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Hudson

Something interesting was happening. Ever since the night we’d killed that Beverly woman, Oliver had been acting differently towards us. He was as clingy as a real puppy, following us closely like he physically needed to be near us at all times.

We’d stopped clipping his leash onto his collar except for that one time he asked for it during sex. His face had been bright red, his eyes averted, as he held the leash in his palms, presenting it to Hayes. We filled him from both sides, Hayes holding the leash taut as he hammered into his ass relentlessly. I was obsessed with the panicked look on his face as I throat-fucked him, cutting off his air supply completely. He had eventually passed out, only to wake up still being used.

He snuggled into us whenever he could and raised his arms in a silent demand to be held and carried.

He hadn’t completely lost his bratty side, but actions spoke louder than words, right?

It had been a quiet day before we got the call. Oliver had fallen asleep while warming Hayes’s cock on the couch. He really was so precious. Hayes looked at him like he couldn’t believe he was real, gently petting his head. I may have taken a picture to commemorate it.

When my phone rang, the sound caused Oliver to stir slightly, mumbling around the dick in his mouth. Hayes bit his lip as Oliver suckled harder, soothing himself in his sleep. I received an angry glare from my twin as he nodded towards the hallway. It wasn’t hard to understand what he wanted—for me to get the fuck out of the living room.

By the time I was out of earshot, the call had gone to voicemail. Seeing that it had been from our brother, I tapped his contact information to call him back.

“Hey—” I started greeting him before getting cut off abruptly by his panicked tone.

“I’m sending you a GPS location. I need both of you to meet me there.”

“Okay, but what’s going on? And it can’t just be one of us?” I hated the idea of leaving Oliver at the house by himself.

Greyson clarified, his voice harsh and unyielding, “Lane—Fuck. He’s not answering me and his tracker is putting him in the middle of the woods when he’s supposed to be at the damn zoo. Something’s wrong. I just… I need you guys, please. I can’t lose him, Hudson. I can’t.” My eyebrows shot up as I listened to my normally stoic older brother’s desperate plea. Sure, Hayes and I always joked about him being dramatic, but dramatic in a movie villain way. The actual fear laced into his words surprised me.

“Okay. We’ll leave as soon as we can,” I promised, getting an affirmative grunt in response before the line went dead.

I dragged a hand down my face. Lane had better be in danger or I was going to kick his ass for pulling our attention away from our new pet.

Sighing, I walked back to the living room to inform Hayes that he needed to put his cock away.

As I entered, he sent me a quizzical glance.

“Who was it?” he asked, fingers playing with the brown curls on his lap.

I sighed, already feeling rudely inconvenienced by whatever this was. “Grey needs us somewhere—now, apparently. He thinks Lane is dying or something. Says he needs both of us.”

Hayes closed his eyes, his frown lines pronounced. “Dammit. Did you tell him I’m fucking busy right now?” His raised voice startled Oliver awake.

Pulling off of Hayes, he sleepily asked, “What’s going on?”

“Lane,” I grumbled, causing his eyes to clear from his sleepy haze.

“Is he okay?”

“Don’t know. Greyson just called and told us to haul ass over to some GPS location because Lane’s not supposed to be there. I’m just not sure what to do with you,” I divulged, watching the worry dance across Oliver’s face as he listened intently to what I was saying.

“Can I come with you?”

“No, baby,” Hayes explained. “It could be dangerous, so you’ll need to stay here.”

Oliver worried his lip. “By myself?”

I nodded, sitting down next to him on the sofa. He rolled off Hayes and crawled into my lap. “You’ve been a really good boy lately, it’s just that if your friend has gotten himself into some trouble, we don’t want you to get hurt. Could you be good by yourself, or do we need to put you back in the cage?”

Oliver frantically replied, “No! No cage, please! I can be good. I don’t even mind if you lock me in one of the upstairs rooms, just please don’t leave me alone down there again. Please.” I surveyed his eyes, trying to find any sign that he was being deceitful. It didn’t seem like he was.

