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DONNIE

Wiping the tears from the corner of my eyes, I pull Toby into a hug. The pup must have heard Shiloh’s whisper to me because he threw his clothing off and raced over to us. He was just standing there, in the middle of our dining area, in full view of the open window, wearing only what God gave him.

“Sweet pup. Never change,” Shiloh gasps out as I tilt Toby’s mouth up for a kiss.

While I’m experiencing the exuberant make out styles of Tobias Grady, Shiloh goes to the window to pull the curtains closed. Pulling back from the kiss, I notice Toby is still moving his lips for a few seconds, making me chuckle. The kid has enthusiasm for sure.

Shiloh slinks up to us, reminding me so much of his kitten self than the man I’ve been sharing a home with these past weeks. Giving me a wink, he pulls Toby’s mouth to his own while keeping eye contact with me.Oh, fuck this is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, let alone experienced.

“We can do this here or my room,” I say while I watch Shiloh devour the man in my arms. “My room has lube and toys and a few other things you might be interested in.”

“Toys?!” Toby pulls away from Shiloh’s mouth to look at me excitedly. “Oh, I love toys! Do you have a cock cage? I’ve always wanted one, but I don’t have the money to spend on anything but school since I bought the pup gear.”

Shiloh puts his hand on Toby’s throat from behind and squeezes lightly. The pup and I both let out a groan. I can feel my dick start to leak from the sight of my kitten’s dark hand against the milky skin of our pup’s throat. How perfect would it be if one of these boys was into breath play?

I stop hugging Toby and pull him by the wrist into my bedroom. I notice Shiloh keeps his hand at our pup’s throat for the walk down the short hallway. As much as I don’t want to leave them to play by themselves without me seeing it, I turn to my closet to start gathering some items for us for tonight.

The lube is next to the bed, but I want to see how my boys do with some restraints. I have no intention of this being a one shot kind of night.

“On the bed, pup,” I order as I grab the lube and add it to the pile of items on the bed. “You, too, Kitten.”

Toby leaps onto my California King bed without hesitation, but Shiloh quirks a brow before saunteringover and climbing to the center. One is looking at the pile like it’s Christmas morning while the other looks skeptical.

“A straight jacket?” Shiloh picks up the leather piece I had custom made for a sub I had played with a few years ago. He was about Toby’s size and ended up moving away after he graduated college. It was meant to be his graduation gift, but he ghosted me.

“Not for you,” I say as I quickly put Toby’s arms into the sleeves while he is distracted by the rest of the pile. Zipping up the back, I yank the hair on top of Toby’s head so that I can give him another kiss to distract him further. The flash of pain is followed by a look of utter bliss before I reclaim his mouth.

Shiloh must have understood what I was intending because he wraps Toby’s arms around to secure the straps of the jacket. I don’t release our pup from the kiss until I notice Shiloh has sat back on his heels. Looking down, I see that he managed to not only secure Toby’s arms, but also the straps that go between the legs to hold the jacket in place.

It takes a few seconds for Toby’s brain to readjust and notice he’s been restrained. Watching him start squirming and flopping on the bed is as humourous as it is arousing.

“Are you ok with this, Toby?” I ask him honestly. “Stoplight colors will do for tonight.”

“So fucking GREEN!” he growls out as he arches up on the bed, still struggling against the bonds. “I want more!”

Shiloh picks up a muzzle gag from the pile of items I placed on the bed and looks at me questioningly. “Can I put this on him?”

Toby is nodding enthusiastically, but I freeze. “I won’t take away his ability to safeword.”

Both of them look at me in surprise. I don’t know if I can do this. I can’t have him in the straightjacket and a gag. It’s not safe at all.

Shiloh takes my hand and places it on his cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“Toby loves being gagged and restrained. His nonverbal safeword for his hands is 3 snaps, but if his hands are sealed like this, he will click his heels 3 times.”

“Like Dorothy,” Toby pipes up helpfully. “I really do like this a lot, but if you need to be a bit more vanilla in the beginning, I understand. I can be a handful and mrph…”

Shiloh shoves the ball-gag part of the muzzle into Toby’s open mouth while he is still talking and secures the straps to lock the harness in place. I notice he grabbed the one where the muzzle part is removeable. Before I can ask why, he rolls Toby onto his stomach and pulls a piece of rope through the top of the harness to attach to Toby’s arms, effectively forcing our pup to keep his head back.

“If you want to use a spreader or secure his legs in some way, three grunts also work for his safeword when he’s trussed up.”

Toby makes a sequence of grunts in groups of threes to prove the point, and I’m wondering how the fuck Istumbled upon my wet dream like this. Not only do these boys understand bondage and restraints, they also have a predetermined system of safety protocols for play.

“Oh, Pet, I am going to have so much fun with you,” I murmur as I stand up to take off my clothes. Once I’m completely naked, I go into the closet to grab my spreader bar. I guess we are going all out tonight.

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