I’ve always been a man of simple pleasures. A cold beer, a warm bed, and a tight pussy to fuck whenever I want. My roommates and I found the perfect arrangement when we stumbled upon our little plaything in the basement. She was a skinny, quiet, submissive Asian girl, and she was ours for the taking.
We never asked her name, and she never offered it. She was just our little pet, our fuck toy, our cum dumpster. We kept her chained up in the basement, naked except for a leash and collar. She was always ready for us, always willing to please.
The days started to blend together, but I remember one particular day vividly. It was a Tuesday, and I woke up with a raging hard-on. I stumbled downstairs, still half-asleep, and found my roommate, Mike, already down there. He was standing over our little pet, his cock buried deep inside her.
‘Morning, man,’ I said, my voice still groggy.
‘Morning,’ Mike grunted, thrusting harder into our pet. ’She’s already been fucked twice today.'
I grinned, my cock twitching in anticipation. ’Well, let’s make it a third time, shall we?'
I stepped forward, my cock already hard as steel. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her delicate throat. I thrust my cock into her mouth, feeling her warm, wet tongue wrap around my shaft.
Mike continued to fuck her from behind, his balls slapping against her ass. I could hear her muffled moans, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She was so good at taking it, so willing to please us.
After a few minutes, I pulled out of her mouth and stepped back. Mike grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He pulled out of her pussy and came all over her ass, his cum dripping down her thighs.
I took a step forward, my cock still hard. ‘Your turn, pet,’ I said, grabbing her leash and pulling her towards me.
She dropped to her knees, her eyes downcast. I pushed my cock into her mouth, feeling her lips wrap around my shaft. I fucked her mouth, my balls slapping against her chin. She never fought back, never tried to resist. She was the perfect little fuck toy.
After a few minutes, I pulled out of her mouth and came all over her face. She didn’t flinch, didn’t try to wipe it away. She just sat there, her face covered in our cum.
We left her there, chained up in the basement, and went about our day. But the thought of her down there, waiting for us, was always in the back of our minds.
Later that afternoon, I was sitting on the couch, watching TV, when I heard a commotion downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to find Mike and our other roommate, Dave, dragging our pet up the stairs.
’What’s going on?' I asked, my heart racing.
‘She tried to escape,’ Mike said, his voice filled with anger. ‘We caught her trying to chew through her leash.’
I looked at our pet, her eyes wide with fear. She knew she had fucked up, and she was terrified of what was coming next.
‘Well, she needs to be punished,’ Dave said, his eyes filled with malice. ’Let’s teach her a lesson.'
We dragged her into the living room and tied her to a chair. Mike grabbed a belt from the closet, and Dave found a pair of pliers.
‘Please,’ our pet whimpered, her voice barely audible. ’Please don’t hurt me.'
But we didn’t listen. We were too caught up in the moment, too excited by the prospect of punishing her.
Mike started by whipping her with the belt. He hit her hard, leaving red welts on her skin. She cried out in pain, but we didn’t stop. We were too focused on the task at hand.
Dave took the pliers and grabbed a handful of her hair. He yanked her head back, exposing her throat. He clamped the pliers onto her nipple, and she screamed in agony.
I stood back, watching as they tortured her. I felt a strange mix of excitement and guilt, but I couldn’t look away.
After a few minutes, we untied her from the chair and dragged her back downstairs. We chained her up in the basement, her body covered in bruises and welts.
We left her there, alone and afraid, and went about our day. But the memory of her screams, her pain, stayed with us.
That night, we went down to the basement and fucked her again. We didn’t care about her pain, her fear. We just wanted to use her, to take what we wanted from her.
And she let us. She accepted everything we did to her, never fighting back, never trying to escape. She was the perfect little fuck toy, the perfect little pet.
As I drifted off to sleep that night, I couldn’t help but wonder how long we could keep this up. How long could we keep her chained up in the basement, how long could we keep using her like this?
But in the end, it didn’t matter. We had our little pet, our little fuck toy, and we were going to enjoy her for as long as we could.
