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“Hello?” Caleb answered the phone warily. An unknown number calling was rarely good. Tax scams and pranksters abounded. He half expected a question about how fast his refrigerator was running or a giggling warning that his mom was on fire.

A woman’s voice came over the line. Tinny, like she was speaking through another device or the call was going through old wires with less signal density. But also musical, like every syllable had been assigned a note. It was like he was talking to an old timey wind up music box. “Am I speaking to Caleb, twenty-eight years old, brown hair, oldest of three children?” It was a technically correct description of him.

Never having been described in precisely those , it took him a moment to decide whether to agree that this was the case. “Um… yes. I suppose I am. What’s this about?”

There was a tinkle of laughter over the line. “We are interested in your demographic, and would like to show you the pilot episode of a television show and collect your responses. If you watch the show and complete the survey, we’ll send you some complimentary hair gel and you would be entered and may win something from the show.” Something about the wording seemed off to him.

Generally it was a good assumption that if a contest didn’t mention the odds of winning that you had a better chance of being struck by lightning. Further, if the prize wasn’t mentioned, it wasn’t worth mentioning. Ignoring the presumably ephemeral winnings, Caleb asked the really important question: “What kind of hair gel are we talking?” He wasn’t sure what the correct amount of hair product to be using was anymore. In the early naughties, which had been called the two thousands at the time, he had known that a man in his twenties should use enough hair gel to comply with motorcycle helmet laws, but he was a child at the time and that knowledge did him no good. Now that he could see the big three-oh in the middle distance, he was completely adrift. He blamed the collapse of MTV. In a world of Tubers and Tockers, it was very hard to know whether one’s hairstyle was fashionable or not.

“It’s a medium hold, long lasting gel that is used on the sets of movie and television productions.” The woman’s voice tinkled out of his phone, reminding him that he had actually asked a question out loud. She explained how to watch the show, which was that it was on one of the really high numbered stations that normally had home shopping from Dubai or just nothing at all. “When you’ve watched the show, we’ll call you back and get your responses. Then you can be entered.” He set the station number on his TV, and indeed the show was just beginning.

“Peach Valley County High” was the name of the show, at least if the title screen was to be believed. The opening song was a bit of meandering pop punk, electric guitars played spunkily but without malice. The words were lost on him, but various characters appeared across the screen, often seen from behind. Whether they were from the front or the back, Caleb couldn’t hazard a guess as to which, if any, of the characters were supposed to be students at the titular PVC High-School. All of the people displayed seemed to be very obviously between their mid twenties and their early thirties except one guy who was maybe in his early fifties. Intellectually he knew that actors who played teenagers in movies and television shows had mostly left their teenage years behind years ago, but the people in the credits didn’t seem to put any effort into pretending otherwise. The women and all but one of the men seemed attractive, but they were clearly adult women and men.

The show started, and it took a while for Caleb to determine that it was supposed to be taking place in a high-school. The actors dressed like college students or even like people who had graduated from university and ed the workforce. They didn’t talk about classes, or club activities, or the successes and failures of their sportsball teams, or even their hopes and fears for after high-school. Caleb was probably ten minutes into the show before anyone even mentioned something related to them nominally being in a school. What did come out of their mouths was mostly insults. And the laugh track loved insults.

“Because you’re a spaz?”

“You dress like all your taste is in your mouth!”

“Going out with him would be a cry for help!”

The laugh track responded to people saying mean things as if they were punchlines. It was obviously intended as a comedy, but many of the reders weren’t especially witty, but merely cruel. The cruelty was considered hilarious enough. And oddly, people didn’t seem to get that upset. Someone would say something sadistically insulting, the laugh track would have its giggles, and then the victim would at most make a funny face before everything carried on as if nothing had happened. But in addition to the attempts at verbal humor, there was also physical humor, at least of a rudimentary sort. People got stuff in the face. Mud, ink, milk, spaghetti sauce, all right in the face. But not all over the face, because every splash or slop to the face seemed to miraculously avoid rounds area all around both eyes. Almost exactly like they’d been wearing protective goggles when splashed and then the goggles were removed prior to being filmed in closeup. People also got touched on the butt.

Caleb was not unappreciative of seeing attractive women get touched on the butt. The contrivances for why various poles, pokers, and hands would find themselves nestled up into the rear ends of the actresses were fairly under written, but the real draw was obviously having the camera zooming in on the rear ends of sexy actresses. The reactions of the characters were fairly odd. Every time a woman got a hand on their ass for some reason or another, they spent the entire time with their eyes bulging and their mouths open. It was an expression of exaggerated shock, and maybe a deniable amount of arousal as well. It seemed like comedy from another era entirely, the kind of broad and goofy expressions that stage actresses would use to emote to the people in the back.

In any case, the laugh track found it hilarious. And after it was over, the women merely said something cutting and then everyone moved on as if no one had just been sexually harassed. It was all set up like a burlesque from generations ago. Was this what the kids wanted these days? They had said they wanted his opinion for his demographics, and no one from his generation had needed attractive women to pretend at surprise and offense while being fondled nor did they require the fondlers to pretend that everything was an innocent mistake while winking at the audience. That kind of ribaldry thrived under the omnipresent eye of explicit censorship regimes, and Caleb couldn’t even a time when actual pornography wasn’t available online.

What Caleb found most unnerving was the character in the show named Caleb. He was one of the of the main family, and seemed to be played by a man in his late twenties. A man who looked very much like Caleb himself, although with better skin and hair because he was an actor who had access to a makeup department. The on-screen Caleb character had two younger sisters who seemed to be in their mid twenties. They seemed to share classes with Caleb, so maybe they were supposed to be the same age, despite being “younger” sisters? They had a mother who was played by a smoking hot actress who couldn’t have been older than thirty-two. Only the dad broke the mold, as he was played by an aging comedian of dwindling social relevance. Caleb felt like he should recognize the actor playing the father, but couldn’t quite place him.

The scandalized excitement of the studio audience, or at least the canned facsimile thereof, had been provoked by a big open-mouthed kiss. What had brought on the kiss, Caleb wasn’t really sure. A man and a woman had been exchanging verbal barbs not unlike every other social interaction that had occurred so far in the show, but instead of having a laugh track play and then moving on, the man pulled her into a giant theatrical kiss. Then the woman melted into him and they started hungrily tongue dueling while the audience reacted with cheers. It made Caleb confused as to why the sounds for prurient thrills didn’t play when women were being butt-touched. Hurrahs and fainting salts were handed around for a kiss, but not for groping a woman’s ass. Even if in the context of the show the groping was supposed to be an ‘accident,’ it still seemed like the laugh track should be treating it as the sexier event than a slobbery kiss.

The end of the show came before Caleb had been expecting it, and then his phone rang again. “So, what did you think of Peach Valley County High?” The musical voice rang out from his phone’s speakers, although it still sounded like the voice’s owner was very far away.

It was of course the question that Caleb had spent the entire show trying to come up with an answer to. “Honestly, I don’t think this show is for me.” He said non-noncommittally. He didn’t much like it when someone criticized things that were simply aimed at other people. When someone complained about a kid’s show being too childish or a romcom being too sappy, he just wanted to slap them in the face. He was happy to let the kids watch stuff he’d outgrown, and reserved his fiercest barbs for things he actually liked. Which was mostly crime dramas. And here he was, being asked to be that guy, and it made him more uncomfortable than he had expected.

The musical voice had a musical laugh. “Oh, I highly doubt that. But what specifically did you have issue with in the show?” When neither of them were talking, the line had a faint ’kssssh’ sound. It was familiar to Caleb, but he hadn’t heard it in a phone connection for a long time.

Cornered, he attempted to justify his opinion with specific examples. “Well, it seems like there are a lot of continuity errors. Characters will be wearing different clothes and be totally unaffected by events that seemingly just happened. Like, obviously I know that scenes aren’t filmed in the order they appear in the show. But it makes it weirdly obvious when characters have ink vanish from their faces or change shirt colors within a school day.” He thought about it some more. “And what’s up with Caleb’s family? Like, how old are they supposed to be? His sisters look like they’re as old as mine are, and my youngest sister hasn’t been in high-school for six years. And his mom seems like she’s thirty, but she has three kids who all look like they are in their twenties.” None of the characters had mentioned her being a step-mom, and Caleb literally could not think of another explanation.

“The characters are old enough.” The voice said it enigmatically, but with a subtle hint that the mouth speaking the words was smirking while saying so. “So, would you say that you would prefer it if Peach Valley County High seemed more real to you?” The voice stressed the hypothetical more than was probably necessary.

“Huh. Yeah, if you could do that, I think I would.” He could almost hear the smile on the other end of the phone connection.

WIPE

Caleb heard the laugh track, the sounds came from a direction he had difficulty imagining. He had lost his phone and his apartment, but he had also found himself standing in a classroom. The classroom was huge, and the number of desks was small. Like a set… for a TV show… fuck. There were other people in the room, and they seemed vaguely familiar. Like he’d seen them on TV, maybe even exactly like that. Because he had just seen them on TV. In Peach Valley County High. He looked all over the place, and while he got no answers, he did get more questions. When he moved his head quickly, he could see into another room out of the corner of his eye. The other room was dark, and there were people in chairs. People who were watching. He couldn’t see them in much detail, because they were visible only for a flash and only out of his peripheral vision, but they were there. They were watching.

“Caleb,” a man in his late twenties called out to him. He had perfectly combed hair and wore khakis and a polo shirt, “your head is spinning like a lawn mower. Did someone replace the motor in your neck?” Caleb looked at the man, was his name Charles? And how did he know his name was Caleb?

He spun around again, fast enough to see the audience in motion. To catch them in the act. They were laughing. More than a dozen of them, all laughing. All making the sounds that he heard every time. The laugh track was people, and those people were right there, but in a direction that he could see but never face. He figured that he probably looked like an insane person swinging his head around, but he didn’t know what else to do. A bell rang, and the other people started making their way to desks. Caleb had no idea which desk was supposed to be his, so he waited for other people to claim desks before he sat down. Someone said something to him, but he wasn’t paying attention.

Whipping his head around, he confirmed that the audience was laughing again. The laugh track sounded identical, but the chuckles and guffaws of the people watching him seemed to be visually different. He didn’t know what that meant. On the other hand, the laugh track had gone off after someone had said something to him. Which meant that the thing that was said to him was probably insulting. He rolled his eyes and ignored it, which seemed to fit the PVC High experience. The other people seemed to think that was expected behavior.

The teacher came in, and she was a knockout. Long brown hair, a ridiculously slinky pencil skirt, and horn rim glasses that were obviously a stylish accessory more than a vision aid. When she walked in her four-inch heels, her tight calves, firm thighs, and grabbable butt sashayed with every step. The skirt was pulled tight against her rear, and left little to the imagination as to the tanga underwear that was contained within. Her white blouse was buttoned up all the way, but it was sheer enough that her black bra could be inferred right through the light fabric. A modest blouse only in the technical sense. She looked to be about his age, or maybe a little younger. The overall appearance was that of a woman wearing a sexy teacher costume, which was probably exactly what she was. Everyone seemed to know her, and it was quite a while into class before he was able to nail down that her name in this scenario was Miss Fox.

While he was trying to wrap his mind around the teacher, one of the women in class turned to him and taunted. “Whatcha staring at, Caleb? Afraid she’s gonna call on you again?” It broke him out of his reverie, but he also did not understand the context of what had been asked. He thought it was nonsense, only the tone conveying the intended sarcasm and disdain. The omnipresent yet mostly invisible audience did not agree, and found it hilarious.

The class itself was utter insanity, like if textbooks had been sent through a meat grinder and then reconstituted. Facts were blurted out about math, physics, computer science, chemistry, and geography. Caleb struggled to wrap his mind around what the subject of the class was, and he came up blank. As far as he could tell, he was in the class that one goes to when having a nightmare about being back in school. He hoped that didn’t mean he was about to take a test he hadn’t studied for or have to go up in front of the class naked, those were the parts of those dreams he hated the most. But while the scenario was dreamlike, everything felt physically real. He carefully brought his arm up to his face and touched his red sleeve to his tongue. It tasted real, and Caleb couldn’t a single dream he’d ever had where he had a sense of taste.

