Published: January 30th 2022, 12:00:00 am
I shook my head, still looking off to the side. "No. You're not my master. I don't have a master. And I'm not a little boy or a baby boy either. I'm-"
"No, you're right, my pet. You should have a proper name. How about... spot? Yes, that's a fine name for my good boy."
"Spot," I said, turning to look at him with incredulity. "That's like something I'd name my dog."
"Oh, so you keep pets too? How adorable," he cried out, seemingly tickled by the idea. I was beginning to get annoyed.
"Listen. I'm a person. You do not get to just do that whenever you want." I pointed to the couch, unable to bring myself to describe the act of being masturbated by a space-weasel any other way. "Now, I want this diaper off right now, or I'll..., uh, I'll..."
my voice trailed off as my new master stood to his full height and put his paws on his hips.
"Or you'll what, little earthling?"
I gulped. There wasn't much I could do, I realized.
"This is your first day, so I'm going to be nice, but we're going to come to an understanding sooner than later. You are home now. You are to be my companion on this ship, and wherever I go aground. Even now, your shots are going to work ensuring that you will remain my healthy and happy pet for a good long time - well beyond the half dozen or so earth cycles your species would normally live for."
"Shots?"
"Yes, you've been given immunity to all disease and aging, and you've already been tagged and registered in the galactic database as my property, and are subsequently under my care and protection."
"And I don't get any say in any of this?" I asked, tugging at my diaper in a futile effort to remove it.
"Silly, pet. You may be smart enough to talk, but you are still a pet. No, you don't get to take that off, spot." He said, as I struggled with my crinkly garb. He gave me a pointed look and pointed a finger firmly toward the bed. I looked at him, then to the bed, then back to him, confused.
"On your back. It's time for changies."
"You mean I can get this thing off finally?" I asked. He did not reply, just pointed again, and so I went and laid down, my embarrassment once again beating out my outrage, though they had both been vying for top spot in the jumble of emotions I was feeling since I had woken up here.
"Alright, let's get that soggy thing off you, spot."
I gave up on the idea of protesting. I was clear I wouldn't be able to take them off myself, so I let him do it. It was a relief to feel the diaper open up, even if it did mean I was even more exposed to the strange alien who called himself my master.
"You're so different down there," he mused, as he poked at my genitals. I opened my mouth to protest, but suddenly realized he was holding something in his hands.
"What do you have there?"
"Just something to keep my pet healthy, don't you worry about it," he said casually, setting it beside me on the bed and grabbing what must be the alien equivalent of a pack of wet wipes.
"I am worried," I replied, trying to back away, he placed a paw on my chest, effectively arresting all motion.
"If you get your bed dirty, you'll be paying the consequences. Be still." He clicked and warbled with such authority, I froze, and allowed him to quickly wipe me clean before picking the device back up. It looked suspiciously like..."
"Oh, no. I know what that is. You're not getting that thing on me!" I said, again trying to back away, but he put his paw down on me again and just shook his head.
"It's either this or castration. I think you'll agree this choice is better..."
I yelped and covered myself at the mention of getting my nuts removed, but he pulled my hands away and shushed me.
"It'll be okay, little one. It won't hurt a bit, I promise." He brought the device down to my genitals and pressed a button. Instantly, it opened up and snapped shut, encasing my cock with a sheath of hard material and my balls with a sturdy ring to keep it from sliding off. Once it was secured, it quickly molded itself around my bits to conform to them as tightly as my own skin, and I realized how light it must be. Master was right about one thing. It did not hurt. It did not feel like I was wearing anything at all.
"There we go," he said, with a smile. "That should ensure that my good boy doesn't get any more treats than he has earned, aside from your daily maintenance rubbies, of course!"
He had put me in a chastity cage. I couldn't believe it. This was absurd! My protests fell on deaf ears as he diapered me up once more and told me to sit like a good boy while he brought out a special surprise for me.
"What now?" I whined. I was already exhausted from my confusing and exasperating experience with this creature. But of course the final thing was perhaps the most damning of all. "Is that a...?"
"That's right, little one. It's a collar! And it's got your name on it! See?"
It was a thick black band of smooth leathery material with a diamond shaped tag hanging on the front, though what it said I had no idea.
"Oh, this is a special day, my pet. A momentous occasion. I know it's already official and all, but the symbols are just as important. Now, present," he said, with an expectant smile. My hackles raised at this.
"Nuh, uh. No way, there's no way I'm gonna..." suddenly noticed that I was on all fours with my chin up and my butt on the ground; the perfect position for him to collar me.
"Good boy!" he said, as he slipped the collar around my neck. I heard an audible click, and then a cool feeling on the back of my neck. I reached back and realized that the seam was gone. It was one solid piece of material now, as far as I could tell. "Now, don't you look smart?"
I could tell Master wasn't talking about my intelligence based on his tone of voice, talking to me like a pet or small child, as he had since he had first spoken to me. Sitting there on my pet bed with the cage on, the diaper, and the collar around my neck, I truly felt like a pet.
"I... I'm a pet now, aren't I? This is really happening?"
He nodded. "Now you're starting to get it. My smart boy."
"It's just that... what Master is doing isn't recognized on my planet."
"Uh huh,"
"It's not allowed. You can't just..."
"Mmm hmm,"
"I mean, I have a home... a boyfriend..."
"Oh, really?"
"Well, more of a fuck-buddy, really, but still... hey, is Master even listening? Wait, why am I calling Master Master now?"
"Uh huh!" Master said, with an indulgent smile as he pushed a bowl of kibble toward me. It was then I realized that Master must have turned his translator off. He wasn't listening to me at all now!
"Such a talkative pet I have. We may have to do something about that," Master added to himself, making my stomach drop as I stared down at my kibble. I looked back up at him, dolefully.
"Kibble? Seriously?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, boy. You probably need some water to go with that. Here we go."
Master tilted his head and a little water fountain composed itself in front of me. It was low, so I would have to get on all fours to drink from it.
"Can't I at least get a glass?"
"You're very welcome, pet. Such a good boy. Now eat up, cutie. Then it's time for your nap. You've had a big day, Spot!"