Taylor
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I couldn’t believe Zac was the one to suggest it. And… I couldn’t believe how excited I was. Carrick was due home any minute; he’d texted Zac when he left the airport, and that had been half an hour ago. We waited in the kitchen, already stripped to our jeans, toys in hands; Zac wanted to pounce the minute Carrick walked in the door.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, trying not to giggle.
“Of course.” I tried to smile, but I was so nervous. I wanted this, but I’d never done anything quite this kinky before, despite all my online bravado.
“You sure? If you don’t wanna do this…”
“No,” I replied quickly, shaking my head. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. “I want to. I do, really.”
“Okay. Just don’t wanna do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“Oh, I’m fine. I’m just surprised this was your idea,” I teased, tilting my head. “You’re pretty twisted, ya know.” I grinned, hoping he knew I’d meant it as a compliment.
“Is that a bad thing?” He asked with a smirk; I responded with one of my own, biting my lip.
“What do you think?”
“I think you love it.”
“My sick little lover…” I leaned closer, just barely brushing my lips against his.
“Yup, that’s me…” He breathed, and I watched him shiver. Between the anticipation and our words, I was already on edge. If Carrick didn’t show up soon…
“Honeys, I’m home!”
Speak of the sexy devil… At the sound of his voice, Zac grinned wide and turned towards the doorway, spinning the chain collar around his finger.
“Hey, baby.”
“Hey hun,” I said, a little more timidly. Carrick’s eyebrows shot up as he looked at us, or rather what we were holding. Slowly, he grinned and took a step closer.
“And what do we have here?
“Oh, just a few presents for our pet,” Zac said, grinning wider. Carrick glanced at me, and I shot him what I hoped was a cocky smirk.
“Our new pet, hmm?”
He crossed the room slowly, looking between us; I nodded, and held out the dog-tail plug I’d been holding behind my back. When Carrick saw that his eyes widened even further; I could feel my cheeks burning, and out of the corner of my eye I saw Zac grinning evilly.
“And this new pet would be…” Carrick said slowly, and I snorted; as if there was any doubt who our ‘pet’ was.
“Oh, he’s not new,” Zac said. “He just hasn’t been playing his part very well.”
“Is that so…”
“Yes. It is.” Zac took a step closer, lowering his voice to a husky tone that made me bite my lip. “So we thought… we’d just have to give him a little training.”
“Let me guess,” Carrick said slowly, his tone almost mocking. “Rolled up newspaper?” I snorted at his reply, but Zac just sneered.
“Not quite. Good guess, though.” Zac looked to me; this was it. I gave him a subtle nod, letting him know I was as ready as I’d ever be. He looked back to Carrick, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Strip.”
Carrick just blinked, staring dumbly at Zac. I’d had a feeling he would act this way; but that just meant we had to break him in.
“Well?” Zac prodded, but Carrick just smirked at him.
“You might want to listen,” I told him with a sigh.
“Didn’t think we’d need that newspaper so soon…”
“Okay, okay,” Carrick laughed, stepping back and peeling off his shirt. I licked my lips slowly as I watched him, taking his time undoing his jeans. I glanced at Zac, tapping my foot impatiently; I wasn’t really annoyed, but if we were going to play this role, I had to act accordingly.
“Faster,” Zac told Carrick, who just smirked, stopping completely.
“He asked for it,” Zac said to me quietly, and I nodded.
“I’d say so…” I reached into Zac’s back pocket and pulled out the rolled-up newspaper. I grinned as Carrick’s eyes widened.
“You gotta be shitting me…”
“I told you,” Zac warned him. “You’re our pet. And pets have to behave.” Zac looked at me and nodded towards Carrick.
“Keep going,” I told him, stepping closer. He swallowed hard, but kept still, looking between me and Zac.
“You heard him,” Zac said, folding his arms. When Carrick still didn’t move, he turned to me. “Tay.”
I nodded once, then brought the newspaper hard against Carrick’s ass, making him gasp. He immediately went back to work, stepping out of his jeans.