“Well, someone can’t wait for lunch!”

The woman who had taunted him for tasting his sleeve simply turned back to the front of the class. None of the people in the room had so much as cracked a smile at the mockery. The people in the audience, the ones who were safely out of reach, had given the same cruel chortling they always did, but the people who Caleb could face had nothing to add. The insult simply went out into the world, and only the laugh track acknowledged that it had happened at all.

Caleb needed to figure out what was going on. He needed to get out, get back to his life. He had work on… what time was it? It had been the evening of Tuesday when he was shown the episode of PVC High, what was the time and date now? If classes were going on, did that mean that it was already Wednesday? Was he missing work for this? With his phone missing, he wondered if he was getting angry phone calls from his work. Well, he obviously wasn’t getting any phone calls from work, but like, he wondered if they were trying to reach him. Or if anyone else was. Last he knew it was a work day, so no one except people at his job were likely to notice his absence for several days. It was a depressing thought, he’d been kidnapped into a voyeuristic and underwritten sitcom, and the only people who were going to miss him were people who wanted to exploit his ability to file paperwork. No, if he was going to get out of his predicament, he was going to need to figure out his own escape.

“Caleb?” The teacher’s voice cut through his introspection. “Perhaps you’d like to solve this on the board?” She waved to a chalkboard. As he walked up to the front of the class, that anachronism bothered him most of all. What schools used chalkboards rather than white boards or tablets? It was like he was walking into the twentieth century.

When he got up close, he was struck by the resemblance that Miss Fox had to a woman who worked in his office. Her name was… Dana? Something like that, she wasn’t a woman that he had much to do with. She had a cubicle quite far from Caleb’s, and she always jetted out the moment lunch started. He didn’t know where she went for food, but she definitely wasn’t brown bagging it like Caleb. He wasn’t sure why he’d thought of that woman at all, because while he saw her every day, he did not know her at all. Dana, or whatever her name really was, might as well have been a woman on a billboard. He doubted that she knew his name either.

The problem on the board wasn’t especially difficult, but there were a lot of steps. He’d be there for a while. So many conditional statements that had to be negated one after another. As he turned to take it all in, his left hand brushed against the teacher. She gasped. Her eyes and mouth opened in surprise. But she didn’t do anything. He looked down and confirmed that his hand really was up against Miss Fox’s butt. It absolutely was, and the mysterious trope of women simply accepting their butts being touched from the show was playing out right before his eyes. He wondered how long that could go on, whether there were any real limits. Just by stopping to think about it, he’d already taken more time with butt touching than anyone had in the show. Deciding to push his luck, he flexed his hand and really gave the teacher’s butt a squeeze. There was no way she could rationalize that away, he had absolutely squeezed her tight rear end. A sigh escaped her mouth, and her bulging eyes looked toward him. It was a difficult expression to read, a mixture of surprise and fear, but also definitely arousal as well.

Emboldened, Caleb started running his fingers up and down her ass crack. At first, her muscular cheeks clamped together, making an almost flat wall against his invading digits. But with a few more circuits of her intergluteal fissure, she unclenched and pushed her rear backward into his probing hand. Soon she was giving out slight moans as he pushed into her skirt and panties all the way to her hole. Caleb smiled, and with his other hand, he unzipped her skirt and then untied her panties, as both fastenings were on the side of her hip. There was a bit of hand over hand action as he peeled down the clothing without ever leaving her buttocks bereft of a controlling hand. She had tan lines demarcating just a tiny triangle over her back end. Once her ass was unveiled, Caleb leaned over to inspect her hole. It was tight and clean, winking at him invitingly as his finger traced the muscular rim.

He looked back, and the people in desks seemed to be utterly indifferent to the fact that he was openly tickling the teacher’s sphincter. He looked up, and Miss Fox had opened her glute gates to give him as much access as he chose to take advantage of. Unsure of how far to take things, Caleb settled on very far. He spit on her asshole, and using his saliva as a lubricant, he pushed a finger in. “Oooooh!” escaped Miss Fox’s mouth and her muscles alternately squeezed and relaxed around his finger while her hips began small thrustings to push his finger deeper inside her. Caleb began fingering her asshole in earnest, pushing it in and out. He noted idly that his finger seemed to be coming out clean, as if the teacher had prepared her rectum very well for precisely such a violation. That emboldened him even more. He spat on his fingers and soon he was pistoning into her chocolate starfish with index and middle fingers together. “Unh! Unh! Unh!” Her upper body collapsed against the chalkboard and she pushed her lower body backwards as she grunted with each push up her butt.

Despite the fact that she had not truly reacted, or at least completed a reaction to his invasion of her personal space, Miss Fox had made it clear that she was approaching an orgasm. When it came, she came with a low moan that sounded both defeated and relieved. Her pussy, though it had remained untouched during the entire process, leaked womanly fluids. Though he had just fingered an asshole to completion, the odor that assaulted his nose was the fresh smell of juicy pussy. He wanted to taste it, but worried that he hadn’t seen anything in the show that would lead him to believe that was allowed. He pulled his fingers free from her conquered rectum, and the teacher slid to her knees with a satisfied “Oooooh…” Her still uncovered asshole twitched and her whole rear end swayed seductively.

A sassy voice broke through. “Well, it looks like even Miss Fox has things she finds more interesting than this class.” Caleb looked up and saw it was one of the women from class, though she made no further indication that anything inappropriate had happened.

A quick turn of the head revealed that the audience was laughing. Were they aroused? Offended? Or merely amused? Caleb couldn’t tell.

WIPE

Caleb found himself sitting at a table. A picnic table. No, a cafeteria table. He looked down and between his green sleeved arms was a plate of spaghetti. Someone was talking to him. “Muh man, I thought Miss Fox was ready to submit to you foh shoh!” It was… Tyrone? As a stereotypical black friend, he hadn’t made a huge impression on Caleb while watching the show. “You had her on the ground, man! She was ready to be your winnings, muh man!” The man, Tyrone he supposed, was grinning and pointing finger guns at him. If he wasn’t affecting the ridiculous Hollywood blackcent, he’d maybe for one of his sister’s friends. Caleb thought that guy was named Chris, but he hadn’t previously cared enough to be certain about that.

Something about that description piqued Caleb’s interest. It reminded him of… hair gel. “No way.” It was the guy who was probably Charles speaking. Now dressed in a cream colored dress shirt, he leaned in conspiratorially. “Caleb’s looking to go to the dance with Sarah Chong.” He chuckled. “Give it up, Sarah thinks the dirt on her shoes looks down on you.”

Nothing made sense in the traditional way, but it kind of sounded like he was being presented with a goal. He thought completing the goal might get him home. Not because there was any normal logic that ed that, but because it seemed like the kind of thing that would complete a story on TV. And being that he seemed to be inside a television show, narrative logic was probably more relevant than deductive logic. “So you’re saying that if I went to the dance with Sarah Chong, I’d ’win.’” He made finger quotes that were literal rather than implied.

“Foh shizzle, muh man!” Tyrone smiled broadly and gave two thumbs way up. “Bringing Sarah Chong to the dance and leaving with her would be a great way to win! She’s cherry pie!” While he didn’t think that slang worked that way, Caleb was encouraged that whatever strange dialog generation engine the people around him were using seemed to confirm that there was a potentially achievable goal. He needed to bring someone to the dance and also leave with her. That last part wouldn’t normally be a huge caveat, but he assumed there would be some kind of drama or event at the dance itself that might get him ditched by his date.

Charles shook his head. “You can’t win that way. Sarah Chong isn’t going as your date. And if she did go, she wouldn’t leave with you. She has options. I mean, have you looked at yourself? You look like a twenty-eight year old office worker.” Caleb hadn’t looked at himself, but that was certainly what he’d looked like before.

Right. Someone had said something insulting, so the audience was laughing. Of course they were. “Well if it’s going to be hard,” Caleb mused, “I guess I’d better start now. Do you know where Sarah’s at?” He couldn’t if Sarah Chong even featured in the pilot he had watched. His only clue was that she was named Chong, and he could probably exclude most of the blonds.

“If you think you’re up for it,” Charles spoke with a smirk, “she’s right over there.” He waived his hand toward a table where a group of cheerleaders were sitting, all in their shiny peach-colored outfits. It was a uniform that implied that perhaps PVC High wasn’t just an acronym. “But be prepared to fail. She thinks Caleb is a kind of salad green.”

Leaving his spaghetti behind, Caleb approached the cheerleaders’ table. Six women, all wearing mini skirts and crop tops made of peach-colored stretch vinyl. They all appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, which actually served to make the outfit weirder and more fetishistic. The women were a grab bag of hair colors and skin tones, and he was reasonably sure that the only Asian woman among them was Sarah Chong. “Um… Sarah? I was wondering if you’d go to the dance. With me. As my date.” His request was received with snorts of laughter from several of the women. He had not sounded very confident, which they might have taken for him being full of trepidation as he was overawed by the attractive women, but the truth was he just found the whole situation deeply surreal and was having trouble getting into character.

One cheerleader, a blond woman who looked to have had a few children and was in her hot mom stage, chose to speak for the team. She had fantastic breasts, being in that period where the boobs had been blessed with growth from childbirth and had not yet lost the war with gravity. Caleb could well imagine all the heads she would turn taking her children to the playground, but he was being asked to imagine her as a high-school cheerleader, and that was really difficult. “Caleb, why don’t you go back to your loser friends and accept that you aren’t going to win. Sarah can do better than you. In fact, she already has.” The blond woman smirked triumphantly.

A woman with shoulder length wavy brown hair responded to her, not to Caleb. She seemed like someone who’d be in graduate school, though whether she was working on an MFA or a PhD, Caleb couldn’t guess. Here, she was dressed in cheerleader fetish-wear and everyone except Caleb seemed to think that was normal. “Wait, Ellen? Sarah doesn’t have a boyfriend, does she?” Internally, Caleb could see the punchline coming and rolled his eyes.

“No,” the blond woman, whose name was apparently Ellen, replied, “Sarah currently has no date. Which is better than Caleb, obviously.” He thought she dragged out the delivery of that joke too long.

He shrugged. “So Sarah, if you got no one, you could go with me.” His big problem with this interaction was that he didn’t actually know or care about Sarah Chong, and he thought she probably wasn’t a real person. But without even knowing her fictional backstory, or why the Caleb of Peach Valley County was supposed to want her specifically, he was kind of coming up blank on why she should be his date for the dance. He didn’t even know what the dance was called.

Sarah Chong rose to her full height of five foot eight. She put her hand horizontally in front of her face. “To date me, you need to be here. Now below that,” she started lowering her hand, “there’s the entire Great Wall of China, then there’s literally nobody, then there’s you!” At that point, her hand had reached its lowest point, and the gesture was discontinued. She looked enough like Nancy Kim from human resources at his job that he was pretty sure the actual woman in front of him was Korean, but for whatever reason she had been cast as Chinese.

“Literally nobody?” Caleb knew he was coming in for an uphill battle, but that seemed pretty harsh. “What would you do if I was the last man and you were the last woman?”

“Then mankind would end with us.” She said it with a sadistic gleam in her eye.

Having apparently nothing to lose, Caleb decided to escalate things to the level of the insanity that seemed to surround him. “What if I gave you an orgasm in front of your friends and we shared a deep, open-mouthed kiss? Would you go to the dance with me as my date?” It was the kind of question that the real Nancy Kim would simply get him fired over. It was obvious sexual harassment, and the kind of ham handed hollering that had no chance of working in the real world.

But then… he didn’t seem to be in the real world. “If you made me cum and kiss your mouth,” she said with a confident sassiness, “I’d go to the dance with you as your pet!”

She started to turn around. Not a twirl that would lift her skirt and show her panties, just a dismissive turn to show that she no longer needed to pay Caleb any mind at all. But Caleb knew that the odd properties of butt-touching in this show worked through clothes. When her back was to him, and before she’d sat down, Caleb just grabbed her butt. The vinyl skirt conformed to the shape of her tight ass very well, and as soon as his fingers wrapped around her heart-shaped cleft, she froze up like someone had removed her batteries.

