Page 8 of Learning to Change

“Naughty boy. Don’t try to escape Master.” Dropping my voice lower got sexy whines from both of them. “Who does your cutie belong to?”

Joel’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, so he was no help at all.

Dean was, though. “You, Sir. His cutie belongs to you.”

“Good boy.” And that particular good boy was doing wicked things to Joel just by softly rubbing his slit.

The gentle touch looked like it’d have made me nuts, but Joel was squirming and whining and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. “Oh please. It’s tiny. My cutie. Please.”

“Yes, your cutie is like a little lollipop.” Leaning closer to his ear, I nibbled on it as Dean kept stroking Joel’s small-looking cock. “It’s going to look adorable in a cage. I can’t wait.”

Jolts were racking his body and his cock was back to throbbing as Joel whined. “You’re going to own my cutie, Master.”

Clearly that was a good thing, so I nodded. “Yes, it’ll be caged and locked up and all mine.”

Oh.

That was fun.

His orgasm started firing through him before I’d released his dick.

Damn.

I should’ve been more sober.

Luckily for us, Dean was still only half-drunk and pushed my cock ring hand away. Cum fired out of Joel like he had a little water pistol and Dean knew exactly what to do.

He put his lips over the end of Joel’s cock.

Some people just reacted well under pressure.

Chapter 3

Joel

“Oh, it’s even more perfect looking soft.” The internet was so smart. “Look, Master.”

I had a Master.

Giggles escaped, and they just got worse and worse as Tate chuckled and wiggled the tip of my dick back and forth. “I’m looking, slut, and you’re right, it’s perfect soft too.”

Dean was nodding but his words were stuck. He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before he just stopped trying. But that was okay because we could help him. We were his best friends.

“I think he needs another drink, Master.” Yes, Dean looked thirsty. “Will you help our sub?”

He was mine too, so I got to claim him as my sub.

“Of course.” Tate kissed my cheek and gave my dick one last wiggle. “I think he needs some cuddles too. He’s never gotten to kiss a cutie as perfect as yours.”

Oh.

Yes.

Cuddles fixed everything.

And Dean was so close my legs didn’t even have to work. Master Tate slid me down off his lap onto Dean’s, and Dean even knew to wrap his arms around me. “Thank you.”

Blinking a few times, he licked his lips again…probably because I’d tasted good. I hadn’t gotten to do that with anyone else, so he was the only one who knew how yummy I was. “You’re welcome.”

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