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The Mutt of House Plumeau

A sensual, psycho-sexual horror story set in the WH40K universe

Late into the 41st Millienium of Mankind, hides a small lordship within the depths of Commorragh. Buried by the lower layers of the Dark City, overlooks a Keep affixed to the edge of a chasm. Built into the walls of this deep pit, the ancient estate now watches over the shadowed ruins of a long scorched Sub-realm of its labyrinthine reality. The lord and his minions keeping residency here as a watch against hordes of the Immaterium, stray homunculus herds, or the strange wildlife that call the lower levels home.

Overlooking this void within the sleek, wet-black stone maze of Commorragh; rose the bedroom closest to the ‘surface’. The tinted green windows looking into the personal quarters of a

Lower-ranking Archon rising from his sleep to start his day anew. Roused from his lavish, velvet bed carved into shapes of many writhing forms both mortal and beast; by a familiar noise to the left side of his resting spot opposite any windows. Much shorter than an average Drukhari, Lord Plumeau stretched his arms from his feathered robe as his stagnant voice yawned out in response to his rest. His firm frame cracking from the process as his supple body peaked through the uneven clothing he wore as both attire and blanket.

His smile line cringing in a wicked delight from his handsome face at the consistent sounds that penetrated the fake wall leading into his special closet. His one eye longingly looking down in contemplation at what things to do to his Property today. Almost blushing as he quickly formulated his plan, the intricate actives needed to spend time with his favorite toy making his modified shaft twitch in excitement. Sitting up to the side of the bed where the noise was coming from, he clapped his hands twice as his command filled his chambers; “Good Rising my l—Most treasured prize. I hope your nightly time in your box was….as lovely for you as it was for me~ Enough of those moans, mutt. Box: Naptime is over, Puppy~ Come to me, My Pet”.

His authority supreme in the silent air as the wall hiding his closet swiftly slid behind the head of his bed frame, revealing an impossibly dark chamber most could walk through if not for the hulking mass imprisoned within. Suspended, and writhing in black bindings: a bound man’s moans filled the muffled bedchambers loudly as his specialized prison kissed the once silent air of the full room. His masculine voice gagged from the covering over his face as his attempted to release the most pathetic, desperate, moaning whine entombed in his confides. Its needy sign of desperation making Plumeau’s cock throb harder from his cloak as he enjoyed what he saw happen in the next few seconds.

Suspended to the ceiling from his bindings; was a thick, altered human splayed above the floor in full bondage. His supple, thick muscular body cocooned in wrapping that resembled leathery sheets that moved like goo over his splendid form. Mutt’s arms bound behind his back as tightly as possible. Its legs constricted closer to his lower asscheeks from the bondage. As his head was occupied by two different devices from the leathery wrappings: a breathing apparatus pumping air and substance down his throat and nose, and a visor that overtook his vision and hearing. The only segment of flesh exposed from this torture was the beast’s cock; the man’s fat shaft easily over 8 inches long and as thick as a drain pipe. Light from the chambers glinting 6 symmetrical, silver studs on the hooded penis evenly dotted down his prick. A golden piercing lovingly shone from beneath a urethra stuffed with a thin metal rod. His cock mercilessly pumped up-and-down, ­Down-And-Up, UP-AND-Down almost at a violent speed by a white-silicone sleeve that viciously traveled the girth. A pool of clear fluid dripping beneath the muscle toy, a combination of his spittle and ‘precum’ from his usual nightly stay.

The techno-organic confides released the hulking figure from their black prison. Revealing an Alerted Human that many would bemoan it’s existence in Commorragh from fear and delight. The former Space Marine fell to the ground with a wet thud as his dazed form barely landed from instinct onto his elbows and knees. His supple, broad form flexing within the darkness of his box made Plumeau lick his lips as he studied the brute’s reaction to the sudden descent, glaring at the long cock that wagged from the motion of Its fall. Coating the pet’s slick, warm ivory skin; tensed uneasy muscle in the darkness of its storage from….glee? Shivering with every breath as it adjusted itself, as if being exposed to ground and air from it’s prison caused it pleasure. Too Much Pleasure. Its yellow eyes half closed in a constant ecstasy from the over-stimulation as small tears fought to stay in their sockets.

An emptied joy filled his eyes as drool leaked from the black mask that kept his toothy mouth from speaking. Its dazed iris’s lulled loving to Its Master as it realized what it was supposed to do with His command. Walking on all 4s to the only man in the room, Mutt shook his plump ass as if he had a tail to display affection. Plumeau laughed with glee as his favorite pet crawled to him like the dog he trained for over a decade. His greatest achievement: the former Terminator of Fenris couldn’t even spell the name of its Homeworld from its new life as His Puppy. Mutt’s size almost towering Its owner from just being on all 4s, as Plumeau sat comfortably on the side of his bed overlooking his greatest treasure. The lust between the hulking muscle puppy and his shorter owner was contagious. As Lord Plumeau contained himself enough to savor his pet before he would break him in as he relished everyday, Mutt shaking it’s oversized cock in excitement for any attention his master gave him.

Mutt kneeling fully before Its owner’s feet expectantly, showing off the thin coating of body hair over Its supple muscle. Concentrating over the armpits, crotch, and head to display that it truly was a mon’keigh beast from the amount of fur Lord Plumeau allowed it to keep. Using his uncovered foot, Plumeua kicked at the gagged muscle-puppy: one, two, three times each blow to Mutt’s groin. The large cock bouncing from the repeated impacts, the rising intensity from each strike only made the slave breathe in deeper from the euphoric state it was drugged in. Mutt drooling further from it as it looked up with needy eyes at head-level to the most important thing in Mutt’s world. Its Master wordlessly nodding approval with an emotionless face as it slapped the sides of the gagged mask concealing Mutt’s mouth.

The strange material unlatching from the sides of Mutt’s broad face, spilling more spittle as Lord Plumeau pulled the gag out. Forming another tail-like appendage from the gag’s once blank end, as a long black mass escaped Mutt’s throat. Almost 8 inches long, the probe-like gag left Mutt’s esophagus with a deeper shiver as Its once quieted moans grew louder from the release. Its long tongue wagging beneath the stubble of his handsome chin covered in stubble, the candy-glaze over its eyes getting tinting worse from the euphoria of it’s situation. Those glossy eyes eagerly waited for their next command, as Plumeau cooed in pride as he readjusted himself closer. Using his hands to demand his pet to adjust itself as well.

“Turn”, Lord Plumeau commanded from his beloved Pet. Perking from the command, Mutt’s eyes grew wider in delight as it obeyed fast from the command. The single word registering in a flashed in Mutt’s clouded mind, it’s lust guiding past ‘a head full of cotton’ to realize what Master wanted from it. Gleefully rotating its broad form as it continued to shiver, Mutt made sure to kneel away from Its master with pride. Its trembling mouth drooling further from Its dopey smile as Mutt presented Its Ass to Master. Plumeau biting down his lip as the juicy muscle crawled closer and closer from where he sat, gripping the gag hard as he reached out to both cheeks. Until Plumeau was in hand’s reach, setting the plug aside on the bed to grip firmly onto the flesh of Mutt’s rear end.

