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[awholenewuniverse]

[Izaya was a gift.

He was situated, in a bedroom, told to be good for the man who would be his new owner. All that Izaya had to dress him was a large bow on his stomach.

And it wasn't too long until his new owner entered.]

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[kingwithnocrown]

[Izaya may be a pet but he never made himself act like one. He had the attitude of a pretentious pure bred and maybe that's what men liked about him.

As low as he was, he never hung his head. And despite his ...condition...That wasn't different. He was just pleased that some man was perverted enough to think his swollen belly was worth the bang to take him under.]

Hello.

[He shifts against the pillows he had settled on and slides his bare legs together in a feign display of modesty.]

Is this my new, considerate master~?

[awholenewuniverse]

[Izaya was a present. He didn't ask for this one in particular, but he wanted someone. He couldn't have urges distracting him from his goals. So, that's the only reason why Izaya was here.]

No.

[Simple, he moved towards him, grabbing his chin.]

Your only use is when I need sex. After that, you are silent. Understood?

[kingwithnocrown]

Hm.

[Izaya's mouth turned into something of a pout. So he was the stoic type.

Izaya should have guessed.]

Yeah, yeah I get it.

[His mouth twitches, as though he wants to say more, and he allows himself to smirk but -

Well Izaya knows a little better by now than to constantly test his boundaries with a new master.]

But ah- I can't be as much of service to you as I normally might due to my...situation. I hope you get that. So don't expect me to try and pull ridiculous positions.

[awholenewuniverse]

I wanted a flexible one.

[Is all he says, before moving closer to him. Looking him over and grabbing his arm.]

How flexible are you currently?

[kind of ignoring him by the way.]

[kingwithnocrown]

I am flexible. When I'm not knocked up. So you really don't need to worry about that.

[Izaya looks down at that hand on his arm and resists the urge to recoil and show hostility. He never was a fan of touching.]

Oh I don't know. Ever seen a pair of elephants have sex? That's about my extent of flexibility right now, master, hate to break it to you.

[Okay, he wasn't that useless but this guy was irritable and Izaya never had been easy to deal with.]

Why, what'd you have in mind...?

[awholenewuniverse]

[He grabs his arm tighter, squeezing it.]

Do not talk. Show. Keep your mouth shut.

[He's standing there, letting go of his arm. Waiting for the performance.]

[kingwithnocrown]

[Sneering, Izaya is sneering but then he rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders back.

Now, Izaya may not enjoy touching but performing was another thing. He did like to seduce men. Even if it was a pain in his current situation. His back was too sore to do much as were his feet.

But his hormones were sensitive enough that he did desire that sexual connect. Izaya flicked his wrist up and untied the bow from his stomach in one flowing motion and the red material lapped down over his bare thighs.

He pushed himself over onto his stomach rather gracefully considering and his hips were automatically forced up into the air somewhat but he onto the main support of his knees and spread his legs apart.

Bulging out from his entrance was a shiny, purple ring. The very beginning of an anal plug could be seen just at the base of it. There was a little bit of a light layer of lube glossed between his legs. Either on accident or purpose, it was hard to tell.]

Nn...[A moment of adjustment and Izaya was okay, shifting onto his elbows as well.]

...I'm a lot better...hng...when I'm not like this. Hope you know. [In all fairness, it was a pretty embarrassing situation for Izaya. The proof of a careless owner if anything.]

[awholenewuniverse]

[Cyrus was not seducable. If he fucked, it was because he needed it, not that he wanted it. So, he's currently just watching... he notices that anal plug but says nothing. And he doesn't have anything close to an erection yet.]

Silence.

[He moves around, and digs out a large dildo, a foot long. It's thick, like a can of pop. He hands it to him.]

Take all of this. Every last bit. The only words that should leave your mouth are 'master'. Anything else should be moans.

[kingwithnocrown]

Tch....

[Silence. One word Izaya would never understand. He's grumbling when--

His eyes widen at the sight of the dildo and his nose instantly wrinkles up.]

