Page 17 of Yours to Break

Hayes and I weren’t typically that big into pet play. We were sadists at heart and had never taken care of anything before—be that a person, animal, or even plant. Something about Oliver just inspired new feelings in my twin and me. He seemed like he belonged at our feet, in our house, swallowing our cocks.

We’d even been researching topics that were important for his new owners to be aware of. It’d been a surprise to both of us that Oliver was transgender.

Once we’d realized that neither of us had any issues with still being sexually aroused with him, learning more about his anatomy became high on our to-do list. Neither of us had ever been with anyone who had anything other than the parts of a biological male.

Were we attracted to women? Absolutely not. Were we attracted to Oliver? More than anything, but he wasn’t a woman, so.

The fact that he had an extra hole made sense for someone who was supposed to belong to us.

I took a long sip from my coffee, setting the cup back down after on the kitchen island. I was currently stuck at home waiting for an update from Grey while Hayes was out, most likely checking up on our pet. My luck was shit with coin flips.

The day prior, Greyson had called and demanded sedatives from us. While he hadn’t been in the mood to talk—too agitated—we were able to get some info out of him in exchange for the drugs. After he had asked what the safest dose was for a twelve-pound cat, we felt we had the right to know.

Grey had explained that he was moving forward with “rehoming” his little redheaded boy, Lane, which meant, of course, he had to take the pet cat too.

It wasn’t like him to be preparing for something like a kidnapping so last minute, but apparently Lane had told him that he’d made an account on one of those hookup apps. I felt like there were probably easier ways to stop him from hooking up that didn’t involve kidnapping, but Greyson always needed to go the theatrical route.

I was waiting for the call to confirm everything had gone according to plan. When my burner phone finally rang, I wasted no time answering it. “Morning. All good?” I asked.

Greyson’s smug voice was all the answer I needed. “Good morning to you, too, Hudson. Everything is perfect. I didn’t even need to sedate Chloe for the trip.”

“Chloe?” I thought for a second. “Oh, the cat, right?”

“Yes, the cat,” he scoffed, seemingly annoyed that I hadn’t known the thing’s name.

“Okay… and how’s the human man doing?”

“Lane’s settling in. His first reaction when he woke up was to submit to me like the perfect doll he is, but then he panicked, so I left him in his room to calm down. I’m making waffles for breakfast if you’re wondering.”

“Not sure why I’d be wondering about that, but it sounds great.” I rolled my eyes. “Glad you’re happy, brother.”

“Mm,” he hummed. “Very happy.”

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That night, Hayes was on the couch, a book in his hand, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world, like we weren’t both going completely feral over the same boy. I stood in the doorway for a while before saying anything.

“You ever think maybe we’ve gone too far?”

He looked up, blinking at me like I’d asked him how to turn on the stove. “Too far with what? There are so many things we have most certainly gone too far with. Like remember when—”

I cut him off. “With Oliver.”

Hayes raised an eyebrow, sitting up a little. “You mean the guy we just ordered a custom collar for?”

I scowled. “Yes.”

“There aren’t any refunds if you changed your mind on the color. You’ll just have to deal with it or order another one.”

“Not with the collar, asshole. With him. Like… fixating so much on him? Why didn’t we stop after he said he wouldn’t fuck us? Why are we putting in so much work and time?”

That got a pause. He locked eyes with me then, his usual smirk faltering just slightly. “Hudson, are youfeelingthings?”

I rolled my eyes and sank into the armchair across from him. “Don’t be an dick.”

“I’m not. I’m just… surprised.” He carefully set his book down and leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

I hesitated because it felt stupid to say out loud. But if anyone were going to get it, it would be him.

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