Mutt was in paradise as it was manhandled. The round surfaces of firm-muscle It called an ass pulled away by two greedy palms, revealing Its trained cunt. His asshole beset by a hungry mouth. Letting its face rest on its side against the carpeted floor, Mutt experienced a the torture It had no desire to escape. From each ravenous lapping of Its taint, to the penetrating licks of hungry tongue into Its velvety hole, and hard bite from Master’s jaw against each cheek: Mutt was overwhelmed in agony over its sensitive body. Without remembering training from a life completely foreign to the muscle puppy is has become: Mutt’s used his full willpower to stop itself from cumming from the ecstacy of everything It endured. A technique tested time and time again, now solely dedicated to Its Master’s full obedience as It prevented climaxes at every turn, the sounding rod in it’s long chub spewing harder from the pain as a result. Drooling in a steady whine of desperation as Its beloved Master loosened Mutts used Cunt, unable to make it any less tighter. Ready enough for Mutt’s favorite part as it giggled a steady whine, woofing on instinct in it’s hypnotic stupor.

Pulling away, Plumeau carried a string of transparent pink spit from the cunt he ate out everyday, his usual snack at the crack of every solar cycle when Mutt was released from his special container. Going back to bite down hard onto the left rump of his favorite pet, the Muscle-Puppy groaned loudly as Plumeau tried again to chomp ravenously onto the warm ivory flesh that belonged to him. Digging his teeth into the cheek as if he could eat it, before pulling away unsatisfied from the supple hide he loathed to love without much scarring as his Pet bemoaned idle affection. “Tsch. Naughty Mutt. Still a Broken Worm, yet your delicious body still finds ways to insult Me”, Plumeau said with lust in his voice through his rising sneer. The loose, pink cunt winking at Plumeau made the Lord smile as Mutt shook his muscular ass to Its owner. Their size difference stark, even as he sat down.

Insulted by the hairy, hulking form before him, Lord Plumeau used both hands to manhandle the thick cock between Mutt’s leg. Mutt whine’s got ragged as the meaty shaft throbbed violently along the worsening shiver from it’s hypersensitive state; as the 8 inch chub was pumped by one palm as the other was beneath the hooded cock head. Pumping the hefty dick in his hands, Plumeau licked his lips as he felt Mutt’s former service studs slide between his fingers, eager for their piercings in his own guts later if his pet earned the right to please his own asshole. Jerking off the pained cock, the sounding rod protruded more outward from the motion, pushing the metal pin back into Mutt’s urethra once he had enough precum in his hand. Mutt lulling his tongue onto the floor from the hard whine of pleasure the pain gave him. As he knew what Lord Plumeau would do. His Master faced with a perked up, muscular ass he lubed both his hands for.

Slick with Mutt’s special precum, Lord Plumeau held one cheek away to peer into the smooth pink taint of his Pet. Squishing firm the supple rear he would torment as a part of his morning ritual. Licking his lips as he ravenously used his agile fingers to creep past the other cheek, until his thumb hooked into the soft taint of Mutt. The muscle puppy shaking as ashy gray digit sank into it’s tight asshole, exploring the cavity rapidly with no regard for how overwhelmed the pet was. Still tight, Plumeau’s cruel glare took on a spark delight at the defiance in front of him. Sinking his thumb rougher, and rougher as whines filled the room. Before switching to his index and middle finger. The velvety ring he had used for years still held strong against his will. Biting his lip, Plumeau spent the next few minutes added more digits into the widening cunt of Mutt. Repeating his rough penetration as the floor got stained by more of Mutt’s leakage. His asshole not losing any strength to it. Even as Plumeau’s slender wrist sank mostly into the warm taint he violated.

“Naughty Puppy. CORRECT YOURSELF”, Plumeau commanded in an elated fury. Stiffening his hand inside Mutt as the muscle puppy straightened it’s head to the ground. Resting on the floor by his forehead now, Mutt arched his back closer to Its Master, forcing his sensitive, tender hole deeper into past the wrist invading his cunt. Self Punching his asshole, Mutt yelled in an agony that made Its cock violently twitch from elation. As the mindless slave kept pushing it’s ass into the arm being hugged by his asshole, to pulling it away so more of the lubed fist was exposed back into the air. Plumeau laughed at the cries of Mutt, their mix of pain and ecstacy truly waking up the lord of the house as he kept his hand in the same position to keep up his effortless violation of the former space marine. Feeling the velvety cunt hug his wrist to middle of the arm without loosing any of the strength that would gape the asshole he wanted to ruin. Smacking Mutt’s balls after 5 minutes of this humiliating self-fisting, to stop the muscle puppy’s torment as he pulled away his hands. Wiping the lube on the back of Mutt as Lord Plumeau as he still felt insulted by the lack of gape in his end as he grabbed the plug once more.

Without much notice, Plumeau did his usual when insulted by the physical perfection of his infuriatingly Tall, muscular, pet. Raising his hand when his dumb pet quaked before him in his usua; stupor of drunk obedience. *Whack*, a sharp pain seared into both asscheeks of Mutt, forcing the muscle-toy to remember his training from the sudden scream he released. “OWW-On-One!”, Mutt barely managed to release. The hard slap amplified 10x fold from hypersensitivity his closet leaves Mutt in whenever freed. Mutt’s teeth grinding in pleasure from the agony, like his rear was hit by mace.

*Whack* “two”, *Whack*“three”, *Whack*“four”, *Whack*“five”, *Whack*“Six”, *Whack* “SEveN”, *Whack* “EiGhT”, *Whack*“NINe”, *Whack* “TEN!, TEN Spanks welll E A R Ned, m y mMaster~, Ehehehhehe”, Mutt drooled out with each painful slap across both asscheeks. The firm muscles quickly contrasting in bright red marks from the ashy gray hand that abused them, before the last landed palm-spread against Mutt’s oversized balls. The abused testies making Mutt flinch in delight at the excruciating torment that seared into the hefty orbs. His hung cock not cumming; as thick seeps of precum kept their leaking, the sounding rod unable to contain Mutt’s excitement.

Before Mutt could respond further, Lord Plumeau rammed Mutt’s former gag into it’s ass. The lengthy dildo jammed perfectly into the stretched hole he would abuse more today, as he always delighted in. Mutt bit his lip from the ecstasy, his insides warming the toy as it hugged the 8 inches of penetrating goodness. Eyes rolling back into his head from the floor his face rested on, as he let the tail toy adjust in him. Vibrating inside Mutt’s assshole, forcing the muscle slave’s eyes to widen in sudden pleasure, forcing It to wagging the appendage like a true dog. Before snapping to attention at the sound of his Owners clapping; “present yourself”.

Lulling Its tongue with obedient love in its gaze. It always loved this part. Mutt rolled around, his thick form rotating with ease as the eagerness of his body leaked more fluids from his mouth and cock. As Mutt placed both curled palms to his pecs as he stood facing his owner on Its knees. Tail wagging much faster than the hooded cock that shined in the light of the bedchambers with precum and metal accessories. Mutt’s Bouncy, sculpted pecs were coated in peppered hair you could sink your fingers. ‘MUTT’ Tattooed brutally onto his chest to the point it can be seen through the fuzz, the only name the Dog could remember when like this. Mutt had piercings as well; Nipples pierced with rings, as well as earrings in the shape of dog-prints made of the same dark alloy dotted Mutt’s earlobes too.

Lord Plumeau admired his work, lust taking cover his cruelly handsome face. As his tough hands went to twist the thick tits of Mutt closer together to try and cover the tattoo with each pec. Using one foot to stomp on Mutt’s hung cock, as Plumeau rose from his bedside to tower over the kneeling pet. Squishing the docile Mutt’s long shaft like it was the most worthless thing It was in all of creation, less than an insect to the perfection of the smaller man Mutt loved. Screaming as his glazed eyes refused to look away from the lustful stare of Plumeau. Twisting the sole of the right foot on Mutt’s cock, making sure to squish his balls to for good measure as he spoke; “What Are You, Mutt. What do you exist for~”. Licking his lips as Mutt’s beautiful, manly howls broke suddenly as the muscle-puppy smiled with passion in Its voice through the pain.

