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Could I do it?

But God, I wanted it.

Would His Lordship give me orders while I was naked?

Dirty orders, making me do things I couldn’t even imagine, but I would obey, and they would all be pleased with me.

Angelo gave me another dirty kiss, and I clung to his shoulders, opening my mouth for him like a baby bird. Angelo ended the kiss with a tender flick of his tongue on my nose.

“We’ll take care of you. You’ll feel nothing but pleasure, I promise.”

I nodded eagerly. “I’m at your service, Master Angelo,” I whispered.

His smile was so beautiful, it almost blinded me.

“You like that, don’t you? Serving us.”

“Yes, Master Angelo.”

He stretched on the recliner, parting his legs. “Kneel on the floor and kiss my cock.”

My body went up in flames. A scorching blaze of lust. I slid down the recliner and knelt, the carpet scraping my knees.

I pressed my lips to Angelo’s pretty cock and round, smooth balls. I didn’t want to think about what would happen to me after this, so I only thought of what was now. The scents and tastes and a sweet ache in my core and the praise.

“Good. Just like that, sweet boy. Kiss it. Yes. You’re so sweet.”

The others came closer, teasing each other, and then teasing me as I wrapped my lips around Angelo’s cock and closed my eyes. I sucked and licked, then suckled on Angelo’s balls like a babe, and I soaked up the praise I received.

“Oh, you’re so sweet, dear Sesto. Such a good boy. You’re good at following orders, aren’t you? His Lordship likes that. That was why he chose you. Now lick my hole. Push your tongue inside me. There. Deeper. Oh, such a good boy. Yes. Mmhmm. An eager little virgin, tongue-fucking my hole.”

Angelo’s slick poured into my mouth, and it tasted like nectar.

Then came Elliot’s voice. “Spread your legs, Sesto.”

I did. And Elliot’s mouth was on my loosened opening, and while I felt empty deep inside, the warm tongue brought me incredible joy.

I’d never felt as proud as when Angelo’s cries crested and a mouthful of slick jetted into my mouth. I drank it all. Encouraged by the success, I eagerly licked Meo’s lovely ass, and Raphael’s too, and I sucked Brooks’s cock and put my fingers inside Brooks’s hole, and Angelo guided the movements of my hand until Brooks spilled into my mouth. They praised me and petted me, and I only wanted to please them more.

Long into the small hours, I knelt at Elliot’s feet, suckling on his soft cock, the heat from the fireplace warming my bare skin. The others sprawled on the sofas, drank wine, and talked. I felt as happy as I’d ever been in my life.

Elliot palmed my nape. “You like being our pet, sweetie?”

They’d been so kind to me and taught me so much. I hummed around the warm flesh in my mouth.

“Keep going, then.”

I closed my eyes and suckled, my mind blissfully empty.

3

During the day, I cleaned and carried drinks. At night, I learned how to obey and please in different ways.

They taught me to suck a hard cock—Elliot’s was the biggest, and I gagged on it, trying to relax my throat. I knew now how to finger an omega’s hole to make him come, and they showed me how to stretch an omega’s opening so it would accept three or even four fingers. I’d had my entire hand inside Raphael, my fingertips touched the mouth to Raphael’s womb, and the rubbery rim clenched around my wrist when Raphael peaked. His guttural noises were burned into my memory.

Over the next three days, they showered me with so much passion that I felt like I was drowning in it. But no matter how much I ached for it, nobody breached my opening except with a soft tongue. I was to be initiated properly—by the master of the house.

His Lordship Heath Thornton was to return from his business trip tonight, and I was to be his welcome home present.