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“Can’t have you tighten up again,” Mason says. “That’s why I gave you the plug. Have to keep this hole nice and open, so I can just slide inside whenever I please.”

I gasp as he pushes a finger inside, and I struggle to keep sucking his cock.

“Isn’t that right, puppy?” he continues. “We need to keep your skin nice and marked, and your hole nice and open. Then you’ll get treats anytime you want. Would you like that?”

I moan around his cock, trying to speak. He tugs my head back, making me pull off his dick and meet his eyes. “Yes,” I gasp.

“Stick your tongue out and lick now, puppy. Show me how much you like your treat.”

I do as he says, sticking my tongue out and lapping at the underside of his cock, up and down, much like I would a popsicle. At the same time, Mason presses another finger into me, two of them now moving as one, stretching me open. I rock back and forth, wanting his fingers deeper, wanting him to take the hint and just fuck me already.

“Keep still, puppy,” he warns. “Or else you won’t get your treat.”

“But… I want it,” I pant, still licking his cock like a good boy.

“Take it deeper now. All the way down.”

All the way? But I’ve never done that. My gag reflex always stops me.

Determined but a little intimidated, I swallow him down, trying to work up plenty of saliva, but it’s hard to concentrate when he keeps pumping his fingers into my ass at the same time. I whine in protest and pleasure, and I try, I really try, but I choke again and again on the thick length of his cock.

“That’s good.” He pulls his fingers out. “Now come sit.”

His cock slips out of my mouth with a pop, and I straddle him eagerly, guiding his cock to my hole and sinking down, all in one go. We both gasp when my ass meets his hips.

“That’s it, puppy,” Mason groans. “Enjoy your treat. You deserve it.”

“I do?” I whimper, hurting myself with how fast I’m taking him, but I don’t care. The pain is gone soon, replaced by pure, undiluted pleasure. I pick up the pace, grinding into his lap, placing my hands on his chest. He holds them there, our fingers entwining.

“Of course you do. You’ve been good for me, haven’t you? Letting me mark you all over.” He presses down on a tender spot on my collarbone, so hard I gasp.

I rock back and forth, desperate for that pleasure to explode and just⁠—

“Ahh… co-coming… I’m coming!” I’m too loud; Oliver would’ve surely heard that, but at the moment, it’s hard to care. He can go into the garage or something if he doesn’t want to hear his brother nailing me raw.

Mason keeps pressing down on my bruise, and it only makes me shoot harder, my cock spilling between us, splattering his torso.

“Mm, that’s a good puppy,” Mason says. “Now lean forward and just relax, so I can come.”

He tilts me toward him, then he braces his feet against the mattress and starts thrusting into me at a punishing pace. I whine at the oversensitivity, but it doesn’t take long until he groans and shoots his cum deep into my guts.

“Fuck,” he groans. “That little puppy hole feels so good.” He keeps fucking into me until I feel his cum leak out around his cock.

I feel so, so good, but something’s missing. I wonder what?

I stroke a hand across my throat. Of course. I bend over and reach into my backpack, finding my collar with the heart-shaped pendant.

Mason’s eyes light up at the sight. “Want your collar back, puppy?”

I nod desperately.

“Your throat feels so empty without it, right?”

“Yeah. So empty.” I sound breathy and high-pitched, a little pathetic, but I want it so much. I want him to mark me fully, not just with the bruises, but with something that belongs to him—something the world can see at a glance.

With careful movements, Mason wraps the choker around my neck and clips it shut. “There. Nice and snug. How does that feel?”

“Good,” I whisper. “Really good.” It feels amazing, like I belong to someone now—to him. And he wants me that way. All of me.