“It is a worthless inferior, Master. A Big, Strong brute meant to serve Master because my existence insults your perfection, Master Please allow Mutt the privilege of Its own misery to please Master! Mutt wants Master to be happy, Please Master. Mutt Loves Master more than anything, please torment Its worthless meat-pole, Master. Its worthless inches don’t compare to Master, it is all Master’s Toy for whatever Master wants~”, Mutt reiterated a version of a mantra it grew to love years ago when Master gave it the privilege of ownership.

Smiling, Lore Plumeau stomped a little harder onto the fat cock one last time, making sure to dig his sole into the balls more as he let go of Mutt’s tits. The pectorals bouncing back to their fit state, as the left hand of Plumeau lovingly nested it’s palm into the fluffy hair of his scalp. Rubbing, and petting Mutt’s head. The muscle slave purred a whine to that, cringing a wirey smile out of joy. His head a sensitive spot that made the Pet weaker, and weaker with each scratch. Until Lord Plumeau stopped. Turning his gaze to a sudden flash of familiar red feathers by the furthest window of his domicile.

Keeping an eyes to his lavish window being opened, Lore Plumeau snapped his finger’s for Mutt’s full attention. Letting his lowly appointment struggle to get inside, the glass much sturdier to open than it thought possible. “be a good cock-sleeve, My Puppy”, Plumeau commanded in a coo. His tone melting his feeble minded pet as the thick muscled man bent downward, twisting its nipples harder together again as he went onto its knees. Mutt sinking downward to expose a massive Back that made its Master drool a little: the smooth musculature sculpted and thick as it weaved down in a symmetrical surface free from scarring. Plumeau smirking as his flesh sculptors did their jobs well again, the lashes from last night completely healed as he rubbed Mutt’s Back with the hand he originally had through its hairline. Feeling the cold, wet sweat of his muscle-pet’s toned body made the bigger slave whine hard from the hypersensitivity, the pitch filling the room before being muffled under the robe of Plumeau.

Feeling the opening between his legs part, as Mutt’s handsome, stupid face invaded inside desperately. Shaking the bright red feathers that hid Plumeau’s thighs, the lord chuckled as he heard his pet go to work worshiping the superior cock of his short Master. An innate passion to taste, savor, please, and worship the Trueborn shaft most other Drukhari couldn’t boast; let alone the former Terminator that gorged his mouth with Plumeau’s crotch. Playful nibbles, kisses, and licks from thigh-to-thigh as Mutt dipped its neck deeper to savor its Master’s superior balls. The mix of Mutt’s hard teeth and loving tongue made Lord Plumeau’s insides gooey in delight as his pet worshiped his crotch with passion.

Mutt inhaled his Master’s balls one-by-one with ease. Swallowing each teste with his big tongue and just enough teeth to keep Plumeau entertained, before sucking both past his lips like he was savoring a candy that refused to shrink. Wagging his supple ass from the ecstasy of what It tasted, shook Mutt’s enormous cock along with it. The steady stream of precum leaking in wild line past the low hanging balls still sore from its Master’s crushing love. Forcing the black tail extension to shake faster, and faster as the hunky pet lost itself to a pleasure that hurt every part of it; mind, soul, and body. Pinching its nipples still, the humiliation of it all made Mutt feel dizzy, especially as a new voice finally entered his Lord’s bedchambers.

“Sire and brother of my Lord. I come as the new inspector of Lord Demiurge, an initiate of the lower levels blessed by the kabal of the Bone Dice. Cramoisi wings unlike much of the other Pit-flyers as proof of my devotion to your bloodline”, said a lesser Drukhari a few feet away. The closed window keeping out the putrid air of the collapsed sub-realm from his bedroom, Lord Plumeau stayed comfortable. Feeling the fuzzy face of his favorite pet heave out the heavy balls from Its wet mouth, as his desperate tongue licked Its Master’s shaft. Memorizing the grooves of Plumeau’s mods eagerly from the shame It felt being seen by another, making sure to shake Its butt faster in excitement. The Lord keeping his only eye on Mutt as he gestured for the initiate to ‘Come Closer’, the winged pod-born complying as he waited by the door a few feet away. Forced to see Lord Plumeau’s pet in action, a mix of emotions covering their eyes as they saw the modified human in front of them. Mutt’s hunger for swallowing its Master’s cock filling the room with its needy whines as he audibly sucked, tasted, and savored the superior shaft. Humming greedily from swirling Its tongue as Mutt bobbed Its head in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out with increased pleasure from the impaling inhale of Its throat.

Lord Plumeau was faced with a fresh Scourge his brother wanted to add to his Kabal. A lesser Drukhari

Permanently hunched in their ghost-plate. The resin armor modified with the colors of Bone Dice along the taller serf: the red edges of the armor are decked with the iconic plumage of their house as a skeletal hand is painted in the chest, the palm dipping downward as the knuckle bones spilled out into dice. Making him look for aviary with the bright crimson wings fixed to his back, wrapping around the ‘fresh’ Hell-Lance affixed to his back as the Scourge kept a hand onto the Shredded to his left hip.

“Is That A-”, the Scourge chimed before Plumeau interrupted him with hand once traveling Mutt’s back forcing the slave to gag on the Lord’s thick shaft. Small tears pearling around Mutt’s eyes from the ecstasy of his treatment as it felt its pecs get sore from his pinching as Mutt’s tongue still swirled insatiably. Drooling around the choking shaft as it’s nose pressed deeper into Plumeau’s crotch, the lord boasted with a delighted cruel stare downward; “Ooooh, It’s Much worse than you could imagine~ But. That is exactly why my brother sent you here. To where it all started from our House. To show you the depths of what we do in culling the will out of anyone. Sure. My Brother and his Games can be quite the treat in showing this, but sometimes a simpler approach is best when breaking something lesser than us. Into a Pet, for example. Isn’t that right, Pet?”. Mutt auto responded from underneath its Master’s feathered robe, shaking it’s tail-toy faster from it’s supple ass as it barked while gagging on its Owner’s cock.

“Display yourself, Pet”, Lord Plumeau commanded after releasing his hand from the back of Mutt’s head. Mutt took one last, quick, greedy swallow of its owner’s cock before leaving the gray cock with a wet kiss of reverence. Readjusting himself to not expose his superior cock, both Plumeau and the Scourge watched the enhanced human stop pinching the toned pecs, the chest bouncing back to normal with a hitched shiver as Mutt turned to left from his position of service towards a nightstand by his ‘box’.

The broken pet whimpering a little through his haze as he briefly faced the closet he was afraid of, walking on his elbows and knees to a small dresser that was at eye level from his sheer size. Using its big mouth, Mutt grabbed a very familiar cage that it held within the peppered confides of his fuzzy lips, before awkwardly crawling back to its Master. Plumeau’s left hand outreached for his pet to drop the torture toy on, Mutt obeying as best as possible. Panting as It knelled toward the lesser Drukhari in the position Lord Plumeau trained when around guest. Exposing the mods Plumeau was proud of from the muscle pet: The Word “MUTT” brutally tattooed between Mutt’s pecs besides the 2 thick hands curled against them. The trimmed black and white fuzz weaving along it’s musculature, displaying it as a mon’keigh beast. The glazed eyes of Plumeau’s ‘special concoctions’, and the grown cock with very special attachments.

