As my eyes jumped from one implement to another, Grey continued guiding me further into the room, leading me to one side of the huge L-shaped sofa, the triad already having claimed their spot on the other side.
Greyson sat, then tugged me onto his lap with my back flat against his broad chest.
“On your knees, pup,” I heard Hayes order.
I watched with bated breath as Ollie dropped to the floor.
My thighs clenched together at the sight of my best friend—naked besides a thick leather collar with an attached leash, which Hayes held wrapped around his hand, a headband similar to mine, but with dark brown droopy ears, and a matching tail plug nestled between his cheeks.
His hair was a curly mess as always, and somehow completely fit the puppy vibe.
Hudson knelt down next to him, leaving Hayes alone on the couch. Grabbing his chin, he turned Oliver’s head towards me. “Look at your friend, pet. Does he know you’re the one who asked for him to be a kitty today?”
I moaned wantonly at the realization that Ollie had been the one behind my kitten attire.
Ollie’s face flushed bright red, and he whimpered, averting his gaze. Hudson tsked and tightened his grip on his face, fingers pressing into his cheeks harshly, and forced his gaze back to me.
At the same time, Grey suddenly spread my thighs apart, then hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, yanking them down to expose my dripping and swollen cock.
Hudson then lubed his fingers and slid two of them into Oliver’s front hole with a wet squelch.
Ollie and I held eye contact, both moaning as Hudson thrust his fingers in and out a few times before pulling them out and bringing them to his lips.
“So fucking wet,” he groaned, his tongue flicking out to lick at his slick fingers. “One look at Lane and you’re soaked. What do you have to say for yourself, pup?”
Oliver swallowed, his eyes hooded from arousal. “I’m sorry?”
Hayes huffed out a laugh from above. “Don’t apologize. Why don’t you tell your friend what you think of the outfit Grey picked for him?”
“I—You’re so pretty, Laney,” Oliver stammered shyly.
“God, Ollie,” I said breathily, rocking my ass against Daddy’s hard-on. “You’re so hot. This is so hot.”
Hayes smirked, then roughly yanked Oliver’s leash, making him stumble to turn back to face him. “Let’s show your friend how well you can take cock.”
He unzipped his pants, pulling out his jutting erection, then wrapped the leash’s lead around his hand several more times, each time bringing Oliver closer and closer until his face was pressed against Hayes’s groin.
With his free hand, he reached out and fisted Oliver’s chocolatey curls, guiding his open mouth onto his shaft. Oliver sucked eagerly, lips stretching to their limit around the girth, tongue working the underside as saliva dripped down his chin.
“Fuck, that’s a good boy,” Hayes grunted.
Hudson wasted no time in lining up behind Oliver, taking out his own hard cock, and thrusting forward into the wet heat of Oliver’s cunt. With each punch of Hudson’s hips, the plug in Ollie’s ass was jostled, and his body rocked and shook between his Masters.
I trembled against Greyson, my cock untouched and aching. I wanted to reach for Oliver, help pleasure him, but I held back,my eyes devouring the sight—Oliver’s fluffy hair gripped tight, his shorter, smaller build quivering under the dual assault.
Soon, I was unable to contain myself any longer. Desperately, I mewled, “Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Oh god, please! Now, now, now—”
“Hold on, kitten,” Greyson chuckled. “Let me get this plug out of you, then you can have Daddy’s dick all you want.” His hand slid under me to tug playfully at my tail.
I whimpered, then let out a loud moan as the plug pulled past my rim, popping out.
Greyson threw the tail onto the couch cushion beside us, then pressed his thick cock against my twitching, needy entrance, the head nudging in slowly. The stretch burned sweetly, filling me inch by inch until he bottomed out, hips flush against my ass. A groan escaped my throat.
“Good kitty,” Greyson growled, pounding in hard, one hand wrapping around my collar to pull me back onto every thrust. “My perfect, pretty princess. Mm,fuck. Tell me what you see, babygirl.”
“Ollie’s… taking it so well,” I gasped, voice breaking. “His mouth full, his—his—allof his holes stuffed… Oh my god, I’m gonna come soon. Daddy, oh fuck,Daddy.”
A desperate whine vibrated around the cock in Ollie’s throat, and I knew he felt it too—the connection between us sparking hotter than fire, best friends crossing into something filthy and intimate, bodies displayed and used like slutty playthings.
