"My Personal Pet"

Rating: M

Fandom: Total Drama series

Characters: Trent, Heather

Pairing: Trent/Heather

Genre: Romance/Humor

Summary: Trent's having a very rough afternoon. It's a good thing a certain Queen Bee is about to give him a major surprise. Though, it's one he definitely didn't see coming.

Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING Total Drama related, so that's pretty much all you need to know from here. Since I'm practically legit tired of writing up an entire summary and details surrounding the story, here's some good mindless Total Drama smut featuring a fanon/crack couple my friend The Amazing Ghost Musician likes, Trent and Heather. So here you go. Enjoy, my brethren.

P.S.: This is a very special birthday request from The Amazing Ghost Musician, who wanted me to write this just for him on his 28th birthday. It's weird because I usually don't accept requests for stories in the first place (I do take suggestions for stories though, just in case if I do lack story ideas). But in times like these, I will make one exception. So, I hope TAGM likes it. Enjoy nonetheless! Sorry if it took me this long though…


The sound of an engine running inside a silver Subaru Legacy soon began to die down instantly as a man with jet black hair, green eyes and a head that mostly resembled a little bit like Frankenstein had put the car on stop, letting the car he drove in rest nonstop in its entirety. Dressed in what seemed to be a lime-yellow shirt with a bold black handprint, black jeans and tight lime-yellow sneakers, the man who went by the name of Trent immediately stepped out of the car and shut the car door behind him, feeling relieved of the fact that he was finally home safe and sound as he was with his trusty guitar in hand.

"Ohhh, I swear this is the last time I'm singing to a bunch of drunks in a coffeehouse…" Trent muttered to himself, referring to the performance he just recently had not too long ago. The singer-songwriter had recently gotten the chance to perform at a small, but crowded coffeehouse that was strangely filled with bikers for some reason. It really didn't happen by coincidence knowing the bikers that had immediately showed up to the coffeehouse to begin with were legit wasted as skunks. Several songs into Trent's performance however, one of the bikers with a beard that mostly resembled ZZ Top shouted "PLAY FREEBIRD" to Trent, who immediately refused on the fact it was too excruciating and tough to play on an acoustic guitar let alone master due to his inexperience of the song itself. This resulted in a brawl that nearly left the entire coffeehouse beaten and torn down in protest to the point that the police literally had to arrest everybody involved in the fight. Luckily for Trent however, he managed to scurry away fast enough for him to hit the ground running and leave minutes before authorities showed up.

No doubt it was a nightmare for Trent. Yet with such a relieved sigh forming inside of him, he found himself thankful to be home in one piece where he would at least get the rest and relaxation he deserves from his own girlfriend, Heather. The guitarist immediately twisted the key all around the doorknob before finally entering his roomy apartment safe and sound to quite strangely, some sweet satisfying Cinnamon incense.

"Oh man, that smells good." Trent thought with such a relaxed feeling, "Heather definitely went all out with the incense, I see. I wonder if she's sleeping upstairs? Maybe I'll go wake her up…"

With the sweet cinnamon fragrance still reaching up to his nose, Trent found himself scurrying up the stairs frantically and entered right inside the bedroom that he and Heather both shared together. Once he got there however…

…she was missing.

There was no Heather sleeping right on the bed. Nor was there any sign of Heather around the house at all. It was practically NOTHING.

Trent found himself scratching his head in confusion, "I don't understand this at all. I swore Heather must've been here sleeping in the first place after a long day. Where in the heck could she be…?"

As soon as he asked himself that one simple question however…

*SLAM!*

A door slammed right behind him, forcing a very spooked Trent to frantically turn around and see the next thing that was now standing right before him:

An image of his girlfriend Heather dressed in a very racy dominatrix outfit that was complete with a long black waist belt, long black panty hose complete with a leather garter-belt, long black high-heeled boots, busty ample bosoms that were exposed in all of her glory and a well-shaved clit that was much more tight than being caught in a boa constrictor's pressing grip. Just that one image alone made it more than enough to make Trent blush out of surprise like a light-bulb.