Lord Plumeau showing off the service studs now fixed symmetrically along the impressive 8 inch shaft he grew himself; “It was a veteran of many conflicts to its god. Survived for many solar centuries. Countless executions, hunts, death world’s outside of it’s creation. It took a few of my favorite Hierarchs As well as my Eye, promising to tear out my throat with it’s teeth The same two scars I live with as a reminder of what we do to those with such ‘unbreakable spirits’. I broke it in anyway into the lovely pet before you in about a Solar Month’s time~”. Plumeau looked fondly down to his Mutt as he rubbed Its head, overstimulating the slave once more. Making Its long cock and tail wag desperately with it’s lulling tongue. The Scourge was actually horrified, the Lord Surmised, as the pod-born stopped hovering a hand over his weapon from the revelations of what he was get into. Getting out of bed in the moment of silence, Plumeau loved hearing his pet drool absentmindedly, postponed his daily rituals to allow this acolyte to inspect House Plumeau for his older brother.

Getting out of bed, Plumeau walked slowly around Mutt’s hulking form drooling in it’s pathetic display. Leaning down the fuzzy musculature of Mutt, past his lovely tattoo and to the heavy cock between it’s thighs. Hooking the special flat cage to the enormous cockhead, looping onto the metal rod impaling the worthless shaft he loved to ‘play with’, as Lord Plumeau commanded once more; “It’s Playtime, My Pet”. The metal mods around the base of Mutt’s cock glowing as their magnetic properties activated, pushing the chub painfully back into the body. 8 inches of erect cock crushed into 0 inches of worthless space as the only centimeters remaining where from the rod that sounded in its urethra; making it’s big balls larger by comparison.

Mutt’s drooling stopping abruptly from the pain as it’s lustful eyes shot up from the agony, clenching its teeth as Mutt tried its best to stay in position or face punishment. “ArgaaahahhG!!!”, He screamed from the pain in a deeply masculine tone that betrayed his earlier dog-like whining. Mutt’s tremble worsened, still in his daze as he dropped to all fours at the ready of his loving Master, back to his whine as he shivered. The strange bindings around the arms and knees tightening, forcing the pet to walk solely on the joints as it struggled with it’s breathing.

Lord Plumeau drank in his pet’s Misery. Going to sit over his pet; one leg at a time until his bare crotch nested comfortably atop the thick Back of his pet. Pulling a gag from a sleeve of the robe, the attached strips wrapping around the lower face of Mutt like the reins of any other steed. Mutt’s heaving turning back to a steady, lustful breathing as it looked ahead broken. Awaiting instructions.

Petting his treasure, Lord Plumeau kicked the side of Mutt’s stomach with his feet to remind him of being a steed, not a puppy at the moment. The lumbering muscle slave struggling to move forward on his knees and elbows, eagerly drinking in the shame of being used like a mount in front of another as it waddled pathetically to the door with It’s favorite person on it’s back. The flat chastity cage spewing precum nonstop as it violently shook, Mutt’s tail-toy shaking nonstop from the drug induced euphoria. “Follow along. Little Vulture. So I can show you just how thorough my craft is with my prized steed here~”, Plumeau laughed as he slapped Mutt’s face hard. The muscle-steed moaned from the praise it was given, as the Scourge obeyed in a mix of delight and horror at it all. Opening the door of the bedchamber and into the rest of House Plumeau.

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“Sire. Its struggle Is delightful. Yet, Why did you not take away its limbs? Would obedience not come easier like the standards of other genestock if its ability to struggle was more forced with attachable prosthetics?”, The Scourge commented awkwardly as he tried looking away from the scene. Enjoying the misery of the former space marine as it painfully waddled through the dark, lavish halls of House Plumeau. Paintings and statues of worlds where they get their beast for domestication. The carpeted floor and columns as vibrant as Lord Plumeau’s feathered robe, making him almost invisible atop Mutt at time as they traveled down to Mutt’s favorite play room. Plumeau laughing at such thoughts, petting Mutt passively with his free hand as he used the reins to keep the struggling slave lumbering forward. It’s locked, worthless nub dripping all the way onward. “Little Vulture. This is not some common mon’keigh to tear apart. This is a Veteran of Violence, kept in It’s Lovely entirety. It’s genitals remade and ready for me to enjoy in it’s thick, Heavy Entirety. Why would I cut off the limbs of my beast, when I can say the word and let it loose on anything foolish enough to threaten these halls? Not like it can kill me, or my staff. Not anymore, AhaaHA~”, Plumeau snickered in glee.

Petting Mutt’s head harder, making the steed drool more as it looked up fondly to its loving Master. Pivoting hard to the right from memory before his owner directed him, earning him a tousle in the wild confides of his peppered locks. The Scourge nodding at the information given, his mixed feelings forcing him to cover his torso with his new wings as he saw where they turned. Entering into….the cleanest Haemonculi laboratory the Scourge had ever seen. A large, eloquent room of old bio-chemical equipment most wych’s could not aspire to gain in raids, the old technology simple yet sleek. Lining the walls were vats of crafted horrors hid in murky fluid. Various displays of tools used to modify bodies, create chems, and tables needed for active experiments. A few other mon’keigh held in cages docile or whining, or suspended in the air in the substance in Mutt’s special box; their adult forms smaller in comparisons to the former space marine.

Mutt seeming….happy being here as it stomped on Its joint to the room adjacent to it, shaking Its butt further as it noticed the few flesh crafters nearby. Their sleek, red attire making the black tubing piercing different body parts more striking, their eyes covered by leather binding as their Master is in the room. “I see. A great treasure indeed. And it looks as though….nothing has been done with what makes it a prize compared to the lesser genestock here? My Sire”, the Scourge asked as he was tasked before arriving. Walking into a room away from the impressive lab he wanted mods from, arriving at a spot that made Plumeau smack Mutt’s firm ass to stop. Entering a small planning room full of strange….toys and kits for recreational time. Simplistic torture implements that seemed more sensual than anything. In front of it all, was a large array-table displaying an interface of the different layers of Commorogh this Keep overlooked, a rather wide throne next to it. “No. Like what we agreed on. Mutt is my pet solely. No others have been made. No attempts to steal the thing inside h-it. Not in the solar decade that Mutt has been with me. Now: are you going to watch, as is your trial here, to see just how deep my work has kept my pet in line”, Lord Plumeau responded firmly as he got off.

Taking off Mutt’s reins, the mindless pet looked eager for what came next, gazing to the throne where 2 important things waited for it. “stand by the wall, Serf. And watch as I use my pet to test just how broken it is", Plumeau tasked the lesser pod-born. The Scourge standing to attention as it walked away back towards the lab, leaning against the wall he laid witness to everything that would happen in this room. Grabbing the metal bowl and strange bottle of mixed meat and pinkish chemicals, pouring it in container as Lord Plumeau sat on his throne. Snapping his fingers for Mutt to come closer, the hulking figure still having it’s limbs bound awkwardly to the end of the chair. Its Master placing the dog bowl full of food a few feet away from the edge of the seat, the thick bodied puppy shaking it’s voluminous ass towards the Scourge as it wagged its tail eagerly. “Lick it clean, Pet”, Plumeau commanded loudly as he rested his legs on the muscular back of Mutt. “eheheeh. WOOF, Woof~!”, Mutt muttered out ecstatically.

Trying hard to lean Its large body downward to the floor where it’s food was placed, struggling to place Its bearded face into the mix of nutrition it rarely got. It’s eyes glazing over fully in a pink daze as the added drugs heightened Its current state by 2 levels, whining hard as it devoured the flavorless bird meat filled with its ‘special medicine’. Shaking Its ass harder to the visitor, as Plumeau used one of his resting legs to kick Mutt’s heavy balls. Making the testes bounce hard with one of his exposed feet from the impact, Mutt rolling his eyes from the intense pain. KICK, KICK, KICK, kick; Plumeau teased his pet as the once crème sack grew an even redder shade from his Master’s love.