No way. I might be your pet and all, but I'm like an exotic pet, you know? Which means I require decent treatment from time to time. I'm not the typical bitch in heat you can slap around.

[He huffs as he forces himself onto his knees, sitting down.]

Master.

[awholenewuniverse]

From time to time. This is not one of those times.

[He moves over to him, reaching to grab his neck, pushing against it.]

You live here without paying your way, I will feed you the best food I can find, and I will raise your child.

I expect no complaints.

[His thumb pushed hard against the center of his neck.]

Understood?

[kingwithnocrown]

Hnn...

[He grimaces as his neck is grabbed and shrugs his shoulders up- feeling that desire to lash out but he doesn't.

He'd love to argue- but in a way- he really kinda gets it. The guy didn't have to yank him in. Getting pregnant in Izaya's situation is as good as a death sentence.]

...Fine, yeah.

[He huffs.]

You'll have to excuse my moodiness. Hormones and all.

[He shifts around a bit and then grabs his new master's wrist.]

Just let go of me. I'll behave now.

[awholenewuniverse]

[He let's go of Izaya, letting him flop back down on the bed.]

No excuses.

[He stands there, watching him closely. Arms behind his back as he waits.]

Then do it.

[kingwithnocrown]

[He resists the urge to snark a little more. To point out that he can't help that he's pregnant because of men like this guy. Izaya calms himself down. He's not this emotional normally and he tries not to resort to it.]

Hn...

[He grunts as he slowly removes the plug. It expands his entrance as the entirety of it slides out, bigger than one might have suspected, until finally it pops out and he tosses it aside.

He picks up the dildo and takes in a deep breath. He's happy that he had been a little lubed up before. He has a feeling that this guy wouldn't give it to him even if he asked.

He shifts around a bit, struggling somewhat with the toy and its girth before finally he had it pushed up against his entrance.

He takes a deep breath and slowly begins to push it in, the toy swallowing up inside of him very slowly, inch by inch until about half of it is inside. Izaya stops there, taking a break, his body trembling a bit already. He hadn't been this filled in way too long. ]

[awholenewuniverse]

[Izaya would regret it if he tried to argue. If he snarked, he would hate it more. Cyrus was not looking for backlash. There would be regret if Izaya tried. No, Cyrus was looking for absolute obedience. And he would break Izaya to get it.

He stood there, watching him do everything he was asked. Like a proper pet. He shut his eyes for a second when he heard the 'pop'. When he opened them again, Izaya was pushing the toy inside of him. And everything was going fine...

Until he stopped. Cyrus stood there, looking right at him. Unhappy and displeased. He didn't say stop. A pet was suppose to listen. And he wasn't. He was disobeying.

To teach him a lesson, he moved in, and shoved the dildo all the way inside. Without warning or care.]

[kingwithnocrown]

[Breaking Izaya would prove a challenge. Especially the moment he gave birth. Then there would be that much less of a desire to behave. He'd be more fit again.

After all, he didn't want this situation.

So Izaya just stared back intently at Cyrus, as if daring him to---

And he did. Izaya's mouth popped open and a gurgled scream escaped him, his cheeks instantly red and his eyes watered. He bit into the fabric of the bed to try and keep himself muffled but God. It had hurt. Like hell.

Yet. At the same time...

It rammed right into his prostate. The combination was a bit much and left Izaya reeling a little.]

G-God, are...you even...getting off on this? Hngh...Jesus Christ.

[He huffed loudly and shifted only a little but every time he moved even slightly, he could feel the toy shift inside of him. How did that not destroy him from the inside out?]

[awholenewuniverse]

[Cyrus had all the time in the world. Izaya would be a broken pet, needing Cyrus's attention. That was the goal, and he would work on it until it was completed.

Watching him squirm after the thrust of the dildo was probably the most enjoyable thing about it. Frankly, however, he kind of seemed disinterested in the whole sex thing right now. There was no boner. No need. No want on his face.]

Silence.

[He moved towards him, hand clamped on Izaya's mouth to completely shut him up for the time being.]

You do not have permission to speak. So be silent.

