“Kneel on the ground, both of you,” Hudson instructed.
My heart pounded as Hudson’s command hung in the air, his voice firm and authoritative. The living room felt charged, the earlier intensity from our play session still lingering like a haze of heat. I glanced at Lane, who met my eyes with a look of anticipation, before both of us sank to our knees.
I couldn’t help but peek at the long, beautiful kitty tail protruding from between Lane’s cheeks. I wondered if Lane liked the feel of the fur against his skin, or if that was just me.
Both of us had our pet play gear back on—me with my short puppy tail, droopy ears, and thick leather collar, and Lane in his pure white cat ears, tail, and diamond collar.
Hudson stood tall in front of us, his broad frame casting a shadow, while Greyson and Hayes flanked him on either side. The three brothers exchanged knowing looks, the tension from their office discussion apparently now resolved. Greyson crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze fixed on Lane with a possessive intensity.
“We’ve been talking,” Hudson began, pacing slowly in front of us. “And while you two were catching your breath in the bedroom, we came to an agreement on something.”
Hayes nodded, his eyes darkening as they roamed over my exposed form. “You two get to touch each other this time.”
My breath hitched, mind racing. Touching Lane—reallytouching him—felt illegal.
Lane shifted slightly on his knees, his thighs pressing together, already hardening at the implication.
Greyson stepped forward, his hand reaching down to grip Lane’s chin, tilting it up so their eyes locked. “But let’s be clear, princess,” he growled, his voice laced with warning. “You will never get to use your pretty little worthless cock on anyone ever. You wouldn’t even know the first thing to do with it, now would you?”
Lane swallowed hard, nodding quickly, his cock growing despite the degradation.
Hudson then knelt down to my level, his fingers tracing a light path along my jaw before cupping my face. “We’re aware of your fantasies, pet,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing across my lower lip.
Hayes let out a low chuckle from his spot on the couch, where he’d settled back, legs spread wide. “Sometimes, dogs just need to rut, don’t they?”
My eyes widened at the implication, a rush of arousal flooding my insides as the words sank in. My hole clenched, slickness gathering between my thighs. “What… what do you mean?”
Hudson smirked, his eyes gleaming. “You’re going to fuck Lane.” He twisted and reached behind himself, grabbing something from the coffee table. When he turned back, holding the item, I sucked in a ragged breath. Dangling from Hudson’s fingers was a strap-on harness. Hudson grinned at my reaction, then continued, “We weren’t sure if we were going to let this happen or not, but we wanted to be prepared just in case. It’s designed specifically for trans men to accommodate bottom growth.”
“I didn’t even know you guys bought this,” I whispered, a bit in awe.
“Like I said, we didn’t know if this would actually happen,” Hudson answered, shrugging.
Hayes shouted from the couch, “Show him the cock options already!”
Hudson rolled his eyes, smiling. “There are a few to choose from. Personally… well, you’ll see.” He took my hand, helping me up from the floor.
As I walked the few steps to stand over the coffee table, I glanced back at my still kneeling friend. Lane’s face was flushed a deep red, his cock fully erect now and leaking precum.
I turned back towards the table, brows raising in surprise at the line of dildos displayed in front of me.
“Holy shit,” I muttered.
Hayes laughed, and I could practically feel the questioning stare from Lane at my back.
Hudson said, “Grey approved all of these, so just choose whatever you want.”
My eyes pinged over to Greyson, who just nodded, confirming his younger brother’s words.
I looked back down at the array of options, still honestly fucking baffled. “Where did you even find some of these?”
“Around,” Hudson stated, holding back another laugh. “You can find anything on the internet.”
The farthest one to the left was something you could find at any sex shop, so normal-looking that it was the outlier. It would definitely be the most reasonable option. The length and width were nothing to sneeze at, but it was obviously meant to resemble a real dick. It even had veins.
The next one in line was a bit shorter than the first, but had to have been thicker than any of the brothers’ forearms. It was also glass, which I assumed would feel different from silicone.
Beside that was a tentacle.
