Dash's new pet

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Okay i know im gonna get slated for writing something of this perverted nature and wont be to everyones taste, so ummm yeah LETS ROLL!

Rating- R

Warnings- spankining, dom, humiliation

 Dash's new pet

 

“How did this happen?” The question in Marshall’s head kept replaying over and over.

 “What’s the matter my little pet? Not enjoying yourself?” came a voice that was dangerously close to Marshall’s ear, the voice sent jolts of electricity all though his body and ignited a fire in his belly and groin.

 Marshall looked up and saw his grey haired fallen angel.

He wondered back to a few months ago when this all started….

 It was a “normal”, well still weird, day in eerie, him and Simon had finished discussing the past weeks incidents, including one about a haunted toaster, and the strange grey haired boy they had come across.

 “I’m not sure if he can be trusted,” Simon said confidently. “Well we will soon find out, anyways Simon im of to bed, big day tomorrow we need to be up to check out that train graveyard and I want to get there early so we don’t draw attention to ourselves, okay?”

“Agreed, goodnight Mars”

“Goodnight Simon”

 

LATER THAT NIGHT

 

Marshall had been sleeping for a couple of hours but his dreams had been plagued by that weird grey haired kid, he could not stop his image from getting out of his head and it was strange, even for his standards.

 Marshall woke up in a cold sweat, “that’s it, time to sort this thing out” he thought, he didn’t want any random kid getting in the way of his plans to expose eerie as the paranormal suburb town it really was.

 He got up, got dressed, checked his family were asleep and got on his bike and made the short trip down to the abandoned building Dash had taken up residence at.

 Marshall arrived at the building and immediately thought it was a bad idea. What could he say to the guy, he was visiting? Dropping off food so his didn’t have to trash dive?

 “No that would never work” he muttered to himself. Marshall was just about to get on his bike and ride of into the night when a beam of light hit him.

 He looked behind him and noticed someone holding a flashlight, it was the grey haired kid un surprisingly.

 “Well well look what the cat dragged in” Dash said with that shit eating smug grin he always has on his face.

 “You know you don’t always have to talk to people like crap” Marshall shot back at him, his voice with a subtle hint of venom, just enough to get Dash going.

 “What to I owe this visit for? Hmm? I’m sure it’s not my birthday? Maybe it’s my evil twins birthday? Oh no I forgot!” Dash’s face went into a fake pout, which Marshall found worryingly attractive.

 “I cant sleep, I wont be able to sleep unless im sure about something, and the only way I work this thing out was if I came to see you” Marshall shakily advanced towards Dash.

 “Ohhh what is this thing you have to do then at stupid o clock in the mor….”

 Marshall never did let Dash finish his sentence; instead he took his lips onto his own and just held them there.

 Dash wasn’t sure what to do or say, for once he was speechless, but there was something comforting about Marshall’s lips against his own.

 The brown haired boy was the first to pull away, flushed and embarrassed “well?” he asked blushing.

 Dash gave him a long hard look, it was like he was looking into the other boy’s soul, devouring him in one single suggestive look Marshall knew the answer.

 “If were gonna do this Teller, we do it my way or nothing” Dash replied huskily.

 Dash started kissing Marshall gently his hand stroking his face slowly, moving his hands slowly downwards until he reached the other boys ass.

Then the first blow came….

Whack! Dash’s hand had come down on Marshall’s backside with brute force.

 When Dash said he wanted to do it his way, he knew it probably meant adjusting to certain things but not this.

 Dash was the first to speak “ You’ve been a bad little boy haven’t you Mars?”

Marshall didn’t know what to say.

“Its role play idiot, go along with it” a part of marshals brain told him, a part of his brain he didn’t know existed till then, thanks puberty!

 “ummmm ummm Yes?” was his reply

 “Yes what? Hmm” Dash questioned

 “Yes Dash?”

 “No no no that wont do, not for tonight anyways, call me Daddy”

 “Daddy?! Was this guy nuts?? Wait where’s his hand going….!

 “Thwack! Dash’s hand came down again on marshal’s backside

 “Answer me my little pet”]

 “Yes daddy, ive been bad” Marshall looked embarrassed at that line he has just said.

 “well Daddy X isn’t happy with you, I think you need to cheer daddy X up unless you want a trip over my knee”

 “No ill be good, ill be good” the boy with the brown hair sounded worried, humiliated and sick. Then why did he have an erection for?

 “Show me how you will be a good little boy for Daddy X then? Get on your knees precious” Dash said with a toothy grin.

 Marshall hurriedly got on his knees and tried to undo Dash’s belt (with problems as his hands were shaking) but when he finally reached his zipper and slowly pulled it down even he was surprised at Dash’s size, it was big, worryingly big as he new what was gonna happen…

 “Just don’t stare at it Mars, suck it” Dash’s impatient voice snapped Mars out of his trance.

 Mars slowly licked down the shaft and stated to spread the pre cum all round the head of the dick.

 He attempted to take in as much of the dick as possible but worked out he had a gag relax that restricted him from all of it but enough so that it Dash seemed to be enjoying it.

 “Mars slow down, I mean it…” Dash groaned.

 Of course Marshall ignored him, he was a man on a mission now and just kept sucking Dash’s dick like his favourite ice-lolly or something.

 He was sucking it so hard and fast a tiny part of his brain must have forgotten what excessive stimulation on dicks do, and it wasn’t until he felt Dash seed pour in his mouth and down his throat he realised how real this situation was.

 Marshall tried to tear his mouth away and spit out the salty tasting cum but Dash held his head there.

 “No swallow, swallow, that’s a good boy”

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BACK TO WHERE IT STARTED

 

“How did this happen” Marshall asked himself.

Well that’s I lie he knew HOW it happened and WHEN, but what he didn’t know was why it kept on happening.

 “Why does this keep happening?” he whispered to Dash or in the bedroom “daddy X” as he was called.

 Dash smiled and winked “I don’t know Mars but what can I say you look so cute tied up and spanked”…..

 

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