Texas 2
Texas did not need much sleep. His Kitten, however, was another story. The man knew he would be taking his boy out for the evening. He did not want to deal with a cranky Kitten. Pressing a kiss against sleep flushed skin, he left his boy slumbering. The man dressed in slacks and an open dress shirt, leaving his feet bare.
Jug handed him a current progresses report. Jug was built like a mountain and had stepped between Texas and the line of fire many times. There were not many who rated the level of trust that Texas put in Jug.
“So he is here now?” Texas asked looking at the highlighted events.
“Yes sir. In the viewing room, he should be finishing.” The giant replied.
Texas nodded. He took the lift to the lower bowels of his complex. As soon as the doors opened he could hear the slap of flesh and grunting of rut. He stepped up to the window to watch.
The boy was suspended from the ceiling on a sling that secured his head and back. His wrist cuffs had been latched to the chains just under his shoulders. His legs were likewise lifted in a ninety degree angle from his hips to the ceiling. His ankles were bound in a similar fashion as his wrists.
Crossing his arms, Texas noted that the boy’s short black hair was dampened in sweat. His lovely brown eyes were currently covered in a single strip black silk blindfold. His full lips were stretched around a small ball gag. That was of particular note to the man. This current session was listed for an hour and Texas did not want his puppy irreparably damaged.
The boy’s head turned side to side against the neck support, arching his neck in pleasure at the deep thrusts. The man that fucked him was in his fifties with a head of silver hair. His fingers dug furrows in the slender hips as the man lifted him and thrust deeper.
Texas could tell by the tempo of the naked man’s bucking hips that he close to climax. Looking at his watch, Texas stepped away from the window to stand by the door.
Soon the sounds were silenced and the portly gentleman exited the viewing room in a silky robe. “Ah, Texas, your bitch was a great fuck as all ways.”
Barely acknowledging the man, Texas nodded. “He will be performing this evening at Syn. You will be on the private list, Mr. Hawthorne.”
“Very interesting,” Hawthorne wiped sweat from his brow. “You know I would pay millions to have your kitten screaming under me.” The man looked up into cold, lethal eyes. He knew that if Texas had been armed, he would have been looking down the barrel of a gun. “Right, then, tonight at Syn. I will be there.”
Texas walked into the room with the parting shot of, “Tell your wife hello.”
He paced around the boy’s trembling form taking note of what had been used on him. The boy’s nipples were red and raw. His bottom that leaked Hawthorne’s cum was cherry red. He release the boy’s bound form slowly and eased him to his feet. He turned him, checking for broken skin. Nipple clamps and spanking were so very typical.
The boy hissed when Texas dipped one finger into his swollen anus and softly probed. There was no internal damage. If there had, Hawthorne would have had some humiliating questions to answer for by not only his wife but his board of trustees.
With a squeeze to the back of his puppy’s neck, Texas secured his ownership collar. It was then he removed the ball gag and blindfold. Blissful brown eyes looked up at his master.
Texas gave the boy his approval by kissing his forehead and attached the leash to the collar. Then his puppy sank to all fours. He followed his master out of the viewing room.
Handing the leash to Jug, Texas ordered, “Have him cleaned and fed, then put him to bed. He will have a long night ahead.”