With his hand still holding her in the restraining grip, he leaned in so that his head was on Sarah’s shoulders. “I don’t know if you can hear me,” he whispered, “and I don’t know if you can understand. But I’m pretty sure I can’t go home unless I take you to the dance. And if that means taking you as a pet, then so be it.” He gave her strong butt-meat a gentle but blatant squeeze. “So I’m going to stimulate your asshole until you cum. Right in front of your friends. I’m going to stretch your hole with my fingers, and then I’m going to stretch it with my cock. And you’re going to cum.” His hand traced the contours of her butt crack with ever greater insistence. “When we’re at the dance together, I’m going to leave with you. I think you’re going to be my winnings.” The last statement caused Sarah to shiver, the vibrations going all the way to her butt.

Caleb then went to work. He squoze her butt like a market stall fruit, and he began the hand over hand process of revealing her ass to the outside world without ever leaving her butt untouched. The vinyl skirt was flipped up, and the peach-colored bloomers were revealed. With her East Asian skin tone, it almost looked like she was naked under the skirt. And then with a few hand switches and tugs, she actually was. When the bloomers started sliding down her thighs, he had his right hand on her cheek while his left hand was still on her retreating waistband. His left hand thus freed, he gave Sarah a spank on the other cheek. Smack! “huh” She grunted out an exhalation of surprise, even as her rump gave a slight jiggle under Caleb’s palm. Smack! “huh” She grunted again when another light swat came her way. Caleb noticed the very slight blush on her left butt cheek and decided to move on rather than risk giving her bruises or real pain. He put his index and middle finger into Sarah’s open mouth and fishhooked her while savoring her backside with his other hand. When he withdrew his fingers from her mouth and moved his wettened pointer finger to point directly between her juicy double into the eye of the storm, Sarah let loose a nasal whine of resignation. “Nnnnngh.”

He gave her a kiss on the neck. “I am sorry that I have to do this to you,” he said, as his finger sank to the first and then second knuckle into the wormhole, “hopefully you’ll enjoy it, at least by the time I’m done. You are gorgeous, and I won’t say that fucking you up your ass won’t give me pleasure. I wish I’d had the chance to sodomize you in a way that wouldn’t make me feel guilty.”

The sudden intrusion of the audience’s laughter startled him and made him lose his grip on the miscellaneously Asian beauty. Fortunately, his finger was all the way up her grasping hole. He was able to slap his other hand back onto her rumpus without completely losing tuckus continuity. He rubbed her like a genie was going to come out while he tried to wrap his head around the outburst of guffaws from the ever-present voyeurs. He couldn’t think of what the joke was even supposed to be, so he decided to go to work harder on preparing her asshole for the main event. “Oooooh!” She groaned, as her sphincter went from accommodating one finger to itting two.

There was a subtle shift of Sarah’s body. Still frozen in an expression of alarm, there was an undeniable thirstiness to her demeanor, and the muscles of her asshole began to grip his fingers rather than push against them. Smiling in anticipated triumph, Caleb turned to the cafeteria table. The remaining cheerleaders were watching his escapades with minimal interest. It was like they were watching television after a hard day’s work rather than that they were watching a friend and team member get prepped as a hot dog bun. “Excuse me,” he said to the ambivalent onlookers, “do any of you ladies have some hand cream or vaseline? I’m going to ram my cock into Sarah Chong’s compliant asshole, and I don’t want to tear her.” It was a completely insane thing to say, but he also didn’t think he was going to get the kind of lubrication he needed with saliva alone.

The blond MILF cheerleader that had been named as Ellen simply shrugged. “If you fuck her hard enough, you could lubricate with blood.” Her expression implied that she was dead serious and possibly even trying to be helpful. Sarah’s anus clenched at the suggestion.

Caleb was so horrified that his fingering ground to a halt. He hadn’t quite formulated a response when one of the other women offered up some hand cream from her purse. He then had a bit of a juggling act to make sure he did not at any time leave Sarah with no hand on or in her butt while he put cream into her crack and especially into her volcanic vent and the fingers that were actually going on the journey to the center of the Earth. It was harder than it looked, as he prioritized making sure the strange magic of the butt touching didn’t end, and he ended up with globs of hand cream running down her thigh and plopping onto the floor. Then it was time to undo his belt and pants with a creamy hand, which got goo all over the front of his khakis. If he wasn’t reasonably sure that he’d have different pants on the very next scene, he’d be pretty worried about that.

When he let the dogs out, his cock bounded into the open. Seeing the naked ass of the woman who looked like a hotter version of Nancy from HR creamed up and stretched out to receive every inch of him was a massive turn-on, and his pants had begun to feel like a prison. It was a relief to free his willy, but he longed to stuff it into something even more confining. One hand steadied his rod from the base while the other hand squoze her cheek in a way that pulled the crack open enough for him to see her eye of terror. He put his cockhead right up against her anal ring and started pushing forward. “Ahhhhhhh.” She groaned as her last muscles surrendered the first line of defense. At first his advance was slow like trench warfare, but once he sunk himself a hand’s breadth into her rectum he was able to move more freely in the conquered territory. He used his hands to steady her at the edge of what could be called hips or buttocks, and began to really fuck her back hole in earnest. His cock pistoned in and out with greater speed and greater force. “Ah! Ah! Aaaaaah!” Sarah’s cry of defeat came with a juicing of her pussy and a clenching of her asshole: she had cummed. Her legs shivered and she pushed her backside onto his impaling member, her body at odds with itself as to whether it wished to be more thoroughly sodomized or collapse in a post-orgasmic haze.

Capitalizing on her indecision, Caleb pushed a creamy hand against the side of her face and turned her toward him. His fuck stick still stuck in her exit-only, he brought his mouth to hers. Twisted as she was, her mouth was barely reachable over her shoulder. She wasn’t an owl, but by leaning over her he managed to secure a kiss. His mouth locked with hers hungrily, possessively. He kissed her with a ion to dominate and she she kissed him back with a ion to submit.

The unseen audience whooped in scandalized excitement. He’d literally been jackhammering her balls-deep in her asshole and they had remained silent, but a kiss earned gasps and cheers. The woman identified as Ellen looked on with a disapproving expression. “Well, I must say I’m disappointed in how easily you became his sex pet, Sarah. I’ll get a collar for you.” She got up and headed for the doors.

She wasn’t gone three seconds when she came back into the cafeteria with a white and pink leather collar. Practically, it must have been right outside the door. She wrapped it around Sarah’s neck, and when the buckle was fastened, Sarah came again.

Caleb leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I’m going to cum on your face, Sarah.” He pulled his striving cock out of her ass with a schlorp, and she was relieved to sink to her knees. Caleb was already nearly at the point of no return, and it took only a few moments of enthusiastic hand pumping to bring him over. His white sauce sprayed out over Sarah’s face. Some of it actually went over her face and landed on the vinyl skirt of Emma who was still standing nearby. The blond woman didn’t react to that at all. Most of his jizz frosted Sarah’s black hair or ivory colored skin. He noticed that none of his sailors had rowed into two round areas around each of her almond-shaped eyes. She had looked up directly at him the entire time, fearless that she was going to get an eyeful of spunk, and the strange physics of PVC High had vindicated her.

He patted her on her cum-drizzled head, and she smiled up at him. “I guess you’re my owner now.” She said, seemingly quite pleased with that development.

WIPE

“Caleb got himself a sex pet!” A woman’s voice was speaking, it sounded like if a talented actress was attempting to imitate the speech mannerisms of his youngest sister. He was sitting again, and he was at a table. A dining room table. There was spaghetti on a plate in front of him. There were four other people at the table, three attractive women and a nebbishy older man. The woman who was talking was blond, and looked like his sister might look if she slept regularly, got professional makeup, and hit the gym every day instead of twice a week. She wore her hair in a pony tail, which Caleb didn’t think his real sister did. “Can you believe it? My brother got a sex pet!” She identified as his sister, which was disorienting. The woman was like his sister, but also prettier than he ed her being, with larger breasts, and just definitely more athletic. It also raised questions in his mind of how old they were all supposed to be. His actual sisters were twenty-six and twenty-four years old, meaning that while he had gone to high-school with his younger sister, he’d never gone to high-school with his youngest. Cynthia had become a high-school freshman the year he’d become a college freshman. In the show, both sisters attended the same high-school as the in-show Caleb, and were even in some of the same classes, like they were all having their senior years at the same time. There were attractive women named Cynthia and Olivia at the table, they called him brother, and he didn’t know them.

The older man pointed a fork at him. “Having a pet is a big responsibility. They need food. They can’t just drink semen all day.” With just two plates of spaghetti between Caleb and the man, he looked incredibly familiar, but the context of his recognition eluded him.

The third woman at the table had thoughts. “I’m glad you’re able to dominate someone, son. Who is she? It’s not one of your sisters’ friends, is it?” While he found the doppelgangers of Cynthia and Olivia to be disturbing, it was the woman who was calling him ‘son’ that he had the hardest time accepting. She had long brown hair, and that was about where the similarities to his actual mother ended. As his mother was fond of reminding him, she’d been his age when she had him, which made her literally twice his age. And while she looked fine for someone in their mid fifties, the woman at the table with her own plate of spaghetti looked like an actress playing a MILF. She looked barely older than he was, and her Double-D sweater puppies positively strained against her green turtleneck. “Just because your sisters bring their friends over, doesn’t mean that you should keep them locked up until they submit to you as sex pets.”

“Um… sure… Mom. I’ll keep that in mind.” She stared at him expectantly. She was wearing makeup like she was going to a fancy party, but even so he could tell that she wasn’t having to cover a lot of wrinkles. He estimated her age at thirty years even. She kept staring at him with her big green eyes, and he realized that she actually wanted him to answer her original question. “Sarah. Sarah Chong. She’s the one that I’m bringing to the dance as my pet. Then I’m going to bring her home on a leash.” He shrugged. While it was a completely insane thing to say, it seemed like that was literally how it worked.

Olivia, the middle sister, wasn’t inclined to believe him. “No way! Sarah Chong is too hot and too popular to give up and become a sex pet. Especially to someone like you!” She folded her arms in a way that just highlighted how much better a rack she had than the Olivia he was familiar with. “No offense, but you’re no lion tamer, and she’s no tame kitten. I can’t imagine you taking her as your winnings.” The actress playing his sister might have a prettier face and a better complexion than the genuine article, but she had absolutely nailed the genuine article’s total lack of faith in him.

Struggling for a family-appropriate answer, he gave up. Reasoning that nothing made sense and people seemed fine with him having put a collar onto one of his classmates, he decided to go whole hog. “I fucked her asshole until she came, and she let me put a collar on her neck.”

All three women gasped. His mother was the first to speak. “So you really made her your sex pet? You’re going to take her to the dance?” Her tits wobbled in her turtleneck, she obviously wasn’t wearing a sports bra. Her expression was interested, but also excited, like the sexual nature of the discussion was something that turned her on. It made it much harder to that the people around him expected him to call her ‘mom.’

“Um… yeah, that’s the plan.” Caleb tried to get the conversation away from him having to explain himself. Everything was too strange, and he needed more information. “How about Olivia and Cynthia? Is anyone taking you to the dance?”

Both women blushed. “Nuh, no,” itted Cynthia, “there are guys that want to take me, but none that I want to go home with.” She twirled her spaghetti nervously. “I think I’ll have to submit to an offer soon.” He played back what she had said in his mind, her strange choice of wording resonating as a clue. Though a clue to what, he could not fathom.

Olivia put her hands under her breasts and jiggled them. They were easily C+, and the plus was for shape and perkiness. Quite different from the ignorable Bs that Caleb ed on his real world sister. “Everyone wants a piece of these! I’m holding out for a better offer. I’m not going to submit right away.” She smirked. “Someone’s going to take me to the dance, but they’re gonna need to make me submit to their offer. I’m in demand.”

