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Oliver

This was the stupidest idea I’d ever had. My lungs burned.

Branches clawed at my arms, slapping across my chest as I pushed forward, barely able to see. The cold bit at my exposed skin, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

They would come after me. It was only a matter of how long a head start I would have. I prayed that they wouldn’t notice my absence for at least an hour, if not more.

I hadn’t even made it into the woods before I’d gotten hurt. I was pretty sure I had a sprained wrist and ankle.

My brain knew I’d made a mistake mid-drop from the roof. My body knew I’d made a mistake when I hit the ground. By that time, though, I felt like I had to keep going. What else was I supposed to do? Knock on the door and say that I’d accidentally fallen out of the window? So, I ran.

Into… a forest. Not my best idea in a long shot. I had no real idea of where the woods even ended or which way I should go. I had no experience with hiking or hunting or camping. I also had no fucking shoes on.

But when I’d seen that those windows could open, I just needed to go; to run away.

Away from the eyes that watched too closely and saw too much. Away from the hands that were too gentle one moment and too rough the next. Away from the twins who didn’t know the meaning of boundaries—and made me hate how much I sometimes wanted to let them cross them anyway.

My jeans were soaked from the knees down. My feet were caked with mud and covered in scratches. I didn’t care—I just kept going. My thighs burned, my vision blurred, and my stomach rumbled.

You’re doing the right thing, I told myself.

You have to leave. You have to.

But even now, I wasn’t sure what I was running from more—the potential danger the twins posed, or the part of me that wanted to stay and lose myself to them.

I tripped; my body crashed hard into the frozen ground, knocking the air from my lungs. I whimpered, but stifled it fast. I strained to listen for any sign of the twins, making sure I hadn’t just gotten myself caught.

Snap.

A branch.

Close.

Too close.

They were here. Oh, fuck, they were here.

“No, no, no—please,” I whispered, scrambling onto my feet. I pressed my back to the tree beside me, shivering from the cold and my fear. The cold bark scraped against my skin through the back of my thin shirt. My breath came out in puffs of white.

A low voice floated through the trees like smoke, almost ghostly. “Oliver…” Hayes sang. How far was that coming from? I couldn’t tell.

My knees almost buckled.

I turned and ran again, venturing deeper into the forest, ignoring the tears threatening to freeze on my lashes. My thoughts blurred into white noise.

Please let me get away. Please don’t let them find me. Please don’t let them—

“Sweetheart, you’re going to get hurt out here,” Hudson’s voice called, sounding closer than Hayes’ had before. “You’re probably already hurt, aren’t you? Just come back with us and we’ll get it all taken care of, little one.”

Hayes added, “Come on, Ollie. You’re going to freeze.”

I pushed harder, feet throbbing with pain.

They weren’t going to let me go, but I wasn’t going to stop.

* * *

I didn’t know how long I’d been running. Ten minutes? Twenty? It felt like hours. My thighs were trembling with each step, my breath coming in ragged gasps that felt way too loud in my ears.

The forest had changed. It felt thicker , heavier somehow, as if the trees were leaning in around me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw nothing, but I felt them. Somewhere behind me. The way a deer knows the wolf is near before it hears the growl.

My foot then caught on something—a root, a rock, I didn’t know—and I went sprawling again onto the forest floor, pain flashing through my palms and knees.

“Fuck!” I bit out. I wanted to scream and I wanted to cry.

Instead, I stayed frozen there in the dirt, chest heaving, eyes wide and wild as I scanned the area around me.

I remembered the way Hayes looked at me when I laughed or smiled, and how Hudson would mindlessly rub my feet as we cuddled up on the couch.

And the things they said. The way they said them. Like I mattered. Like I belonged to them.

Like I deserved to be a part of their family.

I pressed my fists against my forehead and curled in, rocking slightly. “You’re so fucking stupid,” I whispered. “You should’ve never let yourself fall for them.”

Another branch snapped, closer this time.

Panic lit up every nerve in my body.

