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kitandfelix · 17 days

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Friendship, 1.

Kit and Felix. Felix and Kit. Inseparable. The two were fast friends, from the moment they met; despite their glaring differences and the unlikelihood of such a friendship, they were perfect for each other. Felix was Kit's closest friend, and Kit was Felix's most trusted companion. An unlikely friendship, the connection one in a million.

They spent many days together, ditching classes to hang out at the beach, calling in sick to work to watch their favourite T.V. shows together. Even when life pushed them apart, they stayed connected. There wasn't a day when they didn't text or call each other. Until there was.

One day, Kit didn't respond to Felix's calls or texts. Oh, well. Must be busy, Felix thought, although he was sad he didn't get to talk with his friend. He knew Kit would contact him the next day, probably with some silly excuse; Kit fancied himself a comedian and had the sass to boot. Except, Kit didn't. No reason, no explanation, because he hadn't contacted Felix at all. Another day of radio silence. By day four, Felix was worried. After the first week, he was terrified. He must've called almost a hundred times and left countless text messages. He'd contacted the police after a few days and did everything he could to help them find Kit but to no avail. Kit's house was ransacked, but there was nothing they could use to find him or his kidnapper, other than some bloodstains on the bedsheets, the DNA matching Kit. Still, Felix was determined to never give up hope. He told the police to contact him if they found any trace of his beloved Kit.

As weeks turned into months, then into a year, Felix lost hope of ever seeing his friend again. With the loss of his closest, dearest friend, Felix's mental health began to decline. After two years, he was on the verge of giving up entirely when he received a call. A call from a number he hadn't seen in a long time. Kit's local police station. They'd found him.

Felix couldn't believe his ears. Dumbfounded, overwhelmed with joy, shock, and disbelief, he sat there for a few minutes before realising he needed to get over there, fast.

Kit needed him.

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kitandfelix · 18 days

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The Beginning

Content: Conditioning, Explicit Dubcon, Shitty Caretaker, Pet Whump, Whumpee’s Recovery Progress is Damaged, Nudity, Conditioning is Taken Advantage Of

Felix sighed, frustrated. Work wasn't going his way; he was on the verge of losing his job, and he couldn't afford that. He had bills to pay, and, more importantly, he had to take care of Kit.

Poor Kit. They'd been friends, close friends, before he'd been kidnapped. When they'd found him, it was obvious that he'd been through horrible, horrible abuse. Now that Kit was free again, but with nowhere to go, no one else to turn to, and no help in sight, Felix took him in. It was challenging, at first; the torture had fractured Kit's mind, leaving him a grovelling mess, who'd thought of Felix as his master. Felix had almost enjoyed it, at first, before realising how fucked up that was. Slowly, and with caution, so as to avoid triggering him again, Felix managed to coax Kit, the real Kit, his closest friend, back to the surface.

He still had to tread lightly, of course. He didn't want to-

"Felix?" Kit called out, tentatively.

Felix shifted his body, turning toward Kit. "What's up, Kit?"

Kit stepped forward, hesitantly. "Are you-are you okay?"

Sighing again, Felix shook his head. "I'm fine, just stressed. Work's been rough. Real rough."

Kit slid onto the couch, sitting next to Felix. "I'm sorry, Felix. Do you want me to help?"

Felix frowned, looking over at Kit. Hesitantly, he said "...Sure. I need to relieve some stress. What've you got in m-"

Before Felix could even finish his sentence, Kit hopped off the couch and kneeled in front of Felix, hands deftly undoing his jeans' button and zipper before Felix even realised what he was doing. Panicked, if not aroused, Felix grabbed one of Kit's hands, shouting.

"Woah, woah! Kit, what the hell are you doing?"

Kit looked up, eyes wide, yet glazed over. "Felix, you said you wanted help relieving your stress. I'm helping you relieve stress."

Oh. Fuck. Felix realised his mistake, far too late. When he said he needed help with his stress, he didn't even consider Kit might take that as an order. He looked down at Kit, who's wide-eyed, pleading gaze stared back at him, almost as if he were begging Felix to let him do this.

"I-Ah, I didn't mean like-like that, Kit. I-" Felix trailed off, stammering. He hadn't meant for this. He didn't want Kit to fall back into his conditioning. But...

"Master, please?"

Oh. Master. That sounded good, when Kit said it. And the pleading. Oh, the pleading. How could he resist?

"O-okay, Kit. But," Felix swallowed, "just this once." Yeah. Just this once. He'd let this happen once. After all, how badly could it hurt Kit? Only one time.

Kit beamed up at him, before wriggling Felix's jeans around his hips and down his legs, dropping them around his ankles. As Kit pulled Felix's underwear off, he was visibly aroused, but not enough for what Kit wanted to do. Leaning forward, he wrapped one of his hands around Felix's partially erect cock, before sliding it into his mouth. As his tongue worked along Felix's hardening length, eliciting a quiet moan, Kit slipped his hands down to undo and pull off his own pants and underclothes. Felix's hand found Kit's head, tangling into his long, soft hair. Kit gagged softly as Felix pushed his head down, his now fully erect cock deep into Kit's throat as he shook his underwear off, before sliding it back out of his throat, strings of saliva webbed between his lips and the head. He smiled as he licked the tip, tasting Felix's precum.

Kit leaned back, away from Felix's glistening cock, and pulled his shirt off, before rising from where he kneeled, and straddled Felix. His nude body pressed against Felix's own, Kit smiled up at him, pressing a kiss into Felix's chest. Felix kissed his forehead, as Kit wiggled his hips, feeling the wetness of his own saliva as Felix's cock rubbed against him. As he raised his hips, he reached back and guided Felix's cock against his entrance, before lowering himself, slowly, taking part of it into himself. He moaned as his length was slowly pushed into him, gasping as Master's hands grabbed his ass, slowly lifting him up then easing him down, sliding Felix a bit further into him with each downward motion. His moans grew louder, as did Felix's grunts of pleasure, as Kit bounced up and down on Felix's cock.

"Oh, Master, yes!" Kit cried, as Felix slid himself further into Kit.

His own cock, small and hard, quivered as Felix pushed into him, precum leaking from the tip. Kit looped his arms around Master's neck, hands clasped behind his head, and he pulled himself closer to Master, face pressed into his chest. As the pleasure began to overwhelm him, Kit began to drool, his saliva staining Master's white shirt.

Suddenly, he cried out, back arching in overwhelming pleasure, as Felix's hands grabbed his hips and slammed Kit down onto his full length. He whimpered and moaned, strings of cum shooting out of his cock, covering Master's shirt. He cried out again as he felt Master's fingers dig into his hips and his hot, sticky seed pour into Kit's ass. He moaned and babbled wordlessly, slumped against Felix's chest, his mind blank with pleasure. Felix groaned as he came, pumping Kit with his seed. He felt Kit slump against his chest and wrapped his arms around him. Oh, God. That felt so good. He glanced down, seeing Kit, slumped against his chest, drooling.

He'd really need to wash this shirt, fast, or Kit's cum would stain it, but Felix wasn't worried about that. He was worried about whether he still meant that this would be a one-time thing. He wasn't sure anymore, not after experiencing just how good Kit felt. But Kit had seemed so happy riding his cock, so content lying here in his arms. If Kit really had fallen back into his conditioning, was that entirely a bad thing? He's just so happy, like this.

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