Page 61 of Yours to Break

“Mmm, yeah, we’re definitely getting that done soon. I’d say we should get our dicks pierced, but there’s no way I’m fucking him with a condom on for weeks. I love filling him with cum too damn much to give up.” I whined, starting to fall into that floaty headspace I’d become addicted to. My hips wiggled as I tried to get Hayes to give some attention to my other hole as well.

“Aw, he’s shaking his hips,” Hayes mused. “Does our little whore need his pussy stuffed?”

“I think he does. How wet is he?” I shuddered as Hayes’s finger slid out of my ass to grab my hip. His other hand then lightly rubbed over my front hole, teasing me.

Hayes said to Hudson, “He’s soaked. Just fucking dripping.” He spread my folds open using his thumb and pointer finger. “God, I love this hole. You’re such a perfect little fucktoy for us, aren’t you?”

Hudson ribbed, “Are you going to fuck him like he needs or am I going to have to come down there and show you how it’s done?”

I shouted around the dick in my mouth as Hayes’s entire length slammed into me. The bite of pain from not being stretched beforehand only spiked my arousal. Hayes pulled out all the way until just his tip was inside of me, then thrusted in deep again. He began fucking me at a brutal pace. All I could do was moan and pant around Hudson’s dick as he matched his brother’s speed and rhythm.

“Is that good enough for you, brother?” Hayes grunted.

“God, yeah—fuck, you close, pet?” I met Hudson’s eyes and whined, hoping he understood that I was. He smirked and pushed past the resistance to slide his cock down my throat. “Fuck him even harder, Hayes. I-I’m… oh, fuck—I’m fucking his throat, gonna come quickly,” Hudson moaned. My vision began to darken from the lack of oxygen. I could feel my orgasm building low in my belly, so close to peaking.

Hayes’s thick cock pounded me hard, pushing me forward until my face was pressed against Hudson’s skin and pubic hair. I took a deep breath in through my nose, moaning at the strong scent ofhim.

“Take it, pet. Fuck—drink it all up,” Hudson growled as he came, spurting down my throat. Hayes’s hips punched forward, hitting a sensitive spot inside and causing my orgasm to spark.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock, precious. Ah—Yes!” Hayes shouted, grinding his cock as deep as possible while he released, filling me with pleasurable heat.

My body went limp between them.

“Nice and cum-drunk.” I lazily lifted my gaze to see Hudson, looking down at me with a pleased grin. “Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, then I need inside that ass.”

I moaned weakly as Hayes pulled his softening cock from my hole. He gave my butt a gentle pat before carefully rolling me onto my back. After tucking himself away, he picked me up and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head. I buried my face into his chest, soaking up his body heat.

“Hudson, should we say it now?” Hayes murmured as they began to walk us out of the woods. I glanced over at Hudson, who shrugged, then gave an affirmative nod. “We love you,” he whispered into my hair.

“You can’t,” I blurted out.

“Well, we’re saying that we can. Just for you, though. Don’t expect us to ever say that to anyone else,” Hudson said.

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you earlier,” Hayes added, ducking slightly to avoid a spiderweb that hung from a low branch.

“Why didn’t you?”

Hayes let out a breath, his arms tightening slightly around me as if the question weighed more than it should. “Because stuff like that—those words having so much power—that’s not something we’re used to. It didn’t seem necessary to say it back, and we didn’t know you needed us to. I don’t…. I don’t think what we feel for you translates directly into one word. And we’ll neverloveyou the same way that you do towards us—I don’t mean that how I assume you just took it since you flinched.” I hid my face, flushing. “But what we feel for you is a version of it, it’s just—”

“Could you try to describe how you feel about me? I… I think that might help me understand,” I asked quietly.

“Course, baby,” Hudson said. “It may not be a great explanation, though. We’ve never felt this way for anyone before, so it’s a bit hard to put into words.”

Hudson was quiet for a beat, his footsteps crunching against the forest floor. Then, slowly, he said, “It’s like… like you’re the only thing that gets through. Like you being with us filters the noise in our heads, the boredom, the need to hurt things just to feel something. It’s quieter when you’re around. You make things clearer. We don’t want to hurt you—well, we want to hurt you a bit, but not destroy you. We want tounderstandyou. That’s not normal for us.”

Hayes added, softer than usual, “And we think about you when we’re not with you. Not in the usual way. Not just sex or play. We think about how you’re doing. If you’re warm enough. If you ate. We don’t think about people like that. But with you, we care even when it’s inconvenient. Especially when it’s inconvenient. It feels right to take care of you. And yeah, our way of doing that is a bit… unorthodox, to say the least, but we just can’t have a normal relationship with you. It’s not enough. You feel big. You’re a tiny little thing, but you’re so much bigger than all of it. You’re bigger than any job we could ever take, bigger than our selfishness, bigger thananything. We need everything about you.”

“And when you smile at us,” Hudson said, a little quieter now, “it hits differently. When you cry, I want to lick up each and every tear. When you scream, I want it to be at me—or us. We need to possess you. Your emotions, your thoughts, your body, fucking everything, sweetheart. I know it’s not the kind of love you’ve probably dreamed of, but we can’t give you that. So, whether or not everything we feel for you amounts to love or not, we’ll still say it. We’ll say it everyday, as much as you need, because if anyone else ever fucking says those words to you, we will literally put them into a garbage compactor. Aside from your friend, I guess—I’m not happy about that—but we get that what you have with him is much different than what you have with us. He’ll never own you like we do.”

Neither of them looked at me, which only made it feel more honest. My chest ached, but not in the awful, drowning way it had before. This was a different kind of ache—the kind that came with hope, however cautious.

I took a shaky breath. My throat was tight, like my body didn’t trust me to speak without falling apart.

“I didn’t run because I hate you, I love you to the point it scares me,” I said quietly. “I ran because I thought I was going to disappear.”

Their steps slowed, like they were trying to make sure they heard every word. I could practically hear their brains working to understand. It was sweet in a weird kind of way.

“I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Everything was moving so fast. One day I was just… me. And then suddenly, I was yours. Or supposed to be. And I didn’t know what that meant.” I clutched Hayes’s hoodie, trying to keep the tears from spilling out of my eyes. “I thought maybe if I left, I’d remember who I was before.”

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