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“You’re… ours,” I grunted, increasing the speed and strength of my thrusts. “Fuck.Your little boy pussy is milking me so fucking well. Oh, fuck. Look how hard his dick is. It’s just begging for attention, isn’t it, Hayes?”

A sly smile graced my twin’s face as he sat up from where he lay next to Oliver. His hand landed on Oliver’s pelvis before slithering down. As his fingers caressed Oliver’s dick, rubbing and pinching, I moaned at the sudden clench around my cock.

Oliver’s hips shook while squeals and the like filtered through his gagged lips.

“Shit, he’s squeezing me so fucking tight! Fuck me, I’m coming. Fuck, here it comes, pet!” I shivered uncontrollably as the most intense orgasm of my life rolled over me. My cock spurted cum deep inside Oliver, before I continued to gently fuck his channel until my dick had fully softened. I lowered myself so that I was lying on top of him, but not crushing him with my full body weight. His fucked-out expression was art gallery worthy. If I could paint, I’d paint that look over and over until I had an entire room dedicated to his post-orgasm haze.

“My turn, move over,” Hayes demanded, his dick already primed and ready. As I moved to lay next to Oliver like Hayes had been doing, Hayes positioned himself between Oliver’s spread legs and lined up the tip of his cock with Oliver’s pussy.

Oliver attempted to wiggle away from Hayes, grunts and muffled words of disagreement pouring out of him.

Hayes gripped Oliver’s hips, forcefully pulling him onto his dick. Oliver loudly moaned, thrashing his head side to side.

“Damn, he’s still so fucking tight. Your cum makes for pretty good lube, though,” he chuckled between groans.

I rolled my eyes playfully, feeling more connected to my twin than I had been for a long, long time.

This was it.

Oliver was our missing piece.

“I can’t wait to try his ass.” But instead, I laid my head on his chest, my attention locked onto his pert, dusty pink nipples. I sucked one into my mouth, grazing my teeth against it. Oliver’s hand came down on my scalp. I expected him to try to push me away, but no. He raked his fingers through my hair, causing me to purr around his trapped nub.

He moaned, pushing out his chest.

“You like your nipples played with, pup?” I asked, grinning with satisfaction when he answered by pushing his chest out even more.

Hayes slapped one of Oliver’s thighs to get his attention. Once Oliver was looking at him, he said, “I’m close, baby, but I want you to come again.” Still thrusting into Oliver, Hayes flicked his gaze towards me. “Rub his little dick, Hudson. Help me make our precious pet come.” While continuing to suck and nip at Oliver’s chest, I slid a hand down his soft stomach.

I used my thumb and forefinger to capture the tiny thing, rolling it between my digits. Oliver bucked up at the contact, probably still oversensitive from only coming a few minutes ago. Nevertheless, I continued rubbing, petting, and pinching his dick; he squirmed wildly, tears cascading down his reddened cheeks.

I could feel that he was right on the edge of the precipice. I just needed to shove him off the edge.

So, I bit him.

Hard.

Imayhave broken some skin.

As my teeth tore into the fragile skin above his collarbone, his body seized, and a weak wail came from behind his gag.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Hayes yelled, punching his hips forward as he raced towards his own peak. “Coming—take it, pet!”

Oliver’s small body shook before collapsing against the sheets like a limp noodle. Cum gushed out of his front hole as Hayes slid his softened cock out.

Oliver’s eyes fluttered shut, leaving just my brother and me to witness how thoroughly ruined he was.

How thoroughlyourshe was.

15

Oliver

The days passed in a blur. Most nights, I slept sandwiched between Hayes and Hudson on one of their huge beds. If I were mad at them, I’d sleep on the dog bed they’d brought up from the basement cell. Somehow, it seemed that was more of a punishment for them than for me—it was actually pretty comfy.

Most mornings I was fucked awake. Actually, no. It wasallmornings.

After sex, we’d typically all shower together. I was doted upon by the siblings, like I was actually someone who deserved to be cared for.

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