Excerpt: The Master's Pet by Stormy Glenn

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The Master's Pet by Stormy Glenn
Release Date: 09/2009
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/product-themasterspet-14865-192.html

Blurb: The world is in ruins, society divided into those who protect and those who need protection. That protection comes at a price, one that Jiri discovers when he's sold to Zane, leader of the Death Dealers. He's shocked when Zane explains he wants Jiri as his own personal sex pet. But Jiri can't deny he's intrigued by Zane's proposal. He wears the collar and leash Zane provides and prepares himself to be a possession. But the more he gets to know Zane, the more Jiri wants something more. He wants Zane to want him for him, and not just as a pet. But before Jiri can convince Zane of his desire, an attack comes from The Night Dwellers, one that could destroy them both.

Excerpt - Story:

A loud thud outside of his room woke Jiri from his troubled sleep. He sat up, hanging his legs over the side of his small cot. Wiping a hand down his face, Jiri tried to remember what day it was but nothing came to mind.

He wasn’t even sure if it was day or night. There were no windows in the small room he inhabited. Just a door, a small army cot, a crate Jiri used as a nightstand, a lamp, a cardboard box that housed what clothes he had, and a sink with a mirror. It wasn’t much but it was his.

Jiri stood up and walked to the small sink in the corner. He turned on the cold water and cupped some in his hands, bringing it up over his face. Turning off the water, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink.
Lifting his hand Jiri gently touched the soft purple color around his left eye. Well, at least the swelling had gone down a little. His lower lip was another matter. It was cracked and swollen, dried blood on the small cut there.

He’d looked worse but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. He was getting tired of being beat up. Of course, he was also getting used to it. Maybe that’s what he had such a problem with. He was getting used to being knocked around by his stepfather and his buddies.

If that didn’t say how sad his life was, Jiri didn’t know what did. A person should never get used to being beat up. Jiri just didn’t know what other choice he had. He had no where to go and no money to get there. Larry had taken all his money last night right before he and his buddies beat the crap out of Jiri.

He was stuck living in hell with Larry, his stepfather. He lived in what was once a storage closet in Larry’s auto repair shop. He worked from the time the sun came up until it went down repairing cars and working the gas station out front.

Jiri didn’t intend to be here forever. He’d run the first chance he got. He had even been saving up his tips until last night. He had to because Larry didn’t pay him anything for the work he did. Oh, Larry provided just enough food and personal supplies to keep Jiri alive, but just that.

Shaking his head at the sad condition he was in, Jiri reached into his cardboard box and pulled out the cleanest shirt he had to wear and pulled it on. He buttoned up his pants and pulled his shoes on.

He was just reaching for the door handle of his small room when he heard another loud thud outside of his room. Turning the handle slowly, Jiri eased the door open and peered out. He really hoped Larry and his buddies weren’t still around. He so didn’t need to run into them again, at least, not until he healed up from the last little party they threw for him.

Peering out, Jiri couldn’t see anything. The garage was unusually dark. Maybe it was nighttime? Jiri was a little confused by that. If it was night, Larry must have let him sleep in and Larry never let him sleep in.

Jiri looked around the door but he still couldn’t see anything. A small shaft of light was coming from Larry’s office, which meant Larry was still around. Just perfect. Jiri hoped he could avoid him but knew he probably couldn’t.

Closing the door behind him, Jiri made his way towards the far door. To get to it he would have to pass by Larry’s office but if he were real quiet, he might be able to make it without Larry hearing him.

As Jiri inched his way past the smoky glass window of Larry’s office he saw shadows move out of the corner of his eye. Jiri froze, trying to even out the breath that was rushing rapidly in and out of his chest.

It was only when Jiri heard the voices coming from Larry’s office that he realized the people in Larry’s office were not Larry’s buddies. He didn’t recognize their voices but he knew that they were angry.

“You cheated me, you son of a bitch,” someone yelled.

“I didn’t mean to, honest, Zane. It was a mistake!” That was Larry. Jiri would recognize that simpering voice anywhere.

“You’re damn right it was a mistake!” the other voice shouted. “Now, how do you plan to rectify it?”

“Rectify?” Larry asked. He sounded confused, the moron. Jiri seriously doubted Larry even knew what the word meant. He was big and beefy and dumb as the day was long. Rectify would be a word he wouldn’t understand.

“Fix it, you dumb ass. You owe me and if you don’t pay up, I’m going to let Slash here take it out of your hide.”

Jiri quickly covered his mouth with his hand as a giggle threatened to escape. He would love to have a ringside seat to Larry being handed his ass. He’d even pay for seats, if he had any money.

“I don’t have anything, I swear,” Larry cried out.

Jiri could see enough shadow coming through the smoky glass to know that Larry was cowering back in his chair. A much larger man was bent over him. Several more shadows moved throughout the small office.

“I don’t believe you, Larry,” the large man replied. “I want what’s mine!”

Jiri’s eyes widened as the man picked Larry right up out of his chair by a hand at Larry’s throat. He barely had time to scramble out of the way before Larry came sailing through the window to land on the floor at Jiri’s feet, glass spraying everywhere.

Jiri stood there, stunned to see his stepfather, the man who had made his life a living hell, lying on the floor covered in blood and broken glass. His eyes slowly made the track back up the wall to the shattered window.