“Good boy,” Zac said, smirking. “Everything off,” he added, when Carrick was down to his boxers. He wasn’t really stopping, but I gave him a warning smack anyway, making him gasp again.
“Okay, okay!” he yelped, slipping his boxers down and kicking them off, glancing over his shoulder at me.
“That’s better,” Zac chuckled. He stepped closer, loosening the collar. “See, this will be much easier if you mind us… but I just had a feeling you wouldn’t.”
Carrick shivered as the chain collar was slipped around his neck; I wondered if the metal was cold, but had a feeling his reaction was more in response to Zac’s words.
“I picked these up; I thought you’d like them.” I grinned, taking the dogtags I’d had made out of my pocket and showing them to Zac. They were the typical ‘if found return to x’ style, with Carrick’s name on them. Zac grinned wide as he looked them over.
“That’s perfect.” As he clipped them onto the collar, Carrick swallowed, his smirk lacking its usual confidence. “Looks like a perfect fit,” Zac said as he clipped the chain leash to the collar along with the tags.
“A leash? Really?” Carrick asked, rolling his eyes.
“Hush,” I said, and gave his nose a slight smack and he blinked, visibly surprised; Zac and I giggled at his reaction.
“Oh, I think we can make him hush,” Zac said, grinning and holding up the ball gag. Carrick’s eyes narrowed, and for a brief second I wondered if we were pushing his limits. Zac didn’t seem to notice, however.
“I had a feeling your mouth might be a problem,” he went on.
“You’ve never minded it before,” Carrick said, licking his lips slowly. Zac’s smirk fell, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“See, that’s exactly what I was talking about.” Without giving Carrick time to react, Zac fastened the gag in place. Carrick made a muffled noise of surprise, and I couldn’t help giggling.
“Now,” Zac said, his tone softening. “If you need us to stop… just hold up a finger or something. Carrick rolled his eyes, smirked as best he could, and flipped Zac off. I laughed, but Zac rolled his eyes, looking at me. “Tay…”
“That was pretty funny,” I admitted, still giggling.
“Fine,” Zac huffed. “We’ll let that one slide, but that’s it. He better be good from now on.”
I nodded, waving the newspaper in front of Carrick’s face, smirking; I had to admit, having him silenced for once was something I could get used to. He rolled his eyes again, though, and Zac snarled.
“On your knees.”
Carrick eyed him, but lowered himself anyway.
“Good boy. Now, he almost looks like a good little pet, doesn’t he, Tay?”
“Hm, almost,” I agreed.
“But something’s missing…”
“Down boy,” I said, putting a hand on Carrick’s shoulder and pushing. He eyed me and grumbled, but got down on his hands and knees.
“Hm, something’s still missing…” Zac said, glancing at me. I smirked, pulling the small bottle of lube from my pocket and pouring some on the plug end of the tail. “Every puppy’s gotta have a tail, right?”
Carrick swallowed hard again, his muscles in his back and arms tensed.
“Aw, don’t worry,” Zac went on, leaning down and patting his head. “Just relax… Tay will be gentle with you.”
I shot Zac a look; I hadn’t realized I’d be doing all the work in this situation.
“Come on, baby,” Zac said, giving me a sweet smile; Carrick raised an eyebrow, glancing back at me. I rolled my eyes, pressing the tail against Carrick’s entrance.
“Right,” I muttered. “He’s the pet…”
Carrick moaned slightly as I pressed the hard plastic against him, the tip sliding in.
“See, I knew you’d like it,” Zac said, patting Carrick’s head again; he shook Zac’s hand off and growled a bit. Zac grabbed the newspaper from me and tapped him on the nose. I giggled, pushing the tail deeper; Carrick sighed at that, closing his eyes. Zac pet him again, and this time he leaned into the touch.
I worked the plug in and out slowly, and Carrick started rocking his hips back against my hand.
“I think he likes it, Tay,” Zac said, letting out a soft moan of his own.
“Hmm, I think so.” I pushed the tail the rest of the way in and smiled.
