Page 29 of Yours to Break

“It’s okay, pet. He’s just getting you ready for your tail. You’re going to look sohandsome. Don’t you want that? You want to look handsome for us?” Hayes purred.

Oliver stuttered, “Y-yes?” I replaced my thumb with my pointer finger, plunging it into his tight, burning hot hole. “Ah! No, that feels weird, I d-don’t like it!”

“Shit, Hayes. His ass feels like silk. It’s fucking luxurious.” I pumped my finger into him, relishing in the feel.

Hayes continued his calming petting, throwing me a devilish grin. “And it’s all ours. His ass, mouth, and little boy cunt. We get to mold him into exactly what we want, brother. We’ll break him; ruin him, then make himneedour cocks until he can’t survive without them.”

Oliver’s hips jolted when I pushed my middle finger into him alongside my pointer. He cried quietly, “Hurts. Please.”

I smirked, sliding my fingers out. “That better?” I watched as he bobbed his head up and down. I covered the plug with more lube, making sure it was slick. “I was just trying to get you all stretched and ready for your tail, baby. Should’ve known our slut likes a bite of pain.” I began pushing the plug into him, grinning at his whines of discomfort as I made his hole yield to the toy.

As it slid home, he gasped. I couldn’t help but give his tail a gentle tug, chuckling when it made Oliver’s breath hitch.

I cooed, “There. Doesn’t that feel nice, Oliver? I bet the fur feels real good against your thighs.”

“Such a beautiful pup for us. You’re just missing a few more things,” Hayes said, grabbing Oliver by the shoulders and lifting him up to sit on his haunches. Oliver shivered as his new plug shifted inside of him. Hayes reverently picked up Oliver’s new collar, rubbing his thumbs against the expensive, buttery soft leather. It was taupe in color, padded on the inside to be comfortable against his sensitive skin. The silver tag attached readProperty of Hayes & Hudson Cohen.

“Does it feel alright? Pinching anywhere?” I asked, examining it around his neck.

Oliver mumbled, “No, it’s soft… It… I like the pressure, it feels…” A rosy blush spread across his face as his voice trailed off.

“It looks perfect, precious. I’m going to put your ears on now, but it’s okay if they come off while you’re sleeping,” Hayes said. He placed the ear headband on Oliver, brushing over the dark fur.

“Are we putting the bite gag on?” I asked my twin.

He shook his head. “No. I think we should keep that out at night, give him a break from it.” I agreed. He smiled, addressing Oliver, “Alright, bedtime, pet.” He pulled Oliver down so that he lay on his side, then draped the fluffy blankets over him. “We’re just going to give you something to help you get some sleep.”

I uncapped the syringe that I’d prepared earlier and injected it into Oliver’s arm.

Welcome home, beautiful boy.

13

Oliver

When I woke up, it was dark. At first, I couldn’t understand where I was, and my memories of the night before were foggy.

Everything came flooding back when I rolled over onto my back and felt pressure where there shouldn’t have been pressure.

The gun; Hudson fingering me; peeing myself; the pills; the… I couldn’t breathe.

I wanted to scream; I wanted to throw things. But I couldn’t. I think I was in shock, unable to move an inch, to swallow, to whisper, to anything.

I thought they wanted to date me.

I was so fucking dumb. So stupid.

They were going to kill me, weren’t they? The date and all the visits to my shop were all to get me to lower my guard.

A silent tear trickled from my eye. I’d just been an easy target.

The loud creak of the door opening echoed in the dismal room, jolting me out of the stupor I’d been in. Ignoring the aching discomfort from whatever was in my ass, I scrambled backwards until my back was flat against the wall of the glass box cell thing I was in.

When I managed to glance up, I found Hayes standing near the door of my cell, holding a tray.

“I have breakfast. Mind if I come in?” he asked politely.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t, but I don’t think I have a choice,” I responded cuttingly.

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