Lane’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, wide with a cocktail of apprehension and excitement. The sight of the massive dildo had him trembling, but the degradation from earlier, the way Greyson dismissed his own cock as worthless, seemed like it had only made him more eager to take it. He nodded shakily, a soft groan escaping his lips as he leaned into Greyson’s touch.
“I’ll take it for you, Ollie. Fuck me, please,” he moaned.
The moan hung in the air, raw and needy, sealing his agreement. My pulse thundered in my ears, my hole aching with fresh slick as I watched Lane submit so beautifully.
Hudson stepped back, his voice a low rumble. “Go on, pup. Mount him. Make him whine for more.”
“Ruin him,” Greyson ordered.
Lane held his gaze as he fell forward onto his elbows and lifted his ass in the air.
I dropped to my knees, the rug soft under me as I shuffled over and positioned myself behind Lane.
“Take his tail out,” Greyson instructed me.
I shakily placed my hands on Lane’s hips, almost combusting as I did so. My hands began to roam, palms sliding up to Lane’s low back, then down his rounded cheeks.
Lane was so soft and smooth—so different from my Masters and their hard, rough bodies. Lane was pale and freckled and so freaking cute.
Biting my lip, my fingers wrapped around Lane’s tail plug, then slowly, listening for every little hitch of my friend’s breath, I began to pull.
Lane groaned when the widest part of the plug pulled on his rim, stretching him open. And when it finally popped out completely, Lane’s hips jerked, a spurt of precum dripping to the floor.
I stared in quiet awe as Lane’s hole twitched and pulsed right in front of my face. I was so enraptured that I hardly noticed Hayes getting up and walking over to us.
“Cover yourself with this,” he instructed, jolting me out of my daze. Hayes handed me a bottle of lube, grinned, then retreated back to the couch.
I did as I was told, slathering the thick and slippery liquid over my temporary cock.
“Need you inside,” Lane panted, hips rolling back to nudge against the dildo’s tip. “Please, Ollie. I’m ready for you. I want you to fuck me.”
If this ended up being just a dream, fuck the fucking universe.
I aligned the tapered head with Lane’s rim, pressing just enough to let the point breach him. Lane’s hole yielded easily at first, slick from lube and prior play, swallowing the first few inches with a greedy clench. I thrust in shallowly, working in more length, listening to Lane’s grunts and noises.
“More—give me more. I can take your cock.” Lane’s voice cracked on the last word, body shuddering as I sank halfway in, the veined shaft dragging against his walls. “Oh fuck, fuck…”
Hayes watched from the couch, hand fisted around his own thick erection, stroking lazily. “There you go, pet. A nice, wet pussy, just for you. Bet it’s begging for a knot already. Breed that little slut.”
Lane moaned, his fingers digging into the rug, “Oliver, oh mygod…”
I picked up the pace, hips snapping forward to bury the full shaft—minus the knot—inside Lane.
Lane’s body trembled underneath me, his arms giving out, the dildo sliding even deeper as the front half of his body collapsed to the floor. “Oh my god, oh my god, ohf-fuck, no, too b-big—”
The motion rocked the base of my fake dick against my real dick rhythmically, causing sparks of pleasure to build in my core. I was pretty sure Lane would be bruised from the brutal grip I had on his hips as I rutted into him, but that turned me on, too—knowing thatIwas allowed to mark him.
I almost didn’t notice as Greyson pulled out his phone and aimed the camera at the two of us.
“Feels so good,” I groaned. “Good… kitty,” I panted, nails digging into Lane’s porcelain skin. “God, it’s so fucking good, Laney!”
Lane’s responses dissolved into whines and broken moans. As my thrusts grew bolder, the knot began to nudge against Lane’s rim with each push—thick, insistent, and promising to lock us together.
Hudson rose and came over, his hand landing on my ass to guide a deeper angle. “Push it in, pet. Knot him. Let him feel what it’s like to be bred. Make him have your puppies.”
With a determined grunt, I bore down, circling my hips to work the knot past Lane’s resistant ring. Lane screamed, a tortured sound, as the bulbous swell stretched him impossibly wide. Inch by agonizing inch, it popped inside, the taper locking with a wet squelch. Lane’s ass clenched down hard, trapping the toy, the pressure no doubt battering his prostate relentlessly.
Lane just wailed, way past the capability to speak.
