“I might know a place where we could get one. We can game plan it later. We will need to get shit ready for her and go over how we want to do her training.” A yawn slips out as I crack my back. “We can talk it over during supper. B when you swallow his load, come find me.”
My hand cups my rock hard cock through my jeans, and Charlie chuckles. “I have another hose for you to drink from,” I say as I perve. Bravo hums, causing C to moan and fist his hair even harder.
I cackle like a hyena as I leave them to it, a plan already forming in my mind. B was right; it would help us out with jobs like this. Plus, I wouldn’t have to be careful like with the club whores.
I could really let loose on this one. She’d be ours. I’ve always wanted a pet, someone to mould to be exactly what my brothers and I need.
Most girls would scream if a set of triplets wanted to share her around between themselves in various combinations. I have a feeling whoever we get from a filthy auction house will not share the same enthusiasm. Not with the way I plan to treat her.
At least this will help with the rut we’ve been in. Things are about to get fun around here.
I take a seat at my office desk, typing away for a few minutes, before a rumpled B stumbles through my door and gets on his knees under my desk. I don’t say anything as he unzips me and pulls me out.
His mouth is warm as he takes my raging boner between his lips, and I think to myself, ‘It’s not weird, because his dick is my dick.’
Bravo swallows my cock in one go, his throat constricting as my tip slips past his uvula. Drool drips out of the corners of his lips, coating my balls as he guzzles me down. Leaning back in my chair, I watch his eyes roll back as he works.
My phone rings with an incoming call, and I let out a frustrated groan. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Chapter 1
2 Years Later
Cotton. That’s the first thought that crosses my fuzzy brain as I groggily awaken. Smacking my lips together to conjure some spit for my dry throat, I try to piece together what happened.
I’ve never had a hangover like this before. None of my thoughts make sense. My mind races as events and memories fly through, but nothing sticks. Each one simply switches to a different train before I can grasp it.
Why do I notfeel my bed under me?
Why am I so cold?
Where are my blankets?
Am I laying on the floor?
I pry my dry, crusty eyes open, blinking rapidly to get my vision to focus. God, how much did I drink? My hand comes up to rub at the throbbing in my head.
I let out a whine as my attempt to sit up fails. My body splayed out on the hard cold stone under me. The contents of my stomach churn as I breathe deeply.
Why does my room smell damp and moldy?
Taking another deep breath, I noticed the smell of stale sweat and body waste.
Fuck, did I shit myself in my drunken state?
My vision clears enough that I notice bars above my head. Puzzled, I look to my left, seeing the same bars. My chest tightens as I drag myself to a sitting position and survey my surroundings.
Prison bars? No, the space is too small for a prison cell. My body chills as I scoot back until I smack into the wall behind me.
Vomit threatens to come up as I realize I’m in a cage. I cover my hand over my mouth to stop it from coming out.
Why the fuck am I in a cage?
How did I end up here?
Where is here?
I look down and finally notice that I’m naked!
