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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna

Demesne 7

Roddie grunted and leaned into Cosmo’s hand. Larger arms wrapped around the youth’s waist and pulled him in closer. Cosmo eagerly melted into the man, mouth open needily. 

No sooner had Roddie’s mouth found his, than Cosmo was flushed with sweat. Animal passions too over. Roddie’s tongue worked its way into his mouth. Groaning and humping up against the man’s side, Cosmo pawed at the man.

The light in the room dimmed as something passed in front of the sun. In the dim light he felt the crush of the massive empty house around him. Like the whole of his world was reduced down to this tiny spot in Roddie’s care.

It unnerved him.

The sudden slap to his bum caught him unawares. Cosmo yelped and jumped backward, rubbing at the red imprint on his posterior.

“Wha-”

“Hands down, boy.”

Such a slow build up. I am trying to weave this into something bigger than the vanilla kink.
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Demesne 6

Roddie regarded him like a piece of meat. ‘Like a slave.’ The man’s well-dressed figure only helped emphasize that fantasy. In his profile pics Roddie wore the same Ivy League style that he did now. Naturally filling the role of dapper gentleman.

The bulge in his cuffed trousers confirmed to Cosmo that the man was enjoying himself as well. 

Self-confidence buoyed by this knowledge, he uncovered himself completely, exposing a circumcised cock that slapped against his abdomen with intense arousal. Cosmo took two exaggerated mincing steps toward Roddie.

“I can see you like what you see, Sir.” Assuredly he stroked the fabric, feeling Roddie’s girth beneath it. “Unf. Big.” He moaned.

I seem to be using a lot of sentence fragments. My English teachers would be appalled. Assuming they weren’t aroused by the subject matter ;)
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Demesne 5

Cosmo took little time to get undressed. He’d fantasized about this moment all week - the hot, well-cultured Dom telling him to strip. In that fantasy the teen would slowly take of each article of clothing, teasing Roddie with an ever-growing expanse of bare skin.

Lightly freckled shoulders, wisps of blonde hair on his legs that matched his fair hair, a matching set of celtic knot tattoos on his wrists hiding hesitation marks, abs that were in actuality the only muscle group he worked on, a tan line that spoke of wearing a speedo recently. His life writ large on his body.

Instead he was a whirlwind of movement. Within seconds his clothes lay scattered about himself like the aftermath of a tornado. The boy grinned sheepishly. His heart thudded with excitement, as did his stiff cock that he coyly tried to hide with one hand. Cosmo felt the blush that came with nudity in front of strangers, but he smiled wide, too aroused to actually feel shame.

‘Make me lick your boots,’ Cosmo’s thoughts were every fantasy at once. ‘Call me a slut. Tell me to bark like a bitch.’

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Demesne 3

Cosmo felt his pants tighten again, arousal fed by Roddie’s teasing words. He scampered eagerly behind the man. It felt natural to walk a few steps behind him. Like a heeling dog or a dutiful slave.

Their footsteps echoed or creaked throughout the residence. Large paintings lined the walls alongside vases and statuary. There were some black and white photos as well. Each with a placard. Each with a story associated with the house or the bloodline.

He paused to look at one large painting of a trio of figures illuminated by a broad window opposite. The woman sat sternly upright. She wore a checked suit with elbow-length sleeves and long gloves, every bit the lady of the house. The man had an aura of command to him. A trimmed beard, dark suit and white waist coat. He wore an odd sigil ring next to his wedding band and with that hand he was making a strange gesture.

The third figure stood center but in the background…

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Demesne 2

Changed Wyatt’s name to Cosmo. Wyatt, I discovered, is the name of my best friend’s 2-year-old nephew. Which felt weird.

“Sadly, yes. Just me. ” replied Roddie. His voice was languid and morose. The man’s elocution lessons shone through each word he spoke. The result of prep schools and Princeton. “But great families are like ancient civilizations, they wither and die.”

Listening, Cosmo bit his lower lip. 

In his mind he pictured the weight of the house bearing down on Roddie: the last of a grand line, tasked with carrying on the legacy of the Usher family yet conflicted by his own sexual preferences. Though Roddie was in his middling twenties, Cosmo suddenly saw him as ancient.

