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Jason whistled a mindless tune as he unlocked his front door.
As a Gotham boy, born and raised in the depths of the inner city, he would have laughed at anyone who might have suggested that he'd one day be content living in a cabin in the woods, completely off grid where the nearest neighbors were miles away. He probably would have then shot them, just for suggesting something so stupid.
But of course, that was before he had acquired his pet. Now the hour drive from Gotham’s city limits was reassuring, an additional barrier between him and everything he found annoying. Things really did change when you had something to take care of.
He was still whistling as he made his way to the basement.
"Hello Dickie," he said, coming down the final steps. "Did you miss me?"
A loud, high squeal pierced the air, so joyful it brought a grin to his mouth even as he rolled his eyes. Though he'd been gone for three days, his sweet little pillow pet was exactly where he'd left it, seated upon a massive dildo sticking out of the floor on a thick, solid iron pole like it was the world’s oddest lawn decoration. A great big motor was built into the base, set to vibrate at different speeds and intervals to keep it occupied all day long. There was a slight lip at the base of the dildo, almost like it was seated on a salad plate, which gave the pet just enough room to make sure it didn't fall off.
Of course, it didn't exactly have much of a choice, what with the lengths Jason had gone to ensure that his pet stayed where it would be happy and occupied.
"Look at you, all dirty and sweaty," Jason cooed, walking over to examine the small touch screen displaying his pets vitals over the past few days. "Did you listen to me and focus all your little tiny brain power on coming, like I told you to?"
The pet whined and gurgled through the ball shoved deep between its teeth, leaning forward in its bonds towards Jason like it wanted to plant its face in his lap. Its short, stubby arms, lovingly capped at the biceps by Jason months ago, reached out like it wanted to tumble right off of its seat into its owner’s lap, but the collar around its neck hooked both to the ceiling luckily prevented that.
"Do you really think you deserve any pats?" Jason asked, frowning as he read the data. "According to this, you barely came twice today. Is this some kind of hunger strike? I thought we were beyond that."
Flinching hard enough to make its chain rattle, the pet whined again, its head bowing as much as it could. The blackout contacts covering its pupil meant that it couldn't see Jason right now, and the plugs glued in its ears meant it couldn't hear anything more than the general timber of his voice, but it clearly knew that it had done something bad.
Jason shook his head.
"You know you get dehydrated when you don't listen to me," he said disapprovingly. "I'm just trying to take care of you, and you're always being so naughty."
He went to the food canister, an airtight tube of thin gruel he had specially designed for his Dickie. There were just enough nutrients in the liquid to keep it active without letting it get too strong, its body nice and thin after the muscles atrophied in restrictive bondage at the start of its transition. The gruel was also laced with a low level, mind addling drug to keep it calm and confused, and a potent aphrodisiac, to make sure its sweet little omega cunt stayed nice and wet as all omega cunts should be.
The canister was large enough to hold a months worth of nutrients for his pet, and attached to a pump that could automatically feed it at a set time for as long as Jason wanted. But he had a special setting built instead.
The dildo buried in his pet's cunt had a hard, iron core, enough to really widen Dickie up and keep him seated. But the outer layer was of a soft, spongy material, custom ordered to be as absorbent as possible. It sucked up all of Dickie's cum juices, and sent it straight to a collection tube attached to the motor, which then pumped straight back up to tube connected to the pet's food supply.
Once enough slick had collected in the collection tube, a secondary pump would activate and force a good portion of gruel to the tube lodged in the ball gag in Dickie's mouth, mixed right in with its slick so that not a drop would be wasted. The gruel flowed directly into its throat, bypassing any chance it had to refuse to swallow.
"Of course, none of this works if you don't come, Dickie," Jason said sternly. He examined the data once more, and then entered a couple of instructions into the machine.
Dickie squealed, its eyes rolling back in its head as the dildo buried up its cunt began to thrust up into it with long, hard motions.
"There's another one," Jason said with satisfaction, going to peruse the shelves that lined the walls. He selected a few items and came back, attaching them one by one.