"Heather!" The guitarist gasped in amazement before uttering out, "You look…"

"Silence, you pathetic slave." Heather said, pointing her whip at his face as if she was acting in-character to her attire, "Did I give you permission to talk?"

"Not really, but I definitely didn't expect this…" Trent shook his head, almost feeling very speechless.

"Well, now you have." Heather nodded, all while gripping her whip tightly as she could. "And before you ask yet again when I told you not to, we're gonna set a couple of rules first, slave."

"Such as?" Trent asked with a raised eyebrow.

Heather then pointed her whip to his face again, "First of all, you will not address me as Heather. You will address me from this point on as Mistress Heather. Failure to do so will receive in extra punishment, slave."

"Sure… Mistress Heather." The guitarist nodded, looking scared out of fear yet turned on at what he was seeing before him.

"Second, you will do as I say and I will make sure you follow them." Heather replied sternly yet again.

Trent immediately followed it up with a big gulp in his throat saying, "Whatever you say, Mistress Heather…"

"And third," Heather paused as she shushed him yet again. She then maliciously continued her sentence with a sinister tone, "Failure to follow my commands will result in more brutal punishment. Do I make myself clear, slave?"

"Y… yes… Mistress Heather." Trent said, nodding for the final time.

"Good to hear it, but now, first things first…" Mistress Heather said with yet another pause before all of a sudden…

*CRACK!*

She cracked her whip violently with aggressive force, forcing Trent's entire pants and underwear off in the most cartoonist way yet possible as if the power of the whip was more than enough to have his lower body clothing torn off just like that. What was now left of Trent was just his T-shirt and his exposed schlong feeling pretty erect and hung from a distance. Needless to say, Heather looked quite impressed from a standpoint.

"Well, looks like your little friend looks excited to see me, huh Slave?" She smirked maliciously.

"Huh…?" Trent raised his eyebrow before looking down at his rock-hard erection. "Oh, you mean him. Yeah, I guess he must be…"

"That was not meant to be a question, slave!" Heather pointed out before asking, "Now get on the bed."

Realizing that Trent was being a little bit hesitant to do anything, the raven-haired mistress shoved him right on the bed forcing Trent to land on the mattress with a thud. Heather wouldn't be quite finished though as the dominatrix herself grabbed a rope from the closet and proceeded to tie Trent's wrist all around the bedposts. This now left the guitarist unable to escape what was gonna come next for him. In fact, the only thing he was now seeing was the sight of Heather standing before him looking very vexed and intimidating in front of her helpless slave. The femme fatale wouldn't be done with him though as she proceeded to grab the ball gag placed inside the dresser.

She then attempted to wrap the gagball around Trent's mouth in order to ease down the painful groans he was soon gonna make from the ounce of pain he was gonna feel soon enough.

With Trent looking all tied and gagged over the bed, Mistress Heather immediately looked ready as she ever was, therefore speaking with dominant confidence. "There we go, slave. Just in time for me to do this!"

All of a sudden, the guitarist felt his brilliant abdomen become stung by the end of Heather's paddle-like whip, surprising him to the point that it made him yelp painfully. Trent had to admit he didn't see it coming though, yet he also had to admit that the first lash he took stung like a son of a bitch as well. He broke out in a deep hiss as a result of that first lash, which would only increase with such violent power built all around that whip.

She immediately cracked the whip around Trent's abs yet again, leaving him to hiss out very loudly, "Ahhhhhhh…!"

"That's right, slave, feel the pain that I'm giving to you right now." Said Mistress Heather with a sick grin appearing from her lips.

He was indeed feeling the pain alright, letting his good abdomen continue to feel the cold hard end of that vicious whip. Yet, tried as she could with all her might, Trent's entire skin was literally tough as leather itself, therefore only showing whip marks instead of the usual deep blisters that one would get when being whipped hard like a helpless dog. Trent definitely was not a person who could bleed that easily, not that he ever did to begin with.

After he suffered what appeared to be his tenth lashing, Trent found himself sweating mildly in anticipation as he found Heather smirking down at him saying with impressive interest, "Well, you definitely are tougher than you thought."