Hayes looked at me briefly before he spoke. “Okay. You need to understand, though, that if you run away, we will find you, and you will suffer the consequences. This house is full of and surrounded by cameras. Do you understand, Oliver?”

Oliver bobbed his head. “Yes, yes! I promise I’ll be good.”

I took his enthusiasm into account, pausing to caress his warm back. I smiled as he arched into my hand. “You know… I think if you’re really good, you might earn a reward when we get back.”

“What kind of reward?” Oliver sat up, looking reminiscent of a real puppy with his head tilted in curiosity.

Hayes chuckled, “Hmm… I think we should let him choose his own, don’t you, Hudson?”

“I’m cool with that. Sound good, pet?”

Oliver grinned happily at us. “Yes!”

“Alright, we’ll do that then. We need to go now, but you just relax, be good, and think about what you want as your prize.” I brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face, admiring the way his eyes seemed to have an almost golden gleam to them when they caught the light of the setting sun filtering in through the windows.

Oliver pressed a light peck to my cheek. “I’ll be good if you be safe.”

I hummed, “We’ll be safe, pet. Nothing in the world has the strength to take us from you.”

A teasing laugh trickled out of his lips. “A bullet? A polar bear? A nuclear bomb?”

I rolled my eyes, my lips tugging up. Hayes grabbed Oliver from behind, pulling him up and into a hug. “That was just asking for a spanking, wasn’t it? What Hudson means is that we’ll be safe. It shouldn’t be more than a few hours.”

Oliver sucked his lips inward, pausing for a moment like he wanted to say something.

I asked, “What is it, little one?”

“Oh, nothing. Shouldn’t you guys have left like five minutes ago?”

Hayes scoffed, “We’re going, we’re going.”

* * *

As we pulled off of the dirt road to park next to Greyson’s car, I couldn’t help but wonder why the fuck Lane was out here. The forest loomed around us; the underbrush was thick. Following the signal coming from our brother’s phone, we ventured in.

It wasn’t far at all until we came upon a dilapidated barn that looked like it could’ve been the set to several horror movies.

Bang. A gunshot rang out, scattering the onlooking birds from the nearby trees. Hayes and I drew our weapons and rushed towards the large opening where the door had most likely been when the building had been in its prime.

The sight that greeted us wasn’t welcome. There was a skinny tweaker-looking dude writhing in the dirt, bleeding moderately from a gunshot wound to his lower leg. Our brother stood further in, Lane limp in his arms.

“What the fuck happened here?” Hayes asked, a step behind me.

“Is he alive?” I pondered, taking in the state of the small boy. Bruises and abrasions littered his fair skin, and what appeared to be dried cum was splattered against his upper half.

“I’m taking him to the hospital. The guy who did it is inside. Single gunshot wound to his left calf. Keep him alive and contained. I’ll deal with him later,” Greyson snarled, walking past us back into the woods.

“Of course, brother. We’ll keep in contact,” I called. We shared a look of concern before turning and setting our attention on our new ward.

“What do you think happened?” Hayes asked me while we stared down at the man in disdain. I shrugged, using the toe of my shoe to poke at him.

“Hey, you. What happened?”

“What happened? That guy just fucking shot me!”

I sighed, “That’s pretty obvious. I meant, what did you do to that little ginger?”

“Nothing that he didn’t deserve,” he spat out.

Hayes said, “Yeah, I get why he shot you.”

“Not very smart, are you?” I wondered, kicking him a bit harder. Did I care all that much about Lane? Not really. But that didn’t mean I wanted the guy hurt. Greyson’s expression as he was leaving the barn had been wrathful. This man was already marked for death, and I imagined it would not be a peaceful one.

“Are you the cousin?” Hayes leered down at him. My eyebrows raised. Hadn’t Grey already taken care of him?

The man sputtered, “How do you know that?”

“Well, we didn’t, not until you just said so,” I retorted.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Possibly. Probably not. It’ll most likely be either Greyson or Lane. We might get to torture you, though. Wouldn’t that be fun? How do you feel about battery acid? What about your eyes? I think tattooing them could be interesting,” I prattled on.

