The Demon's Pet

Part 2

Dave didn't have very much time to relax. The demon untied his hands and picked him up, carrying him through the house. Dave's face and chest was coated in drool, his stomach still warm from the load inside of him. He shouldn't be able to feel it, since the bodily fluids were normally the same temperature as your insides. Maybe the demon had a higher internal temperature?
He would have pondered it more, but the demon suddenly tossed him onto a bed. Dave bounced, and scrambled up, but was stopped short by a hand on his chest, pinning him to the mattress.
The demon opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out something big and pink. He smirked down at Dave, running his tongue over the object. Dave stared at him in questioning fear just before the demon grabbed his legs, pinning his knees to the mattress and shoving the object into him, and Dave realized it was a butt plug.
It slid in almost effortlessly. Almost. Then it hit the biggest part and seemed to have to squeeze in. Dave winced, and then it popped in, his muscles contracting around the smaller part of it. It was definitely stuck there.
"Can't have all that fluid leaking out of you, now can we?" The demon cooed, running two of his hands up Dave's sides. Dave's muscles twitched and jerked, and then he gave a small yelp of surprise when he was roughly tossed onto his stomach. The demon reached into the night stand and grabbed something, fitting the leather objects over Dave's hands and tightening them around his wrists.
The demon leaned over his back, running his lips over Dave's ear. "There we go, Daddy can't have his pet running off and hurting himself, now can he?" He murmured into Dave's hair. He suddenly sat up and moved away, leaving Dave on the bed.
His hands had been fitted into leather mitts, meaning he couldn't pull out the ball gag or take off the collar.
He heard a door close and footsteps, and the click of a light. He sat up and looked around, seeing the bedroom door closed. The doorknob was a twist-turn, meaning there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell he was getting it open.
The sound of running water hit his ears, and he carefully slid off the bed, moaning a bit when he felt the plug press into his prostate. The bed was chest-level to him, making it a grand huge bed. Everything in the house was scaled up, probably so the demon could live comfortably. He padded over to the door the demon had gone through, peeking around it. The demon was folding some towels while a pool-sized bathtub filled with water.
The sound of a his first real bath in over three months sounded very appealing to him. He'd been bathing in freezing Amazon water with non-toxic soap. As much as he hated to admit it, taking a bath with the demon might not be a bad thing.
Speaking of which, the demon suddenly stood up and walked over, picking Dave up. He shut the door and locked it, and sat Dave up on the counter, causing him to whimper softly when the plug once again hit his prostate, and took off his mitts. He placed his hands on the ball gag and paused, looking Dave in the eye. "Since you've been good so far, I'm going to take this off. If you start whining, crying, complaining, screaming, or biting, I will put it back on for the rest of the night. Nod if you understand."
Dave looked up at the Demon with nervous eyes, and nodded.
The demon smiled. "Good boy." He unfastened the ball gag and Dave pushed it out with his tongue, wiping off his face, chin and neck. It was all covered in fresh and dried drool, so he guessed he'd just wash it off in the tub.
"Who are you?" He asked the Demon.
"My name is Cadeon, but the only name you need to concern yourself with is Daddy." He added, putting the ball gag beside the tub.
"Am I...joining you in the tub?" He asked tentatively, not wanting the gag shoved back into his mouth.
"Yes. You smell awful, like sweaty, stray human, you're more covered in dirt than I initially thought and now you're covered in your own slobber. You need a bath."
Dave twiddled his fingers in his lap, perched on the counter. As much as he hated playing obedient pet to his rapist, he saw no point in making things harder on himself. 5'11 human against 7" four-armed demon? The best course of action for survival was to simply play along. Maybe that made him weak, but his survival instincts were too strong to let himself die.
Cadeon turned off the water and picked Dave up, stepping into the tub. He set Dave down, the water coming up to his stomach when he was flat on his ass, and then sat down himself, which rose the water past Dave's shoulders. Dave just felt smaller and smaller with every moment spent in Cadeon's presence.
Cadeon relaxed against the back of the tub and grabbed a cup, pouring water over Dave's head. Dave shook his hair out and suddenly froze, looking up at Cadeon. The demon didn't seem concerned or bothered in the least, so Dave slicked his hair back out of his face and readied himself for whatever came next.
Cadeon grabbed a bottle and squeezed some white liquid into his hand. Putting the bottle down, he rubbed his hands over Dave's hair, lathering it up. Dave closed his eyes and tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of Cadeons fingers tunneling through his hair.
Cadeon placed a finger under Dave's chin, tilting his head back a bit further before placing the side of his hand on Dave's forehead and pouring water over his hair. Dave was taken by surprise when he realized Cadeon was trying to keep the soap and water out of his eyes. After everything today, it seemed surreal that his kidnapping rapist was being so tender and caring with him.