“Such a good boy… really looks like our pet now,” Zac said, smiling. Carrick looked over his shoulder and wiggled his hips a bit, ‘wagging’ his tail; Zac giggled, and I stroked the soft fur a couple times before standing next to Zac.
“I think he likes it,” I said, reaching down to scritch behind Carrick’s ear; he leaned into my hand, sitting back on his legs a bit and wiggling his hips again.
“Why don’t we take him for a walk?”
“Sounds like a good idea.” I looked at Carrick and smirked. “You wanna go for walkies? Do ya, boy?” It was ridiculous, I knew, but the humor was just too much to resist.
“Come on, boy,” Zac said, taking a step towards the living room and tugging on Carrick’s leash. Carrick raised an eyebrow, but stayed planted. Zac looked at him, giving the leash a harder pull. “Come. on. boy.”
Carrick eyed him for a second, then sighed and hung his head, taking a ‘step’ forward. Zac led him slowly out of the kitchen and into the living room; I followed behind, keeping an eye on him, and wondered if we should have gotten knee pads.
“Couldn’t you have gotten us a more obedient pet, Tay?” Zac playfully whined.
“Hey, don’t look at me, you picked him out,” I replied, and I heard Carrick chuckle.
“I suppose he has a few nice qualities…”
“Hmm, a few…” I caught myself staring at the way his ass moved as he crawled along; he looked over his shoulder at me and smirked, wagging his tail, and I felt myself blush. When we reached the living room Zac stopped, looking around. Carrick kept going though, smirking and heading for the bookshelf.
“Hey,” Zac warned, giving the leash a pull. “So, what should we do with him now?” He asked me, grinning. I kept my mouth shut, watching Carrick paw at the bookshelf, knocking over Zac’s Boba Fett doll. I just chuckled; this wasn’t going to end well for him.
“Carrick!” Zac snapped, eyes wide when he saw what our ‘pet’ was currently batting around.
“Guess he found a toy,” I laughed. Zac walked over and wound the leash around one hand, grabbing the doll with the other.
“No. Bad dog.”
Carrick growled, tugging on the toy, and I giggled.
“Really?” Zac snapped at me.
“He’s your dog,” I replied, holding my hands up; this was too amusing to get in the middle of. But Zac just stared at me, and I sighed. “Fine…” I looked around and spied a squishy ball under the couch, probably left behind by one of the kids; I grabbed it and walked over to Carrick, noticing the way he flexed his jaw.
“Getting a bit sore?” I asked him and he nodded, pouting a little. “I’m gonna take his gag out for a bit, kay?” I said to Zac; he sighed, but nodded. “Now you be good, okay?” I told Carrick; he nodded and wagged his tail.
“You gonna be a good boy and play fetch?” Zac teased, taking the ball from me and holding it up. I undid the gag and set it aside; Carrick worked his jaw for a moment, then smiled up at us.
“You wanna play now?” Zac asked, taking the leash off the collar; Carrick nodded, getting up on all fours again. “See, he’s a good boy when he wants to be.”
Carrick grinned and panted; he almost did look like a dog, and I chuckled.
“Okay boy, fetch.” Zac tossed the ball across the room and Carrick crawled after it, laying down and chewing on it. “I said fetch,” Zac said, when it was clear Carrick wasn’t moving. He looked up and tilted his head, looking so adorable even Zac had to bite back a giggle.
“I think you gotta teach him,” I said, chuckling.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Zac sighed, then turned to me. “Okay. Let’s teach him.”
I stared at Zac for a moment; when he nodded his head in Zac’s direction, I realized he was waiting for me to go get the damn ball. Grumbling, I walked over and got the ball from Carrick.
“Didn’t realize I was the other pet,” I said under my breath as I sat back down.
“But you love me, right?” Zac said, pouting and nudging me.
“Would I be doing this if I didn’t? Okay now… go get it!” Zac tossed the ball again; Carrick eyed him, then looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
“I am not getting it again,” I told him flatly, but I gave Zac a glance as well.
“Come on, boy; it’s your turn.”