I staggered up again, blinking against the blur of tears and wind, and forced my legs to move. I didn’t know how much longer I could outrun this—not just them , but the part of me that still needed the warmth in their voices when they said my name.

My lungs couldn’t keep up; every inhale was a gasp, every exhale a choked sob. My throat felt like it was burning every time I breathed. My mouth tasted like iron and felt full of cotton. I could hardly see where I was going anymore—just forward. The ground tilted under my feet, uneven and unforgiving.

I felt like a wounded animal. Stupid. Helpless.

I pushed forward, clawing at branches and stumbling down a slope I hadn’t seen until I was tumbling. I landed hard, a loud cry tearing from my throat. My previously uninjured ankle twisted wrong beneath me, a bolt of pain shooting up my leg.

No, no, no. Are both of my fucking ankles twisted now? Motherfucker.

I crawled forward on my hands and knees through the wet leaves and sticks, trying to keep my ankles from bumping into anything.

Then I heard footsteps coming up from behind.

They sounded controlled, not in a hurry. Like they belonged to predators who knew they’d already won.

My heart began pounding like a war drum in my ears. Maybe if I were quiet, they’d pass me. Maybe if I could just—

“Pet,” Hayes crooned.

I clenched my jaw, trying to vanish into the ground. Soft laughter ping-ponged between the trees.

Hayes continued, voice as sweet as honey, “Sweetheart, do you even have any strength left?” I whimpered weakly into the dirt, squeezing my eyes shut. “Why’d you run off, baby? We were doing so well before the little party last night. What changed? No matter. You’ll be back home safe and sound soon. You’ll get that reward you left behind, remember? You earned it, so we won’t take it away. If you give up right now, we’ll carry you back to the house and forget all about this. I’m going to count to three slowly, so if you’d like that option, just say yes before I finish, okay?” It was tempting to take his offer, but I was still clinging to the hope that they might not find me at all if I stayed quiet. “One… Two……. Remember you chose this. Three.”

Everything went silent. I held my breath, waiting.

After a few seconds, I heard the sound of his footsteps walking in the other direction.

I painstakingly counted to fifteen in my head, wanting to be sure that he’d walked far enough away before I started running again.

At the count of fifteen, I breathed out a small sigh of relief, cracking open my eyes to check that the coast was clear.

And screamed.

Because, no, the coast was most definitely not clear.

Hudson was crouched directly in front of me, a sinister smirk lighting up his face.

Before I was able to do anything—scramble away, jump up and run, punch him—his hand shot out, pinning me to the ground by the back of my neck with a steel grip.

“Oh, Ollie, Ollie, Ollie,” he purred, “I am so happy with your choice.”

“P-p-ple-ase,” I choked out, body frozen with terror.

I heard Hayes’s voice from behind me. “It’s alright, little pup. We’re only going to remind you of our place as your Masters. After we’re done, we’ll bring you right home and take care of you.” I kicked my legs as I felt him sit on my thighs. I managed to poorly kick him in the back with my heel, but hissed in pain from my ankle injury. “Bad boy. I sat up this far to avoid your injuries.”

“I-I’m s-sorry…”

“Tell us why you’re sorry, sweetheart,” Hayes coaxed, his hands massaging my ass.

I hiccuped. “For running away.”

“And?” Hudson asked.

“A-and what?”

“Say, ‘I’m sorry for hurting myself.’”

“I-I’m sorry… for hurting myself,” I cried, sniffling.

Hayes said, “Good boy, pet. Now promise that you won’t try something like this again, hm?”

“I promise I won’t try this again! Please. I promise I won’t.”

“Good. Now for your punishment,” Hayes stated, lifting my trembling hips up and roughly pulling my pants and underwear down. I yelped, squirming under them.

Hudson moaned lowly, “That’s it, squirm all you want.”

Wait. Was he…

Was he turned on by that?

