“What the hell is that?” I called out, my voice a little hoarse from shouting earlier.
They didn’t answer, just maneuvered the box toward the center of the room, away from the cage. The sound of ripping tape filled the air as they set it down and tore it open. Inside was some kind of machine.Oh fuck.
That was totally a sex toy.
It looked almost like a horse saddle, but with a piston arm near the center that was topped with a realistic dildo attachment that made my breath stutter. Thick, veined silicone, easily eight inches. And who could ignore the anal bead strand attached behind it?
The whole thing was held up by strong metal legs, making it look like a sexual version of that bull riding thing they had at western bars.
I watched, frozen, as they worked. Hudson flicked a switch, and it powered up with a low whir, the arm extending and retracting in a test thrust.
Hayes straightened, wiping his hands on his jeans, and finally turned to me. “Time for your lesson, pup,” he said, his voice smooth as silk over steel.
They approached the cage together, Hudson punching in the code on the keypad. The door hissed open, and before I could scramble back, Hayes lunged in, grabbing my arm and yanking me out.
I stumbled into the open space. “Wait, please—”
But Hudson was already behind me, his hands fisting my shirt and ripping it upward. The fabric tore with a sharp sound, exposing my bare chest and the black ink of their names adorning my scars. Cool air hit my skin, making my nipples peak instantly.
Hayes didn’t waste time. He shoved me toward the worktable, bending me over it roughly. My cheek pressed against the metal as Hudson pinned my wrists above my head with one massive hand. With the other, he unbuckled my belt, jerked my pants and underwear down in one swift pull, and left them tangled at my ankles. I kicked instinctively, but Hayes forced my legs apart, exposing my holes to the room. I felt the slickness there already, betraying me, arousal mixing with fear as the air kissed my folds.
“By the time this is over, you’ll be so fucked-out that you won’t even remember your name,” Hudson growled. His free hand dragged down my back, squeezing my ass cheeks hard enough to bruise before dipping between my thighs. Two fingers probed my entrance, finding me wet, and he chuckled darkly. “Look at you, pup. Soaking already.”
I whimpered, hips bucking despite myself, but he withdrew, leaving me aching.
They flipped me onto my back and Hayes secured my wrists together with cuffs. Hudson bound my ankles next, spreading my legs and tying them to the legs of the table, immobilizing me completely. I tugged against the restraints, the cuffs biting into my skin, but it was useless—they’d done this before, knew my limits.
Hayes pulled one of my gags from his pocket, a red rubber dog bone attached to black straps. “Open,” he commanded, and when I clamped my jaw, Hudson pinched my nose shut until I gasped for air. Hayes shoved the gag in, buckling it tight behind my head. Drool pooled immediately, my protests reduced to muffled grunts. I could taste the familiar rubber, feel it silencing me as they stepped back to admire their work.
Satisfied, they untied my ankles from the table and hauled me up, the cuffs remaining snug against my wrists. I shuffled awkwardly, pants around my feet tripping me, until Hudson scooped me up like I weighed nothing—my small frame no match for his strength. He carried me to the machine, the dildo jutting up menacingly, already lubed and gleaming.
He then lowered me slowly, the head of the dildo nudging my front hole. I shook my head, eyes wide, pleading through the gag, but they ignored it.
“This is what happens when you forget who you belong to,” Hudson said, his hand on my hip guiding me down.
The silicone breached me, stretching my walls inch by inch. I moaned around the gag, the fullness overwhelming, my body resisting, then yielding as gravity forced me further down.
Fully impaled, the tips of my toes just barely touching the ground, the machine’s padded seat supported my weight. Hudson strapped my thighs to the frame with wide belts, locking me in place so I couldn’t lift off. My bound wrists were clipped to handles in front, forcing me to lean forward. Hayes knelt and freed my ankles from the pants, tossing the clothes aside, then buckled my feet to stirrups, spreading me wide.
The twins stepped back, their eyes raking over me—naked, gagged, tied down on this beast. Hudson’s cock strained against his zipper, and Hayes licked his lips.
“A pup with a bone needs a collar and ears, don’t you think?” Hudson mused.
I tried to squirm, but only managed to rub my dick against a bumpy protrusion that I hadn’t noticed, causing a shock of pleasure I hadn’t expected.
Hayes laughed meanly as his hand landed between my shoulder blades then slid down the length of my spine. When a finger probed my asshole, I clenched my eyes shut. A muffled cry fell from my lips as the digit pushed in, then lazily began to stroke my walls.
“Poor little puppy,” he mocked, slipping his finger out.
Suddenly, the anal beads began pressing into me one by one, each thicker than the one before it.
Hudson gripped my chin and forced eye contact with me. “You’re nothing but our dumb, slutty pup, Oliver. You’ve seemed to have forgotten that.”
I pleaded to him with my eyes, and I knew he saw it, but all it did was cause his eyes to darken and his mouth to quirk up in a sadistic smirk.
His thumb pushed against my lower lip, tugging it down.
“We’re not mad at you. As your Masters, we should’ve prevented this. We’ve been a little too lax with your training lately. But don’t worry, that stops now.”