“These special mon’keigh units are amazing. They produce little to no waste. Rarely need to consume anything to keep their impressive form. Pain like this would mean nothing to it, but our family’s trade chems, and practices can make a breeze feel like a flail raked its entire body every second. The very exposure to the stall air here makes it shiver in ecstacy for the pain. It’s life rewired to do more than enjoy this treatment. But survive solely being nothing more than a toy. As if he was born as my Pet. Its empty, eager mind knows nothing more than my steady hands. The supple form, the imprisoned cocklet, the bestial hair and fangs; torture everyday without boredom. To taste without much cleaning, Its sweat and blood not as sweet as those screams I can’t live without", Lord Plumeau boasted. Stopping his kicks over the low hanging balls of as he heard Mutt’s continued whimpers start becoming clear as it licked it’s dog bowl clean.

Getting off his throne, Plumeau inspected his handy work. Laughing as he touched his pet with his dominant hand, the trembling much worse from what Mutt had eaten. The redness of his earlier bites, kicks, slaps, and tasting bruising deeper as the substances took affect. Smacking Its ass as Plumeau whispered a command to his Pet’s tail. Mutt screaming again in its daze as it felt a sensation fill his shuddering cunt, the muscular slave determined to follow his orders as it used Its will not cum as the strange vibrator expand inside It. “Now that both those steps are done, Pet. Let’s go to my favorite toys~ Go to your corner, and place input 30 to your special toy, Mutt. 10 more than usual to show how grateful you are to our guest”, Plumeau commanded as he clapped his strong hands together in delight. Not needing any of his trigger phrases for the torture that came next. “Ahaaha, Woof! Ehe, WOOF!”, Mutt barked out elated. Shuddering hard as It crawled on all fours fast, despite the painful stimulation Its special food worsened.

Along the right wall of the planning room, was a row of different instruments. Tools and toys to help keep Mutt happy, and his Master ecstatic. Implements to whip, hypnotize, bind, bruise, and vibrate any pesky will a Puppy like Mutt did not need. The hulking muscle pet going to his favorite one, the mindless Mutt reaching the corner of the wall where a simple contraption of dark steel rested to elevate a heavy steel ball. Forcing an elevation per push of the bright green button fixed next to it, crushing anything placed underneath it a set amount of times before it launches 2 feet into the air. The descent fully visible from the dark metal wiring operating it all. Mutt having to kneel deeper once again to reach, unable to ask for help or use it’s limbs to press the button. Not that Mutt ever dreamed of doing either when he wanted to impress Master. Resorting to outstretch his long tongue as low as it could reach. Struggling with the wet muscle due to the slave’s size in contrast of how close to the floor the button was. Breathing heavy as it finally managed to click: “Oone-Twu,thwee-Foor-,” Mutt counted out loud as thrust Its tongue. The only time it was allowed to speak like a person when it was serving in view of others outside Its perfect, small Master.

Reaching thirty, Mutt felt his strange restraints binding his knees inward to his Back release. Allowing the pet to adjust its more comfortably to place Its oversized balls underneath the slow rising steel orb. The Metallic ball well over his the width of both testicles. His bound arms cradled to his thick chest, as it waited early for what happened next. His warm, heavy balls getting cold against the floor until he felt a sharp pain slam into them.

“*Slam thank you m-master. Slam thank you Master. Slam thank you Master. Slam thank you Master. Slam thankyouMaster. Slam ThankYouMaster. Slam* THANKYOUMASTER.~!!!!”, Mutt cheered in deep yells from the agony. Tearing his throat louder as the heavy steel ball merciless crushed Its huge balls again, and again, and again as he repeated the same phrase he was allowed to speak when suffering. His worthless nub spewing precum through the sounding rod even more as the balls got redder, and redder from his favorite toy. The worthless orbs soft and tender to the stale air of the Planning room as it filled with just the heavy breathing of Mutt, the steel orb resetting to the neutral position once it smashed the testicles at thirty count.

“That’s Its favorite toy~ A reminder of a few important aspects of why it exist. Mutt’s genitals don’t have reproductive Function. Just practical use for my pleasure. An unending source of lubricant to simulate the need to climax. Such passions forever out of reach, and has never achieved as it is stuck permanently pre-climax, crushing Its testicles helps make It feel close Climax. Just to rip it away each time~ The other thing, forcing it to be my pet in every sense. Vocalization included. It doesn’t speak like people when I have others around. Unless it must speak for Its daily treatments like this~ Approach”, Plumeau said as he snapped his fingers after his speech. The Scourge dumbfounded at it all, enjoying the suffering at a base level from what Plumeau calculated. Mutt crawling faster in it’s whining as the tender orbs between it’s thick thighs sagged weakly. “Next I stretch out one of my favorite holes of it”, Plumeau cooing as adjusted himself to his throne more comfortably. Pushing a button on the chair to command the floor where Mutt had eaten to reveal a rising set of anal toys.

Mutt waiting patiently by the throne of Its favorite person. Getting consistent pets from Its owner, before turning to present his ass to Lord Plumeau. The lord merciless ripping out the puppy tail from his groaning pet, the strange material having inflated to stretch the cunt more. Shorting to it’s normal anal size in Plumeau’s hand, as he shoved the 6 inches of black leathery substance down Mutt’s throat. Making the slave gag as it staring unflinching to Its owner in admiration. Placing a palm beneath the cocklet, Plumeau commanded the nub cage off. Slowly taking off the chastity device by hand, allowing the fat 8 inches to slink out from their cruel confides in all their stupidly hung glory. Slapping the freed cock for good measure made Mutt scream from the gag, commanding it in the hypersensitivity to sample each of the 3 different dildos fixed to the strange floor paneling.

Arms suddenly freed from their bindings as if by mental command, Mutt made sure to turn his toned back so the visitor see him fully. The smallest dildo being met with the peppered muscle of a once trained killer, squatting with thick thighs as he held both hands behind his head to flex his succulent volume. Sweat glistened off his ivory muscles in the dull light, the gold piercing of the 8 inch cock’s that peeked from the tantalizing foreskin. The small dildo beneath Mutt was knotted 3 times in crimson material, as it forced each orb of suffocating penetration deeper-and-deeper into Mutt. Whining through the dildo gag as he drooled from it, his hung cock meekly bouncing as the automated toy made the pet feel looser and looser with each repeat of it’s violation.

After 10 minutes, Mutt waddled with shaky legs to the next toy. A much thicker dildo he needed to squat down on fully. Impaling himself through the pain of his knees, Mutt was in paradise as he got stuffed by pale silicone almost as impressive as the cock he had. The simple grooves of the toy reminding Mutt of the superior cock Master had, making him sit down on the fat rod for about 30 minutes before leaving the toy with a wet *pop*. His cunt was still form, the velvety ring clinging to the toy with great effort before slipping off.

The last toy made Mutt’s eyes wide in panic as it obeyed. A clear dildo in the shape of his own cock, the base bubbling with a clear goo similar to the one from his box. The translucent slime forcing Mutt to the ground as it wrapped around his genitals. Splitting his legs to his sides, as Mutt was automatically bouncing on the floor from the automated toy ramming itself deeper into his wrecked prostrate. Ruining his warm, wet assshole further with the full 10 inch toy, his chub entrapped in the clear goo. The fluid vibrating viciously all over Mutt’s cock and balls: humming loud enough to match the volume of Mutt’s muffled, groaning scream. His pained eyes unable to fight back tears as his hung shaft was being assaulted by an intense milking Its hypersensitive body could not handle. Unable to cum, as every inch of his girthy, meat-slab was tenderized like his asshole. Around 1 hour passed under this mind numbing torture, as Mutt felt Its body be freed from the dildo and goo. Dropping on his face toward his Master. Heaving through the gag as its blank eyes cried, the muscle slave crawled meekly to the spread crotch of Lord Plumeau.

