Page 24 of The Family Pet

“Daddy,” Ridge moaned out. “Sorry, Daddy.”

Yep, the world was officially ending.

I’d never heard Ridge apologize for anything in my whole life. My fingers shook as I squirted lube onto them. I could barely comprehend what I was about to do. I’d never thought I would get to do anything like this to Ridge, and while part of me wanted to be awful and make this unpleasant, I’d also seen a side of my cousin tonight I’d never thought possible. He had to have been more hurt by Uncle Bowie’s bullshit than he’d ever let on or else why had he lost his mind earlier?

No, I couldn’t be mean to someone during sex—not even Ridge, not even after everything he’d done to me. I eased one finger into his body, and he was so tight, despite the rimming. I wasn’t sure, but maybe he’d never had anyone play with his ass. I tried to be gentle about it and curved my finger up to find his prostate, and when I did, he yelped into Uncle Bowie’s mouth. I watched as his dick filled. He was a jerk, but he had a really nice shaft and balls. I massaged his prostate with one finger until he was letting out tiny sounds and his cockhead was red. Uncle Bowie caught my attention with a nod, and then I slipped in two fingers. Not long later I had three fingers stretching Ridge, but it was still a snug fit.

A single drop of shiny precum pearled in Ridge’s slit, and my dick twitched so much it ached, driving me crazy. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward and sucked up that salty bead of liquid. Ridge sobbed the moment my lips closed around him.

Uncle Bowie laughed as if he thought what I’d done was cute. “Enough, pup. Get me ready,” he said, thrusting his dick in my direction. I picked up the lube again and made short work of slathering his hard-on with gel so that it gleamed in the low light. As soon as Uncle Bowie was prepped to fuck Ridge, I slid my hand down to my dick because I was dying for any touch at all, even my own, but he slapped my hand away.

“No, bad pup.”

The hit stung, but I was surprised at how hurt I was inside. I’d done everything he’d asked me to do. Why couldn’t I touch myself? Guilt ate at me, and I was surprised when Ridge sat up enough to rub my shoulder and give Uncle Bowie a shitty look.

Uncle Bowie only shook his head and smirked. “Are you ready for your punishment, pup? The one you earned by not keeping your boy from doing stupid shit?”

A tremble ran through my body, but I nodded because I didn’t want him to do something worse than was already on his mind. How the fuck did what Ridge decided to do have anything to do with me?

“Come here,” Uncle Bowie said, and I was confused as to what he wanted at first, but he pushed on Ridge until he was flat on his back again, then grabbed my hand and guided me up the bed. “Turn around,” he said, which only made my confusion worse. I ended up straddling Ridge’s head while facing the foot of the bed. Uncle Bowie crooked his finger, and I inched forward until I was right above Ridge’s head, staring down at his dick.

“Uncle Bowie?” I whispered.

“Pups don’t talk,” Uncle Bowie said, then slapped my dick hard enough to have me wincing. “Pups do like playing with bones and balls, though. Maybe they also like having their balls played with. Let’s find out.” He pecked a kiss on my cheek, which took me by surprise, then pressed on my shoulders. I lowered myself while awkwardness crawled through my stomach. I was sure I would suffocate Ridge.

“Oh, fuck,” Ridge said from underneath me, and I almost passed out as he began to work my sack into his mouth, gave up, and then lightly suckled on my right ball. The sensation was terrible and awful and wonderful all at the same time. He slurped on me, and a bizarre ache settled deep in my gut, but my dick flushed pink from tip to base. I was so stiff my hard-on almost wasn’t even a part of my body anymore, just a bundle of nerves that needed friction or they would kill me.

Uncle Bowie assaulted my mouth with his, and I parted my lips, sucking on his tongue. When he was finished ravaging me, he winked. “Don’t move.”

Ridge was relentless, and I planted my hands on my trembling thighs to keep myself from getting up and running away. I didn’t think he was trying to hurt me, but maybe he was too far gone. Ridge switched to torturing my other ball as Uncle Bowie spread Ridge’s legs and settled in. Ridge stopped sucking as Uncle Bowie, without warning, speared Ridge’s hole with his dick. It was a beautiful sight. Ridge bowed off the bed and his teeth scraped my sack. I almost passed out from the pleasure-pain combo that rolled through my body.

Too much. I shouted wordlessly because I could barely stand it.

“That’s it. Look at you two.” Uncle Bowie snarled as he pounded away in Ridge’s hole. Ridge grabbed Uncle Bowie’s shoulders until the flesh around his fingers was red, and Uncle Bowie tweaked his nipples hard.

“No,” I moaned when Ridge took the violence out on me by trying to slurp my sack into his mouth again. Tears slid down my cheeks and I didn’t know when I’d started crying. This was awful and wonderful. I wanted it to stop and also didn’t want it to ever end. Uncle Bowie leaned up and grabbed the back of my neck, then pulled me in for a rough kiss. Abruptly he turned away and moaned, fucking Ridge faster.

Uncle Bowie must’ve felt changes going on in Ridge’s body because the next second Ridge’s dick erupted, spraying cum everywhere, and I let out a sigh of relief as he let go of my balls to loudly yell his pleasure.

Uncle Bowie stopped fucking, and an evil gleam shone in his eyes that stole my breath. He pulled out of Ridge’s asshole with zero gentleness.

Ridge whined.

Uncle Bowie used all of his strength to roll Ridge onto his stomach, and I scrambled off to the side so I wasn’t in the way.

“Now,” Uncle Bowie said, slapping Ridge’s ass. Ridge glared halfheartedly over his shoulder. “Time for Ridge’s punishment and my pup’s treat.” He smacked Ridge’s ass harder, this time leaving a red welt. “Don’t move, boy.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Ridge said, and I got the idea he was mocking Uncle Bowie right now, but he seemed too relaxed to do it right. Uncle Bowie slid off the bed and had the same expression on his face that he’d gotten right before he’d surprised me with the toy that had destroyed my P-spot. He opened a dresser drawer, moved a few things around inside, and then came back with something in his hand that I found disturbing.

At first, I thought it was a dildo. My gut churned when I realized it looked a lot like a dog’s dick—I’d seen one once on an overexuberant golden retriever mounting another dog when I was out for a jog. There was also a large bump near the base of the toy that was a little smaller than the one Uncle Bowie had put on his dick when he’d fucked me.

Uncle Bowie climbed on the bed behind me and grabbed the lube. He squirted some inside the toy, and I frowned until he slid the cool silicone onto my dick. I gasped. It was a dick sheath, and it probably added three inches to my length and about half an inch around.

“Not sure I’ll be able to come wearing this,” I murmured, and he only chuckled as he secured the toy with a strap that went around my balls and snapped on the other side. It was tight. The red silicone was obscene sticking out from my groin. Sick.

I loved it and hated it all at the same time.

My heart twisted. So, this was Ridge’s punishment? This wasn’t just a spanking. No, this might leave him aching for days.