“I meant okay to the tying me up, not the ball stuff!” Dylan said, looking down at Ryker’s glorious bubble butt.
“If you say so,” Ryker said, carrying him out of the living room. Dylan lifted his head, meeting August’s gaze as he walked out of the room behind them.
August winked, but Dylan was not reassured.
Ryker had better not think he was allowed to start spanking his balls or he’d have another thing coming.
The spark of adrenaline from Ryker’s threat to his testicles had woken him right up, and he no longer wanted to go to sleep. Staring down at Ryker’s ass, he wondered if maybe instead of doing evil things to his balls, he’d agree to sit on Dylan’s face.
He decided to ask him once they were in the playroom.
21
RYKER
Ryker stood with his back against the wall, fondling the tip of his favorite crop as he watched August stand behind their little mate, looming over his lean frame and whispering sweetly into his as he tried to convince the boy that he should let them put him in a muzzle.
Dylan was staring down at the supple leather in August’s fingers, held just below his chin and ready to go on, his expression tinged with just the right amount of trepidation to make Ryker’s cock twitch.
He didn’t want Dylan to be scared – he should enjoy everything they did together – but a little nervousness was fun.
“You’ll still be able to safeword,” August said, lifting the muzzle up to Dylan’s chin. It was made to wrap around the lower part of Dylan’s face, with straps under his jaw and around his head that would keep it firmly in place. August lifted his hand, nestling Dylan’s chin into the muzzle and smoothing it up over his mouth and under his jaw. He leaned in and kissed Dylan’s ear. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”
Despite his apparent nerves, Dylan’s cock was rock hard, his eyes glazed over with lust.
“What do you say, Dylan?” August pinched his nipple, playing with it and making Dylan moan.
Dylan threw his head back, August holding the muzzle over the lower part of his face, baring his throat and unconsciously putting his new claiming bites on display. Ryker stared at his mark, which despite being only an hour or so old already looked mostly healed.
His claim – and August’s – had taken beautifully. Dylan was indisputably and irrevocablypack.
“You’ll like it, I promise.”
August kept trying to convince Dylan to wear the muzzle.
“Okay,” Dylan finally mumbled, his voice muffled by the muzzle and August’s hand holding it in place.
Ryker’s cock twitched at the look of satisfaction on August’s face. His mate made quick work of buckling the muzzle into place, pulling the straps tight and adjusting them until the buttery soft leather was hugging the lower part of Dylan’s face tight enough that he could see the outline of his lips.
Dylan’s eyes widened when August pulled the strap under his chin tight, preventing him from opening his jaw, but he relaxed when August leaned in and instructed him to practice using his safe-sound.
“Ah-ah, ah-ah,” Dylan said, shaking his head for good measure.
“Good boy.” August hugged Dylan tight against his chest and pinched both his nipples, rolling them around and tugging on them. “You make that noise, and everything stops.”
Dylan hummed his agreement, leaning back against August’s chest and closing his eyes.
As he worked Dylan’s nipples, August got progressively more rough. His nostrils flared, his gaze lifting to meet Ryker’s and seeking his approval. Having an idea of what he wanted, Ryker nodded.
“Let’s practice,” August growled, turning his attention back to Dylan. “Safeword when you don’t like it anymore.”
Dylan made a confused noise, which turned into a startled cry when August pinched down hard on his nipples and twisted them with a vicious twist. Ryker watched, cock dripping and balls throbbing, as August rubbed, pinched and twisted Dylan’s nipples with deliberate cruelty.
It didn’t take Dylan long to make his safe-noise. The sound burst out of his mouth, the noise loud and insistent.
August stopped immediately and hugged him tight. He rubbed his hands over Dylan’s belly and nuzzled into his throat, kissing his claiming bite and mumbling praise.
“That’s a good boy,” he said, voice rumbling and rough. “Being so good for alpha and telling him when it’s too much.”
