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I wake up squeezed between two warm, masculine bodies.

I sigh contently, letting that delicious early morning feeling wrap around me like a tight embrace, almost as tight as the way Christian and Matt are clinging onto me in their sleep. We’re all naked under the covers together, and with the heat emanating from the men on either side of me, I know I won’t be able to stay awake for long.

But just as I begin drifting off again, Christian stirs a little. I turn to face him, incidentally backing my ass up against Matt—oh, well.

Christian snorts in his sleep, somehow waking himself up. I smile at him. “Good morning,” I mutter, careful not to wake up Matt yet. “How’d you sleep?”

He doesn’t answer at first, instead rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes with the heels of his hands. Once done, he blinks several times, then smiles at me, showing off his full lips that soon inch closer to mine.

“Good morning, baby,” he mutters, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to my lips. “I feel like I might die if I don’t get my coffee soon.”

I huff a laugh before I can stop myself, and the sound immediately wakes up Matt. He groans, pressing his face into my hair and wrapping a tight arm around my waist. I gasp, feeling him hardening behind me just as an amused grin grazes Christian’s lips.

“I think that’s my cue to get us all coffee,” Christian mutters, chuckling to himself as he stands. “You want breakfast yet, Sloane?” he asks, turning around to face me and giving me a glorious view of his naked body.

My reply catches in my throat as I see, well, all of him. He’s hard, probably a combination of morning wood and laying so close next to me, and it’s all I can fixate on for a few long moments.

“Sloane…” Christian warns, bringing my eyes back up to his.

“Sorry,” I mutter. “But no, I’m good. Thank you.”

He nods, turning on his heel and heading out of the bedroom. He yanks a pair of boxers and sweatpants on his way out, and I chuckle to myself as I hear him whistling a little tune on his way out to the kitchen.

Now that I’m alone with Matt, I turn to face him, but I don’t get a chance to settle before he fuses his lips to mine. I yelp in surprise, but I quickly melt under him, letting him guide the kiss and manoeuvre me until I’m beneath him, his knees on either side of me as he straddles me. His hard length pokes my stomach as he leans over me, our chests pressed together and a tight grip around my waist.

“Matt,” I mutter when he gives me a second of reprieve. I look pointedly to the door that Christian just left through, silently telling him it’s rude not to share with his friend.

He grumbles something under his breath before he clears his throat. “He can have you once I have my coffee.”

“Is that all I’m worth?” I joke. “A cup of coffee, and you’ll let me go?”

He shakes his head, though I can tell by his grin that he knows I’m joking. “Maybe two, now that I think about it,” he jokes, and I laugh.

But just as he kisses me again, I hear Christian coming back into the bedroom. Matt pulls away—very reluctantly—and eagerly grabs one of the cups of coffee like an overgrown toddler asking for his juice box.

He gives an appreciative hum the second the cup is pressed to his lips. “Thanks, man,” he tells Christian.

The other man just chuckles before offering me my cup. He’s dressed now, at least somewhat. The sweatpants he pulled on do little to hide his erection still on display, nor do they even attempt to hide his muscled torso and arms.

I’ve drunk half my cup before I even realise I’m ogling him like a pervert.

“Sloane,” he mutters, tilting my head up with two fingers under my chin. I look at him nervously, an intense look in his eye as he glances briefly down at my naked body, barely covered by the sheets I’ve wrapped my bare legs around.

I can tell what he wants me to say just by the look he gives me and the way his brows furrow just slightly. “Master…” I mutter, and Christian hums low in his chest.

Matt, meanwhile, has just finished his coffee and looks at us with a bemused expression. “What did I just miss out on?” he asks, eyes ping-ponging between the two of us.

I turn to face him, leaning over to kiss him. Pulling away again, I gently place my cup down on the bedside table before looking between Christian and Matt. My two boyfriends most of the time, but right now, my two Masters.

Christian sits down, and Matt can immediately tell what’s happening. I assume they’ve talked about something without my knowledge with the way a silent conversation happens between them, so quick I almost miss it.

“Remember what we talked about a while ago, Sloane?” Christian asks, and I frown in confusion. “You know,” he says. “When you wanted to be treated like a pet…like our good little girl, with a collar and…” He trails off when he sees my eyes widening with recognition. I remember that conversation damn well, and I’ve been impatient as hell waiting for the two of them to do something about it.

“Do you wanna try it today?” Matt asks, and I eagerly nod.

“Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

Both men affectionately laugh, both leaning forward to give me a kiss on each cheek. I grin wide at the display of affection, scooting back on the bed so I can sit up.