The guitarist wasn't able to speak due to the gagball in his mouth, although he did manage to muffle out a "thank you" in return.

"Yes, well, since you managed not to wimp out in return though, maybe I'll give you some kind of reward." Heather winked very evilly.

Trent obviously had no idea what kind of mischievous stuff Heather had planned for him next, but whatever it was, the black-haired guitarist had to plan whatever was coming his way. It wouldn't be long before Trent suddenly realized that the hard end of his erection was being tugged by the hard pressing grip that was Heather's hand. What followed next was the tip of Heather's entire tongue swirling around his phallic head in circles, making Trent's entire spine shudder out in pleasure. That was soon followed by the queen bee charging her entire head down his throbbing cock, deepthroating him very nicely before proceeding to Bob her head up and down in order to suck him off nonstop.

Trent felt a moan go through him despite the muffling he was making through his gagball. He felt like his entire soul was being sucked right out of his body thanks to Heather's vacuum-like mouth ridding the pressure off of his throbbing cock, all at the same time polishing his member off nicely like a clean piece of grade-A steel. The guitarist found it very pleasurable to the point where his spine was literally giving out chills just from how fragile and ticklish his phallus was just by the cold tip of Heather's tongue slathering him up and down. The faster her head bobbed up and down, the more likely Trent found himself unable to control his hips from convulsing. And in doing so, mixed with the constant pleasure of head-giving, forced him to leak and ooze out pre-cum from his phallic head making him very close to an inch of premature ejaculation. Heather found this out right away just by the tip of her tongue touching his inch of pre-cum.

She broke out in no time which left Trent quite disappointed to begin with. He muffled in pure disappointment saying, "Hey, why did you stop?"

"Slave, you know that I don't allow premature ejaculation!" Heather said, silencing him in an instant before adding, "You'll cum when I allow you to. Got that?"

Trent nodded immediately, which brought a very sinister smile to the Queen Bee's face. With the guitarist still strapped by the bedside, Heather pointed out to him intimidatingly, "Now that I said enough… bend over for me, slave!"

He immediately followed this command right away by turning himself over on all fours, leaving him to bend right over for his mistress Heather, who responded with an impressive smile. It was to no surprise Trent had a very firm rock hard ass to boot, which looked very perfect for Heather to leave her entire mark on him as a result. And she meant that literally once she got a hold of her favorite whip with that small tiny little paddle at the end. Trent slightly yet immediately turned his shoulder to see the whip up close, which forced out a big nervous gulp coming down his throat.

"Don't you worry, slave, this won't barely hurt at all." Heather warned him in cold blood, handling the whip with such perfect ferocity.

And Trent felt an ounce of that ferocity once Heather cracked her whip and lashed him right on the ass, leaving the guitarist to shriek out in pain!

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMM…!" Trent said, muffling with intense pain all around.

The pain would somehow intensify than the first with Heather cracking her whip and lashing him yet again, only this time it went so fast that it made the speed of The Flash himself look wussy by comparison. It created such a big mark around his rump that it made his skin look barely visible in Heather's eyes, even if Trent himself couldn't see it from his position. The only thing he was seeing at this point was the image of his ass literally being whipped by the sight of his mistress. Every single lash that was being given to him was now getting painful and violent for Trent with every second passing around him. Yet at the same time, it provided him the pleasure that he wanted from this sick S&M display Heather had provided for him. His rock-hard rump was now ridden with blisters so much that for some reason, whipping him just for fun immediately became old for Heather to manage.

"Okay slave, I think you've suffered enough." The raven-haired mistress replied evilly before smirking, "Now is time for me to get to the good part."

The Queen Bee found herself throwing her whip away and approached Trent, who was still handcuffed and bent over on all fours like a helpless dog wagging its tail in front of its owner. She wasn't focused on his damaged ass however, as her eyes were now locked around his still erect phallus, which still looked hung like a pine tree standing tall and mighty in a perfect Summer sunshine. Trent found himself surprised once he felt Heather's caressing hand grip his hard cock tightly, showcasing her impressive hand strength for Trent to behold.

