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"Strip for me," Lord Craven said, sitting down in the comfortable chair of his study and motioning for Soleil to undress. "Let me see you."

"Y-yes, sir," Soleil said, with a little bow of his head and blush high in his cheeks. Lord Craven was his new guardian. He had plucked young Soleil right off the street, claiming that he had too much beauty, too much promise, to be resigned to the slums.

He was going to make a proper pet of him. Soleil, hopeful for a better life and happy for the chance to prove himself to someone so dedicated to his success, promised that he would be good. That he would obey.

So he stripped down to the bare linen of his panties, and stood with his hands clasped in front of him. The sheer material all but showed Lord Craven his cock, and that couldn’t be polite, could it?

"All the way, Soleil, dear," the man prompted him. He extended his hand then, his elbow on the arm of the chair but his palm outstretched. "Come here, and place your cock in my hand. I want to see what I will be working with."

Soleil's eyes widened, but he hurriedly nodded to obey, even if he couldn't bring himself to speak. His heart beating loudly in his ears, his cheeks on fire with blush, he did strip the last of his clothes and timidly crossed the carpet and settled his soft cock in the man's broad, strong hand.

There was so much he didn’t know. He hadn’t thought that Lord Craven would be so interested in Soleil’s cock. 

"Such a pretty little cock," Lord Craven said, humming in thought. "It's a shame we'll have to keep it locked up until you can be trusted with it. The first few cages will be painful," he warned Soleil, his voice low and calm and utterly unquestionable. "Establishing a strong ache in your cock will improve your willingness to serve. After all, the better you behave, the sooner you will be moved on to gentler cages. One day you may not need a cage at all, if you can prove yourself to me," he said. "But surely that will not be until your training is complete. You understand?"

"Y-yes, sir," Soleil promised. He was already imagining what a painful cage might feel like, but it was beyond him. Still… Lord Craven was an educated man. If he said that Soleil needed a painful cage, then surely, he was right.

Lord Craven had him open his mouth, and with his other hand, he tugged at Soleil's tongue, and then took him by the jaw and tilted his head this way and that, looking at his throat. Still feeling very vulnerable with his cock in the man's hand, Soleil meekly obeyed.

"The cunt of your throat is very pink and small," he remarked. "We're going to have to change your diet before your throat can be used. You'll need to drink my come, morning and night," he said, looking at Soleil quite seriously. "My servants will summon you before breakfast to feed from me, and at night, once you are dressed and ready for bed, they will again bring you here. You will drink my come until I am satisfied you have had enough."

"Don't worry, pet," he said then, with a warm smile and a pat of Soleil's cheek. "A few weeks of  nourishment and I am certain your throat will bloom into a beautiful, fuckable hole. I have every faith in you."

Soleil nodded. He... wanted that. He wanted to do well, to do this right, to... make himself fuckable. He wanted to be good. He would do everything Lord Craven told him. It made his heart race for reasons he couldn’t explain, but surely the lord knew best, right?

"Now," he said, "Turn around and brace your hands on my desk. I need a closer look at your hole."

He'd seen Soleil's hole once already, though briefly. When he met Soleil on the street, selling flowers, he had gently but firmly helped himself to feeling up Soleil's ass and rubbing at his hole, and even went so far as to take him by the waist and tug Soleil's trousers down to look at him there. Soleil, surprised, had struggled a little, but only a little. Lord Craven had forgiven him.

"Ah, yes, just as I first thought," he said. "There are many reasons I took you in, dear Soleil. You have such potential. Your ass is not yet ready for breeding," was his verdict, but he continued, "Some training, though, and you will be a proper pet for me. Were you born to a noble family, " he continued, "Surely they would have trained you from childhood, and you'd be well marriageable by now. That's quite alright. Your low station may not allow you to be someone's wife, but you'll make a fine hole for my cock when I'm done with you. A little come rubbed into your hole twice a day, and some thorough training, and you'll be fuckable in no time at all."

He lifted his hands from Soleil and bid him turn around again. Soleil was dizzy with all of this, but ever and on did his brain rationalize it. He was not a rich, well-bred boy, so of course, he could never be someone's wife in the way the lord meant... but Lord Craven meant to train him and make him proper and good and useful, and he wanted that, right? He wanted to be fuckable? Yes, he thought. He did. He wanted to be good for Lord Craven.