Matt leans over to our drawer of toys, quickly returning with my collar. I’ve worn it several times already, including during our play sessions, but in the context of pet play, it suddenly hits quite differently. I involuntarily clench my thighs in an instinctive search for friction, already feeling myself growing wet and desperate from just the thought of what we’re doing today.

I grab my hair and hold it up and away from my neck as Matt wraps my collar around my throat. I shiver from the feel of the cool leather against my flushed and hot skin. It feels good—really good—and by the time he’s buckled it secure, I’m almost panting with need for the both of them.

“God, Sloane…” Christian groans. “You look so beautiful with that collar around your neck. You know what it means, don’t you?”

I nod. “That I belong to you two, Sir,” I obediently reply.

“Good girl,” he praises, and I shiver with pleasure all over my body.

Matt hooks a finger into the d-ring of my collar, pulling me into a searing kiss that leaves me panting for breath. “Bend over, sweetheart,” he mutters against my lips, and I nod.

I obey his command, flinging the covers completely off me, leaving me bare. I position myself onto my knees in the middle of the bed before I bend over onto all fours, shivering when I feel the open air hitting my exposed pussy.

The two men start positioning themselves. Matt sits down on his knees in front of me, his hard cock sticking up and looking so damn inviting. It’s dripping with pre come, making me desperately want to lick him, but I keep myself steady until given permission.

Christian comes up behind me, and I hear him pull something out of a drawer followed by the sound of packaging being ripped open. I guess this really is new. Maybe it only arrived yesterday?

I hear him placing the packaging away on the bedside table, followed by the distinct sound of our lube bottle being popped open. He leans over, gripping my ass in a firm, punishing grip as he mutters into my ear, “Face down, girl.”

I obey adjusting so my cheek is laying against the mattress. Matt grabs my wrists, linking them together in his unyielding grip before placing them in his lap, just out of reach of his cock. He keeps my hands there, restraining me while his other hand gently smooths my hair out of my face. He pets me, all while I shut my eyes and cringe at the feeling of cold lube pouring into my ass.

Christian’s finger pushes inside me, spreading the lube deep inside my tight hole while I grit my teeth and try to adjust to the feel. It’s a tight fit, his thick finger pushing deeper and deeper until he bottoms out. Next, he adds a second finger, and by now, I’m getting looser. I moan when he stretches me, forcing me to take him as he pushes so deep I feel him everywhere. I’m growing wetter by the second, unable to do anything but let him stretch me and get me ready for what I know is coming any second.

And just then, he pulls out, but soon enough, I feel the cold metal of a plug being pushed against me. I moan as it stretches me, but it soon becomes too large for me to easily accommodate.

“Relax for us, baby,” Matt encourages, petting me. “You can take it.”

I nod, trying my best to obey, but I feel myself clenching in an effort to keep Christian out. It’s a useless effort, but I can’t help it. It’s too big, and I’m struggling to do as I’m told.

“Just a little more,” Christian says behind me, pushing further and further in until I can’t stop myself from yelping.

“Shhh. Relax,” Matt says. “You’re doing so well.” I try my best to unclench my muscles, breathing deeply as I do. “There you go. Good girl, such a good girl for us.”

I nod, not realising until now just how badly I needed to hear those words. Praise is really the key to getting me to obey and relax, and both men know it.

I feel the thickest part of the plug stretching me so wide that my breath catches, but just as soon as I’m about to ask for a break, the plug sinks in, being sucked into my ass as it sits snugly inside me.

“Fuck…” I mutter, loving the way I feel right now. Because it’s not just an ordinary plug.

It’s big, first of all, leaving no chance of it falling out or being sucked in as I go about my day. That way, I’ll feel it moving inside me all day, no matter what I do or how used to it I try to become. But more importantly, the plug has a tail attached to it.

I’ve been wanting this for so long, and I only recently found the guts to ask my Masters for it. The long, fuzzy tail tickles the backs of my thighs and my pussy as it swishes around, teasing me and serving as a reminder that today, I’m to be their pet.

God, I love it way more than I expected I would. It’s not just the physical aspect of it, but also just the knowledge that I have a tail plugged in my ass gives me all sorts of delicious feelings. Yeah, I could get used to this…

Christian leans over to give my upper back a small kiss and inadvertently pressing his erection into my ass. I feel the fuzzy strands of the tail swishing around a little as he grabs it, tugging slightly and making me gasp with pleasure.

“How you feel, sweetheart?” Matt asks, pulling my hair out of my face so I can look up at him. He’s still gripping my wrists, but his grip has loosened somewhat, allowing me a little reprieve.

