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Unsurprisingly, the proposition had come from Robert. He’s always just so blunt about it, no flavor. Always when they don’t expect it. Like when they’re doing the dishes after dinner.
It was quiet, only the splashing of water and low volume music from a phone on the other counter. Prism’s music, of course, everything else was shit. Chad was doing the drying, Herm and Robert were washing. Technically they only needed Herm on that part, but Robert had set something up. He got the soap and cleaned everything off, and Herm rinsed it. Something about the water bill.
Then, Rob, without any fucking warning. “You’ve been wanting to get more use out of the strap, right?”
Chad had been half tuned out, but the question hit his head like a mallet. He nearly dropped the cup he was running the rag inside of. Herm wasn’t in better shape, the plate in his hands slipping free and clattering back into the sink. His fingers grip around nothing as he looks at Rob.
Robert just continues lathering soap on the next dish with the sponge.
Chad has to clear his throat so he didn’t just fucking make stupid noises when he tried to respond. “Real smooth, Rob, you broke him.”
Robert raises an eyebrow at him. “When else am I supposed to ask? At work? After work at the bar? When we’re all going to sleep and won’t remember anything in the morning?”
Chad grumbles. Rob’s got a point. He’s not going to admit it though. “Whatever, man.”
Robert manages to place another soaped plate into Herm’s frozen hands. Herm had held onto it on instinct. “Either way, do you have an answer for me? We can drop it.”
The silence stretches for a moment, then two. Herm has gone back to rinsing off the dishes given to him. Then Robert turns back to covering the glass in soap. Chad is still staring, wide eyed.
Herm pauses again, swallows. He’s dripping water again, pouring buckets. Trying to wipe some of it off his brow, only adding more to it. He nervously laughs, not entirely voluntary. “I would— I mean if— I liked it last try— time. If we— If Chad wants to— do it… again?”
Herm is blushing bright red. Must’ve used all of his courage for the month to speak up. Chad grins, leaning over to breathe over Herm’s neck. “You like seeing me on your cock, huh?”
Herm gasps and nearly drops another plate. His face is the shade of a good tomato.
Chad doesn’t let up, placing a kiss on the cold skin in front of him. “Course you do. I’m fucking perfect. It looks good on you too. I’m willing to go again.”
Herm nervously giggles, leaning his neck back and only giving Chad more room to work. Herm’s breath is soon coming in wet pants and soft moans. The dish is slowly slipping from his hands, resting against the edge of the sink.
Chad slides a hand along Herm’s waist. It would be so easy to push Herm against the counter and bend him over. Herm is catting his back out for it too, twisting his neck to the side and grinding against Chad like he needs it to survive. He trails his kisses up, nipping and feeling.
Rob clears his throat next to them. “Save it. You two can fuck like rabbits after the dishes are done. We can run through this more later.”
Chad groans, reluctantly letting the still panting Herm go. Plucking the clean dish from his hands so he could get back to drying.
Herm leans against the sink for support, but slowly reaches for a sudsy cup after a few seconds. His thighs are pushing together, and Chad can’t help but stare.
They can get through dishes, and let Rob cook up his little plan while they’re busy.
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Chad liked the new collar he got. The other was starting to fray anyway, and this one was much better. The old one had really just been a red strip around his neck with a clip for a leash. This one was thicker, and it had small golden spikes across the middle. He felt like the big scary dog he was meant to be. The golden skull shaped tag hanging from the ring only reinforced it.
He grinned as he looked himself over in his phone’s camera. He looks so fucking good. He always looks good, this is just extra good. He flexes and takes a selfie, for later. He can probably get Robby to take a few full body ones for him. If not, he can do it himself. They’d be great to tease Herm with at work.
Speaking of… he tosses his head over his shoulder to look at the two at the other side of the bed. Herm’s collar is cute, frilly ribbons and bells on it. Pastel blue color. The silver dog tag is shaped like a heart. Robert is helping him get it on, rubbing his fingers all over Herm’s neck.
Herm is cute. Really fucking cute. Already shaking with excitement. Doesn’t know what to do with his hands, just hovering in the air while Rob touches him. Chad comes around Herm’s other side, joining in on the touching. Presses his chest to Herm’s back, running his hands over their droplet’s waist. Making dry patterns through the condensation on his skin.