Their mother looked disappointed. “Oh honey, women who flaunt their tits are going to get taken to the dance as sex pets.” Such an onition would probably have been more effective if her own massive mountains hadn’t been boinging around while she was saying it. “If your tits catch everyone’s eye, someone like your brother is going to put a collar around your neck.” He breath had become ragged, her pupils dilated.

Olivia put her hand on Caleb’s bare forearm. The action reminded him that the hand in question had just been groping her own boobs for effect. “There’s no way Caleb’s going to collar me as a sex pet. He might have found a way to trick Sarah Chong into accepting him as her owner in total public submission, but I have standards. The guy who takes me to the dance is going to be a great kisser. Someone who sweeps me off my feet.” Her hand was still on his arm, and it felt like it was warming up.

The older man at the table pointed his fork at Olivia. “Just so he doesn’t sweep you off your feet and put a leash on you. I’ve seen the way you dress, you’re practically begging to be made into a sex pet.”

Cynthia was more ive of their sister. “Olivia has been really strong. A bunch of guys have tried to get her to submit to them, and she hasn’t budged at all. They all want to grab her tits, to suck on them, to take her to the dance by her nipples. And none of them have gotten her to go to the dance with them. Not even when they torment her breasts in PE.” Their mother’s nipples became visibly, pointedly erect during the declaration. She gazed hungrily at her daughter’s breasts, nearly licking her lips.

Smiling magnanimously, Caleb put his hand over Olivia’s, trapping it against his arm. “Don’t worry, sister dear. If you can’t find anyone good enough to take you to the dance, I’ll take you to the dance.” He looked into her eyes, seeing her suddenly alarmed expression. “And I’ll leave the dance with you as well.”

She responded with a surprised intake of breath. “You can’t be serious. I can’t go to the dance as my brother’s date.” He could tell she had begun to think of the other option. Her nipples had become as engorged as their mother’s.

WIPE

Bam! Bam! Bam! Olivia hammered on the door to the bathroom. She wasn’t dressed, so much as draped in a towel. A giant fluffy one that had seemingly been tied so securely as to act as a sleeveless evening gown. Certainly, she was able to pound on the bathroom door without dislodging her wrapping. “Get out of the shower, Cyn! I don’t care how filthy you are, the rest of us need to use the bathroom!” She was standing in the hallway of their ambiguously large house, and Caleb was in the hallway with her.

It raised a question, however. Did Caleb need to use the bathroom? He hadn’t since he’d been entered into the show. Every scene wipe left him clean. Food had been provided, but he hadn’t even eaten any of it. And that seemed fine too. He’d put his finger into two women’s assholes, and both of them had been cleaner than he could easily explain. He had a strong suspicion that he genuinely did not need the bathroom. He looked at himself, and he seemed pretty clean, though he was also dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped as a kilt. It seemed like he had a bit more muscular definition in his abs than he ed. Probably a bit more in the arms as well. He still felt like himself, but he looked like he’d been doing some serious training in the missing time between scenes.

There wasn’t a lot that Caleb could do when he was clothed only in a towel. He didn’t think he’d have clothes until he got to a new scene, so he needed to figure out how to get out of the one he was in. He opened the door and walked into the bathroom, leaving a shocked and sputtering Olivia behind him. He felt slightly disoriented when he walked through the doorway, and he noticed that his towel was suddenly tied differently. Cynthia, or at least the show’s version of Cynthia, was naked in the shower, but he was initially more interested in the mirror. For the first time, he saw himself as others in this situation saw him. He looked like the Caleb on TV, which now that he really looked closely, he appreciated how much like himself that was. He had more hair gel than he normally used, and his skin was a bit more tanned. All in all, he looked like he imagined he would look if he was able to eat better and work out more. And use more hair gel. It raised another question, of why his hair was gelled up before he got in the shower, but such questions were very far down the list of what he needed to ask if he ever met a deity willing to explain things.

“What are you doing in here?!” Cynthia shouted, “I’m taking a shower!”

Reluctantly, he turned from his self reflection towards the blond woman identified as his sister. He hadn’t seen his real world sister naked in over a decade, so he wasn’t entirely sure what the comparison was. But he certainly got the impression that the woman in front of him was more attractive. She had rounder boobs and tighter abs than he imagined that the Cynthia he was familiar with might have. She shaved her cunt, and he actually wasn’t sure if he’d ever given a thought to how much pubic hair the OG Cynthia retained. “You need to get out of the shower, you’ve been in there for…” he trailed off, realizing that he actually had no idea how long his sister had been hogging the shower. The scene had begun with Olivia having already lost her patience. With Caleb and Olivia both having already converged on the bathroom in their towel origami clothing. It implied that quite some time had ed, but it didn’t provide any real proof to that effect. “…for a long time.” He concluded lamely.

She stuck her tongue out at him. “I’ll shower for as long as I want. You don’t own me Caleb, I can do what I like!” She did a little sassy dance in the water, and Caleb was forced to confront the fact that there was a wet and naked beautiful woman doing a little dance in front of him. A dance that made her boobs jiggle. A dance that made rivulets of water cascade down her flat belly and well-defined hips. His dick was coming up, and he allowed his towel to fall down. Her eyes bulged even as his cock bulged as well. He stepped into the shower stall with her. “What are you doing!? Get out of my ungh!” She had twisted, presenting her side toward him. But while her hip cock-blocked him in the literal sense, it did nothing to stop his hand from snaking out and grabbing her rear end. It was a satisfying handful of bubble butt, and grabbing it caused the now familiar reaction of forcing her to make a strangled noise and then freeze up with an expression that was both surprised and aroused.

He squeezed her slippery butt and brought the other hand up to squeeze a slippery boob. They really were fantastic boobs, much firmer and juicier than what he would have imagined lay beneath his sister’s shirt. He might have expected the resulting increase in breast size to have been the result of breast implants, but he saw no scars and couldn’t feel any evidence of internal foreign bodies no matter how aggressively he mauled them. And he found himself mauling them quite aggressively indeed. Her breath became a ragged panting as his fingers crept deeper into her crack and his manipulation of her tit-flesh became more playful.

“Cynthia?” He spoke softly into her ear. “I’m going to put my dick in your ass. Let’s see if you like it as much as Sarah did.” She let out an aggrieved whine as he pushed her boobs-first into the wall of the shower stall. Then he poured out some coconut-citrus conditioner and started really squelching up her ass crack and his own shaft. He pulled her butt cheeks apart with both hands and then wiggled first one then both conditioner laden thumbs into her anal ring. Teasing, then fighting against her instinct to clench. His cock thwapped her in her open crack and Cynthia let out a defeated groan. When he moved his right hand from her butt to his cock, her firm cheek snapped back into place almost instantly. He lined his mushroom head up with her starfish and began pressing it into the opening he was creating.

“Aaaaaah!” Cynthia cried out in agony and ecstasy as her rear conformed to the shape of the invading flesh. He advanced slowly, and her cries settled to whimpers of surrender. Once her bowels had received a few inches of his manhood, he was able to move his hand from his shaft back to her butt. With both cheeks in the palms of his hands, he was able to pull them apart and really ream her with powerful thrusts into her rectum. “Ah! Ugh! Huh!” The sodomized blond grunted with exertion and abandon as her back end was conquered. Soon she lost strength in her legs, and found herself held up by the friction of her chest against the wall and her brother’s strength holding up her butt to a fuckable height. It wasn’t long after that when her whole body went rigid. “Aaaaaaah!” She screamed out a blissful surrender as she came. Her eyes rolled up, and her muscles gave up fighting or ing anything. Caleb’s cock took the exit with a sound that he might have found funny in some other context.

Not deigning to whip his head around to try to catch a glimpse of the amused audience, he quickly spun Cynthia’s inert self around so that her back was pressed against the wall. She looked at him with fear and lust. He looked at her with a possessive hunger. A stray thought noted that he was about four inches taller than she was, the same height difference as with Olivia. While he thought of his youngest sister as his littlest, the truth was that she’d achieved her full adult height years ago. Neither Olivia nor Cynthia had gained even a quarter inch since their twentieth birthdays, so his sisters were both as tall as each other. And as tall as their mother, whose own five foot eight height had ceased to tower over any of the family long ago. To bring their mouths together, he had to lean down, and tilt Cynthia’s head up. Gabbing her by the sides of her head, Caleb gave her a big, dominating, open-mouthed kiss. She submitted. Melting into his kiss, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and returned his advances tongue for tongue. She was aroused even as she had been subdued, and she eagerly humped her wet crotch into his muscular thigh.

It remained incomprehensible to him that the audience was able to find the humor in rough sodomy, but consistently whooped and hollered at the prospect of kissing. However, the effects on Cynthia were hard to argue with. As he broke the lip lock, she looked up to him with eyes that weren’t merely exhausted, but domesticated. “Sister dear, are you ready to take my cum?” She bashfully nodded. “Are you ready to be an obedient sister?” A bit of a contented smile graced her face as she nodded again. “Are you ready for me to fuck your pussy?”

Her half-lidded eyes snapped own, and she started to struggle. “Are you crazy, Caleb? You’re my brother!” She had almost broken free with her wild thrashings when he cupped her butt and dominated her with another kiss.

Part of him wanted to know what would happen if he rapidly and repeatedly started and terminated kisses. Would the cheering stop and restart? Would the cheering just continue? Would it stop and start over again? He did want to know, but at the moment he needed the full effect of claiming a woman’s mouth. He’d already almost destroyed everything with the pussy question, although it was important to clarify that the strange properties of kisses and butt grabbing didn’t allow any funny stuff with a woman’s third hole. Good to clarify that in a way that didn’t get him arrested.

When he released her mouth a second time, he asked her “Is my obedient sister ready for me to cum on her tits?” She grinned and blew him a kiss. Then he jerked himself off over her luscious breasts.

“Thank you, brother.” Cynthia beamed with pride as his white sauce glazed her .

When he opened the door, he found himself dry and wearing a towel. It was tied the way it had been when he was first standing in the hall. Olivia looked at him with an unreadable expression. He casually reached over and caressed Cynthia’s neck. “Olivia, you can take your shower now. Cynthia, apologize to our sister.” He gave her a slight, possessive squeeze.

The youngest sister leaned into his hand and shivered. “Yes, brother. Sister, I’m sorry that I was hogging the shower.” She looked at the floor, her skin reddened with emotion.

The middle sibling looked up and down their naked sister. “Wow brother, did you get her out of the shower, or out of the pet store?”

WIPE

Miss Fox put her hands on her desk. “Sarah Chong! Please return to your seat!” It seemed that she had left several buttons undone at the top of her blouse. As she leaned forward over her desk, Caleb could see her cleavage. She looked flustered. Some of her hair was slightly out of place. She seemed upset.

“But teacher,” the voice came from next to him. Below him. He looked down, and Sarah Chong was on all fours on the floor. Her collar had a leash attached, and he was holding it. She was dressed in lingerie, and she was talking back to the teacher, “Caleb owns me now! I’m his sex pet, so my place is at his heels like a bitch in training.” She waggled her rear end, reminding Caleb that she had a very fuckable rear end indeed.

“Caleb can own you all day,” Miss Fox conceded, “he can cum on your face. He can grab your tits. He can make your slutty asshole cum on his powerful fingers. But in this class, you have assigned seating, and you need to sit in them.” For some reason, the teacher shuddered.

One of the other students speculated as to why. “Sounds like Miss Fox wants to be a sex pet. Someone should measure her for a collar and bring her to heel.”

Charles decided that the time had come, and he walked up to the teacher with a swagger. “Are you ready to be my sex pet, Miss Fox?” His hands reached out and began roughly groping her tits.

“Nooooo…” she moaned, her face blushing. Charles mauled her titflesh, and she gasped while pushing her chest forward into the hands. “No.” Her eyes closed and her tongue hung out of her mouth. “No.” She began humping herself into her own desk, clearly on the verge of losing herself.

A woman who seemed to be at the tail end of her twenties and wearing a Pearl Jam shirt blew a bubble with her gum. “Nyeah. I think Teach here is just about ready to accept an owner and become a sex pet. Shall I go get a collar for her?” Without waiting for an answer, she started to get up out of her chair.