Shock held Jiri immobile as his eyes landed on the biggest man he had ever seen. He was leaning out the broken window staring down at the floor where Larry lay groaning.

Excerpt - Adult:

“When someone is attracted to someone else, as I am to you, our bodies react in certain ways. You make my cock hard and I want to touch you all over, to kiss you. I’m hoping since you’re body has reacted the way it did that you are just as attracted to me.”

Zane nearly laughed when Jiri’s face turned red but refrained. Jiri didn’t need Zane laughing right now. He needed reassurance and understanding.

“I like it when you kiss me,” Jiri admitted.

“How about when I touch you?” Zane asked as he squeezed his hand around Jiri’s cock through his pants. “Do you like that?”

“It feels…it feels really good,” Jiri moaned.

“It’s supposed to feel good, Jiri. That’s why we like to do it.” Zane squeezed Jiri again, rubbing his hands up and down a little until Jiri began to fidget. His hand went to the button on Jiri’s jeans. “It would feel a lot better if I didn’t have to touch you through your clothes, Jiri.”

“Okay.”

Zane quickly unbuttoned then unzipped Jiri’s pants before he could change his mind. The moment Zane’s hand wrapped around Jiri’s length and gave it one simple tug, Jiri cried out and spilled himself all over Zane’s hand.

Zane continued to stroke Jiri for a few more moments until Jiri’s body stopped shuddering and he collapsed against Zane’s chest. Zane wiped his hand on a napkin then wrapped it around Jiri’s neck.

“See, baby, it feels really good, doesn’t it?” Zane whispered against Jiri’s hair.

Jiri just nodded. “What happened?”

Zane chuckled. “You had an orgasm, baby. That’s what happens when people have sex.”

“That’s sex?”

“No,” Zane laughed as he wondered how anyone could be so naive in this day and age, “that’s not exactly sex. That’s part of it. There’s a lot more to it than that. What you just got was called a hand job. There are also blow jobs, rim jobs, intercourse, making out. A lot of stuff.”

“Do they feel just as good?”

“Yeah, some of them feel even better.”

“Oh, I want to try those.” Jiri tilted his head back to look at Zane. “Can we, Zane”

Zane groaned. Jiri was going to kill him. Maybe it was a plot by Larry to torture him first and then kill him. Zane knew that Jiri had no idea what his words were doing to him and he prayed Jiri never found out. Zane was strangely afraid that if Jiri found out, there’d be no question who was the master and who was the slave.

“Zane?”

“Yeah, Jiri, we can try them.”

“Now?” Jiri asked.

Zane nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt tentative fingers wrap around his cock. He couldn’t hold back the groan that broke free from his lips. He was sure that Jiri had no idea how good that actually felt.

“Harder, baby, squeeze harder and move your hand up and down,” Zane encouraged. The moment Jiri began moving his hand Zane knew he wouldn’t last long. Jiri might not be experienced but he more than made up for it with enthusiasm.

“I’m going to come in a minute, Jiri,” Zane groaned. Hell, he was going to come any second if Jiri kept doing what he was doing. Jiri had one hand wrapped around Zane’s cock. The other hand was gently stroking Zane’s ball sac.

“Jiri,” Zane cried out as his body went stiff and his cock exploded. Like Zane had done to him, Jiri continued to stroke Zane’s cock several times as Zane’s cock shot out ropes of pearly white cum. He felt Jiri buck against his leg then warm liquid covered him.

“Enough, Jiri,” Zane said as he reached down and grabbed Jiri’s wrist. He was very sensitive now. When Jiri let loose of his cock, Zane grabbed him around the waist and pulled him up to lay against his chest.

“Is that supposed to happen?” Jiri asked.

“What?”

“You didn’t even touch me and I—I…”

Zane chuckled. “It happens but not all of the time. Personally, I think it’s great that you got excited enough to come again. Maybe after we rest we’ll see if we can get you to do it again, huh?”

Jiri laughed. “I’d like that, Zane.”

“Me too,” Zane said. “I also think we should get out of these wet clothes and get into bed. This stuff gets a little sticky after awhile.”

Jiri nodded and climbed off the bed to pull his shirt over his head and drop it on the floor. Zane watched him getting his first good look at Jiri’s nude body. Oh hell, he was right. Jiri was breathtaking. He was so doomed.

Rolling to the side of the bed, Zane quickly pulled his clothes off before crawling underneath the covers. He held the edge up for Jiri, smiling when Jiri climbed right in and laid down, one leg thrown over Zane’s, head tucked under Zane’s chin.

Zane wrapped his arms around Jiri and settled back against the pillows. He realized that he was suddenly content, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe having a pet wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Zane?”

“Yeah, Jiri?”

“I don’t have to do this with anyone else do I? It seems kind of personal and… and… well, I just don’t want to do it with anyone else,” Jiri explained. “You won’t make me, will you?”

“No, Jiri, you only do this with me. You’re my pet and I don’t share. Remember what happened to Pug when he wanted me to share?”

“You killed him.”

“And I’ll kill anyone that tries to do this with you. This is only for me, Jiri. I’m the only one that gets to see you like this or touch you like this. I’ll be very upset if you do this with anyone else. Got it?”

“Got it, Zane,” Jiri laughed.

“Now, close your eyes and go to sleep, Jiri. We are both going to need our rest if I’m going to teach you about sex.”

“I’m already asleep.”