A Puppy for Sebastian - Closed Starter
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John Watson awoke naked, hogtied, and gagged in an unfamiliar apartment.
He looked around in a panic; he could wriggle slightly, but not move much. The floor beneath him was luxurious carpet; the cool air around his naked skin was a good temperature. The furniture was fine, best money could buy...and John could feel something on his ass. He squirmed, but it would not budge; it felt light and fluttering.
John couldn’t see it, but it was a piece of paper, taped to his arse, that said,
“Merry Christmas, Sebastian. I’m sorry we couldn’t be together this year, but I got you a nice little puppy for Christmas. Train him well, he’s yours.”
There was a collar around John’s neck with a tag hanging off of it that said Puppy John: Property of Sebastian Moran. John made a helpless, strangled noise as the door opened, still trying to undo the knots that bound him tightly, his cheeks flushing a deep red from his nakedness.Â