It wouldn't be long before the helpless guitarist felt the mistress's hand stroke his member very gently and hard as ever, making it enough for Trent to leave out a very lusting shudder in its wake. His manhood happened to be the most fragile g-spot that he possessed in his helpless arsenal, and Heather was quite a pro at finding her weak spots when it came to satisfying her lovers in a very dominant way. His member had felt fragile to the point that it made it very easily for Trent to pulsate from the queen bee's forbidden touch. The same kind of touch that was now making Trent pre-cum once more in impact. This time, it was now her full intention to make sure that Trent would undergo a full release on her terms and her terms only. Heather could only tell by the way his legs immediately jerked around in a spazzing motion. This displayed yet another sick smile to the queen bee's face as she had Trent struggling for dear life in response for him trying to fight off the orgasm he was desperately trying to avoid.

It would be all for naught however as Trent found himself muffling loudly through his ball-gag, "I'M MMM-MMM MMM…!" (1)

He erupted in pure glory as a huge jolt of his seed splattered out of his member and straight onto his bed, splashing down like a big can of paint spreading all throughout the canvas. The orgasm drove Trent so crazy that he tugged on hard enough onto the bed-stand just to hang on for dear life from the continuous orgasm he was still experiencing. It was safe to say that Trent knew deep down inside his mind what being a cow felt like, the difference being that his erection felt more like the udder it was. The orgasm immediately drained the life out of the guitarist himself, who found himself drained yet defeated from that intense yet satisfying handjob he had suffered at the hands of mistress Heather herself.

Knowing how mighty impressive Trent was at this slave job, the raven-haired dominatrix finally showed an ounce of compassion long enough for her to each for that ball-gag and strip it right off Trent's mouth to finally give him the break he needed.

"Oh, thank you." Trent said with a very relieved sigh all while catching his breath and turning around in the bed, "You don't know how much this means to finally breathe–"

"Silence, slave." Heather shushed him once again. "I will only allow you to talk when I say so!"

The guitarist immediately nodded again, keeping his mouth shut once more to please his mistress.

"Good, but don't think we're done yet, slave." Heather said, all while glancing down on his newly-limped cock. "Since your wimpy member gave up on you, maybe I should wake him up the best way I know how."

Trent was quite curious on what Heather meant by that statement, yet it didn't take him long enough to realize his member was now being touched lightly by her perfect high-heeled leather boot. This caught him by surprise even more when he noticed both of Heather's high-heeled boots trapping his limp cock like a vice grip with no chance to escape. Trent didn't need to bother escaping the truth be told. The only thing Trent now had to focus on was Heather's boots stroking the guitarist's limp phallus over and over again in a smooth, gentle manner. Now this was more like it in Trent's part after the hard, yet satisfying pain and punishment he had to endure.

"Ohhhh, maaaaan…" He thought to himself, all while moaning in delight and taking in this incredible feeling of her leather-covered feet continuing to make his manhood strong once more just for that second wind she was searching for. And it was being paid off in the long run as the constant jerking built up more pressure around Trent's penis, which now rose up yet again looking very hung for another round for dominance.

Heather had other plans for him though as she released his erection off her feet and smirked out, "Alright, slave, since you didn't manage to break this time, maybe I'll treat you to a little quickie in return. Are we good at that?"

All it took for Trent was a simple nod, which became good enough for Heather to climb on top of his naked bare lap to make sure Trent was laid still as ever. She lowered her hips gently covering his missing cock all before rocking her shapely rump to a smooth slow beat. Trent felt himself sigh in relief of the fact she wasn't going rough on him like before. This was the kind of ride that felt more around the lines of relaxing on a yacht all while listening to 80's soft rock in the middle of a sunset. It just felt nice for Trent relishing in the feeling of having his studded cock grinded by the sweet warm folds of Heather's tightened pussy. Even if he still found himself tied up in the position he was still trapped in.

