Carver reached down and gave the base of the plug a tug of his own, a dark laugh rumbling in his chest. The sound made Peter’s skin prickle, a tingling sensation spreading through his body.
“Think he can take a size up?” Carver asked, pulling on the base of the plug with a steady pressure and forcing Peter’s ass to give it up. The stretch was just as bad going out as it was going in, only now Peter was left feeling empty.
“Let’s find out,” Tex said, pouring more lube onto Peter’s hole and positioning a new plug at the hungry entrance. Just the light touch was enough to tell Peter that this plug was considerably bigger than the last.
“Fuck,” he breathed when Tex pushed it into him, tears pooling in his eyes as the hard rubber forced him to open. It hurt, the pain sharp like a bell ringing throughout his body.
“Color?” Tex asked.
“Green,” Peter moaned. Despite the pain, it still felt good, and when the plug slipped all the way inside, it felt even better. Peter didn’t even care about his cock, his whole being narrowed down to his hole and the plug filling it.
Tex grabbed his ass with both hands and spread his cheeks, sliding down and kissing along the edge of the plug, licking the rim of Peter’s hole as he tugged on the plug, fucking it with tiny back and forth motions.
“Open your mouth,” Carver instructed. Peter obeyed without thought, still entirely focused on what Tex was doing to his ass, and it caught him off guard when the head of Carver’s cock slid past his lips.
Penetrated on both ends, surrounded by virile and dominant alphas, Peter short-circuited. He came, his whole body trembling, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through his body until he felt like he’d come apart from the force of it.
He might have blacked out because the next thing Peter knew, his hole was empty, and Carver and Tex had moved to lie down on either side of him, hugging him and petting his naked skin with gentle touches.
“You back with us?” Carver asked, sounding satisfied.
Peter mumbled a yes against Tex’s neck, feeling boneless and spent. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed.
“We want to make you happy,” Tex said, tilting his head and kissing Peter’s forehead. “That’s all we want.”
Peter closed his eyes, choosing to believe that Tex was telling the truth. The evening’s activities had certainly delivered on making him happy.
“Will you give us a chance?” Carver asked, breath warm against the back of Peter’s head.
Wasn’t that what he’d been doing?
“Okay,” he said. It wasn’t a difficult answer given that he’d already decided to try to make it work with the two alphas.
“Thank you,” Carver said, sounding relieved.
“We’ll be good to you,” Tex added, placing another kiss on Peter’s forehead. His lips were soft, and Peter’s skin tingled where they’d touched him. “I promise.”
17
Tex
Tex was extremely pleased with himself. It had been a full week since he and Carver brought Peter into their home, and so far it was just as good as he’d thought it would be. Peter was a true testament to the fact that the matching system worked. Submissive without being a doormat, Peter was exactly what he and Carver had been missing.
Carver knew it too, and though he held on to and nourished his guilt over the fact that Peter hadn’t chosen them in return, at the end of the day, he was just as happy as Tex.
They’d been working on stretching Peter’s hole, and just the night before, they’d used a knotting dildo to test how well Peter could handle a knot. He’d gritted his teeth and whimpered, but he’d stayed hard throughout the artificial knot inflating, and the only words out of his mouth had beengreen.
He was almost ready for the real thing.
Tex was on his lunch break, and like he had the last three days was heading home to see if Peter would be up for some afternoon delight. His cock had been hard from the second he turned his bike in the direction of the house.
The bulge in Tex’s uniform breeches usually verged on obscene, and with an erection he was downright pornographic.
“Hello?” Tex called out after he’d unlocked the front door, strutting into the house with his helmet tucked under his arm. He hadn’t sent Peter a text warning him that he was coming, but given that this was the fourth day in a row, he figured Peter was expecting him. “Anybody home?”
Peter appeared in the kitchen doorway, his new phone to his ear and holding up his hand to Tex that he’d be right with him. He glanced down at Tex’s bulge, licking his lips and breathing faster than he had just a second ago.
Wondering who Peter was calling, Tex walked into the kitchen and put down his helmet. He unzipped his jacket and draped it over one of the kitchen chairs, sitting down and watching Peter on the phone.