The cruelly sharp alligator clamps for Dickie's nipples, with the tiny, impressively heavy weights attached to the tips. Once thy were attached, the built in vibrators under the skin of its large breasts began to buzz, Dickie’s own body producing the vibrations that stimulated its overly sensitive nipples.
With a second of consideration, Jason also brought out the wide rubber bands he'd made for exactly this purpose, two inches thick and the perfect size to compress the base of Dickie's augmented breast flesh, making them balloon out and turn a very attractive shade of purple. Soon, Dickie would lose all feeling to them, but that was alright, because it would scream most attractively when Jason slipped them off in a couple of hours.
Another clamp, for the small clit buried between its fleshy cunt lips, and a nice short chain to connect them all, forcing them to give slight tugs on each other with its every breath.
And finally, at the back, Jason spread his pet's ample cheeks to reveal its tiny puckered hole, clenched so tightly that the the long, weighted dildo Jason had stuck up there before his journey couldn't come out.
It would have weighed heavily against Dickie's guts, shifting around with any minute move or tremor through its body. It was heavy enough that it never could have stayed in if Jason hadn't had all of the muscles in Dickie's ass removed, until his entire passage way was controlled by a slim remote Jason kept hanging around the pet's throat.
Dickie was sobbing now, the conflicting vibrations making its sweaty, exhausted body jerk like it was being electrocuted. Jason reached for the remote and it moaned loudly, its head bobbing like it wanted to lean over and touch Jason's arm.
With a flick of a button, Dickie’s little asshole released, a few inches of the dildo slipping free before it landed on the plate the pet’s ass was seated on. It threw its head back and screamed, the electricity becoming real as the iron core connected with the electric current running through its iron stand, shocks coursing into its body.
Like the good little pain slut Jason had so loving crafted it into, it came again, slick pouring from its cunt.
The shocks didn't last forever; the current was only set to flow as short, random intervals. When it ended, Dickie slumped, small, mournful moans mixing with harsh wheezes as it practically strangled itself on its collar, too weak to hold its body up. It didn't have enough room to truly strangle itself, but dark bruising was already manifesting on the skin of its throat.
With a flicker of affection, Jason wrapped a hand around its disgusting, sweaty body, lifting it slightly so it could breathe naturally without sitting up straight.
"Aren't you lucky, you stupid, useless, pathetic thing?" he murmured, enjoying his pet's warmth, and the way it trembled against him, its little face against the crook of his neck. "Can't even sit up right. Can't even breath without my help. So filthy I'm probably going to have to burn this shirt."
Dickie made a little, happy squeal, its face rubbing against Jason's shoulder. Without being able to understand the words, it probably thought Jason was complimenting it or something.
But the squealing was getting a little annoying. Jason sat it back on its perch, snagging the remote from around its neck and clicking the mute button. Instantly, his pet went silent, its vocal cords paralyzed until the only sound it made was the gentle wheeze of air through its disgustingly wet throat, and the moist, leaking clutch of excess slick out of its cunt as it struggled on its iron perch.
"You just sit there, and enjoy your meal," Jason said, laying a hand on his pet's sweaty cheek. Its big, red-rimmed eyes blinked at him pathetically, nuzzling against his palm like it was trying to plead its case even without being able to see him. Jason bent, and pressed a gentle kiss against its forehead.
Then, he pressed another button, and Dickie's body arched beautifully, its body thrashing against another rush of electricity. It came yet again, more cum soaking into the collection tube. As Jason watched, the next mouthful was finally filled, and a load of white gruel was pumped into its mouth, the little thing's throat moving as the load entered.
Jason gave the tub a tap, hearing the deep echo. Half full, maybe.
"I'll come back," he said, adjusting the electricity cycle and turning up the vibrator, "when this thing is empty."
He heard no objections, just the slap on skin on metal as his pet came again, stumps slapping against the metal stand as it struggled. His pet just sat there, its body rattling from side to side as it struggled against the vibrations, coming yet again and adding even more to the little collection vial.
Jason could stand there watching his beautiful, defenseless pet forever, but he needed to go unpack. Turning off the lights, he hurried back upstairs. Chores first, and then he could enjoy his pet all evening.