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I must not have moved fast enough because a slap on my ass stung like hell. I rushed to follow his orders and whined because I couldn’t swear at him the way I wanted. Uncle Bowie let out a low growl, which did all sorts of awful things to me and had me considering whether or not I could get away with touching my dick.

The idea of jerking off made the humiliation burn brighter in my chest. I shouldn’t want to come right now.

“I said ass in the air. Higher. Spread your legs.” Fear washed through me. I had bottomed in the past, but I normally topped, and it had been a while. I tried to turn around to somehow communicate that I wasn’t ready, but he only slapped my ass again. I rested my forehead on the couch cushion in defeat and shoved my ass higher. I doubted he would be gentle, and I bit down on the soft dildo while I waited for the pain.

Something cold, slick, and smooth nudged against my hole. He’d lubed the toy—thank God. The wetness against my skin brought my anxiety levels down out of the stratosphere, but I couldn’t relax as he teased the toy inside me. The stretch ached.

“Oh, there. You are a pretty pup, even if you’re a stubborn one.”

I tried to push whatever was in my ass out with my muscles, but it wasn’t happening, and Uncle Bowie nudged it firmly in place. Whatever happened to be filling my ass, it bumped my prostate, and I shivered in pleasure.

“Oh, yes. This is nice. Take a look.” Uncle Bowie shoved his phone in front of my face. I was confronted with a pic of my curved back and ass. There was a red handprint on one cheek. I had to admit I didn’t look too bad, despite the bruises. Shame washed through me at seeing myself so ready for the jeweled plug he’d shoved into my ass. I wasn’t sure why, but the fact that the stone on the tip of the plug was pink, which matched the collar, and not a more masculine color, had me squirming on the inside. My dick throbbed, and I was scared I was going to come—one because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, and two I was terrified to find out what might happen if I did.

“Paws off the couch, pup,” he said, and his voice was slightly warmer. . . friendlier. Maybe because he enjoyed the way I looked. Some small part of me was happy with the change, and I hated my reactions all over again. “Be a good pup and stay on your knees right there. You can rest your hands on them.”

Uncle Bowie sat down and turned his laptop in his direction. He sighed and typed away for a few seconds. When he glanced at me, I averted my gaze toward the floor, and the typing started again. I clenched my hole around the plug, then began to relax. If this was the worst thing he did, I could survive. I tried not to think about anything at all. After a while his typing lulled me into a strangely peaceful state.

The gentle whump of shoes on the hardwood floor startled me. I froze, then glanced up into Ridge’s face as he stopped near us, mouth dropping open. His handsome face contorted in amusement. He began to laugh, and my stomach churned. I shot to my feet, or tried to anyway, but Uncle Bowie grabbed the leash and dragged me back down to my knees until I was firmly on all fours. My neck hurt from being yanked around and tears of humiliation welled in my eyes once more. I couldn’t stop them. I didn’t think I’d ever been outright awful to Ridge, but he had zero sympathy for me.

“Oh, wow. He’s hard. He fucking likes it. Are you a freak, Saint?” He began laughing all over again, his face flushing with his evil joy. Clearly he was hard, his dick pushing out the front of his suit pants, so that meant he wasn’t any better than me. I wanted to say those words to him so fucking bad, but with the muzzle on and the dildo shoved in my mouth, I had no way to get them out.

“He is obviously an excitable breed,” Uncle Bowie said, but there was something in his tone that wasn’t quite the same as Ridge’s. He was pleased by this and didn’t give a fuck who knew it. Uncle Bowie jerked on my collar. “A good owner shouldn’t allow a pup to create such an offensive display with his cock.”

Fear struck me and my muscles quivered, but my dick was still all in on this. I shut my eyes as tight as possible, willing my hard-on to die down, but that only made things worse.

Ridge snorted. “We should get him fixed.”

Uncle Bowie hummed as if he enjoyed the sound of that, and in a panic, I tried to struggle to my feet again. Uncle Bowie didn’t allow me to make any headway and dragged the leash downward, tugging until I had no choice except to rest my forehead on his thigh.