Herm gasps, shaking between them. He moans when Robby starts rubbing at his clit. Then straps the little vibrator to him, bluetooth, for Rob to control. Chad starts kissing at the back of Herm’s neck, just above the collar. He taps one of the bells on the side with his finger, listening to it chime. He could eat Herm right up, their droplet would probably thank him for it too.
The dark straps are already around Herm’s thighs, and Robert is securing the dildo into the ring in the middle. One of Chad’s hands tries to dip down too, to get his own feel of Herm. But, Rob-bob, since he can’t let them ever have any fun, grabs Chad’s wrists and moves them away.
Rob wraps his arms around Herm, sitting back on the bed and having their lanky droplet in his lap. His eyes narrow as he looks at Flambae, then he snaps his fingers and points to the floor. “Sit.”
Flambae sputters, offended. How come Herm gets to be in Robby’s lap right away? He knows better than to argue, though. Settling onto the rug on the floor, knees spread and arms in front of him. He looks up at the two, Herm is already flushed red.
Herm’s eyes sweep over Chad, one of the bells chiming softly as he swallows. His gaze is pulled away when Robert runs his fingers under Herm’s chin. Rob pulls Herm into a soft kiss, squeezing their raindrop’s hips. The strap bobs as Herm tries to roll his hips for some friction.
Chad can’t help the growl that pulls itself from his chest. He’s achingly hard, and Robert just loves to make him wait for it. Working Herm into a scrambled mess, having to listen to him whimper and moan. It’s like hanging a fucking steak in front of a dog. Rob is lucky that Flambae is a well trained one.
It doesn’t stop him from leaning forward, trying to get a closer look. But Rob puts a foot on his chest, pushing him back. His voice is hard, like he’s angry. “I said sit. Behave or I’ll do everything on my own.”
Chad growls again. Flames lick up his back, run around his face. But he reluctantly sits back on his heels, gritting his teeth. Herm’s neck is getting covered in bites, ones that Chad wishes he was the one making. Herm keeps trying to grind into Rob, but his hips are kept still.
As always, Robby is nicer to their droplet. Pressing kisses to his face and soothingly whispering. “Good boy. You’re always so good.”
Herm whines, eyes closing, hiding his face in Rob’s neck.
Robert’s clothes are getting soaked. Rob pays no attention to it. Cups Herm’s face and makes him look at Chad on the floor. “You’ve been so good that I got you a present. What do you think?”
Herm bites his lip as he looks at Chad, then nods quickly.
Rob is still whispering in Herm’s ear, hot breath making their droplet shudder. “Yeah? He’s pretty, isn’t he? And he’s all yours.”
Herm gasps, hips grinding down best they could in Rob’s grip. At least until Rob-Bob sets him aside, leaving him kneeling on the covers.
Robert wipes one hand on a dry part of a blanket and reaches for his phone. He opens it with one hand and slides something on the screen up with his thumb. “Stay. I’ll get him for you.”
Herm chokes as Robert’s fingers moves, gripping onto the covers, tight. A stream of water flows from Herm’s mouth until he quickly covers it with his hands. Which makes him tumble over to bury his face in the bed. He’s shaking, struggling to get a hold of himself.
Chad’s enjoying watching it. But Rob grabs him by the back of the collar and starts hauling him up like a misbehaving dog. Rob-bob only lets up when Chad obeys and settles on the bed across from Herm.
Herm has fixed himself up a little bit, espeically once Rob adjusted something on the phone again. Chad ogles at him. Maybe he’s starting to show off a little bit, too. Popping out his chest and letting flames rise across his neck and bracket his face. Sits up straighter and lets his cock hang proud.
Herm starts drooling again, completely focused on him. Chad tries to move forward again, only for Rob to grab his hips and keep him where he was.
Robby scratches at the back of his scalp, making him sigh. Then he’s being coaxed to turn around. “Come on. If you want to show off that bad, you might as well present yourself for him.”