"For tonight," he said, "I am going to have them bathe you, dress you, and return you to me. As you drink my come, I will select the first of your cages and tonight, when you lay down to sleep, you will have taken your first steps towards being a pretty, proper hole. Do you like the sound of that?"

"Yes, sir," Soleil said, nodding perhaps a touch more fervently than he realized. He had not even quite computed the thought that he wouldn't be bathing himself. He did not realize he would never bathe himself again: from that night on, Craven’s servants always bathed him. Sometimes, when the bathing itself was part of his training, Lord Craven would help, or watch. Tonight, though, Soleil shyly allowed himself to be cleaned, and only flinched a little and whimpered barely at all when they rubbed at his hole.

Then, he was dressed in a pretty dressing gown, and led back to Lord Craven’s study. Lord Craven had started reading, it seemed, and he had also pulled his massive cock free of his trousers, idly stroking himself with one hand while he read.

Soleil was led to kneel at his feet... and his delicate wrists were locked above his head, to a spot on Lord Craven’s desk. Then, the servants left him there.

Soleil blinked green eyes up at him, and Lord Craven smiled, reaching down to pat him on the head.

"Open up, pet," he said. "Now, remember, you haven't yet earned taking me into your throat. Be a good boy and drink my come as I read." He showed Soleil, then, what he was perusing. The book seemed nearly new and seemed to be about the training of pets, like Soleil.

Lord Craven took his cock in hand then and brought it to Soleil's lips. Obedient, Soleil licked his dripping precum clean and then, at the insistent nudge of Lord Craven’s cock, he kept his mouth there, suckling sweetly on the thick head of his cock, letting the lord drip into his mouth and sometimes using his tongue to clean the his seed from the slit. Lord Craven's cock was very big, and Soleil had no idea how it would one day fit inside him, but that only made his need for training all the more clear.

"I don't always agree with all this new advice," Lord Craven said easily as Soleil sat between his legs. "The trend now, they say, is to rape your pets right away, break them on your cock and all that. I have little patience for trends," he said with a sigh, and shook his head. "No, my father trained his pets with a slow and careful hand, and I've always done the same."

A heady throb of Lord Craven's cock made Soleil's breath catch, and he wasn't ready for the flow of come that came with it. With a little sound, he hurried to swallow it down.

"Drink more, Soleil, dear," Lord Craven said. "We aren't nearly there yet. I'll read another chapter or so, and we'll see how I feel then."

And so he did, sometimes stroking Soleil's hair, sometimes commenting aloud about the advice in the book ("Restraint is old fashioned, hm. I don't think I agree. There are times for a pet to be crying and making a fuss and times for a pet to quietly accept their fate, isn't that so?"), but he did not hurry at all. Even when he lazily stroked his cock, it wasn't in search of orgasm.

Soleil drank and drank, the sharp, bitter taste of it already so familiar to him. He was powerless to do anything but drink, locked to the desk as he was. When he murmured or shifted, Lord Craven only hushed him and pressed his cock more insistently into Soleil's mouth, but Soleil never truly made a fuss. Like a good boy, he suckled at Lord Craven’s cock, dutiful and quiet.

By the time Lord Craven announced that he'd had enough, Soleil was nearly dizzy with it. His whole world had narrowed to the drip of Lord Craven’s come, meditative in its singularity. Now, he awoke, almost. The servants returned to unlock his arms and help him shakily to his feet. They also left a device with Lord Craven, who looked it over in his hand as Soleil composed himself.

"There we go," he said. "Good boy. This was your first night drinking come, wasn't it?" he asked.

His blush renewed, Soleil nodded.

"And did you like it?" He asked, a glint in his eye of something Soleil could not name. "You can feel it, I'm sure, how much you needed that?"

Soleil hesitated... and then nodded again. He felt... different. That must mean that Lord Craven was right.

"Very good," he said. "Present your cock to me again. I will lock you up for the night, and then we'll rub a little come on your hole and send you to bed, like a good boy."

"Y-yes, sir," Soleil said, with another nod. He lifted his dressing gown, and shyly laid himself once more in Lord Craven's big hand.

"Now, you remember what I said," Lord Craven explained as he slipped the metal over Soleil's cock. "This cage is going to be painful. It should motivate you to study hard, so you can move on to gentler cages. You can cry, if it hurts too much,"  Lord Craven said. "Sometimes good boys cry when they are learning. Now, stand still, and tell me when it hurts."

