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TOBY

All I can see is Shy’s glorious dick in front of me as he kneels with his legs open on the bed. I can hear Donnie getting undressed, but with how Shy tied off the head harness, I can’t turn around to look without full on pinwheeling on the mattress. And I know that Shiloh will pin me if I attempt it.

Ooooh, it’s tempting.

But I’m enjoying the sight of my kitten’s cock perking up in response to the vision that he’s seeing. Donnie was an athlete so his body is probably fucking god-like. I mean, it looks that way with clothes on, so I can’t wait to get a glimpse with clothes off.

There’s a flash of something in the corner of my eye and it sounds like there’s noise coming from the closet. What else could he be pulling out?

“You’re getting everything you want, pup,” Shiloh whispers as he runs the back of his fingers along my cheek. “It was never safe enough to go this farwith just us two and definitely not at the club. We can trust Donnie. I want him to own us both.”

“Mmmmmmm!” I try to make a sound of agreement since I can’t nod.

“I knew you’d agree,” he says, leaning down to plant a kiss on my forehead.

The feel of leather against my ankle has me kick out involuntarily, but Donnie just chuckles from behind me. I feel his weight drop onto my back as he sits astride me. Rolling my eyes up, I see him and Shiloh kiss above me as I struggle to take a breath.

Pressing is something I’ve always been curious about. Hell, most of the breath play scenarios are interesting to me. But it’s extremely dangerous to do it without an experienced partner.

I feel a hand against my neck, and before the black spots really start to encroach on my vision, the weight is lifted off. I suck in deep breaths through my nose and float on the verge of subspace for a bit. I’m not sure how long I drifted, but when I come back to myself, I see Donnie’s hand stroking Shy’s cock less than six inches from my face.

“Come for me, Kitten,” Donnie’s voice seems to vibrate through me even though he’s not talking to me. I try to bring my legs together to get some friction on my aching dick, but realize I can’t. I can lift my feet off the bed and even push up slightly on my knees if I wiggle. But my legs are fixed apart.

He put me in a spreader. Oh, my stars! I should buy a lottery ticket. I’ve never been so lucky.

Before I can even fully process this, Shiloh cries out above me. Ropes of cum shoot out of his cock and land on my face while I struggle to move. I’m not sure if I want to be closer or farther away, but I know my body wants to move, wants release.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Donnie scolds as his hand slaps down on my bare ass cheek. “Good pups know how to Stay. Clean him up, Kitten.”

Closing my eyes, I wait for the tissues or cloth to rub against my face to clean me up. Instead, my eyes fly open when I realize Shiloh islickingme clean. My hips start rutting against the mattress of their own volition.

This is too freaking sexy.

This is my fifteen year old porn-loving mind’s wet dream.

SMACK!

Donnie’s hand makes contact with the other cheek and I can’t stop the pitiful whine that escapes my throat.

“Looks like we need to do some training with our pup,” he says as I feel his weight leaving the bed. Shiloh gets up as well. Before I can safeword to let them know that leaving me alone is a hard limit for me, I am being dragged across the bed by the spreader bar.

When my waist reaches the edge of the bed, the bar is dropped so my feet are on the floor. Hands pull me to a standing position. Before I can get my bearings, what with being stuck staring at the ceiling and all, Donnie hoists me up, using his shoulder, and carries me a short distance. I don’t understand why except that I’mcompletely in the open and won’t have the bed to fall onto if I try to move.

“Now, Toby, I’m sure our kitten wants some more cream. Would you help him with that while I have my own treat?”

“Hhrm?”

My question is answered by a dark chuckle as wet heat engulfs my cock. I jump and would have fallen, except for the strong arms that wrap around me from behind. Donnie looks down into my startled eyes with a smirk.

“Time for my own treat,” he whispers in my ear as he disappears again from my sight.

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SHILOH

Toby and I have given each other hand jobs before, but never crossed that line before today. It’s not that I never wanted to. I was always afraid that I would lose him if we ever went that far. Somehow, with the addition of Donald Hastings, things just click in a way that I can’t describe.

I roll my eyes up to watch as Donnie glides his hands down Toby’s restrained body. Watching him kneel behind our pup while I’m in front is a bit of a power trip. Toby might be the one standing, but he’s completely in our control.

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