Galvanized by the threat, Miss Fox shook her head. “No!” She slapped the hands of a surprised Charles, and he withdrew them as if burned. “I’m not owned, I’m a teacher! Charles. I’m sending you to the Head Mistress’ office.” The various students had reactions that ranged from a sharp intake of breath to a sudden clench of their fingers against their desks. The woman with the anachronistic shirt and snack choices froze, and then quietly shifted back into her chair. “And you, Caleb!” She pointed confidently at him. “I’m going to need to talk to your mother. This Friday, after school, we’ll have a parent-teacher discussion. I’ll tell her all about what you’ve been doing with your sex pet, how disruptive you’ve been.”

Sarah looked up at her owner. “Caleb, you saw that, right? Miss Fox almost submitted to collaring right there. I’m sure that if she was given a little bit more incentive you could make her obedient and cover her with your cum.” She rubbed her face against his leg. “Hey Sailor, you got any plans of how to break her in as a sex pet? Got a way to take her to the dance?” Beneath her epicanthal folds, her eyes shone with submission and hope.

The people hadn’t seemed to notice the butt-touching and deep kissing weaknesses that all the women had. But certainly, Caleb had been formulating a plan. “Yo no soy marinero. Soy capitan.” He said, while petting the head of the supposedly Chinese woman at his feet.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand.” She blinked her eyes in confusion.

He smirked. “Sorry, that’s from a movie my parents liked. It means that I’m not a sailor, I’m the Captain.” She still didn’t understand, but she smiled back at his obvious confidence.

The teacher smacked a riding crop against the desktop. “If you’re done being disruptive with your sex pet, I assume that the parent-teacher meeting is acceptable?” He smiled and nodded. It was completely acceptable.

WIPE

He was back in the house again. It looked like the living room. There was a big leather couch and two well upholstered chairs. They were all around a coffee table and facing a conspicuous blank space on the wall where a television might fit. On the coffee table was a solitary jar of hair gel. It had a plain label, and said HAIR GEL in a bold, sans-serif font. He was wearing a striped shirt and khakis. Olivia was there. She looked mad. “You and Cynthia! I saw how fucked she was,” she huffed angrily, “did you rape our sister’s pussy?!” Wearing a set of booty shorts and a belly shirt that was little more than a sports bra, her rage fueled tears seemed out of place with her jaunty summer clothing.

“Of course not,” Caleb replied easily, “she asked me not to, and I left her pussy untouched.” He closed the distance between them. “Even though she has promised to be an obedient sister, I’m not entitled to her pussy, am I? She came with her asshole.” The frank revelation caused Olivia to gasp.

Looking at her brother with uncertainty, Olivia’s voice was tremulous as she spoke. “What did… what did you do to our sister’s asshole? What did you do to make her cum? To make her obedient?” He noticed that she hadn’t ever mentioned an age order, and he again wondered how old the characters were supposed to be. The Olivia he was used to was twenty-six and the middle sibling, and the Olivia in front of him certainly looked the same age. She differed in breast size and complexion, but there was nothing about her to indicate that she was any younger, other than that they all seemed to be going to the high-school with all the other working age people. But now that he thought of it, he really had no reason to believe this Olivia considered herself older than this version of Cynthia. Or younger than he was, for that matter.

Answering her question, Caleb held his hand in front of her face. “I greased up her butt with conditioner, then I fucked her up the ass with my cock. Slowly at first, and then with increasing force as her body submitted to me. When she came on my dick, I gave her a big kiss, and she accepted that she would be an obedient sister.” He leaned in close to her. “Does that sound like something you want? I could sodomize you into a submissive orgasm, don’t you think?” Olivia shuddered, she probably did think that. “But your pussy is off limits, isn’t it? If you wanted to cum with your pussy, you’d have to do it yourself.”

She shook her head. “You can’t have my pussy, you’re my bother.” Her tone of voice was like she was arguing, but of course the content was entirely consistent with what he had said.

“No,” he brought his hand around her and grabbed her butt. The effect was immediate. Her eyes bulged, her mouth opened. She gasped. He brought his mouth next to hers, “but you never thought you’d be forced to submit through your pussy, did you? You expected to be kissed and swept off your feet.” Still firmly grabbing her booty shorts, his other hand maneuvered her head into a deep, subjugating tongue-kiss. She melted into it and kissed back with real sexual hunger.

He began the one handed work of stripping her, making sure to always have one hand on her bubble butt. She wasn’t the first woman he’d stripped this way, and the booty shorts were quite amenable to be taken down one cheek at a time. “I’m going to grease up your butt and when I sit in the chair, we’re going to impale your obedient asshole on my cock. Your pussy still belongs to you, and if you want it stimulated, you’re going to need to do it yourself.” Pushing on her butt, and pulling her by a nipple, he first bent her over the coffee table and used hair gel to lubricate the area around and within her anal sphincter. She shuddered from the cold, and anticipation of what was going to happen to her.

Dropping his own pants while keeping one hand firmly on his sister’s ass, his manhood sprang up, twitching for action. He let his length fall on her butt cheek. Then he pulled her back with him and she shuffled and whimpered as she backed up with him. He sat down heavily, and pulled her into his lap. His dick had ended up sandwiched between her buns, and when Olivia realized where it was she began squeezing his rod with her butt cheeks. His hot dog was well greased by the hair gel in her crack, and she slid up and down its length. “Oh… oh wow.” She murmured to herself.

Caleb kissed her neck and reached around his sister’s body to grasp her breasts. They were immensely satisfying in size and heft. “Are you ready to become an obedient sister? I want you to put my round peg into your round hole. Do it. Sink yourself onto my dick. Let your ass swallow me.” Olivia pushed herself up and down, up and down, each iteration bringing her anus closer and closer to the tip of his manhood. She paused there, a whine escaping her lips. Her anus was tugged upon by the penis, but she hesitated, seemingly unsure whether to press on or attempt escape. Caleb put his hand on her shoulder and gently but firmly directed her downward. “Time to obey, Olivia!” She sighed as she lowered herself ass-first into his lap, her sphincter parting to allow her rectum to swallow his mushroom to the base. “Such a good, obedient sister. Now, touch your pussy. Make your pussy cum.”

He couldn’t see where her hand went, but the squelching sounds as she rubbed her soaking labia left little to the imagination. “Ooooh! I’m so… so obedient!” She gibbered, as she began enthusiastically fucking her own ass onto his pole.

Just then, their dad walked into the room drinking a beer from a bottle. The label was plain white except for bold text that said BEER in a sans-serif font. He saw what was happening, and immediately did a spit-take. For some reason, the beer bottle also chose that moment to foam over. He made funny faces, pantomiming surprise and fury.

Their dad stopped making funny faces when the laugh track ended. “Olivia, are you touching your slut-pussy? I doubt that your brother is fucking your ass so that you can feel good.” His voice dripped with sarcasm and disdain.

Olivia kept impaling herself and kept touching herself, getting anal stimulation from Caleb’s cock, and vaginal stimulation from her own excited fingers. “So good!” She gasped out.

A second onlooker entered the room: their sister Cynthia. She got down on all fours and looked at their coupling. “Wow. Brother, your cock is really spreading her butthole. That’s so… did I look like that when you were fucking my ass?” She began grinding her crotch onto her own heel.

Looking down at Cynthia, Caleb smiled. “Olivia is becoming a completely obedient sister. Do you want me to fuck your asshole some more so that you become completely obedient as well?” His offer was punctuated with a squeal of delight from Olivia. “If you want me to anally dominate you into total obedience, all you have to do is ask.”

Cynthia’s embarrassment and arousal warred across her body and mind, leaving a full body blush behind them. “I… I do want you to. But I can’t say it. It’s too embarrassing to beg my own brother for sodomy.”

“Yeah,” he said sympathetically, even as he continued to ass-fuck their sister between them, “if you’re too embarrassed to ask for me to sodomize you into submission, we can have a code. If you tell me that you are craving corn on the cob, I’ll know that you want me to come over and smash my cock into your ass. That way, you won’t have to say anything too embarrassing and I’ll know that you’re ready to be subjugated through your anal opening.” He grunted with effort, and was forced to return much of his concentration to the sister whose ass he was actually fucking.

“Thank you brother,” she said, while pinching her own nipples, “I’ll do that.” She panted as she watched Olivia getting closer and closer to orgasm.

From the other side of the room, their mom entered. Her tight turtleneck shirt left absolutely nothing to the imagination as far as the bouncing contours of her massive mammaries. She had been carrying a bowl full of popcorn, which she flipped as soon as she saw her rutting children. Popcorn flew about the room in a brief blizzard.

Dropping the now empty bowl, their mom crossed her arms sternly and made a disappointed expression. “Oh, honey. If your brother’s sodomizing you into obedience, the least you can do is try to hold off on orgasming. If you’re going to chase your own orgasm, I might as well just get a collar for you right now. You won’t last until dinner without becoming your brother’s sex pet.”

Getting a telling-off from her mother was simply too much for Olivia, who promptly came. Hard. She squirted, and her girl juices sprayed all over Cynthia’s face. “Oh! Oh! Aaaaaagh!” She collapsed backward into her brother’s manly chest. Taking deep breaths, and still delightfully impaled, Olivia’s eyelids fluttered. “What’s going to happen to me?”

Their mom made good on her threat and walked out of the room. She returned not three seconds later, carrying a white and pink leather collar. “I saw you make your slut-pussy cum while you were being sodomized. Honey, it’s time for you to become your brother’s sex pet. A horny little bitch like you with indecent tits simply has no business being unowned.” She wrapped the collar around Olivia’s neck, her own giant breasts pressing into those of her daughter. When the buckle was latched, Olivia came again. Hard. “Oh no! Your slut juices got on my jeans!” She took a step back, and there was a large wet spot on her jeans. It kind of looked like she’d wet herself.

His mom retreated from the room, and Caleb pulled his sister off of his dick. “I’m going to take you to the dance, Olivia. And right now I’m gonna cum on your face!” She smiled and assumed a kneeling position while her brother shot his load onto her face. The white sauce mysteriously avoided an area around her eyes.

Cynthia leaned in. “How is it to be owned by our brother?”

Olivia sighed. “So good.”

WIPE

Caleb found himself in a kitchen. Presumably the kitchen in their house. He was dressed again. His mother was the only other person in the room, and she seemed to be making spaghetti. There was a plain box on the counter that said SPAGHETTI in a bold, sans-serif font. “Your teacher Miss Fox wants us to meet this weekend,” she said without even looking away from the counter, “she says you’ve been disruptive with your sex pet. Have you been a bad boy?”

He ignored the challenge. “Mom, I think you were very mean to Olivia. I own her now, and I’m not going to let you bouth my sister-pet.” The kitchen was actually enormous, for a home kitchen at least, but it was still only the work of a few steps to close the distance between them.

Still facing the counter, she brought her hands down on the counter with a ‘Bang!’ “Son, I’m just so disappointed with Olivia! She was supposed to get married and have children of her own. Now she’s not going to be a wife and mother like me, she’s going to be an ass-fucked sex pet owned by her brother. I knew her tits were too submissive.” Her voice sounded like she was near tears.

The words offended Caleb, and he smacked her on her Pixar-mom ass, right on her mom jeans. She yelped in surprise and pain, but she made no move to stop him. He held her back end and gave it a pinch. “Mom, Olivia is my sex pet. I own her ass, and now that she has embraced obedience to me, I’m responsible for her. I don’t like it when you say mean things about my sex pet.” With one hand still on her ass, he began spanking her with the other. Smack! Smack! Smack!

“Oooooh!” The moan came involuntarily from her throat. “Son.” Smack! “You have to stop.” Smack! “You have to stop dominating your mother.” Smack! “Oh. Oh no…” She leaned forward onto the counter and gave him more access to her rump. Caleb rubbed her jean-clad butt against the bulge in his pants. “You have to stop! My pussy belongs to your father!” Hand by hand, he began pulling her jeans down. When the bulge in his pants nestled into her crack, she moaned. “Uhhhh.”