Tears seeping harder than the constant spray of lube from Its cock, Mutt went into Auto pilot as Its master’s mindless cock-sleeve as Plumeau wrapped up business with the vat-born. The gag sliding off as Mutt’s open mouth sank past ashy gray legs and onto an erect cock out of sight to the Scourge.“See. Broken. The best pet this house has ever made, and will ever keep. Do you see now why my brother sends initiates like you here?”, Plumeau asked loud enough for the scourge to hear through Mutt’s loud slurping between his robe. The scourge nodding no, his confusion visible after hours of trying to digest why this inspection matters to it’s placement in the kabal. Lord Plumeau sighed as he spoke; “Lord Demiurge. Does not just favor full submission. But absolute control over one’s reality. To destroy frail normalcy of lesser beings, and extract their delicious misery by creating a world where hope of safety, of comfort, lies in our truth. To shatter those illusion on our prey before we break them into our world. Like Mutt, whose so dumb it thinks this is the only reality it has ever known. And it loves it, no matter how loudly its screams fill my quiet keep. Go. And pray you understand what we do. Or my brother ripping your wings off the tallest towers of Commorogh will be the least of your torment under him”.

Dismissing him with a hand, the scourge was lead out in worry by a scientist from the adjacent room. Mutt worked hard as Its body trembled extremely weak, shaking harder as the fuzzy face brushed hard against the smooth groin of Plumeau. Not stopping as Lord Plumeau kept petting Its head, and wrapping his slender legs on the impressive Back of the pet in front of his throne. As the relay table in front of the throne lit up. Mutt shook in fear as he served Plumeau’s cock, as he felt illusionary eyes that still haunted his nightmares, peering down to the throne.

Suspended in a large holograph, was the image of House Plumeau’s oldest Archon, and ruler of the Kabal of the Bone Dice. Hunched at 11ft tall, was a cloaked figure with most of his body obscured by the impossibly black robe he wore. Eloquence and fearsome red resin gauntlets protruded from the darkness of his cloak as if the abyss itself infested his upper torso. As Lord Demiurge stared down to his beloved younger brother with the mask other Archons dreaded. Held up by two skeletal arms choking him from his neck to chin, as the left side of his face was covered the many skeletal eye sockets of House Plumeau’s other true born children. The oldest 15 heirs he had slain when rising to power now fractured psyches affixed to eyeballs or skull fragments adorning the pride of the Plumeau lineage.

The hulking Drukhari lurching with love to the runt of his family line as he held his hands out waiting for his brother to speak. “be worry of that one, Brother. That Vulture seems to enjoy the spoils of our work..without appreciating the craft behind it. Of course, the fool couldn’t vocalize it without losing its life in the process. But subtlety did not shadow him in the slightest”, Plumeau said smugly. Petting Mutt as the slave worshiped his cock well out of sight of Demiurge, the former terminator trembling more from fear out of overstimulation as It tried to mindlessly service cock.

Lord Demiurge laughed. Wiping a tear from his right eye as his distorted, deep voice billowed in many different pitches before he spoke; “Dearest Sibling of mine. Sparring your life was the best decision I ever made. Outside of your beloved pet, you take care of our ancestral home well enough to judge all my recruits justly. I shall keep your verdict on that fledgling in mind for my next game if I need a disposable pawn for my current story’s….B i g A c t. I shall make sure to give our eldest siblings your regards, ooh brother of mine~”. Laughing harder as Demiurge looked at his youngest sibling fondly as his holograph ended. Lord Plumeau sighed deeply, the weight of the most frightening being he knew no longer suffocating him as his head-pats to Mutt became more gentle. Tender...even. Looking side-to-side with his one eye, for others. Alone fully, he pushed a button on his throne as his playroom sealed itself from his Haemonculi lab as he looked down to Mutt.

Mindlessly deepthroating Plumeau’s cock as the crying muscle slave gagged each time the Drukhari’s modified shaft rested inside Its throat where it belonged. Plumeau smiled deeply at his pet, much softer as the edges of his sadism cracked for a moment as his two hands traveled to sides of Mutt’s head. Palms on Mutt’s neck to back of his hairline as he gave a command to the large man; “Look at me, Puppy. And wake up”. Mutt’s handsome face curled with enthusiasm as It looked up with Its dazed, yellow irises. Its lips and mouth loose for what came next. As Plumeau pulled Mutt’s head away with his strong grip as it dug into the soft peppered hair, exposing most of his uncut shaft to air. Before Plumeau roughly rammed all 7 inches of his thick cock back down the elated throat of his slave. Mutt’s tears no longer dripping as it whined through the intense gagging it endured. It’s head used as a fleshlight on repeat: Push-pulled, pulled-Pushed, PULLED-PUSHED at a rapid pace that made the dumb hulking slave get dizzy as it slobbered the dick that impaled Its throat. Mutt sucked and swallowed Its master’s cock dutifully like a true toy; as It breathed masterfully through Its nose throughout the abuse. Mutt’s tongue curling on most of the invading shaft as Plumeau grunted in delight from the sensation of face-fucking his beloved pet.

Not taking his eyes of Mutt as those piercing, yellow eyes stared devotion Plumeau’s way. After the next 5 minutes of this violation, Plumeau rammed his shaft one last time into Mutt’s throat before allowing his pet to taste his load fully in his mouth. Painting his mouth with Plumeau’s special concoction added to his climax thanks to the modification. Mutt eagerly drinking up the tasty mixture as its...devoted face slowly changed. Physical sensitivity still present, as clouds parted in the expression of Mutt from the hypnotic dazed slowly left. As a deep look of guilty, indulgent, shame overtook the yellow gaze looking to Plumeau as the Archon laughed. His pitch cruel and endearing as he spoke; “Hello my beloved Hinrik Enjoy your time as Mutt today, I see...You did such a good job today, but I am sure you’re fully aware of everything we have been up to, Huh my Puppy?”. Hinrik responding in two ways as expected of him. His cock reaching the full 10 inch erection from the horrific shame of his new life. And by slipping Plumeau’s still erect prick from his mouth as he licked and kissed his Master’s groin with a deeper passion than before.

His humiliated stare folded as he tasted Plumeau’s cock in full. Lips tender for thick, wet kisses along the ashy gray crotch. Rubbing his bearded face against the hard shaft in between long laps of his large tongue. Sucking in the hefty balls whenever he couldn’t keep his shameful, pleading eyes on Plumeau as Hinrik finally responded once all his Master’s cock was cleaned of spittle; “Master..Love-PL-please Ruin me again. I need you to break me until my brain goes fuzzy without your drugs”. Hinrik’s face showing off his age more once his proper mind returned, his masculine chisel cracking with the overwhelming shame his pleading form displayed.

Plumeau looked soft at his Hinrik. His broad shouldered, thick bodied pet resting the Eldar’s cock on his handsome face as he waited with submission. Breathing gently rather than the obnoxious whines of a mutt for approval, as the muscle slave received more tender head-pats that made his full 10 inch prick jolt in ecstacy. Hinrik closing his eyes as his body’s sensitivity pitched for him in this state, Plumeau smiling down at his love before his pet’s eyelids opened. “How about you start by being a good Dog. And entertain your owner, Hinrik. Make it worth my while to….remind yourself why it was so easy for me to conquered a beast like you~”, Lord Plumeau commented as he tousled Hinrik’s hairline. Hinrik staring at him as his lips trembled, his shameful glance weakening with the edges of humiliation as he reposition himself less than a feet away from his owner.