“Hudson likes it when you resist a bit,” Hayes said, reading my thoughts. “I get it—makes it more satisfying when you submit. Personally, though, I love it when you’re my obedient good boy. My perfect little cockslut. That’s alright, we’ll get you back to that in no time, won’t we?” He pulled my cheeks apart, no doubt revealing my pucker. “God, Ollie. You have such a tight, tiny hole back here. Just a little rosebud. All ours.”

I felt a puff of hot air against my crease, my eyes rolling back as his tongue rolled over the rim of my hole. I groaned, biting my lip, feeling his mouth latch on and suck.

“Fuck. How does he taste?”

Hayes stopped for a second to answer, his words tickling the sensitive skin. “Delicious, as always.”

“H-Hayes,” I moaned, rocking back as he began eating my ass in earnest. Hudson’s hand lifted from my neck, instead grabbing my hair to pull my face off the ground.

Hudson’s pupils were blown as he said, “That’s not how you address him, is it?”

“Master. My Masters.” My front hole began to ache, throbbing with desire. A slow smile spread across Hudson’s face as he looked down at me.

“Good boy. Hayes, you should see his face. Drooling for it.”

“Am n-not,” I mumbled.

He huffed out a chuckle. “Sure, pet. Now open up those slutty lips so I can fuck that tight throat of yours.” He glared when my lips sealed shut. “Open up or I’m going to tattoo our names on you when we get back to the house.”

My mouth popped open. “Not if I tattoo mine on you guys first,” I spat.

Hudson laughed. “That’s not the threat you think it is, sweetheart.” He pushed his cock into my waiting mouth, hissing as my tongue licked around the leaking head. I glared at him, causing his lips to tilt up and his eyes to sparkle with fondness. “I’m serious. We’d gladly get your name inked. It’d show everyone that we’re yours. No complaints about that.”

“I want to have his nipples pierced,” Hayes chimed in. He replaced his tongue with a finger, slowly fucking it in and out of my ass. I whimpered around Hudson’s cock, which had started to roughly fuck my face.

“Mmm, yeah, we’re definitely getting that done soon. I’d say we should get our dicks pierced, but there’s no way I’m fucking him with a condom on for weeks. I love filling him with cum too damn much to give up.” I whined, starting to fall into that floaty headspace I’d become addicted to. My hips wiggled as I tried to get Hayes to give some attention to my other hole as well.

“Aw, he’s shaking his hips,” Hayes mused. “Does our little whore need his pussy stuffed?”

“I think he does. How wet is he?” I shuddered as Hayes’s finger slid out of my ass to grab my hip. His other hand then lightly rubbed over my front hole, teasing me.

Hayes said to Hudson, “He’s soaked. Just fucking dripping.” He spread my folds open using his thumb and pointer finger. “God, I love this hole. You’re such a perfect little fucktoy for us, aren’t you?”

Hudson ribbed, “Are you going to fuck him like he needs or am I going to have to come down there and show you how it’s done?”

I shouted around the dick in my mouth as Hayes’s entire length slammed into me. The bite of pain from not being stretched beforehand only spiked my arousal. Hayes pulled out all the way until just his tip was inside of me, then thrusted in deep again. He began fucking me at a brutal pace. All I could do was moan and pant around Hudson’s dick as he matched his brother’s speed and rhythm.

“Is that good enough for you, brother?” Hayes grunted.

“God, yeah—fuck, you close, pet?” I met Hudson’s eyes and whined, hoping he understood that I was. He smirked and pushed past the resistance to slide his cock down my throat. “Fuck him even harder, Hayes. I-I’m… oh, fuck—I’m fucking his throat, gonna come quickly,” Hudson moaned. My vision began to darken from the lack of oxygen. I could feel my orgasm building low in my belly, so close to peaking.

Hayes’s thick cock pounded me hard, pushing me forward until my face was pressed against Hudson’s skin and pubic hair. I took a deep breath in through my nose, moaning at the strong scent of him .

