Page 28 of Yours to Break

“It’s okay, pet. Come as much as you like—Master will clean it all up for you,” I moaned, flicking my tongue out and shivering at that addictive taste.

Oliver squealed as I began feasting; licking, sucking, and nipping, I explored and devoured. I smirked at his now soaking wet asshole before plunging my tongue in and out of the tight little cavern. His thighs began to tremble despite the muscle relaxant qualities of the drug. I drew my tongue back from his ass before moving upward to his glistening folds. Desiring his cum in my stomach, I sucked his genuinely fucking adorable tiny dick into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.

“O-oh! Oh! C-coming, I’m coming—please! Please, ahh!” He rambled, eyes rolling back in his head. His hips shook with his pleasure as he ejaculated, spurting a milky, sweet cream onto my tongue.

“Fuck, Hudson. I almost came in my pants just watching that.”

I glanced up at my brother as I gleefully swallowed Oliver’s cum. Hayes was flushed, and his cock was straining against the confines of his black pants to the point where you could see each and every vein pulsing with need.

I gave Oliver a long lick from the crease of his butt to his penis, licking up every drop of his arousal. He whined and tried to squirm away from the overstimulation.

I pressed a kiss onto his stomach, meeting Hayes’s eyes as I did so. Hayes sat down right above where Oliver’s head was on the dog bed.

“I hate that I’m saying this, but I think we shouldn’t fuck him tonight. I know that was the plan, but he’s really out of it—more than I was expecting,” Hayes sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I think we may have fucked up with the dosing.”

“I mean, he reacted pretty well just a second ago when I was eating him out,” I deadpanned.

“But just think of how muchmoreresponsive he’ll be when it wears off.” I petted Oliver’s soft stomach, longingly imagining stuffing him with our cum.

“Fine, but I get to go first. Deal?”

Hayes glared at me. “You’ll understand once he’s writhing on your cock and begging you to stop. ‘Oh, Hudson! You’re too big! No, stop!” I shook with laughter from Hayes’s impression, and slapped him playfully on the arm.

“Idiot,” I huffed, rolling my eyes in both amusement and annoyance. “We’re still going to get him all trussed up in his gear, right? It’ll be easy with him so compliant like this.”

“Oh, most definitely,” he agreed, a fond smile on his face. “What do you want to start with?” Hayes gestured to the array of items laid out beside him.

“Hmm… I guess his mitts?” I decided, plucking the pet play mitts from the floor. We’d had most—if not all—of his gear and toys custom-made. His mitts were a chocolate color to match his hair. We knew he was sensitive to textures, so the insides were a plush velvet material. I picked up his hands one by one, curling them into loose fists, and slipping them in.

I was thrilled to find out how Oliver would react to his “puppification” in the morning. For now, at least, he was lazily examining his new paws, running them up and down his chest and belly.

From what we’d learned about Oliver through general surveillance and some light hacking, it appeared that he had no sexual experiences, let alone kink experiences. His browsing history revealed that he very rarely searched for porn. Scratch that—he never searched for porn. Crazy.

We knew he had some interest in sex and relationships, but he never went out of his way to obtain those things. Personally, I fucking loved that he was a virgin. Hayes and I would be the only ones to ever be inside of him, own him, breed him, teach him. We may have only seen him as a quick fuck in the beginning, but now, we’d never give him up. He was our long-awaited pet. He was our possession.

Not even Greyson could take him from us now.

“Here,” Hayes said, handing me the soft black shorts to put on Oliver. What were they again? Velour? More importantly, the shorts had a slit at the back specifically for tail plugs.

“Wait, do we put the shorts on first or put the plug in first?”

“Oh, uh. Probably shorts, right?” Hayes guessed.

I shrugged, but maneuvered Oliver’s feet through the leg holes. I shimmied the fabric up, thanking Hayes as he lifted Oliver’s butt from his bed. With the shorts in place, it was time for his tail to go in.

I grabbed the tail from beside us, brushing through the thick chocolate fur. Many pups used those short rubber tails, but we hadn’t thought they’d suit him like a faux fur one would. The plug would keep him stretched, but only to the width of two of my fingers.

“Need to roll you over for a minute,” I told Oliver. He just smiled faintly, his exhaustion from the eventful day and our possible medication error pulling him under.

I sucked in a breath as I got him on his stomach. For such a little thing, he had an ass that I was dying to wreck.

No. Focus.

Oh,fuck.I ground my teeth together, unable to look away at how each mound fit perfectly in my hands. I typically fucked guys smaller than me—it was hard not to at my size—but none were ever even close to as tiny as he was. I briefly considered whether my dick, let alone my dickplusHayes’s, was actually too big for him. Would we be rearranging his organs every time we thrust into those tight holes? Potentially. Did that turn me on? Yes.

Pouring some viscous lube onto my fingers from the bottle Hayes had handed me, I thought out loud, “We should make sure to have some pain meds ready for after we fuck him.” Using one hand to keep his cheeks pulled apart, I pressed my thumb to his asshole, groaning at how it eagerly pulsated against the digit. I pushed just the tip into him.

“T-that feels weird… I don’t want you touching there…” He whimpered pitifully, struggling weakly in my hold. Hayes placed his hand on Oliver’s head, stroking his hair.

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