Sitting on his plump ass, Hinrik held his legs as the limps were spread to reveal his big cock, at full mast for his owner as the sounding rod sank deeper into the urethra from the sudden growth. The thick shaft of soft skin shook violently as Hinrik’s masculine pitch broke from the unabashed yearning in his voice; “be-be-because I was born to be less than you, Mmaster. My big body means nothing to the perfection of my owner, my Love who allowed his pet to have his oversized cock back. Not to use like a real man, but like the toy I was born to be under you, master. My Big cock is nothing more than wasted potential on a dddoG that It will make up for it by being your loving, obedient pet like it was destined to be. Your personal, useless dildo that needs nothing more than your t-training. Ple-please, Master, thank-thank you for allowing me to Serve you”. Hinrik began crying as his body trembled from the admission. Humiliating himself made the taller man feel weak, ashamed of what he had become as he wanted nothing more than for Plumeau to love him like his Puppy. He needed it.

Spreading his legs further, Hinrik grabbed the tip of his sounding rod as his other hand nested by his large balls. Feeling compelled, he started to self penetrate the metal stick in his dick in-and-out as his other hand began walling on his testicles as Plumeau watched in delight.

“WHACK AAHAH, iloveyou, master. WHACK Ngnn, I llOve Yoou Master, *WHACK I WHACK LOVE WHACK YOU WHACK* ILOVEYOUMASTER, AHHHHHH”, Hinrik screamed as he assaulted his crotch. The sensitive testes on fire from impacts of his strong slaps forced his cock to twitch harder. The torrent of precum jammed stay back inside his shaft from the penetrating thrust of the sounding rod. Hinrik was only stopped as a man almost at his height sitting down, was suddenly kneeling over him. Scared of what he was doing to himself, but desperate to continue his life like this, Hinrik waited for his owner to make a move.

Feeling the comforting hand of Lord Plumeau pet his head again sent a jolt of immense pleasure from the tender palm caressing his skull. To the point it matched the sensitivity Hinrik felt being exposed to the air and the redness of his cock torture combined, as he closed his eyes from the mouth watering sensation. Only to open them to the kiss he was given. Thrilled by subtle invitation of lip dancing Hinrik rarely got, he submitted himself to the passionate control of Plumeau’s tongue as the former space marine opened his big mouth for the shorter man to have his way. Holding the bigger man’s chin as he fervently made out with Hinrik. One hand now on the hairy chest as the ashy gray hand played with the firm muscle by the ‘MUTT’ tattoo. Plumeau twirled his tongue along the bigger, wet mouth Hinrik has as the taller slave meekly sucked back eagerly for his owner’s essence. His yellow eyes glowing briefly in their hypnotic tones from the drugs his Master’s saliva was laced with. Chasing that high as he felt himself become Mutt again as he whimpered from the wet, passionate interlocking of mouths. 5 minutes of the kissing went on undisturbed, as the Drukhari savored the weak whimper and whines of his beloved, the large slave wagging it’s long cock like the tail of happy puppy. Until a thick line of pink spit departed from their embrace as Plumeau pulled way.

Holding Hinrik’s face from both side now as he spoke with a rising cruelty; “Hmhm, Good Boy. You entertained me well, how about we continue our real rituals back in my chambers. Does Puppy wanna carry his loving owner back to bed, or be ridden like a good steed?”. An ultimatum that would bring Plumeau gratification regardless of the choice, Hinrik looked down in trembling horror at his instinctual answer. “Please use me as your Stead, Master. P-puppy wants you to be comfortable before you torture it even more, please give it that Honor, Love”, Hinrik said in deep anguish from his enjoyment. Plumeau smiled deeply, his eye fondly admiring his pet in away his devious grin couldn’t replicate as he gestured with his hand for Hinrik to get into position. The muscular slave obediently opening his mouth once on all 4s for the leather reins to be shoved in his mouth, clinching harder with his sharp canines as his bite watered with what came next. As Plumeau grabbed the vibrating plug made of black goo, ramming it in the firm cunt of Hinrik with muffled groans. Pressing the button on the throne to open the room to the rest of the keep, Plumeau gently got on his pet’s back with rein in hand. Pulling a coiled whip from his other sleeve.

Swiftly cracking the hidebound implement behind him where Hinrik’s thick ass would be, as the old fashioned tool struck hard against ass cheek, taint, and teste from it’s length. Forcing Hinrik to scream as he saw stars from the excruciating pain, his sounding rod almost shot out from the excess of enjoyment his cock felt as he started crawling forward. His body overloaded with senses as he chased the high of not being treated like a person, but rather an object and a pet for a much shorter man. His misery filling the halls as he was whipped all the way to Plumeau’s bed chambers, even when his pace satisfied his master.

Locked inside the lavish bedchambers of Lord Plumeau, Hinrik’s reins were off in seconds as Plumeau’s immediately went to make out with his slave once more. The Muscle pet taking the opportunity to lift his master off the floor once he was allowed to stand as he carried his owner with strong comfort. Doing his best to entertain his owner in the make-out as he locked the windows, and closed the curtains before carefully placing Plumeau onto his bed. The Eldar leaving a pec on Hinrik’s lips as the lord signified to kneel before him, ass first. Hinrik obeyed immediately, resting his cheek against the floor as he arched his abused cunt to his owner with shaky pride. “Be a good Puppy, and suffer for me~”, Plumeau let out in a command to the strange toy vibrating inside Hinrik. The Plug suddenly bubbling like...and automated dildo as it expanded bubbles to cover Hinrik’s genitals. Black good massaging the large cock and hefty balls in a steady, violent rhythm as the substance inside the slave’s velvety asshole pumped in-and-out like a fuck machine in the highest setting.

Hinrik tried to keep it in as he drooled on the floor from the insane bliss. Whimpering shyly as he tried to endure to the mind numbing assault on the parts of his anatomy he never thought he could ever enjoy again. Until he felt a sharp slash across his round rear. And other. And other, as Plumeau laughed as he whipped both ass cheeks each time, harder-and-harder. The backside of Hinrik tinting in deeper shades of red as the supple muscle of his cunt jiggled violently, until Hinrik’s deep voice bellowed out a scream that filled the halls of House Plumeau. Each blow unable to even bruise the supple ass of Hinrik as his anatomy just settled for causing sharp pain and cherry red soreness, no blood visible from his sturdy hide as it was barraged by whip.

Until 50 strikes were made before Lord Plumeau stopped, commanding his toy to stop violating Hinrik’s abuse ass as he sank his hungry mouth into the cunt he owned. Eating out Hinrik passionately, and undisturbed as the meek whimpers of pleasure and pain from the slave made Plumeau go feral. Kissing. Tongue protruding. Ass-biting as if he could chomp meat off until he pulled his mouth away and slapped Hinrik’s thick rear hard enough to make the pet scream one last time. “Good Boy. I loved the taste of your pain. If you were a normal Human, you would have been cumming nonstop at this point. Shame an inferior like you doesn’t have the right to such pleasures. But I am sure we will try again right now, won’t we, love~”, Plumeau teased as go further into bed.

