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He rolled his eyes at his pet's refusal to crawl and rolled his eyes, and reached into his pocket, revealing a long pointy buttplug, with random curves and dull points all around it. Smirking, when his pet was distracted by the walls, he quickly brought his hand back, and plunged it into the boy's leaking hole. Hearing him howl in pain, it brought a smile to his lips and he reached down, and picked him up three feet, before dropping him to the floor on his stomach. "Crawl," He repeated, not tolerating disobedience. "Don't touch the plug. That stays until I say otherwise."
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