Chad huffs out a plume of smoke, fire flickers across his back. Rob-Bob is lucky Chad really wants this. He’s not desperate though, he’s never desperate. Chad just likes putting on a show. It’s why he’s such a good lover.
He turns himself around on his knees, making sure Herm is watching him. He stretches out his arms and slowly slides his chest to rest on the covers. Peering over his shoulder to look at Herm, wiggling his hips a little. Their raindrop flushes an even brighter red than before.
Robert runs a hand through Chad’s hair. Pets his cheek. “Good boy. Stay still now, you can do it.”
Chad nods, trying to see Herm from the corners of his eyes and keep him in his vision. Robert has a hand under his chin, coaxing him forward. Herm looks like he might burst from excitement. But soon, Herm is out of his view. Chad just flexes the muscles in his back and stretches a bit more. It’s never too much.
Rob chuckles behind him, and then there's wet sounds. Chad wants to turn around so bad. They sound like they’re kissing. He wants to see it, so, so bad. But Rob-Bob would make him wait longer if he moved. So he can only hide his face in the covers and whine, lifting his hips high as he can.
One of Rob’s calloused hands runs down Chad’s back, soothing him best he can. Chad can hear him cooing at Herm. “Do you deserve a treat? You have been good.”
Herm’s voice is wet and choked, words coming out all in one desperate breath. “Please please, I’ve been good— please, let me… please…”
Chad has to take a deep breath to keep from setting on fire. It’s just so fucking cute how desperate Herm is for him. He turns his head so he can hear them better, smoke trailing out of his mouth.
Rob makes a humming sound, like he’s still considering it. Then the hand slides down further, patting Chad’s ass. “Hm. Well it looks like you really want it. We have to get him prepped anyway, don’t we?”
Herm is probably nodding dumbly back there. Their droplet really needs to learn some rebellion. He’s always such a goody two shoes. It’s cute, though, so it can get a pass for now.
Robert hums again, before patting Chad’s ass again. He takes it as a cue to wiggle his hips again. “Alright. Go at him.”
He can feel Herm basically lunge forward, the bells jingle as he does so. Wet hands grip Chad’s hips and it barely has time to sizzle before something much warmer, but just as wet, is pressed against his hole.
He wasn’t expecting it, let alone with that kind of enthusiasm. He can’t help the little jump when they connect. Herm is good at it though. He’s eating Chad out like he’s starving for it.
His hands grip onto the covers, smoke wafting off of them for a second. He tries to bite back the moan, but it still slips out in a long, heavy sound. “Fuuuuu—ck.” The end is more like a click.
Rob, always a bastard, lightly smacks Chad’s lower back. “Language.”
Chad growls, ready to curse Rob out for that. But Herm digs his tongue in and Chad melts into the sheets. He pulls at the blankets as he buries his face best he can. Herm’s enthusiasm easily makes up for any lack of skill. Luckily, all of Chad’s next swears are muffled enough that Rob-Bob doesn’t make a dumbass comment.
He’s fighting the urge to hump against the bed. Rob would stop him, anyway, and say something stupid about it. How he’s ’misbehaving’. Fucking— stupid. So instead, he pushes back against Herm’s mouth. The sound of buzzing grows louder and Herm doubles his efforts.
Chad jumps again when a finger starts testing his entrance. It’s calloused, and both of Herm’s hands are on his thighs. It’s got to be Rob. It’s efficient, moving in and out of him with no attempt to add to his pleasure. Herm just continues to slobber around them to continue his work. Much more interested in making Chad feel good than Rob was.
Rob is just opening him up, slipping another finger in and spreading them. Rob’s other hand has joined in to keep him still, not letting him move his hips any more. He can feel Herm moving and shifting all he wants. It even feels like he’s humping the covers too.
The fingers pump hard, and the hand on Chad’s back has disappeared. Herm is moved away, panting and drooling water like an actual fucking dog. It’s loud, and his hands are still on Chad’s hips.
Robert clucks his tongue and hums soothingly to their droplet. “I know, Hermy. It won’t take much longer. Just need to make sure he’s ready and then you can breed him full.”