“Take it, pet. Fuck—drink it all up,” Hudson growled as he came, spurting down my throat. Hayes’s hips punched forward, hitting a sensitive spot inside and causing my orgasm to spark.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock, precious. Ah—Yes!” Hayes shouted, grinding his cock as deep as possible while he released, filling me with pleasurable heat.

My body went limp between them.

“Nice and cum-drunk.” I lazily lifted my gaze to see Hudson, looking down at me with a pleased grin. “Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, then I need inside that ass.”

I moaned weakly as Hayes pulled his softening cock from my hole. He gave my butt a gentle pat before carefully rolling me onto my back. After tucking himself away, he picked me up and placed a soft kiss on the top of my head. I buried my face into his chest, soaking up his body heat.

“Hudson, should we say it now?” Hayes murmured as they began to walk us out of the woods. I glanced over at Hudson, who shrugged, then gave an affirmative nod. “We love you,” he whispered into my hair.

“You can’t,” I blurted out.

“Well, we’re saying that we can. Just for you, though. Don’t expect us to ever say that to anyone else,” Hudson said.

“We’re sorry we didn’t tell you earlier,” Hayes added, ducking slightly to avoid a spiderweb that hung from a low branch.

“Why didn’t you?”

Hayes let out a breath, his arms tightening slightly around me as if the question weighed more than it should. “Because stuff like that—those words having so much power—that’s not something we’re used to. It didn’t seem necessary to say it back, and we didn’t know you needed us to. I don’t…. I don’t think what we feel for you translates directly into one word. And we’ll never love you the same way that you do towards us—I don’t mean that how I assume you just took it since you flinched.” I hid my face, flushing. “But what we feel for you is a version of it, it’s just—”

“Could you try to describe how you feel about me? I… I think that might help me understand,” I asked quietly.

“Course, baby,” Hudson said. “It may not be a great explanation, though. We’ve never felt this way for anyone before, so it’s a bit hard to put into words.”

Hudson was quiet for a beat, his footsteps crunching against the forest floor. Then, slowly, he said, “It’s like… like you’re the only thing that gets through. Like you being with us filters the noise in our heads, the boredom, the need to hurt things just to feel something. It’s quieter when you’re around. You make things clearer. We don’t want to hurt you—well, we want to hurt you a bit, but not destroy you. We want to understand you. That’s not normal for us.”

Hayes added, softer than usual, “And we think about you when we’re not with you. Not in the usual way. Not just sex or play. We think about how you’re doing. If you’re warm enough. If you ate. We don’t think about people like that. But with you, we care even when it’s inconvenient. Especially when it’s inconvenient. It feels right to take care of you. And yeah, our way of doing that is a bit… unorthodox, to say the least, but we just can’t have a normal relationship with you. It’s not enough. You feel big. You’re a tiny little thing, but you’re so much bigger than all of it. You’re bigger than any job we could ever take, bigger than our selfishness, bigger than anything . We need everything about you.”

“And when you smile at us,” Hudson said, a little quieter now, “it hits differently. When you cry, I want to lick up each and every tear. When you scream, I want it to be at me—or us. We need to possess you. Your emotions, your thoughts, your body, fucking everything, sweetheart. I know it’s not the kind of love you’ve probably dreamed of, but we can’t give you that. So, whether or not everything we feel for you amounts to love or not, we’ll still say it. We’ll say it everyday, as much as you need, because if anyone else ever fucking says those words to you, we will literally put them into a garbage compactor. Aside from your friend, I guess—I’m not happy about that—but we get that what you have with him is much different than what you have with us. He’ll never own you like we do.”

Neither of them looked at me, which only made it feel more honest. My chest ached, but not in the awful, drowning way it had before. This was a different kind of ache—the kind that came with hope, however cautious.

I took a shaky breath. My throat was tight, like my body didn’t trust me to speak without falling apart.

“I didn’t run because I hate you, I love you to the point it scares me,” I said quietly. “I ran because I thought I was going to disappear.”