I can barely speak, but I manage a “Good” before I gasp again.

“Tell us,” Christian encourages, one hand gripping my neck while the other lets go of the tail and trails down to between my legs. He gives a dark chuckle when his fingers graze over my most sensitive parts. “She’s so wet,” he tells Matt, who grins down at me.

“Is that true, baby?” he asks, lifting my head just a little so I’m laying down in his lap. “Being our good little pet is getting you wet and needy?”

I physically feel my cheeks turn crimson under their scrutiny and humiliating words. “Yes, Sir,” I nod.

My last word turns into a needy moan as Christian pushes two thick fingers inside me. They press against the thin wall separating his fingers from my plug, The sensation of being filled in both holes, even with just his fingers, is enough to make my eyes roll back into my head.

“Oh, god,” I moan when his fingers push in and out, curling as they do. “Feels so good…” I helplessly mumble into Matt’s thigh, and both men chuckle.

“There’s a good pet,” Matt mutters, leaning down to kiss my head. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

I desperately nod. “Yes, Master…”

Christian drives his fingers inside me again, his thumb pressing against my clit. I gasp, helplessly grinding back into his hand to get more friction. But suddenly I let out a shriek of surprise and pain as Christian pulls out and slaps my ass—hard.

“Stay still,” he orders gruffly, tightening his grip on my neck.

“Such a needy little girl,” Matt coos, chuckling to himself. “You want us to fuck you?” he asks, and Christian grins down at me.

“Yes,” I say, nodding so fast I get dizzy. “Please…Please fuck me.”

“You want us to fill up all your needy little holes? Make you beg to come like a good little pet?”

I nod again, because by now, I just want these two to get on with it. I can’t take it anymore.

Matt hums. “What do you say, Christian? Has she earned it?”

I look up at Christian, currently kneeling by my side, one hand trailing comforting circles between my shoulder blades while the other rests casually on my ass. I beg him with my eyes, silently pleading for him to give in to what we all want.

The hand resting on my ass trails up and up until he reaches my tail. He tugs it again, making me shut my eyes and bite my bottom lip as delicious pleasure shoots through my body. I’m being played with like I’m their own personal instrument, just mindlessly obeying and reacting to their movements and commands. I can do nothing but do what they want, and right now, I hope it’s for me to sit still while they ravage me.

Christian leans down to my ear, muttering just loud enough for Matt to hear as well, “That tail is staying in all day. Got it?”

Thank fuck we have no plans today, and we can stay indoors all day. “Yes, Master,” I mutter, nodding.

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing my cheek. “I’m going to fuck your tight, needy little cunt,” he says, hand trailing down to cup me. I stir at the friction, doing my best to stay still for him. “And Matt is going to stuff your mouth full of his cock. And you’re going to let him come down your throat, and let me come deep inside your pussy, and only then will you be allowed to come. Got it?”

He presses his palm tighter against my pussy, sending shivers down my spine and making it impossible to me to manage more than a muttered “Yes, Sir.”

“Good,” he says, giving me one last kiss to my head before both men begin repositioning themselves and me. He gets up behind me while Matt kneels up, positioning my head right in front of his cock. Christian presses his own against my entrance, and I have to stop myself from pushing back into him, knowing he’s not going to fuck me until he wants to.

And with both men on either side of me, there’s no escape as they both slowly push forward.

I moan around Matt’s thick length as Christian pushes deep, deep inside me. Both men are large, making me gag on Matt’s cock while filling me up to the brim with Christian’s.

“This okay?” Matt asks, brushing some hair out of my face. I moan and nod, but I have to hold my breath to keep from gagging, so it more sounds like a sputter. Matt pulls out, repeating his question. “Is this okay, baby? Talk to us.”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp. “Please, I need more. Please,” I beg, eyeing his cock longingly.

Matt chuckles, and just as he pushes back into my mouth, Christian starts thrusting in and out of me at a leisurely pace.

It’s a delicious thing, being filled in all three holes like this. I feel so full of them, of the two men in my life, that I swear I see stars as they push deep. The plug makes the sensation in my pussy feel that much more intense, and when Christian curls his hand around the tail and begins tugging?

I just about scream with pleasure around Matt’s erection.

Matt laughs, the sound laced with an erotic moan. “I think she likes the gift,” he tells the other man.

Christian grunts as he pushes all the way into me, pausing and tugging at the tail slightly. “Oh, yeah?” he asks, leaning over to kiss my shoulder. “I think we like it too, Sloane.” He twists and pulls on the plug, giving me exactly the kind of friction I didn’t know I needed. “You’re right where you belong, you know that?” I hum and nod as best I can. “Being used by your Masters for our pleasure, having to earn your orgasm like a good little pet would.” He curls a finger into the back of my collar, pulling just enough to put pressure on my throat. “You belong to us, little pet. Now be a good girl and make Matt come in your mouth.”