“get on my bed, Puppy. Time for more fun”, Plumeau commanded. Hinrik obeyed, eyes half closed from the pain as he crawled up the bed and assumed the position he was was trained for. Resting down on his back, legs spread as his heavy cock clung to the air as Lord Plumeau disrobed on top of him. Revealing his thinner, toned form and visible bite wound on his neck. Finding his favorite seat on Hinrik’s face as the Eldar smothered his slave with his asshole. The muscle pet eagerly began eating out his owner as Plumeau barely reached Hinrik’s cock due to their height difference. Pumping both hands around the shaft as he chocked it in his handjobs, using the endless stream of precum to slick the dick in his hands as he chuckled feeling his palms travel down the 7 service studs. Hands on his dick, Plumeau used his mouth the expertly suckle on the uncut cock before him, drinking up the precum that came through as he sucked, licked, and bit on the large foreskin. Swirling his pierced tongue underneath the hood as his palms choked the large cock harder. Eye rolling behind his head as he felt Hinrik’s long tongue travel his his soft asshole deeper-and-deeper, as he eagerly ate out his ass.

An hour passed in bliss as Master and slave intertwined. Until Plumeau was loose enough from the foreplay to jump off Hinrik. To grab his pet’s special plug once more, grabbing his leash and collar from his night stand in the same jaunt. Jamming in the goo toy into the firm cunt of Hinrik at max vibration as the slave squirmed on the bed. Until the thick black collar and leash were affixed to his neck. Forcing Hinrik to focus on the man climbing up his resting form Plumeau stood above his throbbing cock. Taking out the sounding rod and throwing it to the nightstand, as the spew of lubricant become thicker. “time to sit on my throne, Puppy. Be a good Dildo and wreck my hole till I get bored of cumming again, pet~”, Plumeau Cooed in sadisitc delight looking down to his pet.

Hinrik’s eyes lulled almost close from the beauty of his master, nodding his head vigorously as he replied; “Please Use me as your Personal Toy, Master, I’m just a walking dildo meant to serve you cunt, Master. Please. Please. Pleassseee”. Plumeau’s only response was sitting on his 10 inch cock.

The foreskin sliding down to reveal the golden service stud, the mark of great triumph in the Imperium of Man disappeared 1st into the silk asshole of a the Achron of House Plumeau. Plumeau biting his lip as he enduring the girth as his spent cunt was met with the lube of spit and precum making his stretched hole take in the 2nd mile-maker of Hinrik’s dick. The 1st patch of Silver studs disappeared into his owner made Hinrik drool in a deep groan, barely holding onto consciousness as his own asshole was mercilessly massaged by the plug as his neck was choked by the form tug of his leash. Until Plumeau pulled Hinrik deeper inside his ass with an almost asphyxiating pull of his leash. As he effortlessly sank down the last two set of service studs as the former space marine whimpered 10 inches deep inside his owner.

Jumping up and down vigorously, Lord Plumeau overwhelmed Hinrik from his cunt’s vice grip over the slave’s thick cock. Screaming in a deep whine as the muscular slave restrained himself from touching his owner, Keeping his hands to the edges of the bed as he tried his best to let the shorter man clap his firm ass cheeks against the girthy meat-slab tenderizing his silky entrance. Delighting in his Hinrik’s screams, as he felt his 1st orgasm shot from his impressive 7 inches instantly after hours of playtime together. The sounds of meaty claps and sensual wails filled the keep for 30 minutes before Plumeau wanted a change of pace before they would relax. Back on the bed, Hinrik’s penetration was manual now as Plumeau didn’t move an inch as he wordlessly let his dumb, muscle Puppy fuck him. Yanking and pulling the collar hard as his love impaled the velvet cunt over-and-over again. Using his strength to try and dig his 10 inches deeper not out of pride, but out of a deep need to please the man he loved. Plumeau reaching his 7th orgasm already as felt Hinrik bury his full shaft in him one last time before teeth made their way into Plumeau’s neck.

Looking to the large, handsome face of Hinrik as the slave desperately tried to bite down lethally on the same scar he left Plumeau the 1st night they shared together. Crying, thrusting harder into his Master; as the former terminator couldn’t mentally, emotionally, and physically bite his Plumeau’s throat harder than teeth indents. The thrill of his training and...emotions for Hinrik caused Plumeau to cum once more as the slave responded; “ihatethatiloveyou, I hatethat I love you. I. I love you, M-Masteerrr”. As Hinrik slipped out his large cock from Plumeau and collapsed onto the Eldar. Plumeau commanded his plug inside Hinrik to stop, as he used his hand to gently cause the large cock to shrink back into the chastity cage to stop spillage on his bed. Using the alt to make sure Hinrik didn’t wake.

Staring to his ceiling, Plumeau looked with his one eye, sad. Did he truly love this human? He even addressed Hinrik properly. Some nights he forgot to lock him back up in the box on good behavior. Plumeau looked to his Hinrik, the large man asleep on top of him like a weighted blanket. Curling around Plumeau and subconsciously cuddling him. Plumeau..enjoyed the moment. He enjoyed Hinrik, regardless of sweat as he hugged his slave back and took a nap. Sleeping for hours until arisen from sensations of his slave waking first. A steady, pathetic humping from an inchless crotch entrapped in metal as it tapped against his knee. A hesitant….kiss on Plumuea’s cheek that used teeth that could eat his throat. The weight leaving his sleeping form...in favor of his thick blankets by his bed. Opening his eyes to the….wet whimpering between his legs, as Hinrik had crawled into the sheet from the edge of the pet. Sucking on his owners Plumuea’s Balls, lapping up his gray shaft in desperation. His glowing, yellow eyes being met by his Eldar owner with a pleading whine

“Please don’t put me back in the box, Master. Please. I—Can’t be without you anymore with what’s in there. I promise to be a good pet, Love. Just. Let me be myself with you, and ruin me everyday till I don’t need drugs to break my mine for you like a Good-TOY”, Hinrik begged throughout licking the erect cock. Suckling on the modded shaft hard, nursing on the thick head as Plumeau laughed. Pushing the sheets above Hinrik’s head, past his broad shoulders as he spoke; “Does Puppy want to be by my side, now? Love..Huh? I didn’t tell you to even make the bed comfortable, or worship me asleep? Or kill me and run into the realms above for your freedom? You really want to be my pet in full, Puppy?”.

Hinrik’s face took on a deep shameful glaze as he licked Plumeau’s cock passionately, whining as he said, “ywesss Muasters”, as he savored the thick dick greedily. “Put my cock in your mouth. Don’t swallow, just nurse”, Plumeau said as he put his hands behind his head in relaxation. Hinrik meekly closing his eyes halfway as he whined hard, swirling his tongue under his Master’s foreskin as Drukhari savored his shaky blow-job.

“I will allow you to remain by my side, Puppy. Not all the time, you will need to be Mutt whenever my brother’s fledglings come to inspect. If you wanna be my lovely, personal Pet forever, Hinrik: you will have to earn your place. I will allow you to be free from your box forever, if you endure torment far worse than you have. Tortures I have held back for punishments, you will Beg for. As I break what’s left of your fragile self-esteem as I mold you into my perfect muscle-toy. If you not, crawl to the box and go back to being Mutt forever. If you want me to truly be the love of my existence and endure tortures lesser-humans can’t, swallow my shaft no as your nose presses into my crotch. Gag on it.”, Plumeau said with eyes closed. The swirling tongue on his cock meekly stopping for a bit as the slave got scared. Until Plumeau got what he wanted.

Hinrick inhaled the 7 inches as the mods made him gag hard. Crying worse as he moaned in his response for the freedom of his box. As Plumeau laughed harder. “Ahahashahah, Welcome to your new life, my lovely little pet”, Plumeau cackled in his deep voice as he didn’t bother looking to Hinrik. Letting his slave’s gagging fill his quiet keep, as he planned their lives together as Master and Slave. Drinking in his misery and devotion all the same.