She was wearing boring white panties, and Caleb stripped them off with contempt. “This is the last time you wear unsexy panties, Mom!” Smack! “The next time I take your pants off, I’d better see some sexy lingerie!” Smack! Against the bare creamy skin of her thicc ass, his smacks created a satisfying butt jiggle each time.

Her butt twitched, almost twerking against his hand. “Yes, Son. I will wear only sexy underwear from now on.” Her pussy moistened with her concession. She closed her eyes and shuddered.

“You’re such a hypocrite Mom,” he squoze her ass for emphasis, “all this talk about how disappointed you are that your daughters have submissive tits and submissive assholes. But look at your ridiculous breasts. Look at your acquiescent ass!” He ran his fingers along her crack, and she gasped.

His mom rubbed her butt on his hand like a cat in heat. “Wait, did you say daughters?! You’re not butt-fucking Cynthia are you?! You can’t! You already own Olivia! You can’t turn Cynthia into a sex pet!” Despite the pleas in her voice, the horny twerking of her midsection became more desperate.

Caleb laughed. “You’re sending mixed signals, Mom. Your mouth keeps begging me to stop dominating the women in my family, but your ass keeps begging me to conquer it.” He brought one of his hands up to his mouth and got two fingers good and wet. “So here’s the deal: I’m going to torment your asshole. If you don’t submit, I’ll stop my subjugation of you and Cynthia both. On the other hand, if you submit and have an anal orgasm, then I’m going to fit Cynthia for a collar and take her to the dance. Understand?”

Smack! “Yes!” Smack! “Yes, I understand!” The wettened fingers found their way to her muscular anal ring. They traced the edges, they pushed against her clench. “Oh. You’re touching me back there… Son, you’re so strong. I can’t stop you!” She really couldn’t, and his inexorable strength soon screwed his fingers into her rectum. He reached around with the other hand and groped her breasts, another indignity she was powerless to resist. When Caleb’s fingers were in to the knuckle, he began pulling them out slightly only to shove them back in. His fingers were fucking her ass, and she could do nothing but twerk and moan. “Oh. Oooh! Oooooooh!” She had tried to keep it in, tried to keep it down, but her ass had been completely dominated, and all she could do was give in to the invasion. “YES!” She cried out in joy and defeat as her pussy squirted all over the under-counter cupboards.

The fingers left her rectum, and she immediately regretted their absence. “Now,” he said cheerily, “that didn’t take long. So, Mom, did you win? Did you protect your daughter’s dignity and your own by holding in your orgasm? Or were you a slutty submissive bitch who is completely at the mercy of an asshole that craves conquest by a dominant cock? What’s going to happen to Cynthia?” She could hear the zip as he opened the front of his pants.

Gasping and near tears from shame, there was only one thing she could say. “Cynthia is going to wear your collar. You’re going to take her to the dance. Her asshole is too submissive. Too slutty. Too much like her mother’s.” She collapsed to her knees, her tits and face resting against the cupboards she had so recently covered with girl-cum.

“That’s right. And while I’m sure that makes you very jealous,” Caleb pulled on her shoulder and brought her head to head with his erection, “for now I can reward you by cumming in your mouth.” It didn’t take much prompting for his mom to open her mouth and take his cock into her throat. Tears went down her face as he rough-fucked her oral cavity. He pulled out just enough that when his cum shot out, it filled her mouth. “That’s right. Taste that cum.” He patted her on the top of her head as she savored his load. “And that you are only wearing sexy panties from now on.” He brought his penis the rest of the way out of her mouth and idly wiped it on her cheek.

She showed him a wad of cum on her tongue and then closed her mouth and swallowed. “Yes Son. I’ll .”

WIPE

There were shelves of books everywhere, though while they had covers in many colors, none of them seemed to have any words on their spines. A casual look around didn’t show him a single volume or tome that he could positively identify by title. It seemed to be a library of some kind. Possibly the school library of PVC High. He was sitting at a table while a woman in her mid twenties seemed to be working. Since everyone seemed to be full adults playing roles, he had no idea whether she was supposed to be a librarian or a student helping out in the library.

Under the table, Sarah Chong knelt between his legs. “Captain, is it alright if I suck your wang?” She was naked except for the collar that signified her status as a sex-pet and his ownership of her. He wasn’t sure if her referring to his penis as a wang was just normal slang, or part of this world’s insistence that she was Chinese.

In any case, it sounded like almost exactly the sort of thing that would not be alright to do in a school library, but he’d noticed that people didn’t really seem to mind their public sexual antics. “Yes, Sarah-pet. I think it’s time for you to suck my cock.” The scene had started with her naked and kneeling between his legs, so that was probably exactly what time it was.

“Thank you, Captain.” She unzipped his pants and fished out his manhood. She kissed it reverently, and it engorged with blood and became longer and harder, more urgent in its need to penetrate the East Asian woman before it. “I’m so happy that you tamed me with this.” She kissed his cock again. “I think I was kind of a bitch to you, before you made me into your bitch. With a cock like this, you probably could have sodomized any woman into obedience. I’m still surprised that the ass you chose to dominate was mine. So, thank you for that.” She then made an O-mouth and took his rod orally.

Her blowjob did not imply a great deal of skill. She didn’t do anything fancy with her tongue, she didn’t swallow him into her throat. She just sucked and moved her head rapidly up and down the end of his skewer. The library chairs were not amazingly comfortable, but he relaxed into it anyway. One could put up with many inconveniences if a beautiful Asian woman was giving an enthusiastic blow job during them. He didn’t grab her or attempt to control her movements, there just wasn’t any need. He looked down at the beautiful woman that he apparently owned and he couldn’t help but smile. “You’re doing great…” He absently had tried to name her Nancy, but the word wouldn’t come out. “…Sarah. You’re doing great Sarah. I love…” He had been about to say the three words, but he wasn’t sure that was right. He loved the blowjob she was giving him. He loved fucking her up the ass while she cried out her submission. But he actually didn’t know her very well. The constant scene wipes meant that he didn’t even know what she liked to do when she wasn’t submitting to him sexually.

He didn’t know what Nancy Kim in HR liked to do outside of work either, because she was someone at work that he barely knew. And even if he did know anything about Nancy Kim’s personal life, he had no idea whether any of that information would have applied to Sarah Chong. They looked and spoke too similarly for it to be a coincidence, and he thought it was probably relevant that he seemed incapable saying the words “Nancy Kim” in her presence. He didn’t have that problem with the Cynthia or Olivia, but then they seemed to have the same name. He wondered if they had the same last name. His morose ponderings had dragged things out, but the truth was that a gorgeous woman was looking up at him while the head of his cock was in her mouth. He wasn’t made of stone. When he started jizzing, she pulled her head off his head in order that the second and third spurt should land on her face. She grinned at him with cum dripping off her face, the eyes spared as they always were.

Sarah gave him a bit of a lap dance, the song she hummed while twerking on him being one he thought he could almost recognize. When he was hard again, he gave new instructions. “Sarah, lie back on the table. I want to fuck your ass butterfly style.” His new orders were accepted, of course, but she also seemed genuinely excited to be dominated in the new position. He hadn’t had time to even start counting the time before she was back-down, legs up on the table with her butthole hanging in space and eager for penetration. He needed to prepare her, so he dipped his finger into a jar of hair gel that was simply labeled HAIR GEL in a bold and sans-serif font. Some of the goo was placed on his own mushroom head, but the majority of it was pushed into Sarah’s waiting anus.

“Ooooh.” Sarah cooed when the gel-covered finger poked into her back end. “It’s cold, but I’m so obedient. I’m going to take your whole length, going to be dominated so hard by my owner.” She closed her eyes tightly and smiled in anticipation of being anally plundered.

“Excuse me,” the romantic moment between owner and pet was shattered by the woman from the library desk. She had come up so quietly that neither Sarah nor Caleb had noticed her approach. If she was a serpent, she could have plunged fangs into either of them, but she chose instead to disrupt their escapades, “fucking pussies is strictly not allowed in the library. It’s not allowed anywhere without express permission from the Head Mistress. And she only allows pussy sex in the detention room.” Up close, she looked like the hot barista from the coffee shop that he often stopped at on the way to work. He had no idea what that woman’s name was.

Caleb stared at her blankly. “Are you serious? Sarah here is my sex pet, and I was preparing to pound her horny asshole.” Sarah had fallen out of her L-shape and was no longer positioned properly for an anal savaging, but she still confirmed her owner’s claim. The hair gel in her rectum a fairly persuasive piece of evidence.

The librarian blushed. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Obviously if she has a submissive asshole, you should dominate it thoroughly.” She looked at the ground. “If there’s anything I can do to make up for it, I will submit to your judgment.”

“Um… sure.” Caleb shrugged. “Look, how about you go get a dildo, and I’ll slip it up your ass, so you can cum with your submissive asshole while you watch me sodomize Sarah’s obedient anus.” He wasn’t sure why such a suggestion didn’t get him slapped.

The librarian looked at him quizzically. “I can do that, but surely you don’t think that my ass is submissive? Obviously her anus calls out for domination, she’s a sex pet. My butthole isn’t conquerable.” She shook her head and chuckled, but she still walked over to the desk and returned with a six inch pink dildo. She lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down. Caleb put some hair gel on the dildo and then he grabbed the librarian’s butt. As expected, she froze up and whimpered. When the pink dildo met her chocolate starfish, her whimpering became louder and more aroused. “Aaaaah.” She made a disgraceful sigh as he began pumping her butthole. Her pussy, disallowed as it was, juiced with arousal.

Letting his own dick poke her repeatedly in the butt cheek, Caleb waxed philosophical. “As you can see, you actually do have a submissive asshole. You’re just as much a natural sex pet as Sarah here. You need training, of course. I don’t think you’re collarable yet. But already you can feel how desperate you are to be sodomized.” He gave her naked butt some light smacks. “Now my cock is going into my pet’s ass, so the rest of this training session will be self study. Pump it into your own anus, knowing full well that when your ass cums you’ll be one step closer to being owned.”

Freed from his butt grasp, she reached back and started to pull the dildo out of her rectum. “Uhhhh…” Her sigh was all the confirmation that Caleb needed that she was going to push it back in. Sure enough “Ohhhhh!” she did exactly that. “Oh! Oh! What’s happening to me?”

Caleb shrugged. “You’ve discovered that you have a submissive asshole. Now you’re dominating yourself, preparing your sphincter to be conquered by your owner. I don’t know how many times your ass will cum before you’re collared as a sex pet, but it’s inevitable now. You should enjoy it while you reduce yourself to being a pet.” He patted her on the head while she began masturbating her ass more obscenely and with wilder abandon. Then he turned back to Sarah, ready to give her the butt fucking he had promised earlier.

“Excuse me,” the new interruption was almost enough to make Caleb flip his shit, something that was only stifled when he realized it was this world’s version of Cynthia, “are you pet training the librarian?” She looked at him with glistening eyes.

He nodded. “It’s really early stages with her. Right now she’s just laying the foundations by exploring how it feels to have her anus dominated. She’s not going to wear anyone’s collar today, she’s just going to chase her orgasms until she accepts that being owned is her only future.” He gave his sister a piercing look. “Why? Were you craving something?”

His meaning clear to her, Cynthia blushed. “No… I mean yes… I was craving… I was craving corn on the cob!” She looked at her brother with an odd mix of hope and despair.

“Strip.” His simple command was almost as dominating as a cock up the ass. Shivering with trepidation, she disrobed entirely. When her nakedness was on full display, Caleb came over and gave her a deep tongue kiss.

She melted into him and when he released her lips, her eyes shone with adoration. He gave her butt a possessive squeeze. “Lay on the table next to Sarah,” he commanded, “then raise your legs up. I’m going to fuck your ass in the butterfly position.” The two beauties lay hip to hip and showed their crinkled holes to him. He had to reapply hair gel to Sarah’s butthole, and then he gave a somewhat more generous anal fingering to his sister.

“Oooooh!” Cynthia cried out in surprise and submission as the gelled fingers invaded her rectum. “You’re really going to do it, brother. You’re going to take ownership of me.”