He finishes with a sharp slap to my ass and a hard tug at my collar, forcing me to sit up slightly. It changes the angle I’m taking Matt with, making me sputter and choke for a moment before I get used to it.

“There you go,” Matt coos, petting me. “Taking it like such a good girl.”

I moan at the praise, licking and sucking him as best I can. His salty pre come floods my senses, blinding me until I see nothing but stars and feel nothing but the orgasm curling low in my abdomen, ready to be unleashed the second I gain their permission.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Christian groans, increasing his speed and forcing Matt deeper into my throat. “Such a tight little pussy.”

“God, that fucking mouth of yours, Sloane,” Matt moans, thrusting deeper and gripping my hair tight. “I’m close.”

I hum an appreciative moan and lick at him more, coaxing him to orgasm until he finally plunges deep, coming into my throat and forcing me to swallow all of him. I do exactly that, moaning as I do until I’m nothing but a puddle pinned between both men.

Matt pulls out, and I gasp a greedy breath of air, the sound broken up thanks to Christian’s hard, aggressive thrusts. Matt grips my collar, pulling me up and up until Christian is forced to scoot beneath me a little to keep up.

Matt pulls me into a searing kiss, our tongues lashing together and bringing me so much closer. Christian tugs at my tail some more, a little harder and a little further, making my tight hole stretch and bend around the metal. It feels so fucking good, the way he so easily pushes me closer and closer until I swear I can taste my orgasm somewhere in Matt’s mouth.

“There’s a good girl,” Matt coos against my lips, licking them as I moan. “You wanna come?”

I nod, clenching in a desperate attempt to get Christian to finish faster. “Please, Master,” I beg uselessly, knowing Matt won’t give it to me. Not yet.

He gently shushes me, like he’s just broken my heart—and he has, in a way, since I feel my face crumpling with all my pent-up emotions at his denial.

But thankfully, just then, Christian’s thrusts slow as he finishes. His release shoots inside me, both of us moaning and grinding against each other throughout his entire orgasm, and he lets go of my tail.

He leans closer to me—still inside me—and kisses my neck. “Please,” I beg again. “Please let me come…”

“Such a good girl, asking for permission,” Matt says, grinning. “What do you say, Christian?”

I feel Christian’s lips tug up into a grin against my skin. “I say she deserves it.”

I could nearly weep with joy, feeling Christian kneeling back up and trailing a hand down my abdomen. With this angle, I’m practically sitting on him, offering me no escape as he begins rubbing slow, steady circles on my clit.

I moan, but the sound quickly gets caught in Matt’s mouth as he kisses me again, deeply. He grabs my face, holding me steady while he ravages my mouth, taking and exploring as he wishes while Christian brings me higher and higher. The sensations are so much, nearly too much. The plug, the way I’m seated in Christian’s lap, and Matt’s kiss. But all the intensity does is make me more desperate, bringing me closer to the peak I’m so desperately chasing.

And in a crash, it hits me.

I shake all over, crying out into Matt’s mouth as my orgasm racks my senses. Shivers shoot through my entire body from my neck to my toes, my legs shaking and my pussy helplessly grinding against Christian’s still hard length and deft fingers.

It's only when I relax in Christian’s hold that the men stop, Matt pulling away with one last kiss and Christian pulling out with a comforting kiss to the top of my head.

The tail is the only thing left inside me, but I’d rather die than have it removed. The way it fills me up, the way the fuzzy tail tickles my soft, sensitive skin, is exactly what I had in mind when I asked my men if we could try one.

“How are you feeling?” Matt asks after a moment, checking in.

“Sore,” I reply honestly. “But I loved it…Thank you.”

Matt grins, and Christian places another kiss to the top of my head. “You were such a good girl for us, Sloane,” he mutters into my ear. “But I think it’s time for breakfast, wouldn’t you say?”

I nod, my stomach twisting into an angry knot at not being fed. “That would be nice, Sir.”

He grins. “Good.” He trails a hand across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reaches the plug. He tugs on it again, making me shiver. “This is staying in all day, okay?”

He already said it earlier, but I appreciate the reminder. “Yes, Sir.”

He nods, satisfied. “Good. Now come on. I’m starving.”

Matt and I both chuckle, and I let them pull me out of bed, the plug shifting inside me as I stand and the tail tickling my legs.

Yeah, I think today will be a good day.

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