Gilded Cages by R. Phoenix

Fancy a bit of daddy kink? Enjoy this excerpt from Gilded Cages.

Blurb

“All I want is a puppy for my baby boy. That’s all. Just a good puppy for my boy. The better you behave, the happier you’ll be.”

When Cammy’s Daddy asked him if he wanted a puppy, he expected the fluffy, four-legged kind. Instead, he finds that his Daddy meant something else entirely… and he isn’t sure what to think of the new addition to the household.

Zay’s life might not have been perfect, but it was still better than being kidnapped and sold into slavery. When his new Master tells him he’s going to be Cammy’s puppy, he has to decide just what he’s going to do…

Contains age play, ABDL, Daddy kink, puppy play, Stockholm Syndrome, kidnapping, dubious consent, non-consensual scenes, human trafficking, and more.

Excerpt

“All I want is a puppy for my baby boy. That’s all. Just a good puppy for my boy. The better you behave, the happier you’ll be.”

And by extension, the worse I behave, the more miserable I’ll be. He doesn’t have to say as much, but I can read between the lines. And a puppy? What kind of sick, twisted fuck is he?

“This will be a good life for you.”

I had a good life before those assholes snatched me. This? This would never be a good life.

“Isaiah,” he says thoughtfully, as though tasting my name. “A bit of a mouthful. I’ll call you Zay.”

He won’t be the first to call me that, but he’ll be the first to annoy the fuck out of me for doing it.

“You can call me Master, when I let you speak.”

I snort, unable to help myself. The guy’s on a goddamn power trip, obviously. If he thinks I’m going to bow down and call him Master, he has another thing coming.

“Think that’s funny, do you?” He smiles, crossing toward me. “You won’t think so for long. As soon as you’re tamed, you’ll call me whatever I want you to.”

I’m not going to be tamed. The fuckers who kidnapped me had only managed to subdue me, but tamed? No. Fuck that. I’m not going to let that happen.

“Cammy is looking forward to meeting you,” he says, and the smile abruptly vanishes. “You’ll behave when he’s in here, or I’ll take it out of your fucking ass. Clear?”

I feel sick. He’s going to let his baby boy see someone like this? How much of a sick fuck do you have to be to expose a child to a bound, naked man you want to turn into a human puppy?

For fuck’s sake, the whole situation is beyond screwed up.

“I’m sure you know what I expect. No trying to escape, no screaming, no filling Cammy’s head with nonsense… He’s my sweet boy,” he says, and his voice is soft, too soft. “You’ll be a good puppy for him, or you’ll regret it.”

So. Fucked. Up.

“I’ll give you more rules when you start getting used to how things are here, but for now…” He shakes his head. “Cammy is beside himself with curiosity. We won’t start training until he’s in bed for the night, but you’re going to meet him.”

My stomach twists.

He smiles again, and it’s chilling. “Don’t worry, Zay. You’ll be well taken care of here.”

He leaves the room, and I struggle — for all the good it does when the collar around my throat is bound to a metal ring in the center of the floor. It’s the first time I really look at my surroundings, and I’m even more fucking disturbed by what I see.

A dog kennel, puppy pads, even neatly-stacked cans of dog food, and several unopened boxes. I’m sure it’s all in here just to fuck with my head, but it makes me uneasy anyway.

Before I can start to process, the man returns to the doorway. He’s leading a young man who has to be in his early twenties behind him… And I’m only more horrified when I see that he’s only wearing some kind of diaper thing and a cutesy t-shirt with a train on it.

His baby boy.

I want to throw up, and I probably would if I wasn’t gagged. This isn’t happening. There’s no way this is really happening.

The guy looks innocent, with pale hair and pale skin and bright blue eyes that look at me with delight. There’s nothing cruel in his expression, somehow. He looks… like a kid meeting a puppy for the first time.

Fuck, this is so screwed up.

I try to make noise through the gag, jerking like a fish on a hook against my bonds, but he only looks at me through those clear eyes and smiles.

“It’s okay,” he tells me, his voice soft and sweet. “It’ll be so much better here. Daddy will teach you how to be a good puppy. Then we can be friends, and I won’t be lonely anymore.”

Horror rips through my gut. This younger man — Cammy, my supposed master had said — sounds like he really believes what he’s saying.

The older man, who has to be twice the boy’s age or more, wraps his arms around Cammy from behind, brushing a kiss against the top of his head. “What do you think, sweet boy? Is he what you expected?”

“I thought he’d be happier,” Cammy says, and fuck if he doesn’t sound like he believes that too.

“He’s just scared,” the man tells him. “He doesn’t understand how good things will be here yet. You were scared at first too, remember? But we’ll teach him.”

Author Bio

R. Phoenix (code name: Raissa) has an unhealthy fascination with contrasts: light and dark, humor and pain, heroes and villains, order and chaos. She believes love can corrupt, power can redeem and that the best of intentions can cast shadows while the worst can create light. She agrees with those who say that the truth is best told through fiction — even though fiction has to make sense while reality can be utterly baffling.

She loves chatting with readers, though she often awkwardly rambles. No matter how much she tries to keep her bad and often perverted sense of humor in check, it seems to escape at the most inconvenient moments. (Thanks, universe.) Feel free to friend Raissa on Facebook and chat or send her an email!