Carrick stared at me for another moment, smirking, but then shuffled over to the ball. He turned around, facing away from us, before bending down to pick it up in his teeth; he was giving us a show, I was sure, especially as he shook his hips He grinned wide when he turned back to us, bringing the ball over and dropping it at Zac’s feet.
“Good boy,” Zac said again, scratching Carrick behind the ear. Carrick leaned into his touch, turning to lick his hand. I leaned forward to pet his back, and he rolled over, panting and grinning like an adorable idiot. Zac giggled and rubbed his belly, and Carrick responded by kicking his leg.
He flipped over then, wagging his butt in play-pose and looking around. His eyes fell on the Fett doll, and I could practically see the idea hatching. Before either Zac or I could move, he’d snatched up the doll in his teeth.
“Oh hell,” I sighed. “Here we go…”
Zac
As I stared at Carrick–collar around his neck, on all fours and a Boba Fett vinyl doll I had paid so much for that Kate hid my credit card for a month in his mouth—I realized that I was probably in over my head with what I had thought was a genius plan.
“Bad dog,” I said sternly, trying my best not to laugh at the absurdity of my boyfriend growling and wagging his butt at me. “Very, very bad dog.”
In my peripheral vision, I could see Taylor shaking his head. I was sure he was regretting going along with this plan, but at this point, I felt like I had to see it through.
I leaned down and looked Carrick in the eyes, my hand held out in front of his mouth. “Let. Go.”
Rather than obey me, he simply sat down on the floor with Boba Fett crushed underneath him. Great. I stared him down with my hands on my hips, and he just growled.
“You’re gonna regret that…” I threatened, then glanced at my brother. “Tay, newspaper?”
“I thought you had it?”
I sighed and glanced around the room, finally spotting the newspaper on the floor near the couch, just barely within my reach. In all of our ridiculous play, it must have slipped from my back pocket. Stretching a bit to pick it up, I looked back at Carrick, still happily batting the vinyl doll around.
“Let. Go,” I commanded again, each word punctuated with a smack of the newspaper on his ass. It was thick and rolled tightly, but still not that harsh of a weapon; with the added stimulation of the plug in his ass, I was sure he still felt it plenty.
He growled, and I delivered a third, harsher smack. Finally, he dropped the doll from his mouth and I silently prayed that it was only covered in saliva and not bite marks.
I took a glance back at Taylor, leaning casually against the couch as though he were enjoying the show, then back at Carrick. “If you’d played like a good boy, I had a reward for you…”
“Told you you shoulda listened,” Taylor cut in.
“But I just don’t think you’re behaving well enough to deserve it,” I finished.
Carrick tilted his head to the side in confusion, and I was glad that he hadn’t followed my train of thought.
“What do you think, Tay?”
He eyed me just as curiously as Carrick had. “I don’t know…”
“I think he needs a little more punishment.”
“He is being pretty bad…” Taylor conceded.
I glanced around the room, hoping it would offer me an idea of how to proceed. Until the packages arrived—no, until Carrick walked in the door, really, none of this seemed real. And so I hadn’t come up with a terribly concrete plan. Now that I was calling the shots, I couldn’t back down. I had to think of something and fast.
Finally, I spotted an end table with nice, heavy legs and tugged Carrick toward it. I snatched up the discarded leash along the way and reattached it to his collar. Once I’d maneuvered Carrick closer to the table, I wrapped his leash around it, which wasn’t easy, with him struggling against it and trying to undo my every move. With some effort, I managed to secure it with a pretty sturdy knot that I was confident he couldn’t undo, at least not without breaking character.
“Don’t even think about it,” I threatened as he gave it another tug. “No, you’re gonna stay.”
He sat back on his heels and eyed Taylor, as though he might switch loyalties. I stood up and walked over to Tay. Softly, but more conspiratorially than in a whisper, so that Carrick might still hear it, I said, “Go get me a scarf, please?”
He gave me a quick kiss and a smile, and I knew at least he was following my train of thought. Carrick seemed to catch onto it as well, tucking his hands underneath his body.