Their steps slowed, like they were trying to make sure they heard every word. I could practically hear their brains working to understand. It was sweet in a weird kind of way.

“I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Everything was moving so fast. One day I was just… me. And then suddenly, I was yours. Or supposed to be. And I didn’t know what that meant.” I clutched Hayes’s hoodie, trying to keep the tears from spilling out of my eyes. “I thought maybe if I left, I’d remember who I was before.”

“And did you?” Hudson asked, gently, but not without weight.

“No,” I admitted. “But I realized I don’t want to go back there either. I was lonely. Always second-guessing everything, wondering if I was too much or not enough for anyone to ever choose me. You—both of you—you didn’t just choose me. You need me.” I lifted my head, met their eyes even though I felt like I might shatter under their attention. “But I need to feel like I’m not just some item you’ve decided to collect. I need to know I matter for more than how I look when I kneel. And—And I want a safeword.”

“Okay,” Hayes said, and it wasn’t slick or teasing—it was firm. Real.

Hudson’s grin was slow, a little crooked. “In exchange, outside of sex, too, you need to tell us when something’s wrong or when you need something. We need you to help us help you. We can’t read the room when it comes to you and your feelings. We’ll try our best, but it took us like six hours today to figure out that you needed us to say we love you.” Hudson stepped closer, his hand gripping my jaw. It was not too hard, just enough to make me look at him. His eyes burned. “You don’t disappear on us, Oliver. Ever. You especially don’t put yourself in danger like you did today. We’ll need to look at your ankles closer once we get back. Your wrist is swollen, but I can tell it’s not broken. Once we wash you up, we’ll see about your ankles. I swear to God, Oliver, if you broke any bones doing this shit…”

“I didn’t know if I could breathe around you guys anymore,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible.

Hudson’s mouth brushed against my temple. “Then let us teach you. Let us show you that you’re not going to suffocate. That you were meant to breathe in our air.”

I shivered.

They didn’t drag me back. They didn’t lock me up. They didn’t have to.

Because for the first time since I’d stepped into their world, I wasn’t running.

I was walking willingly toward the fire.

* * *

The journey back to the house was quiet. Not uncomfortable, but charged. Once inside, Hudson shut and locked the door behind us. The sound echoed like a final click inside my ribs.

Hudson stepped in front of me slowly, like approaching a skittish animal. “You’re cold,” he said, his fingers brushing mine, warm and steady. “Let’s get you cleaned up, pet.”

Hayes carried me up the stairs and into the main bathroom we used, depositing me gently on the counter by the sink. “I want to get your feet and ankles washed off first before we get in the bath. Can you turn and put your feet in the sink?” I nodded, turning on the counter, lifting my legs, and nervously placing my feet in the basin. Luckily, I was able to manage to get them under the faucet without accidentally hitting my ankles on anything.

Hayes put his palm under the faucet as his other hand turned the warm water handle, testing the water temperature. Satisfied, he moved his palm out of the stream of water, letting it pour onto my sinfully dirty feet. “Hudson, can you grab the antibacterial soap for me? And a washcloth, please.”

Hayes gently lifted my foot, rubbing his fingers along the skin to get the leaves that were plastered on. Hudson placed the soap and washcloth he’d retrieved from the linen closet next to where I sat on the cool marble.

Watching the three of us in the mirror, I couldn’t help but snort. When that drew puzzled looks, I giggled, “Sorry, it’s just that even with me sitting up here, you two are still like a head taller than me.”

“You’re the perfect size for us,” Hudson replied, eyes crinkling.

“Tell that to my insides,” I said, trying to sound serious.

“Tell your insides that we appreciate them,” Hayes quipped, wearing a jovial grin.

“Oh, shut—” I hissed as Hayes began using the soap to clean around my ankles. I cringed as the dirt and grime were washed away, leaving two very swollen and bruised ankles.

Hayes grimaced. “Baby…”

“I didn’t break them, right?”

“Doesn’t look like it, but you have two bad sprains,” he answered.