Bringing two bitches to anal orgasm was a much longer process. He kept pulling his cock out of one beautiful behind and slamming it into another. The domination was, if anything, more intense. He was able to edge them, getting them worked up and then switching partners. Both of them were incoherently moaning, pleading for release. If Caleb hadn’t already pumped his seed into and onto Sarah Chong’s hungry face there would have been absolutely no way that he would have been able to hold in his own orgasm long enough to bring both women to brink. Once he was sure they were both ready, he pushed his fingers up Sarah’s asshole while feeding his snake into Cynthia’s gopher hole. They came together, and then Caleb gave his second load directly into his sister’s satisfied and dominated rectum.

Barely able to stand, Caleb directed the librarian to get a collar. She returned seconds later with a collar he could wrap around the neck of Cynthia. His blond sister came again when she realized that she had become a sister-pet.

“I want you two pets to get along.” He needn’t have worried, Cynthia was already joyfully licking his semen off of her fellow pet’s face.

WIPE

The dining room table had less plates than he had expected. Just three plates of spaghetti on the table. One for Caleb, and one for each parent. A quick look around showed that there were three other plates of spaghetti on the floor. His sisters and Sarah were on their hands and knees, eating spaghetti off floor plates, using their mouths like they were actual dogs.

The person identified as their father was annoyed. “Both my daughters are sex pets now. I told them that if they flaunted their tits around, someone was bound to come around and make them submit. Did they listen? Noooo.” He waved his fork around. “Now look at them! Both of them collared and owned because they wanted to have anal orgasms on their brother’s cock!”

Looking up from her floor pasta, Olivia took exception to her dad’s description. “Daaad! Our brother’s cock is really powerful, and it’s only natural that he dominate our submissive asses. We held out for better offers from a lot of guys who wanted to put cum on our tits and collars on our necks.” She fingered her own collar with a giddy expression on her face. “I think it just makes sense for the women in our family to submit to him. To be collared by him.” Cynthia and Sarah both nodded in enthusiastic agreement.

Their dad didn’t agree. “Women in the family? No, this is a problem with my slutty daughters. You don’t see your mom jiggling her giant melons around trying to entice someone to grab them and force her to submit! You don’t see your mom bending over to get sodomized into obedience!” He fumed. “You two whores are weak and submissive, and now you’re going to the dance with your brother!” His mother nodded her head.

Caleb was infuriated. “Dad, those are my pets you are talking shit about. I tamed them. I collared them. They aren’t random submissive whores, don’t you dare talk about them like that!” He stood up and walked over to his now-cringing mother. “You want to talk about Mom?! Let’s talk about Mom!” He slapped her breast and it jiggled deliciously.

“Nnnngh!” Caleb’s mother cried out wordlessly. Smack! He slapped her tit again. “Ooooh!” She moaned lewdly. He grabbed her nipples and pinched, drawing out a moan of submission. “Son! Please don’t do this to me! I can’t… I can’t become like my broken bitch daughters!”

“Look at her!” A furious Caleb shouted. “Such shamelessly large tits that simply beg to be dominated. We all know it’s like mother, like daughter. So Mom needs to be collared as a sex pet just as much as her daughters did.” He turned his fury on the woman identified as his mother. He slapped her tits again, eliciting a sigh. “The only question is whose collar you’re going to be wearing. You have a choice, slut-mommy. Dad owns your pussy, I own your ass. That’s the choice, the last choice you get to make. If you take Dad’s collar, he’ll fuck your pussy. If you take my collar, you get fucked in your submissive ass until you become completely owned and obedient.” He slapped her tits again. “Choose!” Slap! “Now!” Slap!

His mother’s ragged breathing proved it was not an easy decision. His dad tried to influence her choice. “Now dear, we’ve been married a long time…” For Caleb, it just brought up a whole set of questions he didn’t have the tools to answer. This “mother” woman seemed to be about thirty, how long could she have been married? And there was still the omnipresent problem where she couldn’t have been more than four years older than he was, but everyone seemed to think it was normal that she was his mother.

Caleb’s own attempt to influence the outcome was more direct. He grabbed her nipples and pulled upward until she was in a standing position. Once her butt was out of the chair, he began savagely groping it. Each grasp and clasp further eroded her resolve and soon she was thrashing and groaning in his grip. “Do you want to cum?” His question was answered with a defeated nod. “Do you want to cum with your submissive ass?” Tears streamed down her face as she nodded again. “Do you want to accept me as your owner, mommy-pet?”

“Yes! Take ownership of my ass! I’ll wear my son’s collar!” He smiled at her surrender, and brought her face into a dominating open-mouthed kiss.

His triumph assured, he sent Sarah into the kitchen to get a collar for his new sex pet. She was gone for about two seconds before she came back into the room with the white and pink collar. Then he had his sister-pets strip all her clothes off. They were efficient, removing each article of clothing and throwing them out of his field of view such that he never saw them again. Jeans, blouse, and then a sexy set of green lingerie that was ired for a few moments before it too was removed and tossed away forever. She stood there in naked anticipation, her dark brown bush, her phat milky ass, and her giant suckable titflesh all on display. Only one of those things was to be denied him, and he poured some OLIVE OIL onto her rump. The grease trickled into her ass crack and Caleb poked it into her rear hole. “Feel my fingers in your butthole? I own this butthole now.” She groaned in submission. Sarah smiled in glee as she wrapped the collar around her neck. His mom’s eyes rolled up as she vibrated through a shame-filled orgasm when the buckle closed. He pulled his oily digits out of her dominated hole with a schlorp, and put her plate of spaghetti onto the floor. “Now that you’re a sex pet, you’ll eat off the floor like the others.”

His mom got onto all fours and began eating her spaghetti like a dog. She waved her back side enticingly, obviously hoping to provoke a brutal fucking. Caleb was only too happy to oblige. His sister-pets undid his pants and used their hands to oil up his schlong. Then they each grabbed one of their mother’s ass cheeks and pulled them open to give him access to her twitching anus. His meat injection was prepared, and she received it with rapturous joy.

“Our brother owns you now!” Olivia crowed as he began thrusting into her anal opening. Their mom could do nothing but grunt in agreement as she was reamed out by his rigid manhood. “You’re being tamed by his cock!” Cynthia chortled. Their mom hung her tongue out in a stupid expression of sexual subjugation. She bucked like an untamed mare, Caleb having to hold her tight to keep her rectum impaled through her orgasm. When she had finished, she let out a conquered sigh, and collapsed face forward into her spaghetti. With a grunt of triumph, Caleb pulled out and sprayed his semen over his mother’s butt. It was a wide target, and none of his spurtles of white goo missed the mark. Cynthia and Olivia cheered and began licking up their owner’s cum from their mom’s upturned ass.

When Caleb pulled his mom’s face out of the spaghetti, she had tomato sauce all over except for two clear round areas over her eyes. She blinked and smiled at him.

Once the laugh track had died down, his mother had a proposition. “Now that you own the asses of all the women in the family, you should trade rooms with your father. It only makes sense for you to sleep in the master bedroom. Surrounded by your sex pets, so you can sodomize any of us that you wish.” His sisters loved the idea.

The woman who looked like the Korean woman from his job batted her eyelashes at Caleb. It drew attention to the eyes that were described in this world as Chinese. “If you’re going to be sleeping and brutally ass-fucking us in the big bed, is it alright if I move in?” He didn’t respond right away, because he tried to call her Nancy Kim, and the words just wouldn’t come out.

Cynthia squealed. “Absolutely! We’ve been dominated up the asshole and are now sex pets of the same owner, we’re basically sisters!” The two bare breasted sex pets hugged each other joyfully.

His dad, unsurprisingly, objected to the new proposed sleeping arrangements. Caleb cut him off. “You know what, Dad? You pissed me off by trash talking my sex pets. Now I own your wife and I own your bedroom. Don’t piss me off any more.” There was an immediate look of fury on his face that quickly became a look of defeat.

WIPE

Caleb was in the classroom again. Were there other classes at the high-school? His recollection of the show was that there were. But the only one he ever visited between wipes was Miss Fox’s class of miscellaneous math and science and random facts. His mother was with him, so this must be the parent-teacher meeting. His mother was also at the end of a leash that he was holding, so her new status as a sex pet wasn’t going to be something that was likely to have slipped by Miss Fox.

The teacher looked at his mom’s neck, and her eyes furtively traced the length of the leash into Caleb’s hand. “I need to talk to you about Caleb’s behavior. He has been dominating sex pets. Making them submit to him again and again. Cumming on their faces and their tits. I think he is planning on taking his sex pets to the dance.” She recited it all like they were a litany of damning accusations, and truthfully that would be a pretty wild set of things to say if they weren’t in this strange situation with the chortling audience.

“Yes,” his mother agreed, “Caleb took control of my indecently submissive tits and ass, forcing me into obedience by making my asshole into his personal cock-sleeve. Now that I’ve accepted his collar and become his mommy-pet, he’s going to…” her voice caught, trapped between arousal and shame, “he’s going to take me to the dance. He’s going to take all of us to the dance.” Her internal conflict resolved, she closed her eyes and smiled contentedly.

Giving a slight tug on his mom’s leash, he gave her instructions. “Mom, show my teacher how submissive your tits are.” Her blouse had snaps instead of buttons, and it tore open easily. This freed her Double-D delights to bounce freely and become the centers of attention. “Now, tell Miss Fox why you did that.”

Her eyes still closed and her blouse still open, his mother groaned. “My son owns these tits. He wanted me to show you how submissive they are. How completely he owns them now. Tits like ours need to be owned. Miss Fox, he’s going to own your tits! Those indecent breasts of yours are just looking to betray you. To give themselves to an owner. Those tits are going to make you cum! Make you submit!” She started humping the air, dreams of submission being almost enough to make her cum right there in the classroom.

“No!” Miss Fox shouted in denial. “I’m not a sex pet! I don’t have submissive tits that will wrap themselves around the cock of a dominant owner! I’m not going to be dominated into horny submission by a cock in my asshole!” She wasn’t even looking at Caleb or his mother. Her hands clasped in the air as if she was trying desperately to hold onto something.

Caleb released his mom’s leash and strode over to the teacher. He roughly grabbed one of her boobs. Even through her bra and blouse, he could feel its firmness, its warmth. “Yes. You. Are.” He told her sternly. “When I leave here, it will be with two sex pets.” He pawed at her breast, and grinned.

She pushed her chest out, pressing her tit into his grasp, but also shaking her head. “Uhhh. No. Not a pet.” She tried feebly to slap him away.

With another market-stall fruit squeeze, Caleb moved on. “I saw how close you were to submitting to Charles with breast-play alone. I know these tits want you to become obedient. They want to be owned. They want you to be owned. And they’ll get their wish. Just as soon as I…” He reached over and grabbed her ass. She stopped struggling. He eyes widened in surprise. Her mouth let out a moan. “See, while you have traitor tits that already want me to dominate you, your real weak spot is your ass.” He gave her butt an aggressive groping, and she groaned again. He turned to his mother. “Mom, show her your butthole. Show her what her future is going to look like.”

“Yes son.” She began peeling her jeans off her wide hips, and turned around so that her large and creamy butt could be displayed to the doomed teacher. As her thicc rump came into view, a green thong was revealed as well. When the jeans were out of the way, she pulled her cheeks apart, which showed the wrinkled halo around her hole even as the anal opening itself remained hidden by the narrow strip of stretchy cloth. “My butt has become completely dominated by my son. When he isn’t fucking me up the ass, I regret his absence from my hole.” She released her cheeks and made the sound of no hands clapping as they smacked back together and jiggled like flan. Then she slipped her fingers into the elastic waistband of her thong panties and pried them out of her crack as she pulled them down. Now naked except for her collar, she shook her booty at Miss Fox. “It’s going to feel so good when you give up and submit to my son. Women like us need a firm rod forced into our assholes to break us and turn us into sex pets. But my son’s rod is so firm, so dominant. My ass never stood a chance, and yours doesn’t either.” She spread her butt again, this time showing her hole completely uncovered. It winked at Miss Fox. Between her thighs, her pussy hair was visible, a small brown hedge that marked off the part Caleb didn’t own. “My hole has already been trained! By the time he buckles your collar, my son is going to own you. Your tits are submitting. Yours ass is submitting. You’re going to me as a sex pet and it’s already too late to escape!” Her prognostications were driving her wild and she was humping the air.

