Page 34 of Yours to Break

Before Oliver, I’d never even considered whether or not I would be attracted to a transgender male. I don’t think I would’ve answered no if asked, but it wasn’t something persistently on my mind. I’d never had any sexual experience outside of cisgender men.

I liked cock, I liked balls, and I liked ass.

But Oliver?

Fuck. I was obsessed.

I was addicted to his sweet little dick. It was justso…fucking…small. Maybe around an inch in length? I’d done my research; it was called bottom growth, and was the “enlargement of the clitoral tissue” from testosterone-based hormone replacement therapy. Not that I particularly cared what it was called from a medical standpoint. Oliver was just so damn petite in general that anything longer than three inches wouldn’t have suited his body—in my opinion.

Not to mention, he had two holes; one for each of us.

Fucking him couldn’t wait any longer.

After drying him off from the shower, I carried him into Hayes’s bedroom from the en suite. It was only when Hayes was putting his collar back on that Oliver slowly emerged from his stupor.

“Please let me go,” he whispered, his voice cracking from emotion and his big doe eyes pleading.

Hayes brushed an errant curl off Oliver’s forehead before pushing him onto his back in the large bed. “That’s not going to happen, pet. But we promise we are going to take such good care of you. You won’t need to worry about anything anymore.”

Oliver let out a small, distressed whimper as I crawled between his legs, gripping and kneading each of his thighs.

“You’re going to be our perfect slut, baby. You may be scared now, but I bet by next month you’ll be begging to always have a cock in you. We’ll need to buy you some more plugs for when we aren’t using you.”

Deciding to leave the rest of the talking to my brother, I dove in, licking a path from Oliver’s dick to ass. He gasped, his body shuddering in pleasure.

When he tried to push my head away, Hayes grabbed his wrists and held them together above him on the mattress.

“Give in to us, Oliver,” Hayes said, voice raspy.

“B-but—”

Hayes raised an eyebrow. “Do you need to be gagged?”

As I pushed two digits into Oliver’s tight cunt, I suggested, “I think you should. It might make it easier for him to let go. Did you bring it up with us?”

Oliver whined and squirmed on the bed, which only managed to egg me on. We made brief eye contact, during which Oliver frantically shook his head back and forth. In response, I pushed in a third finger, making him let out a strangled moan of pleasure when I hooked my fingers up to press on his G-spot.

“Keep your hands right here, pet. No moving. It’ll just take a second,” Hayes instructed, letting go of his hold on Oliver’s wrists to retrieve the bone-shaped gag from his nightstand.

Oliver’s eyes tracked Hayes’s fluid movements, chest heaving as the gag was slipped between his teeth and secured at the back of his head.

“There. Much better. It should be easier for him to slip into subspace this way, but we’ll see what happens,” I surmised. Oliver’s eyes glittered with fearful tears as I slipped my fingers out of him. Eagerly watching his reactions, I wrapped my hand around my cock; precum dripped readily out of the tip as I pumped my fist up and down. Hayes leaned over, drizzling lube onto my aching member.

“Time to become ours officially, little pup,” Hayes told Oliver, stroking his chest in soothing circular motions. Oliver’s breath hitched each time my brother lightly brushed against his nipples.

After all of this was over and he was happily settled in, I wanted to tattoo our names over the scars from his top surgery. I despised every mark on his body that wasn’t ours.

I brought my hips down so that my cock was level with his gorgeous virgin hole. As I rubbed the tip against it, unintelligible noises came from behind Oliver’s gag. I raised my line of sight, looking deep into his eyes as I slowly began to enter him.

He flinched, his eyes closed tightly, as I inched myself past where my fingers had reached. Hayes continued his heavy petting, hoping to ease our pet’s discomfort.

“You’re taking me so well, Oliver,” I praised, my voice strained due to how unbelievably tight his inner walls were against my swollen cock.

Hayes whispered sweetly to Oliver, “Such a good boy for us. So good. Look at Hudson. Look how pleased you’re making him. This is all you’ll have to do from now on, baby. No work, no stress. You have no idea how long we’ve waited for someone just for us. You’re so fucking perfect.”

The praise seemingly worked wonders on Oliver. That and the fact that his hole had finally gotten used to my size, changing pain into pleasure.

I held back from fucking him the way I truly wanted to—which was violently fucking him through the mattress— and instead slowly plunged myself in further, then out, then in—again and again. Oliver’s eyes glossed over. Slobber was dripping from his gag and the corners of his mouth. His face was flushed beautifully. Broken moans and whimpers slipped past the gag into the air around us.

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