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moonlettuce
replied to your post “so I’ve been thinking a bit about watersports and bladder desperation……”

Peter agreeing that, for one day, he won’t do anything that he doesn’t have permission from Chris for. Only he never thought Chris would keep refusing him when he asks permission to go to the bathroom. It eventually gets too much, and Peter never expected to be so turned on by the humiliation he feels from wetting himself.

Anonymous said: “

What about if Peter was captured by hunters and held for hours, and when Chris arrives and saves him its just in time to see him completely lose control over his bladder. Peter would of course be mortified, especially about how good it felt, but Chris would reassure him its okay and actually hot. Maybe it starts them trying it out at home, like role-playing the big bad hunter and little wolf.”

Chris could’ve gone in there hours ago. The Bachman brothers weren’t really renown for their observation skills – which made it all the funnier that they managed to down Peter and truss him up like a pretty little package – and he’d been sitting comfortably in the branches of a tree watching the story unfold without anybody being the wiser.

The brothers were occupied with Peter and his situation and Peter was occupied… also with Peter and his situation (which wasn’t exactly news to Chris), so nobody was paying any attention to what was going on around them. The only interesting part was in fact… Peter’s situation.

Chris hadn’t been there from the beginning so it had not been too clear what exactly was going on, but it only took a few minutes to figure out what the problem was; at which point Chris decided to sit back and enjoy, because the thought of seeing Peter disgrace himself was making him strangely excited in ways he hadn’t thought possible.

“Are you puppy trained, little boy?” one of the brothers jeered in a babying voice that would have been grating in any other situation but right here right now, talking to this particular man was making it harder for Chris to properly sit on the branch he chose because he needed to spread his legs and give his cock some room to breathe in the tightness of his pants.

Peter had gone very quiet – a very promising sign indeed – and was just glowering up at them. It was too dark to properly see the color of his face, but it was strangely shiny and Chris thought Hale had to be sweating bullets by now.

It couldn’t take much longer. It just couldn’t. 

There was a slight movement to the bound wolf’s hips and all three hunters zeroed in on it with glee.

“Fuck. Look, he’s starting ‘the dance’. Oh my god, I can’t believe we’re getting to see this. Oh god, can you imagine? I need to take pictures, fuck!” but he wasn’t moving and Peter had stopped immediately with the sneaky little rocking motions.

This time, Chris thought his face had really gone darker with humiliation. He could feel a drop of pre-cum tickling the tip of his dick before it got soaked up by the fabric of his underwear.

One of them bend down and seized the hem of Peter’s shirt, lifting it up over his belly despite the very audible, constant growl of their prey. 

Chris let himself down from the tree, making sure to make no sound – not that anybody would have noticed him after the excited shout of “He looks fucking pregnant! What the hell did you drink, Hale? God damn…”

Chris slowly walked over – sauntered, really – as the other one lifted his foot (”C’mon I don’t wanna wait any longer.”), and the air seemed to freeze with anticipation as Peter’s eyes filled with horror and alarm as he realized what was about to happen.

Chris, too was unable to move, mouth going dry and fingers curling into helpless fists as the foot came down slowly, almost gently as it pressed against the little, hard swell on Peter’s abdomen.

There was a whine and forced panting – Peter trying to hold off against the pressure – and then mingled shouts – one of sobbing relief and anger, the other two of surprised joy, as Peter had to let go.

Chris listened to him groan as he pissed his designer jeans, eyes riveted on the dark spot quickly spreading until the fabric couldn’t soak up any more urine – and when Peter got turned on his back and had to lie uncomfortably on his bound hands, the three hunters were treated to the sight of his piss arcing up in a thick, small arc through the saturated jeans, noisily splashing down back into Peter’s lap.

Peter’s eyes were closed tight against the humiliation, teeth dug into his lower lip as he couldn’t stop what was happening; couldn’t help but piss himself like the dog he was…

…couldn’t notice Chris almost casually walking up behind the Bachman brothers and clanging their heads together as they gawked and stood, totally forgetting to take their pictures.

All that was left in the aftermath were two bodies lying unconscious on the forest floor and two men with bulging pants – because Chris couldn’t fail to notice how Peter’s cock didn’t seem as ashamed as its master seemed to be; having fattened up in the cozy warmth of the little puddle of piss in Peter’s lap.

“Bad boy, Peter,” Chris rasped and thought his grin might’ve been a little lunatic when Peter’s eyes snapped open and he stared at Chris in abject horror. “I think we’ll have to potty train you, hm?”

And to his utter delight, the bulge in Peter’s wet pants gave a promising jerk.

1/10 Slave!Peter. I think he’d have been a normal kid, not raised as subservient. The first night Chris has him, he holds up a ring gag and gives Peter an option. “Either you let me put this on you and fuck your throat, or you get punished.” Peter refuses (emphatically and with several names hurled towards Chris). Chris just sighs in disappointment, and calls in four of his men, who hold Peter down and take turns in fucking him. Afterwards, Peter’s taken back to his room.

