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I hold my breath until I feel a hand wrap around my cock and slowly start to stroke it. Looking down, I love to see the contrast of Shiloh’s dark to my light as my cock disappears into his fist over and over again.

“I will love you forever if you let me,” Don whispers, brushing his fingers through my damp hair. I tear my eyes away from Shiloh’s hand on my dick to look at the man who owns me heart and soul. Well, the pieces that Shiloh hadn’t already claimed at least.

“I love you, too” I gasp out as Shiloh squeezes a bit tighter and pulls his hand away. “I love both of you so much and I’m sorry I struggled to show it the last few weeks.”

Before I can turn around to look at my best friend when he pulls back, Owner grabs my chin and forces me to look at him instead. The snick of a bottle cap registers too late for my brain to realize what is happening. By the time it catches up, Shiloh is already pressing against my asshole.

“It’s going to be tight, but I don’t have the patience to do prep tonight, Tobe. I love you too much to hurt you, but I need you too much to wait. Tell me you’re okay with this, pup.”

I can’t bring myself to say the words, but Don seems to understand. He sees it in my eyes what I can’t make my mouth say and nods to our lover to continue. He reaches down to resume stroking me slowly to help ease the burn of Shiloh’s entering me.

Time stretches on for what seems like forever as Shy slowly pushes inside while our owner lazily strokes me off.

It burns.

It hurts.

Donnie’s eyes never leave my face, tracking every flicker of emotion that races across my features.

It feels amazing and wonderful and torturous all at the same time. My body can’t decide if it wants to stop or never surrender. I want to freeze like a statue and thrash like a wild beast. It’s amazing and terrifying and I can’t stop the tears from falling.

“Let it go, Toby. You can let go. We’ll always catch you.”

Owner’s words are the final pushI need and my orgasm crashes over me. I taste blood in the back of my throat from the force of my howl, but I let it all drift away on the bliss I feel seeing the men I love smiling down at me.

I don’t want to close my eyes, but eventually exhaustion wins out.

70

SHILOH

The last day of the semester is always bittersweet, but this time I feel like it’s transformative. For the first time since I was a kid, I’m looking forward to Christmas. Toby has officially moved into the apartment with us, and we turned my old room into an office for Don and a studio for me.

I’m going to miss having access to the full art building for the next three weeks, but at least I can paint and sketch in the apartment. It was always too busy at Kink Manor to get enough down time to really let go creatively. My downtime was usually spent in kitten space in the basement if I got any.

“All done for the year, Kitten?” Don comes around the counter to greet me with a kiss before I take my usual seat at our table. I nod as he heads back to help Sid clear the unexpected rush of students. They all seem to be needing a last minute caffeine fix before hitting theroads.

It doesn’t hurt that most of the professors canceled classes to give the out of town students the opportunity to beat the winter storm they’re calling for tonight. Days like this make me glad I took the loan offered by the old landlord to be able to come here for school.

“Toby should be here soon,” I tell him as I pull out a sketchbook to mess around with the logo for the café they want to build together. “He wanted to drop something off to that Greg guy before he left to head home. I guess he’s graduating early and Toby still feels bad about the fight back in the beginning of the semester.”

The blast of cold air from the door makes me shiver before I turn to see who was asshole enough to push the door open that wide. I freeze in place as I lock eyes with my worst nightmare in the flesh.

“DONNIE!” I scramble out of my seat and race behind the counter in terror. Don grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me behind him to face down the demon that destroyed me.

“You need to leave,” Sid growls out while I hide behind my owner. I’ve never been so thankful that Toby is late. He would attack Michael and then I would lose him. Don and Sid could probably take him eventually if they worked together, but my best friend would be snapped like a twig.

“I just want to drop this off. You’ll never see me again.” Michael’s voice sounds different, softer, from what I remember, but then again, monsters are always worse in our dreams and memories. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry Shiloh. I fucked up both of our lives all becauseof a bastard who cared more about his image than being a decent human being.”

The woosh of the door and blast of cold air isn’t enough for me to accept that he’s left. I keep my eyes squeezed shut, hiding as much as I’m able behind the man I love, but when Don turns his back to the door, I know we survived my worst nightmare.

“I can handle this solo for a bit,” Sid says as I bury my face into my owner’s chest. I can barely stay upright from the crash of adrenaline. “Why don’t you guys head to the office for a bit? I’ll send your pup back when he gets here.”

Donnie thanks his employee and pulls me down on the futon in his office, wrapping his arms around me tightly while I feel like I’m vibrating out of my skin. It could have been minutes or hours, but eventually the shaking stops and I don’t feel like the world is shattering around me anymore.

“Do you want to read the letter now or wait for Toby to get here?”

I didn’t even notice a letter next to Don on the futon. Where did it come from?

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