Page 25 of The Family Pet

Ridge, for his part, had his eyes closed and seemed like he was falling asleep.

“It’s too big,” I said, glaring at Uncle Bowie. “I’ll hurt him.”

“Hurt, yes. Damage, no. Fuck him till you come.” His nostrils flared and he licked his lips. “No matter how long it takes. Be a good pup.”

I shuffled on the bed until I was behind Ridge, and Uncle Bowie lubed the outside of the sheath. He angled it toward Ridge’s hole as I began to push my hips forward, and as bad as I felt about what I was going to do, I couldn’t look away when the tip slid into his body.

Ridge glanced over his shoulder, face crumpling. I couldn’t tell if he was upset because it was me doing the fucking—even though I couldn’t feel the heat of his body—or if it was because the sheath was too big.

“Daddy, please. Not this.” Tears that I hated glistened in his eyes, but my dick throbbed. I sort of wanted to run away screaming at the awful and wonderful tingles bounding around in my stomach.

Uncle Bowie grabbed Ridge’s hair, and I was surprised that he was rougher with him than he had been with me. “You earned this fucking punishment, boy, and it’s going to convince you to be good,” Uncle Bowie hissed. “You will learn, one way or another, how to listen to me.”

Part of me was hurt that after the way I’d made sure to open Ridge nicely he was still acting as if he didn’t want me, so I shoved my hips forward and took a small amount of pleasure in his sob as the toy bottomed out in his ass. I knew what that extra stretch was like—good and terrible. I kept fucking.

Uncle Bowie lay down beside Ridge and sucked gentle kisses on his lips in complete contrast to how I was stretching his ass. I kept up a steady, brutal pace. The strap on the toy prevented me from getting anywhere close to coming, even though I’d been ready to blow my load since this all started. The silicone knot had felt great against my prostate, and I couldn’t stand to hear Ridge sobbing, so I pushed in and swirled my hips, hoping to grind the toy on his insides in the best way possible. I needed him to feel good.

Ridge keened, and Uncle Bowie didn’t stop kissing him.

I wished I could feel Ridge’s heat and the pressure of his body. I wished the toy wasn’t between us. This wasn’t a treat for me. It was just another punishment because I wasn’t getting the warmth that was the best part of being with another person. Tears welled in my eyes while I watched Uncle Bowie and Ridge continue to kiss.

Ridge cried out and his hips thrust against the bed.

“Are you coming?” Uncle Bowie asked, almost sweetly. He brushed Ridge’s hair off his forehead, and Ridge nodded as his body shook under mine.

I slowed because it could be too much for some people to keep stimulating them after they came, but Uncle Bowie shook his head at me.

“Fuck him,” he growled out.

Ridge’s mouth fell open, and Uncle Bowie licked his tongue inside. God, I was nothing but a sex toy to them. A thrill slid through my body—not good or bad, simply pure adrenaline. I fucked harder and faster, suddenly consumed with the need to get off, no matter how difficult it might be. I panted and sweat dripped from my body.

Ridge tried to elbow me, but Uncle Bowie stopped him.

“No more,” Ridge groaned.

Uncle Bowie’s eyes glittered with something slightly unhinged. “You’re so fucking beautiful taking that thick pup cock, Ridge. Do it for Daddy. Be a good boy. Are you Daddy’s good boy?”

Ridge nodded.

Time slipped away. I fell into the steady rhythm of my hips, so much like my feet slapping against pavement when I jogged. The undulating movement was entrancing. The pleasure that slid through me as I fucked Ridge with the sheath began to make me feel insane. My balls brimmed with jizz that belonged in his ass. For a long time I was on the edge and just couldn’t tip over. Ridge sobbed and tensed underneath me. Tears cut down my cheeks, too.

“Did you do it again?” Uncle Bowie asked Ridge, and the bastard sounded so soothing, as if it wasn’t him torturing both of us for his own sick amusement.

Ridge was crying too hard to speak, so he nodded.

I slowed.

“Keep going,” Uncle Bowie said, snapping his attention to me.

“I can’t. He’s crying,” I murmured, and for a moment Uncle Bowie’s face softened, as if maybe there was a heart in there somewhere after all.

“I promise you, he’s never felt this good in his whole life.” Uncle Bowie snorted. He got up, and I wasn’t sure what he was doing at first, but he moved around the bed until he was behind me. I got the picture only seconds before he forced his thick dick into my ass again. There was still some lube around from when he’d been in me earlier, and it was just enough to keep him from hurting me. I gasped as he shoved us both forward, and Ridge twitched underneath me.

We fucked into Ridge together—sort of. Uncle Bowie pounded me, and I plowed Ridge.

Again, time passed in a hazy, wonderful blur. I was right there, right on the edge, so close to coming, but I couldn’t do it, even with Uncle Bowie slamming into my ass with his dick. Ridge screamed and trembled under me, and I thought he was coming again. Uncle Bowie did something to the toy—I glanced down in time to see him remove the band around my balls by undoing the snap.

All at once, it was like I could fly. My orgasm smashed through me. My vision whited out as Uncle Bowie slammed hard into my body, driving me firmly into Ridge. I collapsed onto Ridge and kissed his shoulder while my body thrummed and my fingers and toes tingled. He grabbed my hand, holding it tight.