2/10 The next day, the same thing happens. Chris gives Peter a choice, and Peter tells him to go fuck himself, so Chris calls in four different men, and they all take turns in fucking Peter as Chris watches, telling Peter that it doesn’t have to be this way, if Peter was just a good boy. After five days of this, Peter is exhausted and sore and just wants to go home, so he lets Chris put the gag on him. Chris fucks his mouth until he comes down Peter’s throat.

3/10 When Chris pulls out, Peter thinks that’s it, but Chris looks at him. “You know, since you decided you had to fight this, my men have gotten used to having a hole available for them, and I can’t punish them by taking that away. After all, you were the naughty one, not them. So here’s your next choice, Peter. They’re all going to fuck you, but you get to decide if they come down your throat or up your ass.”

4/10 Peter struggles again, the ring gag preventing his words from forming completely, but Chris gets the point. “Oh, Peter, I thought we were past this.” So, the four men hold him down and take his ass again. The next day, Chris crouches down next to Peter, as he’d held on his knees. “Maybe I was too harsh on you yesterday. I should have told you that you’re taking my men regardless. So, let’s try again.”

5/10 Chris continues. “I’m sure your ass needs a break. It’s probably open enough to fit a fist up there by now. So, tell me, Peter, will you be taking my men up your ass or down your throat?” “Throat,” Peter says quietly. Because if this is going to happen, then his throat will hurt less. “Good boy!” Chris smiles. He straps the gag into Peter’s mouth and fucks Peter’s mouth until he comes.

6/10 Chris’ men are now standing against the wall. “Go on, then, Peter,” Chris says. “Choose who you’re going to suck first.” Peter just looks at Chris, confused. “Come on, Peter. You decided you want to suck them, so choose who you’re sucking first.” Peter doesn’t move. Chris sighs, the sound full of disappointment. “Well, if you don’t want them in your mouth, then I assume you want them in your ass.”

7/10 The men move and surround Peter, holding him down yet again as they take his sore and swollen ass one by one. The next day, Peter agrees to have his mouth fucked, and after Chris has come down his throat, he motions Peter towards the men against the wall. “Now, it’s not going to be like yesterday, is it, Peter?” Peter slowly crawls over to one of them men, kneeling in front of him.

8/10 “Good boy, Peter,” Chris says. “Now, take out his cock.” Peter looks back at Chris. “Well, you decided you want to suck their cocks, Peter, so you can’t expect them to do all the work while you just sit there. Now,” Chris repeats, “take out his cock.” Peter reaches up, trying to ignore the way his hands are shaking and it takes three attempts to get the man’s jeans open. And then there’s a hard cock in front of him.

 

9/10 The man still doesn’t move. “Come on, Peter,” Chris says. “You wanted that cock in your mouth, so get to it.” Peter moves his head forward, but he can’t catch the head of the cock to slide inside the ring gag. “Why don’t you hold him still for you, Peter?” Chris suggests, and Peter slowly wraps his fingers around the base of the cock, holding it steady to slip into the ring gag.

10/10 Chris watches as Peter moves his head back and forth, fucking his own throat on the cock in front of him. He knew that Peter would be a perfect slave when the Hales had first approached him. All that was needed was to knock that arrogance out of him. And now Peter understands what his options are, Chris can start to train him properly.

hnnngh there was sudden delicious petopher porn in my inbox and I love it ❤

I love the fact that obviously Peter would be nothing but an exclusive pleasure slave. Of course Chris has gagged him as soon as possible because nobody wants to hear him talk – he should just look pretty and show his body off for his owner’s pleasure (and the pleasure of his visitors).

After those first rough days, his tender little ass is no longer as pretty as it was before he came into Chris’ home. It’s raw and hurting and motivates him all the more to use his mouth properly. Little tongue always out and eager to slobber over anything they hold in front of him; even if it is a leather shoe or an ass he buries his face in with nigh enthusiasm.

He gets to eat with the rest of the dogs out of a bowl, and has to learn how to keep his owner’s study clean, and by the time two months are over he’s still resentful and obviously hates everything, but he also doesn’t talk back anymore

moonlettuce
replied to your post “oh. I was just reminded of my love for slavery AUs. All the AUs in all…”

Seventeen year old Peter being sold to Chris because the Hales have some debt they need to pay off and selling Peter before he reaches an age where they can’t legally sell him was the easiest and quickest way.

! so have they already trained Peter towards his new status because they always knew it would come to this? So he’s sweetly obedient and always calling Chris ‘sir’ and ‘master’ and strives on providing for him?

or has he been just a normal kid and is absolutely furious about his new position and will need to get brought in line by all means necessary. Chris kind of finds it endearing but it doesn’t keep him from chaining Peter to a wall until he has no option but to soil himself; just to teach him about always talking back.

(Peter always seems to forget the lessons after about three days.)