“Shit. You’re all fucking insane!” He wiggled, shouting in pain whenever his injury caught on something or rubbed against the ground. He began trying to army crawl away from us, but he was so slow that we just walked along beside him and continued to list off fun ideas for our evening.

Hayes snickered, landing a hard kick to Lane’s cousin’s side, “You should’ve stayed dead.” He shook his head, face suddenly turning serious, as he swore, “I just thought about if this bastard had hurt our Oliver. I think I understand how Grey must feel.”

“We’ll just need stricter rules for our pet than Grey had for his boy. Obviously, it’s not Lane’s fault for being attacked—that’s not what I’m saying—but he probably would’ve been safe if Grey hadn’t let him go out alone.”

Hayes replied, “Don’t say that to Greyson, but yeah, he needs to keep a tighter leash on Lane. We’ll keep Oliver safe.”

“Agreed.”

“Are you calling a man your pet? You better not think I’ll let you do that to me. Damn psychos!” The cousin wheezed, having crawled almost all the way out of the barn.

Hayes belly-laughed, something I’d rarely ever seen him do. He snorted, “Listen, man. Not only do we not want you as a pet, but I highly doubt anyone would. I’m not sure if you’ve looked in the mirror lately but you’re ugly as fuck. You literally look like you live underground or some shit. You’d probably scream real nice for us if we shoved our cocks into your hole, but we wouldn’t want to touch your disgusting body even if you begged us to.”

* * *

“We’re home!” I sang as we walked in from the garage, eager to see if Oliver had been good or if we had a pup to wrangle.

“I’m in here,” he called back, his voice light and chiming. Hayes and I shared a smile, both of us slightly surprised that he was still here.

Hayes elbowed me, turning around to head back to the car. “You go check on him. I’ll get the idiot set up downstairs.” I agreed, following the faint noises coming from further within our home. I went from room to room searching for Oliver.

Finally, when I entered our large kitchen, my eyes landed on him. He was facing away from me, messing with something on the counter. He hummed a familiar tune as his hips swayed in time with the melody. Clocking the flour container and various other ingredients strewn across the kitchen island, it was obvious he’d been baking while we were out. He never ceased to surprise me.

I was quiet as I walked up behind him and slipped my arms around his chest to pull him flush against me. He screeched at the sudden disturbance and attempted to swing the wooden spoon he was holding at me.

I laughed, “It’s just me, pet. Although I hope you’d fight better against an actual assailant.” A frustrated huff came from him as he relaxed in my hold.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that,” he whinged, looking up at me with a furious blush staining his cheeks. His pink lips formed a pout, which had to have been one of the cutest things I’d ever seen. I tilted his head back even further so that I could lean down and taste that pout for myself. He opened readily for me, a soft exhale leaving him.

I pulled back, ending the kiss before I took it too far. Hayes and I already had a plan for how we would spend the time waiting for our brother to arrive.

“Delicious,” I moaned. “Do you taste sweeter than normal, or is that just me?” It was Oliver’s turn to laugh as he gestured to the tray of cooling cookies on the counter before him.

“I may have needed to taste test once or twice,” he bubbled, his face radiant. I let him focus back on his task, resting the crook of my chin on top of his head.

“Hmm,” I wondered, “did you do anything else? Anything you want to confess? Or were you really just that good that you baked us cookies to come home to? Are they poisoned?”

“No, they’re not poisoned—just peanut butter. Oh wait, you guys don’t have an allergy, do you?” Oliver’s face was adorably concerned as he checked back with me.

“No, no allergies, precious. That was very smart of you to ask, though. Did you think of the reward you want to ask for?”

“Mhm. But, where’s Hayes? And what happened with Lane? Is he okay?”

“Oh, well, Lane is… he’s alright, Greyson is taking care of him. He’ll actually be coming over soon. Hayes is getting something special ready in the basement for all of us. We’ll be going down as soon as he gives the okay. How about you wait to tell us what you chose until after basement time? Would that be alright?” I didn’t want to upset him accidentally by making him wait, but it made more sense for that conversation to occur after the body had cooled.