He wanted to hug him and coo that things would get better (and then hump his leg frantically). 

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“You got this whole place to yourself?” Cosmo asked, eyes wide in wonder as he stepped into the main hall. He felt like he ought to remove his hat. Instead he just adjusted the brim of the ball-cap, pulling it back, high on his head, and grinned sheepishly.

When he knocked at the massive entryway he expected a servant to answer. Someone in coattails who’d fallen off a Downton Abbey episode. He felt kind of silly thinking it, here in the middle of Cold Spring.

It was a big house, no doubt. But Cosmo saw the grounds were overgrown. The windows in need of washing. Even the antique furniture on the landing looked in need of a good dusting.

Guess even the 1% had to fall on hard times too.

Still, his young mind was instantly aroused by the thought of cleaning up the place in a revealing maid outfit. Or on hands and knees scrubbing the wooden floors with a toothbrush in his mouth, a raging erection between his legs. Much like the raging erection he’d tucked under the waistband of his boy briefs while walking up the drive.

This was going to be so cool.

Fuck I wanna draw Cosmo. Damn you Windows and your poopy Pro.
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Inhuman Society - Part 4

“Don’t say it to me. Speak to them.” The catcher, still holding tightly to Nic’s hair turned the boy’s face toward the caged nekos.

They looked at him with a mix of disgust and pity. It was obvious that he was “bribing” the man to get out of his capture. It was also obvious that they all disapproved.

Apparently standards were something street neko had?

Nic whined with each continuing thrust as the man fucked him. He was substantially larger than Nic. Not that Nic had not been around before. But it was always a jarring experience.

He felt his own cock stiffen at the stimulation. An animal reaction to the stress and fear of the moment.

“I’m a whore.” Nic squeaked between ragged breathes, his face burned brightly with shame. It was a humiliating act. But it was also going to buy him is freedom.

“You are.” Someone watching said.

The man finished up quickly, filling Nic with a hot spray of cum that left the inside of his legs sticky.

The neko lay on the van bed still breathing heavily, his own erection slowly dwindling. He looked up expectantly as the catcher zipped up.

“Not bad.” He critiqued smugly. “But definitely not the best.”

Nic already saw the direction this conversation was going. Leaving the ruins of his clothes behind, the youth scampered to his feet and dived for the street and away from the van. 

His escape was readily met with the slam of the rear door in his face. Stunned, he staggered in backward to the ground again. The other door closed, sealing him in.

“Wha … wha?!” He demanded to no one in particular. “You said you’d let me go!” Nic pounded on the back door - a solid, windowless slab of metal. “Let me go!”

Somewhere behind him another neko spoke. “Not only a slut, but a dumb slut…”

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Inhumane Society - Part 2

The van waited ominously around the corner. Rust-riddled, the vehicle’s paint had the look of whatever the automobile equivalent of leprosy was. The smell of fear, pain, and urine emanated from the vehicle and set Nic’s ears back against his head tensely.

The catcher definitely wasn’t a member of Animal Services. That much was apparent from his rundown van. He had to be a free-lancer, catching nekos on his own and selling them to X-Corp at a profit.

Nic gulped and pawed at the man’s side. The catcher bore the neko under one arm, flexing his bicep to keep the youth pinned against his torso. At a distance, the pair of them may have looked like a small child being carried by his father, rather than a fully-grown neko being man-handled like luggage.

Neko stood a full two feet shorter than most humans. Save for a few very spoiled house nekos, they were lean and fit. Street nekos moreso from a life on the run, scrounging for scraps, and chill nights.

Nic neared a full panic as they approached the vehicle. He could hear plaintive voices calling out from within.

“Let us go!” “Let me go!” “My family!” “I don’t want to go! I’m not hurting anyone!”

The catcher smirked.

There had to be a way to get out of this. Something that Nic had to offer that the other’s he’d capture did not. There was one thing. The one thing that Nic used to get by where most other nekos did not.

“I can make you feel good.” He mewled. “Let me go and I’ll be the best lay you’ve ever had.”

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