Hudson leaned in between us to take a look. “Shit, we’ll need to get some ice on those and elevate them while you sleep tonight. At least the cuts are all pretty surface-level. They should be fine as long as we keep your feet clean.” He gave my hair a quick ruffle before walking to the other end of the bathroom to begin running the bath.

Hayes turned the sink faucet off to stop the stream of water from the tap. He had me turn to sit on the edge of the counter again before lifting and moving me to the edge of the tub. Very carefully, he peeled my tattered clothes off. I saw his jaw tighten as he took in the various bruises littering my body. I caught his eye, sending him a small smile.

“Does this mean no more rough sex for a while?” I joked, getting a laugh out of Hudson.

“As if you can go more than a day without needing to be ruined,” he bet.

Hayes sighed, rolling his eyes. “Nothing rough, at least until you’re not sore anymore.” He stopped, seeming to consider it further. “Choking would probably be alright. Definitely no impact play, though.”

Hudson helped me lower into the soothing, warm water without putting weight on my ankles. “There you go. Is the temperature okay, little one?”

“Mhm. Thank you… for everything. I mean it. I still don’t agree with your methods of starting a relationship, but I’m glad it happened. Because now I have you two, and maybe I am brainwashed, but I love you. Seriously, though, do you guys understand how lucky you are that I like all your weird kinks? Blah, I hate saying that. But what if I were a Dom?”

Hayes chuckled, “It’s strikingly clear you’re a submissive, pet. We clocked it the first time we saw you. But you’re right, not all subs like the other pieces.”

“You were meant for us, so what else would you be but perfectly compatible with us?” Hudson mused.

Later, when they curled around me in bed, everything softened. Hudson’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist, anchoring me. Hayes’s lips found the crown of my head. And in the stillness, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—I didn’t have to keep running.

Maybe I was finally home.

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow from the hallway. Hayes’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip where my soft t-shirt had ridden up. I could feel Hudson’s breath on the back of my neck—steady, warm, in sync with mine.

“Still with us, baby?” Hayes murmured. His voice was velvety and warm. I knew that he wasn’t asking for consent. He was asking if I was here .

“I’m with you,” I whispered.

Yeah. I was home.

Hudson’s hand slid beneath my shirt, fingertips dragging lightly up my spine. Hayes leaned in, brushing his nose along my jaw. My body trembled, not from the lingering pain, but from my world shifting, slotting into place. The same way my body fit perfectly between theirs.

Hayes’s mouth met mine softly, like he was afraid I’d break. My fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, and I heard Hudson’s low exhale behind me. His hand moved from my back to my chest, palm searing heat into my skin as it splayed over my heart.

“You feel that?” he asked, lips ghosting my ear. “That’s ours; just as ours belong to you, Oliver.”

“You complete us,” Hayes said between kisses down my throat. “Our missing piece. Our beautiful, beautiful boy. Absolutely perfect.” My core burned from all the praise.

I turned toward Hudson and took his lips in an unhurried, indulgent kiss. The heat between the three of us bloomed like wildfire.

And I didn’t feel small or afraid or unsure.

I felt seen. Claimed.

And for once in my life, truly safe.

Hayes brushed his fingers through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp. My breath hitched when Hudson’s hand slid to the side of my face, calloused thumb brushing just below my eye. A moment later, Hayes’s hand slipped beneath his, intertwining their fingers and making my voice strain with emotion.

“I don’t want to fuck again tonight,” I confessed, barely louder than a breath. They moved in closer. Hayes pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth—tentative, lingering—and Hudson followed, resting his forehead against my fevered temple. It was all warmth and gravity.

Grounding.

“Do you want anything to happen or do you want to go to sleep?” Hayes spoke against my shoulder and he sucked love bites into my skin.

“I like… this.”

“Tell us what exactly you want,” Hudson said, his voice low and rough at the edges. “Let us worship you tonight, pet. Nice and slow.”

I shivered, sucking my bottom lip into my teeth. “Just… don’t stop touching me. Please.”