It wouldn't last long for Trent though once he felt Heather's hips quickening the pace around his throbbing phallus, therefore rocking her ass around his lap in a blistering breakneck speed. In Trent's mind, this was definitely expected to happen. The guitarist knew deep down this sweet gentle ride he was giving Heather was gonna be quite turbulent, quite violent and most importantly, the rockiest ride that the Queen Bee ever experienced. And it soon paid off big in the long run once Trent felt the pressure of his cock rise up to gargantuan levels, bringing his erection very close enough to the brink of explosion. Heather immediately felt his member trembling inside her warm wet walls, which would definitely not be enough to protect her from this oncoming eruption itself. And that was the way she wanted it.

Trent found himself unable to contain his sexual excitement, forcing him to growl out monstrously, "Ungggh, Heather… I'm… I'm about to…!"

"Yeah, that's… ahhh… that's right. Cum for your sweet mistress, slave… ohhh!" She moaned out with demanding intimidation, not scared at all to realize what was now coming next.

And what came next would immediately make Trent leave out one lustful gasp out of his breath. He erupted with a big gigantic release that shot up big all the way to Heather's entire womb, filling her all the way up to a perfect completion. The raven-haired mistress clung onto his already-beaten chest trying to endure this endless orgasm Trent had thrown at her full-blast in return. He continued to fill her up with his hot silky seed until some of it ended up dripping down Heather's creamy wet clit and all the way down his pulsating shaft, therefore ending this little mission of his to straight-up success.

The intense pain, mixed with the intense pleasure he received from Heather, forced Trent to pass out as a result in order to finally catch his breath just for a single ounce of rest. And luckily for him, Heather let him have the rest he long desired.

"Well, slave, I gotta say you did better than last time." Heather smirked down to him, all while wiping off the sweat gleaming from her forehead. She then continued with a smile, "If anything else, I'm impressed that you lasted very long without giving up."

Trent with his eyes still closed, chuckled out in response, "Yeah… I kinda learned my lesson since then."

"You sure did." Heather nodded back. She then got off his lap and cleaned herself off nicely before taking a look at him far away and gave Trent a sinister, sweet smile. "And since you were a good slave to me in return, I think I'll repay the favor."

"And what's that?" Trent asked.

"Pizza from your favorite pizza place," Heather winked. "Plus, I'll be the one buying this time."

Just the thought of pizza was quite enough for Trent to lick his lips in return saying, "Sounds like a good idea."

"Glad to hear it," Heather said as he put on her favorite evening robe. "I'll let you rest out for a while now, ok?"

Trent nodded right back to his dominatrix before Heather left the bedroom, just to let her hubby rest out from the pain and pleasure he was caught in not too long ago. This was definitely worth it for Trent though despite all the satisfying kind of hell he had to go through in order to satisfy his mistress. And the thought of pizza after a good satisfying S&M session was the kind of appetite Trent needed after a rough day.

He found himself resting for a good several seconds before Trent immediately realized the one thing Heather forgot to do after this intense session, "Okay, somebody really needs to untie me right now…"

(1) - "I'm gonna cum!"

Yeah, I felt like I needed a humorous ending for this one. Don't know why, but I totally had a feeling to add one in this story just for a careless little chuckle to laugh at.

I apologize sincerely to The Amazing Ghost Musician if I didn't finish this in time for his birthday and all. I was caught in an uncomfortable writer's block due to the fact that I've been going through tough times as of late, due to burnout and not focusing on myself mentally and physically in a healthy way. So I hope he understands. If you see this TAGM, you can take this as a late birthday present/early Christmas gift from me as a bit of an apology for making you wait this long.

And if you are asking, no I don't take requests because they're just way too time-consuming for me and it keeps my focus off other things I'm currently working on at this point. However, if anything else, I do take suggestions for fics based on the couples I love to write. That way if I feel like I get writer's block yet again, I can look at you all for some inspiration. I can't promise you I won't do them all, but the only thing it will help give me is ideas in the near future when it comes to my stories, so take that what you will. LOL

Anyway, I think I'm done explaining myself. If you know me, you know what to do from here, horndogs. Leave a read, review and also leave feedback if you can since they help me out and I can give more exposure to hot fics like these. Until next time, have a Happy Halloween Season. Go AEW!