[kingwithnocrown]

I don't see what the hell you're getting out of this, you son of -

[And that's when Cyrus' mouth clamped over his. He sneered behind his hand and shoved his tongue out against Cyrus' palm. He grabbed that hand by the wrist and wrenched it away entirely.

Izaya pulled the man down onto the bed in one swift yank. He may have been a slender man but he was by no means weak. Besides, he hadn't appreciated that toy so suddenly forced into him.]

Is it that you can't get it up that you're not fucking me? Do I have an inefficient master? Bum-mer. You're not as ugly as my old master. We could have really had some fun.

[awholenewuniverse]

[Izaya should truly learn when his mouth should be shut and when it is allowed to be open. He did not appreciate being forced onto the bed like this. Flopping down, he immediately stood back up. Leaning over him, hand forced on his stomach.]

You are defiant.

[And then he started to push hard.]

How tempting it would be to kill this life inside of you. I have no use for it. Why should it exist?

Do you want your child to live or die?

[kingwithnocrown]

[Izaya's face grimaced slightly as that hand began to push hard- but at his words? He began to laugh a bit darkly, his whole body shaking.]

God, are you serious?

[He stared up at Cyrus, his expression a bit dim, though faintly amused.]

Some prick knocked me up that used to make me crawl around on my hands and knees like a dog. Not that that's unusual or anything but you seriously think I care about his baby?

[He glanced down at his stomach and sighed heavily, resting a hand over Cyrus' hand.]

I don't care if he lives or dies.

[Izaya was at what we can call a breaking point. However, he remained firm-lipped.]

And I don't know why it should exist. It shouldn't. So honestly, you can't threaten me. What are you possibly going to take away from me? I'm a sex slave.

[He snorts]

I have nothing to be taken away.

[At this ruckus, a foot from inside of Izaya kicked out- coincidentally right into Cyrus' hand.

Izaya instantly smirked.]

Seems like he doesn't like his mommy and daddy fighting. Listen. Ya gotta give me a break. What did you expect from a hormonal, pregnant guy? Jeez. I'll do what you want but I can't help my mood swings. Once this fucker's outta me, I'll be a lot more obedient. But you look like a smart guy. Surely you're not that surprised that I'm a bit pissy, eh?

[awholenewuniverse]

[Cyrus just listened to that. Izaya was talkative and annoying but... if the threat to kill his child was not something that mattered? Then it was no longer a threat. And not being able to threaten him put a dent in the ideal of being able to control him, something he wanted to do. He wanted to control and threaten him so badly.]

...Then you should have taken care not to procreate with anyone else.

[He moved his hand, looking at him with a glare. Okay, so the child had an input too... how very interesting. He stood there, looking towards him for the time being.]

You are to be as obedient as you can immediately. I will not hesitate to punish you. In ways that will truly be a punishment. You can remove the toy. I'm finished for today.

[kingwithnocrown]

It's not like I chose to reproduce. He didn't want to use condoms on me.

[That was hardly Izaya's fault but he didn't argue much past it. Instead, he looks somewhat relieved when Cyrus removed his hand from his stomach. Between the pressure on his swollen belly and the sensation of the toy deep inside of him, Izaya almost felt sick.

His eyes flick up and he nods his head slowly in understand. Sure. Obedient. He shifts around a bit with some trouble but eventually manages to get his fingers between his legs.

With a deep breath, he slowly pulls the toy out and grimaces on its way out. He knew he was going to be sore later. Really. He drops the toy aside and looks back at Cyrus.]

Where would you like me then, master?

[Hey, he wasn't about to assume Cyrus was going to keep him in this room or anything.]

[awholenewuniverse]

His decisions are of no concern to me.

[He stood there. Watching ever so carefully as the toy was removed. Izaya was large, pregnant, and frankly, one of the most disobedient people he had ever had the opportunity to meet.

So, once again, he would break him. Down into pieces so he was unrecognizable. And that was the current goal. He nodded for a moment.]

...Follow me.

[He waved a finger and started to move. No getting dressed. Just movement. He was a pet. This was his life. There should be no complaints.]