When Dave's hair was thoroughly cleaned, he opened his eyes and looked up at Cadeon, green meeting glowing yellow. The demon didn't have pupils, which in a way, made him handsomer. Cadeon smirked. "Whatcha starin' at, short stuff?"
Dave averted his gaze, looking down at the water. Cadeon reached down and hooked a finger over Dave's chin, lifting his face back up to look Cadeon in the eyes. "Don't worry, you can always look at me. Just means I get to see more of that adorable face."
Dave felt himself blush and ran his hand over his hair, looking back down at the water. Cadeon grabbed a purple washcloth and dunked it in the water as he grabbed gold-looking liquid and squeezed it over the cloth. Two hands scrubbed it in good while another ran over Dave's head affectionately and the fourth wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer.
The washcloth was rubbed over his skin, and he relaxed a bit when he realized how soft it was. The soap smelled like honey and vanilla, the sweet scent replacing all the sweat and grime from being in the rainforest. The drool and dirt and sweat was scrubbed from his skin, and he instantly felt better.
"Stand up and turn around for me." Cadeon said, and Dave obeyed, rising to his feet. Cadeon ran the soapy cloth over his back and shoulders, running down towards his lower back, and then over his ass. Dave's ass clenched on reflex, sending the plug sliding across his prostate, and he inhaled sharply, biting his lip.
"Something wrong?" Cadeon asked, sounding smug.
Dave shook his head, hearing Cadeon chuckle. Dave jerked as the cloth slid between his cheeks and underneath his balls. It then travelled up and over his sac, and ran over the underside of his dick. He was still sensitive, and panted, shifting back and forth on his feet and rocking on them, chomping down on his lip as he looked at the ceiling. Cadeon wrapped the cloth around his dick and ran over it a few times, causing Dave whimper and and stand up on his tip-toes, and then stopped, running the cloth up his stomach and chest.
"Alright, sit down." Cadeon told him, and Dave quickly obeyed, carefully settling on his ass. Cadeon set him in his lap, using the cup to pour water over him. Dave slicked his hair back again, a happy look on his face. It felt so good to be clean. And even though he knew it shouldn't, that it was wrong, it did feel kind of nice to be pampered.
Cadeon reached over and grabbed the plug, letting the water drain out. Oh, was the bath over already? Cadeon stood up, taking Dave with him, and set him on the rug on the floor. He grabbed a bright green towel and wrapped it around Dave, drying him off. The towel was big and fluffy and comfortable, and it felt nice against his newly cleaned skin. Cadeon thoroughly dried him off and then picked him up again, carrying him into the bedroom and placing him on the bed.
He grabbed Dave's hands and placed the mitts on them, and Dave let out a whine-
"Ah-ah!" Cadeon snapped sternly, causing Dave to jump and look up at him. "What did I say about whining?"
Dave looked down, keeping silent as the mitts were fastened into place. He heard a drawer open, and then felt a finger on his chin, lifting his face. Dave looked up, and jerked as something was fitted to his face. It was a short muzzle, wired so he could speak, but couldn't stick anything in his mouth. Probably so he couldn't bite his mitts off.
The muzzle was fitted into place, and Cadeon smiled at him. "You look so damn cute. Alright." He picked him up and placed him on the floor, and then walked across the room and opened the door. "Explore. Pee on my things and I'll rub your face in it." He said as he got dressed, buckling up his pants.
"Do I get clothes?" Dave asked tentatively.
"No." Cadeon answered simply, pulling on his shoes.
"Where are you going?" Dave asked nervously.
"Worried for me already, pet?" He asked with a smile. "Don't worry about it, I'll be back later. If you get into any trouble, I'm gonna spank you with this belt until your ass is the color of my spots. Got it?"
Dave nodded.
Cadeon looked up, meeting his gaze. "Got it?!" He asked more sternly.
"Yes." Dave answered.
"Yes what?"
"Yes...Daddy."
Cadeon walked over and kissed his forehead. "Good boy. Training shouldn't take long at all." He remarked to himself, and then disappeared out of the room. Dave followed him, watching as he stepped out if the door, and heard the click of the lock slipping into place.
Dave was effectively a dog. Collared, muzzled, bathed, naked, and now left alone, waiting for the master's return.
God, how did he end up like this? And so fast, too? Was he really going to just give in that easily? Although it was a lot better than being snapped in half and eaten... Dave really didn't know what the demon was capable of. But he did know he could absolutely really hurt him if he wanted do, and Dave wouldn't be able to do anything to stop him.
With nothing else to do to bide his time, Dave figured he might as well explore. Mitted, muzzled, collared and plugged, he set off to learn the layout of the huge house.