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Hudson

It took around thirty minutes for the Valium to kick in. I licked my lips in anticipation of getting to taste Oliver again. Earlier in the car, after he came all over my fingers, I couldn’t help but lick up the evidence of his pleasure.

He tasted divine, almost sickly sweet.

As Hayes and I undid his restraints, I was practically salivating. Picking Oliver up and carrying him over into the holding cell was hardly a chore. I thought he couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds. He was really just a little slip of a thing; no match for two men a foot taller than him.

I held Oliver in my arms for a moment, relishing in his soft, sweet face, while Hayes went to grab the supplies we’d prepared for him. Conscious, but drugged, Oliver gave me a sleepy smile before nuzzling his face into my chest. My cock ached with how much I needed to have him.

Hayes returned momentarily with the blue plastic bin, placing it against the cell wall. He quickly opened it, pulling out a large dog bed and two fluffy blankets. He took a minute to arrange Oliver’s bed to his liking before nodding at me to set him down.

Oliver splayed across the bed, gazing up at me.

“You feeling good, pup?” I gently asked, my eyes going soft for our boy. He gave me a long blink.

“Uh-huh,” he breathed. I shared a heated look with my brother as Hayes continued to rustle through the supply bin and pull out the necessary toys. I sank to my knees between Oliver’s open legs. My rough hands traveled up from his toes to his hips, not leaving even an inch untouched. I began to knead his plush thighs, earning myself a low moan for my efforts. I ran my fingers lightly over both holes, chuckling when he attempted to buck into my hand.

Finally, I pulled down the jersey sweatpants he had on, peeling off his boxer briefs along the way. The sight of all of that naked, silken skin was something I’d never forget. I knew I’d dream of those creamy white thighs and delicate, angular hip bones every night moving forward.

My attention locked onto his now slick cunt and ass, making my mouth water. Unable to withstand the draw any longer, I lunged forward, burying my face in the glorious wet heat.

“W-what? Hudson?” Oliver stumbled over his words, looking down at me in a dazed astonishment. I grinned.

“It’s okay, pet. Come as much as you like—Master will clean it all up for you,” I moaned, flicking my tongue out and shivering at that addictive taste.

Oliver squealed as I began feasting; licking, sucking, and nipping, I explored and devoured. I smirked at his now soaking wet asshole before plunging my tongue in and out of the tight little cavern. His thighs began to tremble despite the muscle relaxant qualities of the drug. I drew my tongue back from his ass before moving upward to his glistening folds. Desiring his cum in my stomach, I sucked his genuinely fucking adorable tiny dick into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks.

“O-oh! Oh! C-coming, I’m coming—please! Please, ahh!” He rambled, eyes rolling back in his head. His hips shook with his pleasure as he ejaculated, spurting a milky, sweet cream onto my tongue.

“Fuck, Hudson. I almost came in my pants just watching that.”

I glanced up at my brother as I gleefully swallowed Oliver’s cum. Hayes was flushed, and his cock was straining against the confines of his black pants to the point where you could see each and every vein pulsing with need.

I gave Oliver a long lick from the crease of his butt to his penis, licking up every drop of his arousal. He whined and tried to squirm away from the overstimulation.

I pressed a kiss onto his stomach, meeting Hayes’s eyes as I did so. Hayes sat down right above where Oliver’s head was on the dog bed.

“I hate that I’m saying this, but I think we shouldn’t fuck him tonight. I know that was the plan, but he’s really out of it—more than I was expecting,” Hayes sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I think we may have fucked up with the dosing.”

“I mean, he reacted pretty well just a second ago when I was eating him out,” I deadpanned.

“But just think of how much more responsive he’ll be when it wears off.” I petted Oliver’s soft stomach, longingly imagining stuffing him with our cum.

“Fine, but I get to go first. Deal?”

Hayes glared at me. “You’ll understand once he’s writhing on your cock and begging you to stop. ‘Oh, Hudson! You’re too big! No, stop!” I shook with laughter from Hayes’s impression, and slapped him playfully on the arm.

“Idiot,” I huffed, rolling my eyes in both amusement and annoyance. “We’re still going to get him all trussed up in his gear, right? It’ll be easy with him so compliant like this.”

“Oh, most definitely,” he agreed, a fond smile on his face. “What do you want to start with?” Hayes gestured to the array of items laid out beside him.

“Hmm… I guess his mitts?” I decided, plucking the pet play mitts from the floor. We’d had most—if not all—of his gear and toys custom-made. His mitts were a chocolate color to match his hair. We knew he was sensitive to textures, so the insides were a plush velvet material. I picked up his hands one by one, curling them into loose fists, and slipping them in.

I was thrilled to find out how Oliver would react to his “puppification” in the morning. For now, at least, he was lazily examining his new paws, running them up and down his chest and belly.

From what we’d learned about Oliver through general surveillance and some light hacking, it appeared that he had no sexual experiences, let alone kink experiences. His browsing history revealed that he very rarely searched for porn. Scratch that—he never searched for porn. Crazy.