“Be right back,” Taylor said, then scurried up the stairs, a strange spring in his step.
In his absence, I made myself comfortable on the couch and eyed Carrick. There was a very un-dog-like smirk on his lips. I leaned back and put one arm over the back of the couch. With a smirk of my own, I said, “Should have been a good boy…”
A moment later, Taylor returned with two long, thick scarves in his hands and a wicked grin on his face. “Just in case we need more than one.”
“Good thinking,” I replied. Not moving, I added, “Tie his hands up, baby?”
“Sure thing,” he said, then kneeled down beside Carrick. With a snicker, he asked, “Paw?”
Carrick gave him a look of utter disbelief. I was just sad that I had forgotten to call them paws instead of hands.
“Come on, boy… paw?”
Carrick raised an eyebrow this time.
I snickered. “You really should mind him, Carrick.”
He shook his head, but lifted one hand anyway.
“Good boy!” Taylor said and patted him on the head. With a deftness that I didn’t think I would ever get used to—my brother, the BDSM master, apparently—he wound the scarf around Carrick’s wrist. One the first was secure, he said, “Now the other.”
There was a bit of a sneer on Carrick’s lips as he did what Taylor asked and lifted his right hand. Taylor giggled a bit too cheerfully as he wound the scarf around Carrick’s right hand, then back around the left, tying them together so securely that I could only hope we would be able to figure out how to free him later.
“Good boy!” Taylor said once he was finished. “Hey, Zac, go get that box of cookies, would ya? Gotta give him a treat when he’s good.”
“Okay,” I replied, smirking as Carrick perked up and wiggling a bit. He couldn’t resist being a smartass, but he could play the role well, too. He even panted when I stood up to do as Taylor said.
The box of cookies was sitting out on the counter next to the microwave. My mind flashed back a few months to the day when Taylor had moved in, and we’d fucked right there, shamelessly watching our own reflections. I remembered the tiny bit of shame I’d felt when I revealed the tube of lube in the drawer… right then, I couldn’t stop myself from looking to see if it was still there. Sure enough, it was. I scooped it up and carried it back with me, figuring it might come in handy soon.
Once back in the living room, I handed the cookies to Taylor and made a bit of a show of tossing the lube down on the couch before sitting down. Carrick’s eyes followed the movement for a moment before he was distracted by the cookie Taylor dangled in front of him. He snatched it up in his mouth, but there was a definite flash of anger in his eyes.
“Here, you feed him,” Taylor said, looking back at me.
I rolled my eyes at Taylor’s impatience with Carrick’s attitude problem, but crawled onto the floor anyway and held another cookie out in front of Carrick. “Here, boy.”
His teeth scraped my fingers as he devoured the cookie, and I was sure that wasn’t an accident at all.
“Hey,” I said sternly. “Be good.”
Carrick finished chewing, then leaned back in and licked my fingers, even though I was sure not a single crumb remained on them. A shiver ran through my body; the semi-bestiality thing may not have been exactly turning me on, even if I was enjoying the role reversal, but things like that? It was hard to deny the effect that had on me. I didn’t even bother trying to be discreet as I backed away and adjusted my pants, which had suddenly become far too tight.
“Okay, that’s enough treats for now,” I remarked. Carrick smirked, and I gave him a heavy pat on the head. “Now you just sit here and be a good boy, and maybe… maybe… you’ll get another treat later.”
I ignored his pout and turned to Taylor, who was grinning madly. “Ready to teach him a lesson?”
He licked his lips shamelessly. “I’ve been waiting for that.”
I climbed back onto the couch and made myself comfortable, then patted the spot next to me. “Well, let’s show him, then.”
Taylor wasted no time straddling me and pressing his lips to mine. I turned my head a bit and craned my neck so that I could watch Carrick’s reaction. Taylor nibbled on my lip and grasped my hair, his hips crashing down onto mine, no doubt trying to draw my attention back to him. I let out a growl and grinded up against him.