“We weren’t planning to,” Hudson said, already pushing the waistband of my pajama pants down. “We’re going to learn every single way to make you feel good, baby. You just have to stay right here and let us. Stay with us forever.”

“I’m scared this is just a dream,” I whispered, a little embarrassed at the confession.

Hayes’s hand slid against my lower back, stroking soothing circles on my skin. “We’re not going anywhere. Not unless you kill us.”

A shaky laugh slipped from my lips before I could stop it. “I don’t think I could.” I let my eyes fall closed, breathing in the warmth of their bodies and the quiet surrounding us. “You really mean it?” I asked, barely above a whisper. “You’ll keep me forever?”

“Forever,” Hudson said.

“And even a little longer,” Hayes added, pulling me tighter.

“A little longer than forever,” I hummed. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Hudson rolled away from me, reaching over to the nightstand and fumbling around. When he rolled back towards me, I saw a silk tie in his grasp.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, fastening the tie as a makeshift blindfold. “Good boy. Now, you just relax, okay?” I bit my lip and nodded. I shivered as four hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. I needed my clothes off. I didn’t want anything between us.

“Please take my clothes off, Masters,” I urged.

“We’ve got you,” Hayes murmured, breath tickling my collarbone. “Stop thinking. Just let go and feel.”

Hudson purred, “Be a good little puppy and stay .” I whined, trembling with want as my shirt was slowly inched up my torso and chest, my arms were lifted, and the shirt was pulled off. Another set of hands massaged my hips before sliding my pants and underwear off. When I was finally naked besides from my socks, the hands began to roam again—journeying up and down my body.

The blindfold amplified the sensations, almost to the point where I thought I might come from the groping and petting alone. I mewled as someone’s fingernail scraped one of my nipples.

“You make such pretty sounds, pet,” Hayes said.

“P-please,” I whimpered, feeling my arousal drip into the crease between my thigh and groin.

“Shhh,” Hayes hushed. “We know what you need, don’t worry.” I wasn’t sure if it was his hand or Hudson’s, but someone began to stroke the outside of my holes, touching my dick every other pass.

Hudson said, “It’s time for my favorite.”

“Oh! Please, yes, yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips ever so slightly as Hudson’s tongue swirled around my dick, kissing it passionately.

“Good boy,” Hayes whispered, licking the shell of my ear, then sucking the lobe into his mouth. Moans fell freely from my mouth as the twins fulfilled their promise to worship me.

No inch of my body was left untouched as they brought me closer and closer to orgasm. At some point, Hudson had slipped a finger into my front hole, fucking me with it and his tongue.

I felt like I was going crazy. My mind was filled with nothing but the increasing need to come. As Hudson added another finger to his onslaught, my thighs shook and my chest hitched.

“More, p-please, Master. More fingers, please,” I whined, my voice high-pitched and needy. Hudson’s tongue pulled out of my hole, instead slithering up to lap at my dripping cock. He added a third finger just as he began to suck, causing a loud, long moan to pour out from my throat. “Yes, yes, yes—please,” I begged.

Hayes plucked my sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to us.” Hudson lightly grazed my little dick with his teeth, causing my hole to grip onto his fingers as the tightly-wound coil inside my low belly suddenly sprang loose.

“Fuck, yes! Yes! Coming,” I cried, bucking against Hudson’s face as I rode the waves of my orgasm. He continued to lick and nip at my cock, moaning the entire time, prolonging my orgasm for even longer.

“There’s a good fucking boy, Oliver. Such a perfect cockslut for your Masters. Ride his face, baby. Grind that fucking pussy,” Hayes growled.

As I came down from my high, the twins undid my blindfold and brought a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean up the little mess I’d made. I could hardly keep my eyes open anymore when they gently redressed me and held me between themselves under the heavy comforter.

“Go to sleep, pet,” Hudson said quietly. I hummed, already half-asleep.

“I love you,” they said simultaneously.