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“Lick him, pup. Please your owner.” Uncle Bowie’s voice was a low scrape through the room that cranked up my excitement all on its own.

Ridge smirked and got that superior expression he wore when he was winning a game against me, but I didn’t care right now. I needed something before I went insane because I was on fire. I opened my mouth and popped my lips around Ridge’s cockhead, then sucked lightly while tonguing the soft yet firm flesh. This wasn’t what I’d expected from Uncle Bowie after Ridge had a huge, ridiculous temper tantrum, but I didn’t hate that things were turning out this way. There were far worse options for torture than blowjobs.

Maybe Uncle Bowie was mellowing out and had realized what Ridge needed was some kindness and attention? Hope swelled in me. Maybe, even though what we were doing was twisted, it would bring them closer? I bobbed farther down Ridge’s shaft and hollowed my cheeks, putting some effort into this. Kissing Ridge had been shockingly fantastic. Hell, maybe things could get better if I just did a good enough job.

Uncle Bowie leaned down and nibbled around my ear, but I didn’t stop working because he hadn’t told me to do anything else. His warm breath gusted into my ear and raised delicious goose bumps on my skin. I whimpered when I got a burst of musk on my tongue, and Ridge thrust to fill my mouth, taking me by surprise.

Uncle Bowie chuckled. “I know pups love bones, but that isn’t where he needs you to lick. Spread your legs wider, boy.”

I wanted to groan at Uncle Bowie’s bad joke, but my breath was knocked out of me as Ridge did what he was told with a small “yes, Daddy” that sounded like he was in heaven. Because of me.

Uncle Bowie yanked on my hair, and I fought to stay on Ridge’s dick, chasing one last drop of his precum, which had Uncle Bowie popping a rough slap onto my left asscheek. The bright burst of pain caused another hard pulse of pleasure to tighten in my groin.

“Don’t be a bad pup. Come on now. Let go of your toy,” Uncle Bowie said with a little chuckle that sounded slightly amused.

Ridge gave me a small glare that melted away as I tongued his slit. I popped off when Uncle Bowie gave my hair another yank and let him shove my face down between Ridge’s asscheeks. Uncle Bowie grabbed Ridge’s thighs and pushed them toward his chest, and Ridge was just with it enough to grab them and hold on. I leaned back to inspect his soft, pink hole, which seemed very delicate despite the fact that he was a big guy.

Uncle Bowie shoved my face forward again, and I licked around the hole that tasted clean and not like much of anything, probably because Ridge had been in the shower. Grunting, I dug my tongue directly into his body, and Ridge panted for air and ground his ass on my face.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, Daddy,” Ridge said, the words nearly accusatory.

“Patience, boy.” Uncle Bowie slapped Ridge’s balls lightly.

Ridge groaned and tried to roll to the side, but Uncle Bowie grabbed his legs and kept him still, and I ate his ass until my jaw ached to avoid the same fate. I caught a hint of earthiness on my tongue and the flavor reminded me of sex and fucking. My hips rocked all on their own, but since I was on my knees my dick just swayed and leaked. I wasn’t stupid; I couldn’t do a single thing to help myself without getting reprimanded by Uncle Bowie. And like hell I wanted him to hit my boys, even if he’d been gentle as far as those things went.

Uncle Bowie must’ve noticed my problem because he slid his hand over my ass, down between my legs, and gripped my erection from behind hard enough that it ached.

“You seem to have a problem. Do you need to be bred again so soon?”

I whimpered because he’d left me hanging close to the edge, then tried to do a better job tonguing Ridge.

“Hm, well, be a good pup. Eat that ass. Stretch him out. Get all the way inside him. Good pups sometimes earn treats.” He slid his hand up between my asscheeks and fingered my hole, which had me thrusting my hips again.

“Daddy, I thought you were going to fuck me?” Ridge whined, and he was beginning to sound demanding.

Fear streaked through me. Uncle Bowie was being nice by having me do this, especially if Ridge wasn’t used to a dick in his ass, but Ridge didn’t seem to be using his head. This was typical bratty bullshit, just like throwing the stool.

Without much thought, I attacked Ridge’s hole more enthusiastically with my tongue, and he moved endlessly, grinding against me, until he let out a garbled cry.

Uncle Bowie laughed. He dragged me from Ridge’s ass up to his dick, and I caught the final burst of his cum from an unexpected orgasm. Ridge stared at me with wide eyes as I swallowed every drop I could.

“Oh.” Uncle Bowie slid his fingers out of my ass and threaded his hand beneath me to get at Ridge’s, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away as Uncle Bowie sank two digits inside him. Ridge stiffened and closed his eyes. “My boy is more of a slut than I knew. He loves to have his ass played with, huh?”

Ridge nodded and sweat dampened his dark hair. His chest rose and fell fast as Uncle Bowie fingered him in a slow, steady pace. My dick quivered and heat danced on my cockhead as I watched. I loved what I was seeing and couldn’t deny it.

“He’s still really tight. Use that tongue on him some more, pup.”

Ridge let out a small sound that was almost pained as I shoved my face between his asscheeks again. I nearly cried in relief when I felt Uncle Bowie shift around to get behind me. He slid his dick in me and it bumped firmly over my prostate. Fuck, yes. He worked his hips carefully and wouldn’t let me fuck back onto him. I was right on the edge, trembling and dying to fall over the other side into my orgasm, when he pulled out again. I flopped to the bed, fighting off sobs, but he slapped my ass until I forced myself onto all fours again.

“I thought you were going to fuck me, Daddy?” Ridge said once more, and there was no hiding the jealousy this time.

Uncle Bowie crawled up the bed to lie down at Ridge’s side. “Watch your tone, boy,” he said, then attacked Ridge’s mouth. I’d never seen anyone kiss quite that way; it was more a battle than intimacy. Uncle Bowie took a breather to grab the lube from where it lay forgotten on the comforter and slap it onto my palm. “Get him ready, pup, and do a good job. If you skimp on him, the next time I knot you, I’ll do it dry.”

Terror pounded through me at the thought of taking that silicone toy in my ass without any prep—but my dick also throbbed. I nodded.

“But—”

Uncle Bowie slammed his mouth over Ridge’s again, stopping any complaints. He bit Ridge’s lip. “What are you forgetting?”