The hands hesitantly slip away. Chad gasps again. Fuck. His dick twitches again. It shouldn’t turn him on so much. These two have gotten him into things he couldn’t have even fucking imagined five years ago. Fuck, he hopes Rob didn’t notice.
Chad is never that lucky, of fucking course he isn’t. Rob taps the side of his cock with a finger, voice gone all smug. “You like that? You want him to make sure you’re full of pups? Fucked until you can’t stand?”
Chad groans into the covers. The blush on his face is just from the heat. Yeah, that’s why. No other reason. The fingers pump again, and spread. Then the third is slipping in.
Rob is still talking. “Such a nice treat, aren't you? Handsome, strong, so desperate to have something in you.”
Herm whines behind him, Chad growls. Flames lick up his back, boiling away the rest of the water that was on him. He starts to push up on his elbows again. As he does though, Rob finally curls his fingers and gives him something, making Chad melt back down.
Robby is ruthless, opening Chad up like it’s his job. It’s amazing. It’s horrible. Chad is so fucking hard and he can’t do anything about it. At least he’s getting some kind of touch. At least until Rob pulls away.
Chad grits his teeth and whines. Continuing as he’s pulled up onto his elbows and his chin is tilted with two fingers. The tag of the collar clings lightly as his head is brought up. Rob is standing in front of him, a little to the side.
He pushes Chad’s head up a bit more to make eye contact. Chad holds it. Of course he does; Rob-Bob doesn’t intimidate him. The bed is moving behind him, Herm must be shifting around. Rob lets his chin go once it’s clear he’ll keep it up, and runs a hand through Chad’s hair.
His voice is softer than it was before, like it was with Herm. “You’ll be a good boy, won’t you? Let him breed you? You’d make some cute little pups, you know.”
Chad whines. Fuck it, yeah, they would. Herm is pretty, Chad is hot. Good mix. He arches his back to show off as much as he can. Rob looks happy with him. If Chad had a tail it would be wagging, probably. Fuck, it would be embarrassing to have a tail that wagged. How the fuck is he supposed to keep up a reputation with something like that?
Rob scratches his scalp again, and he leans into it. Fuck Rob for making that feel so nice. His eyes close in bliss, listening to the soothing voice above him. “There we go. Come on.” Rob’s tongue clicks. “He’s ready for you. Fuck him full.”
The bed shifts again, much more forceful than before. Two lanky, wet hands grab Chad’s hips, and steam hisses loudly into the air. There's already something prodding at his ass, and Chad tosses his head over his shoulder to get a look from the corner of his eyes.
Herm is openly staring. Eyes half lidded, mouth open and dripping water down his chin. He perks up a little when he sees Chad looking at him. The bells on the collar chime as Herm pushes into him in one long movement. It’s slow, and Rob prepped him well. There's still a small stretch, but it’s just how Chad likes it.
Chad’s long breath out leaves with a plume of smoke. He’s sinking back into the bed, resting his forehead on the covers. His brain can only come up with one word to think, let alone say. “Fuck.”
Luckily, Rob doesn’t scold him this time. Chad might have actually bit him if he did. Instead, he’s settling on the side of the mattress by Chad’s head. He could probably put half of Chad in his lap if he wanted to. He’s holding his phone in one hand as he watches them.
Herm starts slouching over Chad, still panting. He can feel the buzzing of that vibrator through the base of the strap, just barely. Herm’s arms start resting on either side of Chad’s shoulders, they’re shaking. Herm’s head rests on Chad’s back, only making more steam sizzle off of them.
The buzzing gets stronger, and Herm’s hips jolt. The bells on his collar jingle as he moves back and forward again. Chad’s moan borders on a lewd whine. His breath is hot against the blankets, sparks igniting in his throat.
Herm’s hips start to actually fucking move, finally. Chad slides down into the covers again, tilting his head to the side so he can look at Robby. He’s watching them with interest, but not in the horny way, like he should. He’s looking at them like it’s a fucking business meeting and they’re saying some shit about stocks. Even as the wet slap where Herm’s hips meet him get even sloppier.
