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John's P.O.V

It's not really like I had any other options.

When my parents learned I was gay, they weren't exactly the worst about it, but they weren't very supportive either. For instance, when I came out to them, they immediately told me that my college was off the table.

I came out on the last day of my senior year. They had assured me ever since I was little that my college would be paid for. I'd been expected to a prestigious college in Switzerland and had no way to pay for it.

Even if I got a job, I'd be working for years and years until I could pay off at least half of it and I hear that student loans are bitches. I don't wanna spend most of my adult life paying for college.

Not knowing what else to do, I called my best friend, Peggy Schuyler.

"Schuyler Therapy at your service." Her sweet yet chastising voice rang the minute she picked up. "How may I be of assistance?"

Of course, she's not a real therapist, though I'm pretty sure she does a better job than most. She's been my best friend since kindergarten when spilled my apple juice on her skirt and to get back at me she put a spider in my lunch box.

God, I love that petty bitch.

I spilled everything. All of my stress and doubt and worry and whatnot.

Her being the wise person she is simply said, "Why not get a sugar daddy? I'm pretty sure they pay well."

So after hours of scrolling through rich 40-60 year old guys, I decided that wrinkles really aren't my type. I sighed and gave up hope when I'd gotten an ad for being a pet.

At first, I thought it was strange. I mean, being a pet for someone? Being used for sex and taken care of in return? Isn't that the basic fundamental of a sugar daddy?

That's when I learned how loaded the pet owners are.

I could be living in luxury...

With that, I knew what I had to do.

And that's how I ended up here, at the shelter.









I've been here for months. The shelter is a pretty nice place. It's not filled with cages or depressed people liked you'd imagine.

Instead, it's more like a holding place or hotel for people waiting to be 'adopted'.

A lot of my female friends have been adopted long before me since most of the owners are males. My good friend Maria was only here for a week when she was adopted.

The good thing is, it's a consensual adoption. If you don't like the person adopting you, you can just say so. That's why I haven't been chosen yet.

A lot of young women have tried adopting me as their pet but I don't think I could do it...shudder. I'm too gay for my own good.

Maybe I'll just spend the rest of my life here at the shelter. The beds are comfortable and the food is good.

Not to be cocky or anything, but I know I'm cute.

At the showing center, plenty of girls and sometimes even guys coo at me, put their hand under my chin, pet me, and even sometimes stare down...

I'm not as promiscuous as some of the other pets here. I wear a t-shirt and shorts while some just wear boxers or thongs or panties. Those are the ones that usually get adopted quickly.

I sit on one of the couches, closing my eyes and trying to sleep the day away when suddenly, the bell on the door chimes and everyone immediately looks over at the door.

We hear him before we see him. A tall, dark-haired man on his phone, talking as if he can't be bothered.

Rude I think in my head as I roll my eyes. He's dressed very suavely, obviously a businessman.

I can't help but stare at him as he walks in, putting is phone back in his pocket. I see a lot of the girls swoon. I may as well not even try at this point. They're so pretty and I'm just...meh.

Besides, he's probably not even gay.

He talks to the lady at the front desk, not doubt flirting with her. I watch a bit enviously as he then proceeds to walk over to Kitty Livingston, who only signed up to be a pet to piss off her parents.

He evaluates a few others when he catches my eye.

"Bingo" He mouths to himself as he makes his way over to me.

I blush dark red and turn around. Maybe he's talking about another pet? I turn around only to be met with a brick fucking wall.

"Hi there..." he smiles, sitting next to me on the couch. "You're precious..."

"I know." I say sharply. This guy may be rich, but he looks a little cocky for his own good. I don't need his compliments. He's likely just humoring me.

"Feisty?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Maybe a bit." I shrug.

"How would you like to come home with me?" He asks, patting his lap. I shake my head to decline as he pouts like a child who didn't get his way.

"I dunno..." I say.

John, what the hell? One voice in my head scolds. This guy is obviously interested in you! This is what you've been waiting for!

Is this really what you want though? Another voice chimes in. You really wanna be his sex doll or cleaning maid? Going with him would just make this a reality.

With all the voices in my head, maybe I should've signed myself into a mental hospital instead of a pet shelter.

"You're cute." The man grins. "My name is Alexander. How old are you?"

"19." I shrug. I'm legal.

"Damn, you're young. I'm 27."

That's not too bad. Not even a ten year difference.

"And you're already a businessman?" I ask before I can stop myself.

He grins. "I'd like to think I excel when it comes to numbers. I started a new system of banking and lucky me, now I have a mansion."

My eyes widen. "So...why do you want a pet then? You could easily just have a girlfriend or boyfriend...you're attractive enough."

I know I'm being a bit forward, but I can't help myself.

"Aw, thanks kitten..." he grins. "But like most people, I want someone to take care of. I could easily hire a maid if I wanted one, but I want a pet. I wanna spoil someone. If you came home with me, you wouldn't have to lift a finger..."

I bite my lip. This is risky but...damnit, I haven't taken a risk since I came out to my parents. Sure, it was pretty much a fail, but my life wasn't boring.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't bored here at the shelter with the same old scenery and the same old people.

"Why me?" I ask suspiciously.

"I dunno" he shrugs. "You're cute. You're feisty. You're not running around half-naked. That gives me more to imagine..."

"Perv." I mutter.

"Guilty." He grins.

"Alright...Fine." I finally say. "I'll be yours."

What have I gotten myself into?

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