Confusion flickered briefly in those dazed eyes, then nothing. He blankly glanced at Sam for a split second before looking away, pressing closer to me. “No, Master,” he whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked from the gag and screams. “Don’t know him. Only want you… please…”
Sam’s mouth fell open, a strangled noise escaping. “Oliver, it’s me—Sam! From the club! I bought you that drink—”
But Oliver ignored him completely, tugging at my shirt with needy fingers, whining low in his throat. “Masters… need cock… fill me… please…”
Hudson’s fingers withdrew, wet and shining, and he smeared the fluids across Oliver’s lips. Our pup sucked his fingers clean eagerly, tongue lapping without hesitation, eyes half-lidded in bliss. Sam’s protests died to a whimper, his face twisting in disgust and something darker—jealousy, maybe, or unwanted arousal at the display.
“See?” I said to Sam, my tone casual as I stripped off my belt, the leather whispering free. “He doesn’t even remember you. You’re nothing to him. But us? We’re everything. He doesn’t exist without us.”
Hudson nodded, already unzipping his jeans. I followed suit, shoving my pants down just enough to let my own length out, heavy and aching for our pet. Oliver’s breath hitched as his small hands reached for us both, stroking clumsily along our shafts as we positioned him.
We turned him sideways, facing Sam directly, so the man had a front-row view. Hudson knelt first, spreading Oliver’s thighs wide—one leg hooked over his shoulder—and dragged his tongue through the soaked folds of our pup’s pussy. Oliver cried out, fingers tangling in Hudson’s hair, pulling him closer as his hips rolled forward.
“Oh my god, yes,yes—lick me, Master,” Oliver begged, voice breaking. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” His cunt clenchedvisibly. His tiny dick was swollen and red as he ground against Hudson’s mouth like he couldn’t get enough.
Sam squirmed, averting his eyes, but I grabbed Oliver’s hair and yanked his head toward the chair. “Show this man how you come for us, pet.”
Oliver’s unfocused gaze landed on Sam again for a mere split second before rolling back as Hudson sucked his clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to make him arch. I fed my cock into Oliver’s mouth then, the wet heat enveloping me as he hollowed his cheeks, sucking sloppily, spit spilling down his chin. He moaned around my length, vibrations shooting straight to my balls, his tongue swirling over the head with desperate enthusiasm.
“That’s it, take Master’s cock,” I growled, thrusting shallowly, watching Sam’s face contort—eyes glued to the scene unfolding in front of him, a flush creeping up his neck. He shifted in the chair, drawing attention to the growing bulge in his pants.
I smirked at him.
Hudson rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and lined up behind Oliver. Our pup pushed back eagerly. Hudson gripped his hips—the bruises from earlier darkening under his fingers—and slammed in with one brutal thrust, burying his cock balls-deep in that tight, dripping pussy.
Oliver screamed around my dick, the sound muffled and garbled, body jolting forward to take me deeper. Hudson set a punishing pace immediately, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin resounding off the concrete walls. Each plunge stretched Oliver wide, his walls gripping Hudson’s shaft visibly on the outstroke, slick coating everything.
“Ours,” Hudson grunted, one hand snaking around to pinch Oliver’s nipple, twisting until tears welled anew. “Say it.”
“Yours!” Oliver gasped when I pulled out briefly, strings of spit connecting us. “Only yours—fuck me harder—”
I shoved back in, fucking his throat in time with Hudson’s thrusts, and watched as our pup was held between us like a ragdoll with his body shaking with every impact. Sam stared, transfixed, his breathing labored, chains clinking as he strained.
“You see this?” I said to him, voice rough as pleasure heated my gut. “This is what he needs. You think a guy like you could ever satisfy him? When we’ve been giving him this for years?”
Hudson reached around, fingers finding Oliver’s cute little cock and rubbing circles, fast and rough. Our pet shattered almost instantly—pussy spasming around Hudson’s cock, squirting messily onto the floor as he came with a choked sob, tears streaming down his cheeks. He didn’t look at Sam once; all his focus was on us, on the cocks filling him, claiming him.
I pulled out, spinning Oliver around so Hudson could take his mouth. Our pup dove in hungrily, gagging himself on Hudson’s length, tasting his own cum as I hiked one of his legs up and drove into him from behind. His ass clenched around nothing, but I ignored it, pounding his cunt with deep, grinding strokes, the head of my cock battering his g-spot relentlessly.
“Come again,” I ordered, slapping his thigh hard enough to leave a print. “Show him how many times you can take it for your Masters. How much of an insatiable fucking slut you are.”
Oliver obeyed, body seizing as another orgasm ripped through him, walls squeezing me tight, cum soaking my balls. Hudson face-fucked him through it, holding his head still until Oliver’s throat worked around him, swallowing every drop as Hudson groaned and unloaded.
I didn’t last much longer—thrusting harder, chasing my release, until I buried deep and flooded his pussy, hot spurts painting his insides. Oliver whimpered, grinding back, taking it all like the perfect little whore he was.
We eased him down between us as I pulled out, cum leaking from his stretched hole and mixing with his arousal on the floor.Oliver curled into our legs, nuzzling our thighs, licking lazily at the mess on Hudson’s softening cock. Sam sat silent now, eyes downcast.
I pushed Oliver’s pliant legs open, our pet giving absolutely zero resistance as he enjoyed his treat of cleaning up my brother’s dick. I spread him open, right there in front of Sam, showcasing the slow dribble of my cum out of his twitching hole.
“What a pretty picture that makes,” I said, my smile cutting. “You know,” I added conspiratorially, eyeing Sam, “we love showing him off.”
Sam’s eyebrows furrowed. “This is fucked up, man.”
“Really? Looks to me like it was hot enough for you to come in your pants.”
Hudson laughed, stroking Oliver’s hair as he startled at the sound. “Shh, puppy. Finish your treat. That’s it. Good boy.” He then grinned up at our captive and the wet stain on his crotch. “So, what did you learn?”
Sam’s voice was barely a whisper. “…He’s yours.”