Oliver replied, “Yeah, that’s okay.”

“But…” I proposed, my lips tilted in a small smile, “What if I gave you a little reward for making us cookies while we wait? Maybe—” I looked around, my gaze settling on the wooden spoon Oliver had put down on the counter. “—A spanking? Does that sound nice?” I purred, using both of my hands to reach down and grope his ass.

Oliver’s hips jumped as I kneaded his tiny cheeks—each of them fitting perfectly in one of my palms. A stilted moan tumbled out of his mouth.

“Y-yes, please, Master. Please spank me,” he begged, pushing back into my hands. God, I fucking loved that our pet had been hiding a masochistic slut under the surface. Fuck.

I was going to spank him, but I still really struggled to hold back my urge to slam him face-down onto the kitchen tile and fuck his ass until he blacked out.

“Alright, little one. I’ll warm your ass up real good for you—make it nice and red. Hands on the counter, please,” I instructed while pushing the cookies off to the side.

Oliver followed my directions, his back arching nicely as he stretched out. He looked good enough to eat, but I didn’t really want to have to bend down that much to hit his ass. Instead, I picked him up by his waist and manhandled him across the kitchen, depositing him onto the kitchen island. I positioned him so that only his legs were hanging off the edge; his butt and holes perfectly displayed in front of me.

“Let’s see… how many spanks should our good boy get?” I hummed casually, amused at the little wiggle of his hips as I called him a good boy.

“Twenty!”

“Twenty? I don’t think we have time for that many, baby. What about five?”

I could hear the frown in his voice as he shot back, “Five? At least give me ten! Please? ”

“Okay, okay. Ten it is,” I said, grabbing the spoon and running it up and down his plush thighs. He shivered at the contact, but stayed still, waiting for that first strike to come down.

Smack.

He keened, pushing his ass out to ask for more. I watched as each hit brought more and more color to his skin.

“H-harder,” he moaned wantonly, causing my cock to swell in my pants. I obliged, striking him harder and harder until he sobbed, “Yes, y-yes, thank you, thank you!”

Just before the tenth strike, I dragged the handle of the spoon through his folds, enjoying how Oliver frantically tried to hump against it.

“You should fuck him with it, get him stretched out for us,” Hayes spoke up from behind me. I hadn’t even noticed he’d come into the kitchen; I was too focused on the whimpering boy in front of me. I wondered how long he’d been watching us.

I landed the final hit to his right cheek, then began pushing the wooden handle into his wet cunt.

“Hngh, fuck—oh, please,” he whined, slowly beginning to fuck himself further onto the spoon. Hayes stepped beside me and used a hand on Oliver’s low back to force him to be still.

“Such a good fuckdoll, aren’t you?” Hayes whispered as he leaned down to bite the sensitive lobe of Oliver’s ear. Oliver moaned loudly before Hayes pushed two fingers into his mouth, effectively quieting him. “There. I know how happy it makes you to have your mouth filled.”

“Is that prick ready for us?” I asked my brother as I increased the speed of my thrusts. Oliver whimpered around Hayes’s fingers.

“Yeah. Make our pet come and then we’ll go have some more fun,” Hayes replied, breathing heavily as he stared at Oliver’s lips sucking his fingers.

“Hear that, pet? Be good and come for us.”

On a particularly deep thrust, Oliver’s thighs shook, his body going tight, before a long cry echoed across the room.

“Good boy,” I groaned, giving a quick squeeze to his hip. Oliver’s breathless pants grew louder as Hayes slipped his fingers from his mouth. “Should we bring him down now?” I asked Hayes, palming my erection.

Hayes nodded, dragging a finger lightly down Oliver’s naked form. I watched my twin’s expression intently, obsessed with the way he looked at our pet like he was a gift. Our gift.

Our treasure.

Our little one, our pup, our pet, our precious, our baby, our slut.

Our everything.

Fuck. Oliver had trained us just as well as we had him.