We knew he had some interest in sex and relationships, but he never went out of his way to obtain those things. Personally, I fucking loved that he was a virgin. Hayes and I would be the only ones to ever be inside of him, own him, breed him, teach him. We may have only seen him as a quick fuck in the beginning, but now, we’d never give him up. He was our long-awaited pet. He was our possession.

Not even Greyson could take him from us now.

“Here,” Hayes said, handing me the soft black shorts to put on Oliver. What were they again? Velour? More importantly, the shorts had a slit at the back specifically for tail plugs.

“Wait, do we put the shorts on first or put the plug in first?”

“Oh, uh. Probably shorts, right?” Hayes guessed.

I shrugged, but maneuvered Oliver’s feet through the leg holes. I shimmied the fabric up, thanking Hayes as he lifted Oliver’s butt from his bed. With the shorts in place, it was time for his tail to go in.

I grabbed the tail from beside us, brushing through the thick chocolate fur. Many pups used those short rubber tails, but we hadn’t thought they’d suit him like a faux fur one would. The plug would keep him stretched, but only to the width of two of my fingers.

“Need to roll you over for a minute,” I told Oliver. He just smiled faintly, his exhaustion from the eventful day and our possible medication error pulling him under.

I sucked in a breath as I got him on his stomach. For such a little thing, he had an ass that I was dying to wreck.

No. Focus.

Oh, fuck. I ground my teeth together, unable to look away at how each mound fit perfectly in my hands. I typically fucked guys smaller than me—it was hard not to at my size—but none were ever even close to as tiny as he was. I briefly considered whether my dick, let alone my dick plus Hayes’s, was actually too big for him. Would we be rearranging his organs every time we thrust into those tight holes? Potentially. Did that turn me on? Yes.

Pouring some viscous lube onto my fingers from the bottle Hayes had handed me, I thought out loud, “We should make sure to have some pain meds ready for after we fuck him.” Using one hand to keep his cheeks pulled apart, I pressed my thumb to his asshole, groaning at how it eagerly pulsated against the digit. I pushed just the tip into him.

“T-that feels weird… I don’t want you touching there…” He whimpered pitifully, struggling weakly in my hold. Hayes placed his hand on Oliver’s head, stroking his hair.

“It’s okay, pet. He’s just getting you ready for your tail. You’re going to look so handsome . Don’t you want that? You want to look handsome for us?” Hayes purred.

Oliver stuttered, “Y-yes?” I replaced my thumb with my pointer finger, plunging it into his tight, burning hot hole. “Ah! No, that feels weird, I d-don’t like it!”

“Shit, Hayes. His ass feels like silk. It’s fucking luxurious.” I pumped my finger into him, relishing in the feel.

Hayes continued his calming petting, throwing me a devilish grin. “And it’s all ours. His ass, mouth, and little boy cunt. We get to mold him into exactly what we want, brother. We’ll break him; ruin him, then make him need our cocks until he can’t survive without them.”

Oliver’s hips jolted when I pushed my middle finger into him alongside my pointer. He cried quietly, “Hurts. Please.”

I smirked, sliding my fingers out. “That better?” I watched as he bobbed his head up and down. I covered the plug with more lube, making sure it was slick. “I was just trying to get you all stretched and ready for your tail, baby. Should’ve known our slut likes a bite of pain.” I began pushing the plug into him, grinning at his whines of discomfort as I made his hole yield to the toy.

As it slid home, he gasped. I couldn’t help but give his tail a gentle tug, chuckling when it made Oliver’s breath hitch.

I cooed, “There. Doesn’t that feel nice, Oliver? I bet the fur feels real good against your thighs.”

“Such a beautiful pup for us. You’re just missing a few more things,” Hayes said, grabbing Oliver by the shoulders and lifting him up to sit on his haunches. Oliver shivered as his new plug shifted inside of him. Hayes reverently picked up Oliver’s new collar, rubbing his thumbs against the expensive, buttery soft leather. It was taupe in color, padded on the inside to be comfortable against his sensitive skin. The silver tag attached read Property of Hayes & Hudson Cohen .

“Does it feel alright? Pinching anywhere?” I asked, examining it around his neck.

Oliver mumbled, “No, it’s soft… It… I like the pressure, it feels…” A rosy blush spread across his face as his voice trailed off.

“It looks perfect, precious. I’m going to put your ears on now, but it’s okay if they come off while you’re sleeping,” Hayes said. He placed the ear headband on Oliver, brushing over the dark fur.

“Are we putting the bite gag on?” I asked my twin.

He shook his head. “No. I think we should keep that out at night, give him a break from it.” I agreed. He smiled, addressing Oliver, “Alright, bedtime, pet.” He pulled Oliver down so that he lay on his side, then draped the fluffy blankets over him. “We’re just going to give you something to help you get some sleep.”

I uncapped the syringe that I’d prepared earlier and injected it into Oliver’s arm.

Welcome home, beautiful boy.