Hudson thrust deeper into Ollie then, angling to hit that spot that made him howl around Hayes’s cock. Hayes followed suit, fucking his face with sharp jabs.
Oliver shattered, his body convulsing as he rode the waves of an orgasm.
The sight pushed me over, my hole tightening around Daddy’s cock, milking him until hot seed flooded my insides.Daddy grunted, grinding deep as he emptied, then pulled out to watch it drip from my hole.
The aftershocks of our orgasms rippled through the room, heavy breaths mingling in the air. My body slumped back against Grey, sweat causing the lace babydoll to cling to my skin. Cum, warm and sticky, dripped from my pussy onto Daddy’s thighs below. I whimpered softly, my diamond collar glinting as I nuzzled my head into Greyson’s chest, craving more of that possessive hold.
Across the way, Ollie shuddered on all fours, his petite body quaking between Hudson and Hayes. Hudson’s cock slipped free from Oliver’s hole with a wet pop, leaving it gaping and flushed, a trail of lube and cum glistening on his inner thighs. Hayes pulled out of his mouth last, strings of saliva connecting his softening shaft to Oliver’s swollen lips.
Oliver’s hair stuck to his forehead, his chest heaving. He collapsed to the floor, spent.
Grey stroked my hair, fingers tangling in the long strands before tugging my head back. “Such a good kitten,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “But we’re not finished yet. It wouldn’t be a proper playdate without toys, would it?” He glanced at Hudson and Hayes, who nodded in unison, their eyes dark with shared intent.
Hudson hauled Oliver up by his collar, resulting in a startled, choked gasp as his fingers scrabbled against the leather. Hayes watched, obviously content, as his twin forced their partner onto the couch—this time, right next to me.
“Stay,” Hudson commanded, and Ollie obeyed, gasping for breath, knees spreading wide, ass presented like an offering.
Hayes got up, looking over the contents of the coffee table with a sadistic grin. When he turned back towards the group, in his hands were leather cuffs and a spreader bar that clinked ominously.
“Hands behind your back, pup,” Hayes ordered. Oliver complied, wrists crossing at the small of his back. Hayes buckled the cuffs tight, the leather biting just enough to remind Oliver of his place. Then, he fastened ankle cuffs around Oliver’s legs, attaching the spreader bar between them to force his thighs apart, exposing his dripping hole fully. Oliver tested the bonds, a soft whine escaping as he realized he couldn’t close his legs.
I watched, transfixed, my cock quickly stirring back to life despite the ache. The sight of my best friend bound like that—hair disheveled, body arched in submission—sent fresh heat pooling in my gut.
Greyson noticed, chuckling low. “Eyes on him, kitten. See how helpless he is now.” He tugged at my nipples, getting a whimper, then picked me up and deposited me on the couch. He stood, then stepped over to the coffee table to choose what he wanted to restrain me with.
My heart pounded as Grey came back and arranged me in a similar position as Oliver, facing him, our heads just inches apart. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, the fur-lined cuffs soft against my skin, but the hold unyielding. Ankle cuffs followed, the spreader bar locking my fishnet-covered thighs wide. The kitty ears on my headband bobbed as I shifted, feeling myself start to leak precum onto the couch.
“There we go. All trussed up,” Greyson said, stepping back to admire his work.
Mine and Oliver’s eyes locked across the short distance, charged with that forbidden hunger. No touching—yet—but the air between us crackled with what-ifs.
Hudson selected a vibrating dildo from the table, its long, curved shape ridged for maximum friction, with a small offshoot that would rub against Oliver’s clit. He coated it generously with lube, then knelt behind Oliver.
“Breathe, pup,” he warned, pressing the tip against Oliver’s already slick entrance.
Oliver gasped, pushing back instinctively as Hudson twisted it in, inch by thick inch, until he was filled to the brim. A flick of the switch, and the toy hummed to life on a low buzz, making Oliver’s hips jerk, a muffled moan getting trapped in his throat.
Hayes wasn’t idle; he pulled a small black remote from his pocket, switching it on. Ollie’s eyes widened, his mouth opening in a silent yell.
“Tail plug vibrates too,” Hayes said, smiling as Oliver’s thighs trembled from the onslaught of sensations.
Daddy chose different toys for me—to begin with, my favorite prostate massager, designed to hit my sweet spot over and over relentlessly. He lubed it up, then eased it into my cum-slick hole, the stretch reigniting the burn from earlier. I mewled, arching as it pressed into my gland. Grey paired the toy with nipple clamps, the kind with adjustable tension and dangling chains. He pinched my nipples to hardness first, then attached the clamps, tightening them until I hissed, the sharp bite sending jolts straight to my cock.
He then grabbed a cock ring with an attached vibrator, snapping it around the base of my shaft to trap any building arousal.
“Perfect girl,” Greyson praised, clipping a short pink leash to my diamond collar and tugging it to keep my gaze forward. “Watch your friend squirm now.”
A press of buttons, and the toys ramped up—my massager began pulsing in waves, and the bullet vibe relentlessly buzzed against my already sensitive dick.
Oliver bucked against his restraints as the increasingly intense vibrations overtook his body, the spreader bar rattling, his hair whipping back and forth as he tossed his head from sideto side. Drool slipped from his lips, and tears welled up in his eyes.
I fared no better, my body writhing, the babydoll riding up to expose my erection. The massager throbbed against my prostate, building pressure without mercy, while the clamps pulled taut on my chest. I locked eyes with Oliver, feeling our shared torment forging a silent bond—best friends enduring this exquisite torture together, bodies on display for our men.
Hayes soon added to Oliver’s predicament, selecting a gag from the table. “Open,” he said, and Oliver parted his lips obediently.
The rubber dog bone filled his mouth, straps buckling behind his head, muffling his whines to desperate hums.
I whined at Oliver’s gagged moans and the wet sounds of the toys working us. It was all driving me wild. I bucked my hips, beginning to grind futilely against the couch.
