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On a particularly deep thrust, Oliver’s thighs shook, his body going tight, before a long cry echoed across the room.

“Good boy,” I groaned, giving a quick squeeze to his hip. Oliver’s breathless pants grew louder as Hayes slipped his fingers from his mouth. “Should we bring him down now?” I asked Hayes, palming my erection.

Hayes nodded, dragging a finger lightly down Oliver’s naked form. I watched my twin’s expression intently, obsessed with the way he looked at our pet like he was a gift. Our gift.

Our treasure.

Our little one, our pup, our pet, our precious, our baby, our slut.

Our everything.

Fuck. Oliver had trained us just as well as we had him.

19

Hayes

I’d strapped Lane’s abuser to an old operating table, a gag in his mouth to put a stop to his moronic rambling. For the show we had planned, I had forced his head to lie on its side—we wanted him to have a good view, after all.

The creep’s eyes widened as the three of us entered the torture room. He wriggled in his bindings, his muffled voice rousing Oliver from the orgasmic haze he’d been in as Hudson had carried him down the steps.

Oliver startled, gasping, “There’s a person. Oh god. Why am I naked? I don’t wanna fuck him!”

Hudson shushed him. “Jesus, no, we wouldn’t let that fucker’s cock anywhere near you, Ollie. It’s okay. Remember, we talked about sharing? Even though we share you with each other, no one else will ever get to touch you. If someone tries to, we’ll slit their throat. Got it?” Oliver nodded quickly as color returned to his previously panicked face.

“I got it. I’m sorry, I remember all that, but I just saw him and I just—WhyamI naked?”

I chuckled fondly, “We’re going to fuck you in front of him.” Oliver’s head swiveled to see me, his brows raised high. “We wouldn’t normally allow anyone to see you like this, but this man is going to die.”

Hudson chimed in, “And do you know who he is, pet?”

Oliver frowned, his eyes squinting as he tried to recognize the doomed man presented to him. He eventually gave up, saying, “No, I don’t think so. Do I know him?”

“This is Tate. He’s Lane’s cousin,” Hudson said.

Oliver froze, still being held snugly against Hudson’s chest. “I—Um… wow.Thatcousin?”

“Yes,” I confirmed, “he’s the one who hurt Lane. He tried to hurt him again today. Well, he did hurt him, but not as much as he planned to—and before you worry your pretty little head, your friend is okay. He’ll be better than okay soon once he’s given the chance to get revenge for everything this waste of space put him through.”

“But…” Oliver hesitated, “I don’t want to fuck with him here. I don’t wanna get off with my best friend’s rapist watching me.”

Hudson set Oliver down as he started to explain our thought process. “Tate is a bigot—a bigot that’s so much of a pussy that he’s convinced himself that raping a little boy for years doesn’t mean he likes men. He hates people like us; thinks all queer people deserve things similar to what he did to Lane. Today, he kidnapped Lane, beat him half to death, jerked off over his broken body, and tried to sell him into sex trafficking—”

“What? You said Lane is okay! That’s n-not okay—”

Hudson covered Oliver’s mouth. “Shh, be good. He’s not dead.” Tears pricked at the corners of Oliver’s downturned eyes. Hudson sighed, “He’s getting fixed up at the hospital right now. Greyson’s there, and I know you don’t like him, but I promise that he would never let your friend be hurt under his watch. It’s okay, baby.”

“He can’t die until they show up, which could be a little while. Since we can’t kill him, why not force him to watch something he hates? You’ll be hurting him without touching him,” I added, already unzipping my pants and disrobing. Oliver’s eyes caught on my cock as it sprung out from its confines. I smirked as he unconsciously licked his lips.

Hudson also began to strip. “You don’t even have to look at him, precious. This is part of his punishment. Don’t you want to be a part of it? Don’t you want to hurt him for what he did to your friend?”

Oliver swallowed nervously as he thought it over. “It’ll really hurt him?”

A slow smile spread across my face. I coaxed, “It will, baby. We promise. Now, be a good slut and let us fuck you.”

He whimpered, fidgeting as he gazed up at the both of us. The longer we silently stared down at him, towering over him in all of our naked glory, the more he fidgeted. He bit his lip, casting quick glances at our swollen, wet cocks.

Very slowly, he leaned back, using the palms of his hands to keep himself sitting up as he bent his knees and spread his thighs, exposing his gorgeous little dick, cunt, and asshole.

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