“Please…” Miss Fox wasn’t sure what she was begging for. She couldn’t escape the grip on her chest or the grip on her rear. She felt his hand leave her shirt, and for the slimmest moment she thought she might have an opening to get away. Her expression contained both hope and fear, but both were swept away as Caleb grabbed her neck and dragged her into a kiss. She melted into his embrace, her mouth conquered by his tongue.

When he broke the kiss, he looked with satisfaction at the disheveled teacher. “Mom. Help me get the clothes off the new sex pet. I need to keep a hand on her ass to maintain control, but she should be completely naked when I sodomize her into obedience.” Still groping her back end, Caleb gave it a swat with his other hand.

His mother’s face lit up. “You have such an effective strategy to dominate women into becoming your sex pets!” She beamed up at her son as she began stripping Miss Fox.

Miss Fox didn’t exactly struggle, but she wiggled and whimpered plaintively. Her body was athletic and thin, the mark of someone who worked out frequently. Her breasts had the distinction of looking out of place, like they belonged on someone who had more fat and curves. When they were exposed to the world, they remained perky, teardrop in shape but not truly ready to drop. Caleb gave the bare breasts some squeezing, and Miss Fox moaned. “Mom, get my dick out and cover it with your saliva.” As she got on her knees and began her industrious tongue bathing of her owner’s manhood, Caleb brought his face next to Miss Fox’s ear. “When I claim you by fucking your ass until you cum and become my sex pet, we need some lubrication. My mom’s spit isn’t a perfect lube, so I think this is going to hurt you. But even though you’ll scream in pain, you’ll still cum. And then I’ll own you.” He lined up his spit-shined cockhead with her tiny anus.

“Oh no.” The teacher whined as her sphincter began to open to the intruding manhood. “No! Ow! Oh no!” She started to yell as the painful sodomy began in earnest. But even as she began sobbing, she also began rhythmically pushing her butt back into the cock that was dominating her. “Ah! Ahhhh!” She convulsed. She came. “Thank you for taming me!” He didn’t let up, and she let out a contented sigh as he continued pounding her anally with his cock.

“I’ll go get a collar for your new pet.” His naked mom walked out of the room and returned three seconds later with a collar just like her own. She wrapped it around Miss Fox’s neck, and the dominated woman came when the buckle was pulled tight.

Feeling her orgasm again was Caleb’s limit, and he filled her bowels with his seed. When he pulled out, Miss Fox obediently got on her knees and cleaned his cock with her mouth.

WIPE

Five leashes. Five women whose collars were attached. They were all wearing fancy dresses, like they were bridesmaids. There were lots of other people, but they were hard to see. Everything was dark except that which was lit by spotlights. Music pounded, but he couldn’t recognize the song, the lyrics eluded him completely. This must be the dance that everyone had been talking about.

There was some dancing to be done, but he didn’t know the songs. Being on the dance floor was mostly an excuse to grope the breasts and butts of his sex pets.

He was sitting at a table with his cock out. His two sisters were doing their best to lick his penis in tandem. Their best was very, very good. Well into their mid twenties, Cynthia and Olivia looked more similar than they had at any previous stage of their lives. It was almost like twins were servicing his cock together. He was enjoying their ministrations very much. When he was almost ready to cum on their receptive faces, he was hailed by a woman who had another woman on a leash. They could have been sisters, could even have been twins. The only thing to really tell them apart was that one was the collared pet of the other.

“Excuse me,” the leash-holding woman began, “I see that you own some sisters.” She didn’t wait for Caleb or any of his pets to argue or agree, but instead plowed on through. “Owning sisters is a beautiful thing. But it can also be a profitable thing. I would be willing to pay handsomely for your sister pets. Your winnings, once you leave the dance, could be financial.” The woman shook her purse and it made a sound like it was full of dry leaves. Then she shook it again and it clanked and dropped in her arms as if it had become much heavier. She opened the purse and it was full of gold colored coins. He saw that the coins had a leaf emblem on them, not a Canadian coin because the ends of the leaves were rounded instead of coming to points.

Caleb felt something was off. He was still in an erotic nightmare about being in a TV show where attractive actors played his family , but more off even than that. “I’m not selling my sisters! Go away!” He put his hands possessively on their heads and began helping them to move their heads up and down his shaft. Both leash-holding and collared twins glared at him, but they did walk off into the crowd and quickly became lost to his sight.

Shaken by the weird encounter, Caleb asked his sex pets what they needed, and they universally agreed that they wished him to finger their horny assholes. All five women hiked their dresses up and revealed that they were wearing matching peach-colored thongs. When each woman had peeled them down or pulled their gussets to the side, they all bent forward and steadied themselves on the table with their hands. It wasn’t a race, but the aroused sex pets hurried nonetheless. He wet his fingers in the punch—peach flavored and quite boozy—and began plunging his fingers into their receptive back doors. He had just two hands, and he was anally stimulating five insatiable women, so he swapped out which butts his hands were stimulating pretty frequently and in no particular order. His fingers were met with groans of gratitude when they went in, and groans of disappointment when they came out.

A man came up to them. He looked to be in his mid-forties, which was itself a novelty in Peach Valley County. To Caleb, the man looked a lot like his boss. Better groomed and with better poise, he differed sharply from the office manager. Caleb found his manager to be something of a creep, and this more confident and imposing version was creepier still. He’d arrived while Caleb was knuckle deep into the assholes of Miss Fox and Sarah Chong, the two dark-haired beauties writhing and moaning while he stimulated their submissive sphincters.

“Miss Fox and Miss Chong, I see.” The man began without introductions. Not that Caleb was in any position to shake hands, but he was conversing without so much as a name. “Excellent choices in sex pets. And I see that you have taken their training seriously. Their submission is near total, and they have become nicely obedient. They have taken well to having their asses dominated, and they are tame. I commend you, sir.” He licked his lips hungrily, reminding Caleb of a lizard. He looked at the upturned butts of Sarah and Miss Fox with an intensity that was reminiscent of the weird looks that the manager from back home gave to women in the office.

“Um… thanks?” Caleb didn’t know what else to say. He’d stopped moving his fingers, and was prompted by the whimpers of his sex pets to redouble his stimulation of their anal rings. They both pushed themselves backward into his fingers. Panting. Chasing orgasms of anal submission that seemed tantalizingly close.

Nearly drooling himself, the man reached into his suit and withdrew an envelope. “A man in your position. Well, you must be nearly ready to leave the dance. Going forward, you’ll need recommendations. I can make sure that your resumé is given the proper considerations.” He swallowed and gave a furtive, hungry look to the bent-over women. “If you give me the leashes of Miss Chong and Miss Fox, your winnings could be a new position. Authority. Power.” He waved the envelope. “It is a good offer. Perhaps you could use your new position to find others to train as your sex pets. Miss Chong and Miss Fox are hardly the only women with submissive assholes that a man in authority might be in a position to dominate and tame.”

Caleb found himself offended. If his fingers weren’t being gripped by the demanding rectums of his sex pets, he might have raised his fists. The offer seemed insane to him. The man couldn’t actually give him power in the real world, could he? He considered the strange nature of Peach Valley County, and the magical manner in which things seemed to jump from one scene to another. They had given him a new life here, perhaps if he escaped they could give him a new life there as well. A new house, a new job, even new parents, apparently. Maybe accepting such a devil’s bargain would be real. And then he thought… maybe it would be real. He didn’t know what it would mean to sell Sarah Chong and Miss Fox away in this strange world. Would that have some effect on Nancy Kim and… the woman at work whose name he thought was probably Dana? That sounded like a risk he couldn’t afford to take.

“No.” He said, with more fear than certainty. “I’m not selling any of these women. We’re all going to leave the dance. Together.” The man looked furious and turned away with a flourish. Caleb felt like he’d won something, and really jackhammered his sex pets in their asses, bringing them to screaming orgasms of submission.

Sarah and Miss Fox collapsed face first onto the table, their unused pussies leaking and their dominated anuses twitching. Caleb had a monster hard-on, and the woman identified as his mother offered to take care of it. She lowered the already-plunging neckline until her big boobs popped out, and then she sank to her knees and presented her breasts for a proper tit-fucking. His cock slid into the waiting cleavage and she pressed her hands against her muffins to make them grip his rod like any other fuckable hole. He thrust his hips forward and back, his mushroom head surfacing and diving into the boobalicious seas like a leaping dolphin. Caleb looked down at the face of the thirty year old woman who was in many ways similar to his own mother, and then his semen sprayed out onto that smiling face. She kept her eyes open and looking into his own the entire time, which she was not punished for because the semen miraculously did not fall anywhere within the imaginary circles around the eyes.

He heard a moo, and turned to see a woman dressed in a bridal dress holding a leash attached to a collar around the neck of a cow. Caleb didn’t have a lot of familiarity with barnyard animals, but the white cow certainly seemed very large to him. The collar around its neck was white and pink, similar to the ones around his own pets save for the size.

Caleb held up a hand. “Look, I’m gonna save us both some time. I’m not going to sell any of my sex pets to you. I don’t care what your offer is. I’m leaving the dance with the women I brought.” The woman and the cow seemed… sad. But he seemed to have guessed her motives correctly, because she led her cow away without a word. As soon as the cow ed into the crowd of dancing people, the disruption it would logically cause was nowhere to be seen.

“That is fabulous willpower,” a beautiful and familiar voice rang out, “it looks like you’ve really trained their assholes into complete submission.” Caleb turned and saw a tall woman wearing a stern black skirt suit. He recognized her voice, she had spoken to him over the phone when she told him about the show in the first place. Her eyes glinted when she saw his realization. “Surely, a man with demographics such as yours would like to dominate a pussy. You’ve figured out that no pussy is allowed to you in my domain without my permission, but I would be willing to make an exception for you.” She gestured to a door he had not previously noticed. “If you take one of these sex pets into that room, I would allow you to use her pussy for the remainder of the scene. You need not worry about the other sex pets, just leave them with me and they will be… very safe.”

His cock was hardening again. He really did want to plunge it into the wet cunt of one of his sex pets. He really wanted to nut into the pussies of all of his sex pets. He looked at the door and had a bad feeling about it. “Actually, no. I think we should leave.” He turned back to to the woman, but she was already gone.

Looking around, Caleb saw an EXIT sign, and he took his leashed sex pets toward it.

WIPE

Back in his apartment. Everything was normal? No. There was a jar of hair gel. It was the jar that simply said HAIR GEL in a bold, sans-serif font. The television was still on, but the high-numbered channel was now just displaying a blue screen. Things felt normal. He moved his head quickly, and nothing strange happened. No one watched him or laughed. He stood up and whirled this way and that, and received no glimpse of an audience or a dark room for them to lurk in. He walked into the bathroom, then back into the bedroom. It was his own, cramped, shitty apartment, and he was so relieved. There was no change in the lighting or his clothing when he moved from room to room, the designations between areas had again become arbitrary human concepts imposed on an uncaring material world whose time and space extended in uncaring infinity. There were certainly those who found such indifferent cosmological vastness daunting, but Caleb found that he had missed it terribly.

His phone groinked. Someone had sent him a text message. It was an unknown number, and the text explained little, so he engaged in conversation with caution.

U UP?

—HU DIS?

SORRY THIS IS NANCY FROM HR

—AM I IN TROUBLE?

OH NO SORRY

…

I JUST WANTED TO KNOW

…

ARE YOU MY CAPTAIN?

…

He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He hadn’t spoken to Nancy from HR very much. He even wondered how she got his number for a moment until he realized that she worked in HR, so of course she had access to his information. How should he reply to that? Did she mean what it looked like she meant? He had just decided that he was going to respond with the movie quote, when he received an email from his sister.

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