Chapter 2 Oliver #2
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.
Yep.
A bright pink tentacle dildo.
With artificial suckers running up and down its length.
And lastly, there was the monstrosity that I just knew was the one my Masters wanted me to choose. Honestly, it was kind of hot.
I was just deeply concerned about Lane’s insides.
“Are you sure none of these are… too much?” I skeptically asked Greyson.
Greyson’s lips tipped up in a small smirk. “I’m sure. I know what he can take, Oliver.”
My hands trembled as I took the strap-on from Hudson. I then fastened the harness around my hips.
“Can you help me put it on?” I asked Hudson.
“Sure. Which one?” Hudson’s eyes glittered with the confidence that he knew which one his pet would choose.
I blushed from embarrassment, then whispered, “You know which one.”
“Hell yesss!”
It took Hudson a minute to attach it, but not too long. I stared down at my pelvis, half questioning my life choices, and half horny out of my mind.
The dildo jutted out, thick and ready, pressing pleasureably against my dick with every subtle movement. I felt powerful, and so goddamn ready to fuck that my own arousal was dripping down my inner thighs.
I turned to face Lane.
“What the fuck?!” Lane choked out, his eyes wide and locked on my chosen cock. “Is that what I think it is? Jesus, fuck. Nope. No way.”
I understood Lane’s reaction. After all, I’d probably react the same way.
Hayes teased, “What, never taken a werewolf cock before?”
“Of course I fucking haven’t!” Lane scoffed loudly, still staring at the monster between my legs.
The long shaft, tapered tip, and very pronounced knot stared right back at him. I gauged that it was around twelve inches in length, but couldn’t even begin to guess the width of the bulbous knot towards the base of the dildo.
Greyson rose from where he’d sat down on the couch and approached Lane.
Lane whined, “Daddy, I can’t take that.”
Grey leaned down to run his fingers over Lane’s scalp. “You can, princess. And you will.”
Lane whimpered but pushed into his husband’s hand. “Promise it won’t tear me?”
“I promise. All that training hasn’t been for nothing, kitten. Plus, you’re already nice and stretched from your tail and Daddy’s dick.”
“If you’re sure…”
“I am. Now, don’t you want to be the first kitten your little puppy friend breeds? Be a warm, willing hole for him?” Greyson continued to stroke Lane’s head, watching with a satisfied expression as Lane began to softly pant and lick his lips.
Hudson added, his voice firm, “The only one he’s allowed to breed. Ever.”
Lane swallowed a moan. “Okay,” he murmured. “Y-yeah… Yes, please…”
Greyson’s fingers threaded deeper into Lane’s hair, massaging his scalp with a firm, reassuring pressure. “It won’t tear you, princess. We’ve prepped you well enough. Just breathe and take it for your pup here. Show him how good you can be.”
Lane’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, wide with a cocktail of apprehension and excitement.
The sight of the massive dildo had him trembling, but the degradation from earlier, the way Greyson dismissed his own cock as worthless, seemed like it had only made him more eager to take it.
He nodded shakily, a soft groan escaping his lips as he leaned into Greyson’s touch.
“I’ll take it for you, Ollie. Fuck me, please,” he moaned.
The moan hung in the air, raw and needy, sealing his agreement. My pulse thundered in my ears, my hole aching with fresh slick as I watched Lane submit so beautifully.
Hudson stepped back, his voice a low rumble. “Go on, pup. Mount him. Make him whine for more.”
“Ruin him,” Greyson ordered.
Lane held his gaze as he fell forward onto his elbows and lifted his ass in the air.
I dropped to my knees, the rug soft under me as I shuffled over and positioned myself behind Lane.
“Take his tail out,” Greyson instructed me.
I shakily placed my hands on Lane’s hips, almost combusting as I did so. My hands began to roam, palms sliding up to Lane’s low back, then down his rounded cheeks.
Lane was so soft and smooth—so different from my Masters and their hard, rough bodies. Lane was pale and freckled and so freaking cute.
Biting my lip, my fingers wrapped around Lane’s tail plug, then slowly, listening for every little hitch of my friend’s breath, I began to pull.
Lane groaned when the widest part of the plug pulled on his rim, stretching him open. And when it finally popped out completely, Lane’s hips jerked, a spurt of precum dripping to the floor.
I stared in quiet awe as Lane’s hole twitched and pulsed right in front of my face. I was so enraptured that I hardly noticed Hayes getting up and walking over to us.
“Cover yourself with this,” he instructed, jolting me out of my daze. Hayes handed me a bottle of lube, grinned, then retreated back to the couch.
I did as I was told, slathering the thick and slippery liquid over my temporary cock.
“Need you inside,” Lane panted, hips rolling back to nudge against the dildo’s tip. “Please, Ollie. I’m ready for you. I want you to fuck me.”
If this ended up being just a dream, fuck the fucking universe.
I aligned the tapered head with Lane’s rim, pressing just enough to let the point breach him.
Lane’s hole yielded easily at first, slick from lube and prior play, swallowing the first few inches with a greedy clench.
I thrust in shallowly, working in more length, listening to Lane’s grunts and noises.
“More—give me more. I can take your cock.” Lane’s voice cracked on the last word, body shuddering as I sank halfway in, the veined shaft dragging against his walls. “Oh fuck, fuck…”
Hayes watched from the couch, hand fisted around his own thick erection, stroking lazily. “There you go, pet. A nice, wet pussy, just for you. Bet it’s begging for a knot already. Breed that little slut.”
