Page 137 of Love Unlimited

There was something unbelievably erotic about Ash’s innocent determination. They were playing, eager to reach his cock with the same excitement they’d had for the donuts a little while ago, or one of the squishy balls they loved to fetch. But now each touch of that soft, teal snout and panting breath was driving Danger wild.

He’d thought Ash would be all his to tease and adore, his fingers aching to play with that rigid tail. But Ash’s bounding energy had turned everything around.

Good puppy, Daddy praised again when Landon’s shorts were tangled somewhere around his ankles. Daddy turned to Danger. I’m going to help our puppy out.

Daddy knelt and pulled down Danger’s briefs, exposing his cock to the warm summer air. It sprang up immediately, hard and ready.

Ash leapt up, licking Daddy’s face and then Danger’s fingers where they rested on Danger’s belly. Ash scampered back and forth, like they were too excited to even know where to begin.

They were at once so puppy-like, and so erotically themself, with their delicate human limbs and, fuck, that tail that Danger kept thinking of.

Daddy tugged at Danger’s shirt and he let them slip it off, compliant in his desire for whatever came next. This was all Ash’s show, with Daddy orchestrating.

Puppies don’t wear clothes, Daddy told Ash matter-of-factly.

Ash cocked their head, no sign of comprehension.

Come here.

Ash danced around on their paws, tail wagging, then licked up Danger’s chest. It was tickly and silly, turning him on more than he’d ever imagined.

Danger saw motion in the doorway and looked up to find Daddy Zhong standing there again. He had to laugh when he saw all the goodies he carried. A container of watermelon, a package of baby wipes, and lube.

Daddy laughed, too. Thank you.

Ash raced over and licked their Handler’s knees, then sat back on their haunches to beg for a treat. Zhong tossed the lube and wipes to Dustin, underhand, then fed Ash a piece of watermelon, looking relaxed and content as he scratched behind their ears. Go play with Daddy Dustin, he told them.

Zhong’s eyes darted around the cozy treehouse, and for a moment Danger wanted to cover himself, embarrassed at being caught flat on his back, legs spread and dick hard.

But Daddy Zhong just nodded, like he was confirming something. That they were having sex? That the doggie bed was big enough? It really could have been anything. Then, with a happy wave, he wandered away.

Since Daddy held the watermelon now, Ash clambered over to him, Landon’s dripping cock completely forgotten.

Danger’s sex life was weirder than anything he’d ever imagined, and he loved the shit out of it.

Ugh. He just loved all of his people. His puppy and his Daddy and his puppy’s Handler, his Daddy Zhong. So, fucking much.

Watching Daddy tempt Ash out of their clothes with pieces of fruit was both the funniest and sexiest thing Danger had ever seen. He got up to help, pulling off one tight sleeve over Ash’s puppy mitts while they were trying to lick his chest and then beg for another treat. Beneath it, they were all creamy skin and smooth muscles, soft breasts that he loved to touch and that small cock that he wanted to suck.

Not that they stayed still enough for him to come anywhere close to that. Ash was usually never this difficult to manage, so he had to assume they were playing it up just for him. It was working, though. He was laughing and relaxed, aroused and enamored.

The shorts were just as difficult, even with a strip of velcro along the back that allowed Daddy to slide them around Ash’s tail. It got easier, though, when Daddy told him to take off Ash’s knee pads and shoes. They wouldn’t need them on the soft mat at all.

Finally, they were both gloriously naked.

Lay down, Daddy told Danger gently, though there was a streak of mischief in his eye.

He lay on the soft mat, Ash trotting over to him.

Then Daddy took out another chunk of watermelon, getting Ash’s attention, and slowly rubbed the cold block down Landon’s dick.

Fuck. Fuck! It was cold, and so, so arousing. The crisp texture, the juices running down his shaft, the forbidden feeling of using food for such a naughty purpose, and then Ash, his puppy, watching Daddy’s hands with those wide, beautiful eyes. It was amazing and perfect and strange and... Then Ash’s mouth was on him. Not giving him a blow job, but gobbling up the chilly fruit interspersed with licks of a hot, wet tongue. It was magnificent.

When the cube was gone, Ash kept licking, slurping up all the juices and sucking Landon’s cock into their mouth, then slobbering down his length. The knowledge that they weren’t really doing it to please him, but rather to get their treat, was unspeakably sexy. Or maybe his cock was the treat along with the fruit?

Daddy placed another block on the tip of Danger’s cock, holding it there and then running the chilly shape up and down his length. He traced over his balls. It was cold, almost painfully cold, and so damn good. Ash was practically frantic, trying to get their mouth on it and chasing Daddy’s hands all over, licking and sucking as they went, that little tail still wagging.

Daddy finally set the watermelon right at the base of his cock, where it merged with his balls, and let Ash have it. Their snout pressed against Danger’s dick, arousing in a completely different way while the heat and cold mingled wherever Ash's mouth went, following the slippery bit of fruit.