“Do better,” Ryker instructed.
Dylan barked, and this time he managed something almost believable.
“Good puppy. That’s all I want to hear out of you.” Ryker leaned in and placed a wet kiss on Dylan’s temple. He let go of his hair and shoved him toward Steve’s waiting foot. “Now show us all what a horny little puppy you are and hump Steve’s boot.”
Dylan scampered over to Steve’s proffered leg, straddling it and draping himself over Steve’s leg and pushing his face into the alpha’s inner thigh.
Steve held his cock by the base of his shaft and slapped the heavy length down on the back of Dylan’s head, pushing it down with the flat of his palm and leaning his head back with a growl of pleasure.
“Does puppy want a bone?” August asked, standing up and walking around the coffee table so that he could crouch down next to Dylan and stroke his hair. “Come on, make some noise if you want Steve’s bone.”
Dylan shuddered, his face still buried in Steve’s thigh, but then he let out a small whimper followed by a needy little bark.
August looked up at Ryker, and Ryker couldn’t hold back his snort of amusement at the delight on his mate’s face.
“Good puppy,” Steve growled, releasing his cock and grabbing Dylan by the nape of his neck. He shoved him into the space next to his balls, his teeth bared in a grimace of pleasure, and pushed his cock into the side of Dylan’s head. “Lick my balls, puppy.”
Dylan moaned and started licking, clearly enjoying the musky taste of Steve’s crotch, and Ryker’s cock throbbed in envy as he watched Steve push Dylan’s head back and rub the tip of his cock all over his face.
Dylan opened his mouth, trying to catch Steve’s bulbous cockhead, but Steve seemed determined to paint his entire face slick with pre-come before he let him taste his member.
“Do you want it?” Steve teased, slapping his length down on Dylan’s nose. Dylan let out an impatient whine, humping his hips and grinding his crotch down on the shaft of Steve’s boot as he tried to get the tip of Steve’s cock into his mouth.
“I think he does,” August said, slapping Dylan’s ass and making him rear his head back in shock. “He’s a greedy puppy.”
August spanked him again, and Dylan shuddered. He wasn’t the only one affected. Steve was staring down at August’s hand with an intent expression, lips parted and breaths coming in fast little pants.
“Do that again,” he said, licking his lips.
“What, this?” August smacked Dylan’s ass one more time. The sound of his broad hand coming down on Dylan’s butt filled the room, more of a thud than a slapping sound because of the thick cotton of Dylan’s sweatpants getting in the way.
“Yeah,” Steve said, licking his lips again. “Spank his ass.”
Dylan slumped over Steve’s thigh, hugging the muscular limb like he was hugging the branch of a tree and trying not to fall, pushing his face into Steve’s taint as August started spanking his ass with increasingly hard slaps.
“Let’s get rid of these,” August growled, dragging Dylan’s sweats down around his thighs, exposing his red ass and letting his cock spring free.
Dylan lifted his hips to position his cock against Steve’s boot, humping Steve’s leg like an actual puppy as August resumed spanking his ass.
“Hold on,” Ryker said, gesturing for August to stop. He leaned down and spread Dylan’s cheeks, checking on his hole. It was still inflamed and red, looking abused and sore, and Ryker resisted the impulse to stroke over the tender opening with the pad of his finger. “He’s still pretty sore, so be careful.”
“Of course,” August said, groping Dylan’s cheeks and squeezing them. “Dylan, have you had enough spanking?”
Dylan hesitated, but after a beat he nodded.
“All right, we’ll stop it there.” August released his cheeks, giving them a tender pat. “You’re being such a good boy for us.”
Ryker grinned, tapping Steve on his shoulder and getting his attention. “Let him suck your cock. I think you’ve made him wait long enough.”
Dylan made an eager sound of agreement, lifting his head and looking at Steve with a bashful sort of want that was as adorable as it was sexy.
“Sure,” Steve said, grinning and holding his cock out so that Dylan could lean in and take it into his mouth. “How close are you to coming?”
Dylan opened his mouth to answer but then seemed to remember that he wasn’t supposed to talk.
Steve grinned. “Use your words. Are you close?”
Dylan nodded and then gasped when Steve lifted his foot and rubbed the tip of his boot against the boy’s taint.