“I was thinking a fast solution would be to fuck some of the cum out of him. Ridge, do it for me. I’m busy.”

Fury pelted through me at the moan that echoed around the room from Ridge. Uncle Bowie wasn’t so bad, but Ridge always had a problem with me. I shook my head and slapped at Uncle Bowie’s knee. I didn’t remember how many times I was supposed to tap him, so I kept doing it until he grabbed the muzzle and tilted my head up, using it to hold me in place. He grabbed a piece of paper off the coffee table and held it in front of my face. It took me a second to focus and read—Sapphira McKinnon, two million dollars. My head felt fuzzy and I nearly passed out.

“This is a cashier’s check. I have another one for Ms. Winters. I can always tear them up. Or would you rather I deliver them and save your ass for something more useful?” He put the check back on the table and stared coldly at me.

I nodded.

Ridge grabbed my hair and it stung as he shoved my face down against the couch. My forehead rested on Uncle Bowie’s muscled thigh. My dick throbbed, and I hated that each small indignity heaped on me seemed to make this better even while it was still awful.

“Oh, that is nice,” Uncle Bowie said, and I couldn’t see what he was talking about. “You make me proud.” I shuddered, and Uncle Bowie ran his hand through my hair. “Good boy, Ridge.”

Ridge moaned and the plug was ripped out of my hole. The sudden move didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t nice. A lubed cockhead pushed at my ass, and I froze, but there was no time to adjust because it just shoved inside me, deep and hard. Humiliation squirmed all through my gut as I moaned around the muzzle while he smashed against that spot in my ass that felt so fucking good. Ridge began to pound me without any hesitation or mercy, hammering his body against mine. It hurt a little, but it also had heat spiking through my belly.

“That’s it. This pup needs his balls emptied so he can be docile and follow a few orders without nipping our fingers. Can you do it for me, Ridge? Can you put this animal in his place?” I bit the dildo and my toes curled as Ridge picked up speed.

He shifted position and tapped me just right, forcing whimpers out of my mouth around the dildo. My orgasm blindsided me, and I shuddered, muscles aching as they tensed. I moaned and jets of cum sprayed from my slit as pleasure punched my belly. Ridge panted and let out a very dainty whimper that might’ve made me smile with a partner I liked, but as it was, I hated the fact that he shoved deep in my ass, spilling his cum inside me.

“Well, that didn’t take long. I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything more from a horny pup and boy.” Uncle Bowie laughed as if we’d just been playing a fun family game and my blood ran cold. Ridge pulled out, and my ass ached, but not like anything was wrong, just from being used so roughly. I felt almost drunk as Uncle Bowie yanked me up higher on my knees with a grip on the muzzle.

He messed around with the leather at the back of my head, and I hissed as he yanked the muzzle away. The dildo that had been in my mouth emerged, shiny with my spit. Uncle Bowie used the leash to drag my face down toward the floor and he nearly shoved my nose into a puddle of what looked like cum.

My cum.

“Bad pup,” Uncle Bowie said sternly. “We don’t leave messes around the house.” He grabbed the back of my head and rubbed my nose in the cum, and when I turned my face away, he smeared it all over my cheek. Someone slid the cool plug back into my asshole. My head felt floaty when Uncle Bowie tugged on the collar until I stood. My knees almost gave out. He dragged me down to sit sideways across his lap. My feet rested against the couch cushions, and I awkwardly gripped his shoulders to stay balanced.

“Now, there. That is better. Sit still while I finish my work, pup,” he said, leaning forward just enough to pick up the laptop, which he rested on my thighs. His dick was a steel rod poking my ass. I snuck a glance at Ridge out of the corner of my eye, and he was sitting on an armchair, dick hanging out and shiny with cum and lube. He stared at us as if he couldn’t believe what had just happened, and I didn’t blame him.

Shame burned away in my gut as my dick twitched again while Uncle Bowie shifted his hips. All I wanted to do was go home, but who knew when they would allow it? After a few minutes, Uncle Bowie’s phone rang, and he growled.