Glancing over his shoulder at Carrick, who I could see was already sporting a little wood himself, Taylor said softly, “Stay.”
As if Carrick had any other choice.
I just chuckled as Taylor kissed down my neck and mumbled, “Kinda kinky, doing it in front of him, isn’t it?”
“That’s what’s kinky right now?” I asked, running my hand down his chest and enjoying the feel of his chest hair against my palm.
“Well, that too,” Taylor conceded. Carrick just sighed.
“Anyway,” I said, a silly grin spreading across my face. “He’s just a puppy. He doesn’t know what we’re doing.”
Tay giggled and ran his hand under my shirt, his hips rolling against mine again. “You sure about that?”
As he caressed my chest, I let my hands drift down his back until they cupped his ass and squeezed. He responded by grinding harder and biting down on my neck. Over his shoulder, I could see Carrick struggling to find a way to jerk himself off with his tied up hands and failing.
“That’s what you get for being a bad boy,” I remarked.
“Someone getting jealous already?” Tay asked, punctuating the question by nibbling on my ear.
Carrick whimpered, and I remarked, “Looks like he wants to play now.”
Taylor let out a thoughtful little murmur, and I hoped he wasn’t going to suggest freeing Carrick and letting him join in—not just yet, anyway. Thankfully, he chose a different path, sucking on my neck as his hand snaked its way between us and cupped my dick over my jeans. My hips bucked upward and that was all the encouragement he needed to unzip my jeans and shove his hand inside, wrapping it around my rapidly hardening length.
“Tay… fuck…” I groaned, and Carrick let out a pathetic whine.
As Tay jerked me off, his lips found their way back to mine. I struggled to reach between our bodies and get his pants down, too, with little success.
Finally, I got impatient and growled, “Pants. Off.”
Taylor pulled back and stared at me. “Excuse me?”
“Take your pants off?” I suggested, my voice marginally softer.
“That’s a little better,” Tay said, although he didn’t seem entirely convinced.
Still, to my relief, he stood up and pushed his jeans down to the floor. I lifted my hips enough to push my down as well but didn’t leave my spot on the couch. Once we were both entirely naked—neither of us had chosen to wear underwear—Tay straddled me again, shivering ever so slightly, and let out a soft curse.
His lips trailed down my neck as his hand once again found its way between our bodies, stroking me to my full length—or possibly even further. I didn’t think I had been so hard since my birthday party. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Carrick trying once again in vain to jerk himself off.
“Tay,” I whimpered as his hand found its way into my hair. “Suck me, Tay.”
He gave me a look I couldn’t quite identify, but slithered to his knees in front of me anyway.
I smirked, and even though I knew I would live to regret it, I said, “Good boy.”
“You wanna try that again?” Tay suggested.
I pouted. “It was just a joke, Tay. I’m sorry, baby.”
“Right. Okay.” He still seemed dubious, but nevertheless he leaned down and flicked his tongue against the head of my dick.
I let out a low moan and that seemed to encourage him. Inch by inch, my dick vanished into his mouth. The last thing I registered before letting my head fall back against the back of the couch was Carrick licking his lips. My eyes fluttered shut as I felt myself hit the back of Tay’s throat.
“Fuck, Tay,” I moaned, tangling a hand in his hair as he swirled his tongue exactly the way he knew I loved.
He let his teeth graze my flesh, just enough to tease, just enough to make me whimper. He knew me so well—so did Carrick, of course, but it was different with Tay. It was always going to be different with him. I couldn’t deny that. There was a connection, a blood connection that should have made this so, so wrong, but somehow seemed to be a big reason we were so compatible. Who could ever know me better than the best friend I’d had since birth? Suddenly, my thoughts were turning what was so perverted into a pretty sweet moment… until a cry from Taylor pierced my ears.
“Fuck!”
My head snapped forward quickly enough to give me whiplash. I don’t know what I had expected to see, but all sweet, romantic thoughts were gone when I saw that Carrick had managed to drag himself, end table and all, toward us, and appeared to have his tongue buried in Taylor’s ass.