Lane moaned, his fingers digging into the rug, “Oliver, oh my god…”
I picked up the pace, hips snapping forward to bury the full shaft—minus the knot—inside Lane.
Lane’s body trembled underneath me, his arms giving out, the dildo sliding even deeper as the front half of his body collapsed to the floor. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh f-fuck, no, too b-big—”
The motion rocked the base of my fake dick against my real dick rhythmically, causing sparks of pleasure to build in my core. I was pretty sure Lane would be bruised from the brutal grip I had on his hips as I rutted into him, but that turned me on, too—knowing that I was allowed to mark him.
I almost didn’t notice as Greyson pulled out his phone and aimed the camera at the two of us.
“Feels so good,” I groaned. “Good… kitty,” I panted, nails digging into Lane’s porcelain skin. “God, it’s so fucking good, Laney!”
Lane’s responses dissolved into whines and broken moans. As my thrusts grew bolder, the knot began to nudge against Lane’s rim with each push—thick, insistent, and promising to lock us together.
Hudson rose and came over, his hand landing on my ass to guide a deeper angle. “Push it in, pet. Knot him. Let him feel what it’s like to be bred. Make him have your puppies.”
With a determined grunt, I bore down, circling my hips to work the knot past Lane’s resistant ring.
Lane screamed, a tortured sound, as the bulbous swell stretched him impossibly wide.
Inch by agonizing inch, it popped inside, the taper locking with a wet squelch.
Lane’s ass clenched down hard, trapping the toy, the pressure no doubt battering his prostate relentlessly.
Lane just wailed, way past the capability to speak.
I felt as his body locked up, then released, followed by a long, keening cry.
“Holy fuck, did he just piss himself?” I vaguely heard Hudson ask, although it sounded muted.
Greyson replied, “Looks like both. God, he’s wrecked. Look at that face. No thoughts behind those eyes. Just a whore drunk on cock.”
I stilled for a moment, both me and Lane panting, connected and immobile. The internal vibrations from Lane’s spasms hummed against my dick. I rocked forward experimentally, grinding rather than thrusting, the locked position turning every movement into pure friction.
Fuck, I could definitely come like this.
Suddenly, Greyson was kneeling in front of Lane, his pants undone and his hand pumping his cock. “Open up, kitten.” He gripped Lane’s hair, pulling him onto his dick. “Suck Daddy, that’s it. Good girl.”
As Lane choked and gagged around Greyson’s cock, I continued humping forward in short, forceful grinds. I was getting so close. Just a bit more…
The brothers’ voices wove through the haze that I’d found myself in—Greyson murmuring praises laced with humiliating commands to Lane, Hayes grunting approvals as he pumped his fist harder, Hudson’s hand spanking my ass to spur me on.
Tension coiled tight in my belly, and I ground down hard, moaning loudly as I finally reached my peak.
Lane followed shortly with a howl, his hole clamping rhythmically around the knotted dildo, milking it as if it were real as waves of ecstasy rippled through him.
“Does he come dry a lot?” Hayes wondered.
Greyson answered casually, “When he’s made to come several times in a row, yeah.”
We stayed locked, bodies trembling from aftershocks, both of us rendered mute from our overwhelming climaxes.
Greyson chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss Lane’s temple. “Good kitten. You were such a good breeding bitch. So fucking perfect, princess.”
Hudson groped one of my ass cheeks. “Bet you got him fucking pregnant, babe.”
I shuddered and collapsed forward onto Lane, the strap-on still buried deep inside him.
His ass clenched around the thick knot at the base, holding it in place like a desperate grip, his cum and piss splattered across the carpet in sticky wet puddles.
Greyson’s fingers tangled in Lane’s hair, pulling his head back just enough to let his cock slip free from those swollen lips with a wet pop.
Saliva trailed from Lane’s mouth to the glistening shaft, and he gasped for air, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy with bliss.
“Good girl,” Greyson murmured, his voice rough from restraint. He stroked Lane’s jaw, thumb wiping away a smear of cum. “Maybe you should be knotted more often, hm?”
Hudson’s hand lingered on my ass, the sting from his hand fading into a warm throb. He leaned down, breath hot against my ear. “Next time, I think we should fuck you as you fuck Lane.”
Next time?!
“Yes,” I mumbled, unsure of how else to answer that.
His fingers traced the harness straps digging into my hips, tugging lightly to remind me of the weight still connected to Lane.
Hayes, who had been watching with his cock in hand, finally stepped closer. His fist slowed, but he didn’t stop entirely, eyes locked on the mess between Lane’s legs.
“Damn, you really wrecked him, pet,” he growled, voice thick.
I eased back slowly, the knot catching for a moment before popping free with a slick sound. A gush of lube followed, dripping down his thighs into the mess below. He whined at the emptiness, but Greyson was quick to soothe him, sliding his kitten tail back in.
“Just relax,” Greyson commanded softly, and Lane obeyed, his eyes shuttering closed as his body fully slumped against the floor.
Hudson unbuckled my harness with efficient hands, sliding it off and setting it aside. His own arousal pressed against my back as he pulled me up against him, cock hard and insistent between my cheeks. “We’re gonna need one more round each, pup.”