Rolling Home

When you get home, you decide to relax until dinner. To help you relax, you order your mother and sister to your room. You sit against the head of your bed and get Dana to jill herself off while recounting the day's fun with Sarah as Erin sucks your cock.

Surely this must be heaven, you think, considering the scene before you: your MILF mother deep-throating you, while your nubile young sister furiously works her clit in your desk chair, all while telling you about forcing a cute redhead to eat her out. She's timed her story well, and reaches her climax just as her story reaches its own. With a relaxed sigh, you join her in orgasm and release your jizz down your mother's throat. As always, the feeling of your cum gives her a much needed release. You wonder how long it will take before she can't come without your semen.

You close your eyes and lean back, indicating that Dana's free to leave, although a hand on Erin's head ensures she'll stay nestled between your thighs until dinner. Assuming she won't be full by then.

At dinner, you tell everyone that you have an announcement.

"Friends, Lovers, Family members, lend me your ears." Dana boos you affectionately while grinning at your dorkishness. "Fair enough. As you all know, I've been working to grow our little family," - Erin rubs her belly contentedly - "But obviously we're running out of room. Rosa, Ailani, sorry that you've had **** but to share a bed."

Rosa pinched the young Polynesian's ass, giving you the impression it wasn't much of a hardship. At least for Rosa. Nevertheless, you carry on.

"Fortunately, it looks as though that problem has been solved for the foreseeable future. I've made arrangements for us to move into a new place before the end of the week. We're not losing this place, so don't worry about leaving stuff here, but I'm sure you can take whatever you want without worry."

Dinner proceeds without further disruption, and conversation mostly focuses on what to bring and what this mansion will be like. Dana extols its virtues, which in her mind are chiefly its size and the amount of money that's gone into it, which she has (probably correctly) translated into all sorts of goodies.

Following dinner, you decide to talk more with your newest acquisition. You ring his number.

Today had been a whirlwind for Charles. He woke up a lonely virgin, and suddenly this ... this man would be moving in by the end of the week. This man that had taken him, that had used him and left him needing more. The thought of that glorious shaft filling him up completely made his cock twitch, which reminded him why he was lying very, very still on his bed. Any movement pressed his mostly hard cock painfully against the sides of his cage, and the plug in his ass meant any movement earned more stimulation. So here he was, lying in bed, waiting for sleep to come, hoping for and yet dreading the prospect of that shaft filling him in his dreams.

His phone rang, bringing him to full alertness. He silently cursed whoever was interrupting him, until he saw the Caller ID: "John." He answered as quickly as his suddenly shaking fingers would let him.

"H-hello."

"How is my newest pet?"

Why did those words thrill him so? He'd never had submissive fantasies before. So why was the thought of being this man's plaything filling him with need?

"F-fine." He hoped in vain that his inner monologue would stay out of his answer, but the pause and non-committal response doomed that right from the start.

"That 'fine' is doing a lot of work there. What are you thinking of right now?" A pause. "What are you thinking of right now?" John repeated.

"You." It was a whisper, but echoed throughout Charles's head.

"What about me. Be specific." It was less of a question and more an order. Charles gulped.

"Y-you ... using ... me."

"How am I using you?"

"You're ... making me ... s-suck you while you watch a movie."

"And how does this make you feel?" A long pause. John let it drag on.

"Happy." Another whisper.

"Good. It's important to keep pets happy. Are you horny right n-?"

"Yes!"

"The thought of me playing with you turns you on? Good. In fact, I have good news for you. We would like to move in as soon as possible." Charles's heart skipped a beat. "So here's what I want you to do. Tomorrow, set up a time for me to meet your mother and sister. I really ought to talk with them before we move in. Then arrange for movers to arrive Tuesday morning. If all goes well, we can be moved in by the evening."

Tuesday! Just two days, and he'd get to see John tomorrow!

"YesofcoursetheywillbethereandI'lltalkto-!"

"Breathe, pet."

"Y-yes. Thank you."

"I will see you tomorrow. But for now, I want you to send me a picture to prove how horny you are right now. Good night."

Ding.

You know what that sound means even before you look. A picture of Charles's semi-erect dick pressing against its cage, with a strand of pre-cum hanging from the tip illuminated by his phone's flash, pops up as you open your texts. Idly, you ponder whether you want to turn him into a pet or a maid, or both. There's no rush. The picture is proof that he will be whatever you want him to be.