Water drips and sizzles against his back, and Herm is right by his ear. He sounds more breathless than Chad does. “Please— Thank you— Pl—ease. Please, please, please. Let me— I need— Thank—“
He’s basically incoherent, and the vibrator ramps up again. Herm wraps his arms around Chad’s chest, crushing them together. Herm is putting all his weight behind every thrust, more humps than anything, and it’s leaving Chad speechless. He can’t even moan, every time Herm sinks in it just forces a shaky gasp from him.
Fuck. He might cum untouched at this fucking rate. Herm is just— so fucking good. The bells jingle every time he pushes forward. Chad isn’t gonna be able to fucking hear some fucking dinging noise without getting hard ever again. Fuck. The end-shift warning fucking dings, doesn’t it? He’s so fucked.
His eyes roll back, he can’t help it. He really does feel like a dog. A stupid, horny dog. Can’t be that bad, since he is getting what he wants.
Rob’s arm comes into view, reaching around him and running down his side. Then it’s rubbing circles onto Chad’s thighs, pressing and prodding. So close to Chad’s dick, but only teasingly swiping the skin near it.
Rob-bob is so fucking calm. Like he’s not watching Chad get fucked within an inch of his fucking life. He’s going to be so fucking sore tomorrow. They better fucking pamper him. Get him anything he wants for a week.
They will. A voice in the back of his head reminds him. ‘Cause you’ll be knocked up. You’re made perfect for it. Fuck yeah he is. He’d be the fucking best at it. They could fuck him all day until he can’t move and he’d be ready to do it again the next.
An actual moan squeezes from his lungs; whistling through his missing tooth. The bedroom is like a fucking sauna, hot and humid. It takes barely a rub against the head of his dick before he’s cumming onto the covers. Fireworks and sparks burst across his mind, incinerating anything left of coherent thought.
Herm is still fucking into him like his life depends on it. Chad can feel the vibrations on the strap almost all the way down. Herm is making a noise like a sob, grinding against Chad. The buzzing stops after another broken sound from their droplet.
Chad can only lay there and whine as Herm is pulled away from him. Clenching around nothing. He’s empty. Why is he empty? He weakly tries to raise his hips, he’ll get it back if he shows off enough.
Rough hands grab at his waist, but it doesn’t give Chad what he wanted. He just finds himself flipped onto his back, no relief in sight. He whines in complaint, rubbing his face and aching neck. A similar whine comes from beside him.
He turns his head to see Herm, looking just as ruined as he feels. Chad grabs at their droplet’s arm, pulling him closer. He wraps his arms around Herm, then turns his body to put the other on top of him. Their droplet gets the memo and braces himself above Chad, arms braced around both sides of his chest.
Herm nudges his hips forward, searching, and then finally slipping back into him. Just like Chad wanted.
They’re right back at it, Herm lowering his head to nip at Chad’s chest. Chad just puts his hands behind his head and lets it happen. Herm’s tongue keeps rolling out, water dripping off of it and evaporating on Chad’s skin.
Herm takes a wet-sounding breath, then tilts his head to lock his mouth around one of Chad’s nipples. A small wisp of flame slips out from Chad’s mouth when it becomes a bite.
Robert clucks his tongue next to them. They stop. Both turn their heads.
He sounds disappointed. “Two minutes. I was gone for two minutes. To get something so you don't collapse.”
Even if they’re looking at him, neither of them are actually listening. Even as Robert sighs and rubs his face. Herm’s hips discreetly start grinding again. Chad whines.
Robby unscrews something, and grabs Chad’s chin. Presses on his cheeks so he opens his mouth. Chad does so, with only a little bit of complaining. A rim of a bottle is pressed to his lips.
He swallows down the liquid. It’s sweet. Not too sweet, though. After he swallows, he opens his mouth again. Takes another sip, then another. He didn’t realize he was so thirsty. He pants with satisfaction once the dryness in his mouth disappears.
Herm seems to be next to get that treatment. Chad can get an actual look at the bottle now. It's wide, and has an orange rim. The drink inside is blue, and about half of it is gone. Herm drinks another half of what’s left.
Rob runs his hands across their heads, sighing. “You two always have to surprise me, don’t you? You’re lucky you’re cute. Fine. Get back to it.”