He had not lied to Soleil. As he fit the device around him, and as he screwed it tight, it did hurt. It dug into Soleil's sensitive little cock punishingly and he cried out, already squirming.

"S-sir, please-" he begged. "Please, it hurts so much, please no more, please-"

"Just a little tighter," Lord Craven promised. He gave the key another turn... and then another.

Soleil’s eyes had gone big and glassy and his hands were twisted in the material of his dressing gown. Already he knew better than to reach out to stop him, or to pull away. "P-please, sir... i-it's so tight already, I c-can feel it. I-..." He swallowed, and tried again, shivering and trying to find his words.

"I know it is important for my cock to hurt," he said, a deliciously sweet waver in his voice. "A-and... it does hurt. The cage is very painful. I promise I will be very good," he begged, "Please don't tighten it any more..."

Lord Craven smiled at him, so utterly charmed by his little ward, who looked on the very verge of tears and yet, who was trying so hard already.

"One more," he said. "One more turn, and then I will tighten it no further, Big breath now, pet," he warned. When he turned the key, Soleil sobbed, but still he did not pull away.

Lord Craven kept his word, tucking the key away in his vest and gently taking his hand away. Without the support of Lord Craven's hand, though, the cage was heavy, and hurt just that much more as it hung between Soleil's shaking legs.

"There's a good boy," Lord Craven reassured him, laying his hand on Soleil's naked thigh and stroking his thumb over his skin. He could see the way the boy trembled, and more importantly, he could see the vulgar cage seated so beautifully around his cock. Perhaps it would take a long time for Soleil to earn his freedom. He looked so pretty locked up.

"Now, bend over for me once more," Lord Craven said. "Just a little attention for your hole before bed. Tomorrow we'll focus much more on it. Still, we mustn't be lazy. You'll never be fuckable if we don't start giving you come now."

Soleil nodded, his breath still hitching, but he did as he was asked. He leaned over the desk, and Lord Craven’s mouth watered for the way his cage dangled there, glinting in the low light. But his attention was soon drawn to the pretty pink of Soleil's hole.

Lord Craven used his fingers to collect come from his own dripping cock, and started massaging it, rubbing it into Soleil's little, untrained ass.

When he heard Soleil whimper, he laughed softly.

"Isn't that better?" he soothed. "Poor boy, never having come inside your ass. It feels good already, doesn't it?" he asked. "Just having it rubbed into your hole is such a relief, I'm sure..."

And... it was. His hand was big and warm, and he did not press into Soleil's hole with anything more than his fingertips. He just worked his come into Soleil, and even stopped at one point to take more from himself. This, too, was mesmerizing to poor Soleil. The warm, firm pressure of Lord Craven’s hands, the way he massaged the meat of Soleil's ass, his thighs, and the way he worked over Soleil's hole. Sometimes the firmness bordered on pain, especially because his hole was so sensitive, but it never quite hurt. Lord Craven knew exactly what he was doing.

It felt... good. Very good, even. Though Soleil had been moments away from tears, he was soon whimpering and whining in pleasure, not pain, as Lord Craven rubbed more come into his hole. By the time he was done, Soleil really was dizzy, his cock throbbing in pain and his ass throbbing in want.

He knew he wanted to be fuckable. He wanted his holes to be trained for Lord Craven’s cock. He wanted to be a good boy. But that was so much clearer to him now, his stomach full of Lord Craven’s come and his ass aching to be used.

Soleil blinked, dazed, at Lord Craven when he turned him around. With a low chuckle, the lord reached down to Soleil's locked cock, and swiped up the seed he had dripped there.

He offered his fingers to Soleil who, without needing instruction, licked his come from them with the prettiest, sweetest doe-eyes Lord Craven had ever seen.

"Time for bed, pet," he said. "Go on. In the morning, I'll send my servants to bring you back here, for another dose of come in both your holes."

"Yes sir," Soleil whispered, and then added, shyly, "T-thank you, sir..."

Lord Craven  nodded, smiling. Soleil was not yet out of the room when he heard the man bid a servant come close, and gave them instructions.

"Bring me one of the girls," he said. "One of the young ones. Fresh. I want a hole as tight as my little pet's..."