That whips them right into action. Herm’s hips are already slamming into him again, pushing Chad’s legs up to get even deeper in him. The bells keep chiming. Rob wiped one of his hands on his pants and grabbed his phone. The buzzing was back.
Chad’s brain is mush more than anything else. He’s grabbing Herm’s arms, pulling him closer. He pushes his hips back when he can. His voice is ragged to his own ears. “Come on. Come on. Fill me up. Come on!”
Herm is whining again, snapping at Chad’s chest. Some are already half healed from their droplet’s saliva dripping onto them. Fuck. He hopes some of them last. They have to fucking last.
Rob’s hand presses onto Chad’s stomach. Rubbing again, just above his dick. “You’re doing so good. Both of you. Going to be carrying his pups before you know it.”
Herm whines in response, Chad moans happily.
You’re doing good. His hips buck. They’re gonna fuck you until you’re full and bursting. His eyes roll back again. Such a good bitch for them.
This time, his orgasm sneaks up on him. Streaks painting his chest and stomach, sliding off as more water pours off of him. Herm’s still thrusting into him. Chad doesn’t mind the smallest fucking bit.
Rob’s hands try to pull Herm back. Chad growls. Actually fucking growls. Fuck. He’s never going to live this down. But he knows what he fucking wants. Rob-bob isn’t going to take it away from him.
Chad uses the strength he has left to practically tackle Herm. Rob can’t pull him away if he’s pinned down. His own mouth hangs open as he braces his hands on Herm’s chest. Chad’s spreading his legs and immediately riding him like it's the only thing he’s ever wanted.
He growls at Rob again when he gets close. At least until his chin is grabbed again and held still, head jostled around slightly. “Quit being territorial or I’m taking him away. Be good.”
Chad bares his teeth, but he quiets down. Puts his focus back into riding Herm’s cock like he was made for it. He was. He’s doing so good.
They’re going to have to throw the whole bed out by the time they're done if Chad has any say in it.
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Chad groans as he wakes up, sun in his eyes. Fuck, everything hurts. He pulls the blankets over him, burying himself under them to escape the light. He could sleep all day. He feels like he went through that fucking Shroudpocalypse shit all over again.
A hand runs through his hair, and Robby’s voice is a welcome alarm. “Hey sleeping beauty. Ready to eat? Can’t say it’s good, but I’m not letting you get up right now, let alone do anything like cooking.”
Chad groans again, resting his head back on the pillow and covering his eyes with his arm. A bell chimes next to him, and it makes his eyes snap open the rest of the way. Sitting up and looking around the room.
Herm lays next to him in bed, eyes closed, bites all over the skin he can see. The collars are set together on the nightstand. Right. He swallows as the night comes back to him in spurts.
On his back, he’s doing so good. Herm’s going to make sure he’s bred like the bitch he was meant to be.
Fuck. He might be getting hard again.
On his knees, fingers in his mouth as he pushes back against every thrust. The wet slap of Herm’s thrusts almost drowns out the jingling of the bells.
He rubs at his face, groaning. He’s so fucking sore.
Clutching a pillow to his face as he’s pushed into the mattress, hips in a tight, wet, lanky grip. Such a good bitch.
He got so fucking into it. He can’t say he regrets it, though. Especially as a plate with something resembling toast is offered to him.
He can’t help but make a jab at Robby’s ‘cooking’. “Breakfast in bed would’ve been a lot more romantic if you could actually cook, Rob-bob.”
Rob breathes through his nose, rolling his eyes. “Forget I tried to do anything nice for you, then. I can take it back.”
Chad moves his aching arms to hold the plate out of reach. “Nope. Too fucking bad, already gave it to me. “
Rob pushes Chad’s shoulder lightly. Chad laughs. Then starts eating. It’s passable food. For the most part. Rob got him a bottle of water too.
Beef sits at the side of the bed, looking up at Chad with those big, dumb eyes. Chad knows he got bits of whatever food Robby was cooking out there. He’s not going to cave, this time. This is Chad’s food.
Rob is moving around the house, doing shit. What time is it even? Eh, he can figure that out later. He’s too sore to care. He can probably complain at Rob until he finds a way to fix it.