by R Phoenix
“Are you going to leave me here, with Liam? Alone?” Caleb asked. His voice shook even though it pissed him off just to hear it, and he lifted his head up a little.
Zain’s grip relaxed, and his hands started rubbing long strokes over Caleb’s head and down his back. “Only if that’s what you want.” One hand petted his back and started absently rubbing at the base of his tail. His voice was lower than usual, the playful, happy tone that he usually spoke to Caleb in was gone.
“I like being your alpha. I like playing with you and seeing you happy, but if you don’t want me around and you can honestly say you don’t want this… then I’ll go.” Zain’s grip tightened for a moment and he leaned down to kiss the top of Caleb’s head, betraying how the words made him feel before he even continued. “But no, it’s not what I want. It sounds a bit fucked up to even say it, but I like seeing your hard cock swinging while you run. I like the way your tail wags when you’re happy. I like the way you let everything go and just sink into your role as pup so completely. It’s… beautiful.”
This time, the reverence in the words made the words sound like a true compliment than something a dog owner was saying to his pet to soothe a fussy mood away.
Caleb shuddered against him, not sure if he wanted to let the rest of the tension in his body go — to start drifting into the space where everything was so much fucking simpler. He liked the compliments, too, even if they sometimes melded together. He liked hearing that someone liked his tail, liked him.
That he wasn’t just a total abomination like he’d thought when he’d first gotten it…
Like he’d thought when his body had started to like it.
“But I won’t force you,” Zain continued.
Caleb wasn’t sure if it was a warning or a reassurance.
Zain made a low sound, almost a sigh. “I’ll remind you why you want it and I’ll help you stay in that headspace as long as I can, but I won’t use force, Caleb. You need to decide what you want. I can help show Liam how to interact with your pup side.”
A short, unhappy sound escaped Zain before he found the words to continue. Zain didn’t seem to like the way Liam treated Caleb any more than Caleb did… at least, most of the time.
“He seems to be the type of guy that will always push the limits,” Zain said, “but I’ll be here to bridge the gap between you… as long as that’s what you want. No lying. No screaming that you hate it or that you want it to stop unless it’s true. You have to own up to what makes you happy if you want me to stay.”
Caleb rested his forehead against Zain’s muscled chest again. “What if he tells you to go?” he mumbled, which… Liam wasn’t really the type to like being told what to do, and he could send Zain away at any time. “If I…” He clenched his teeth, then relaxed his jaw as he tried again. “Then I’ll just be a dog.”
“No matter how deep you go, you’re not going to magically become a dog like you got that tail.” Zain leaned down and kissed him again. “You’ll never just be a dog.” Then he smiled, like he found the whole idea some fucked up version of humorous. “Neither of us would want you if you were just some dog. I know it’s scary, but look at it from just a practical standpoint.”
Practical. Right. Because so much of this was practical and logical. But he listened anyway, drinking in the words.
“Liam wants a happy companion that doesn’t demand but wants to be teased and yeah… fucked with a bit, but he’s starting to realize that he won’t get what he wants by doing things the same way. That’s why he got me, remember? We just have to show him… show both of you what makes you happy. Don’t you think he wants to see you running around happy and horny, so you grind against his leg and curl up against him?”
Caleb swallowed hard, closing his eyes. The words eased something inside of him, and the tightness in his chest slowly began to dissipate. He took a moment, and Zain patiently waited as they sat there in silence.
Then he let out a soft bark and a whine, looking pleadingly at the door to the kitchen. He didn’t have to decide right away. He could… think about it. Absorb it. Do this later.
Right now, there was food in there that wasn’t kibble, and he wanted it enough to where he’d shamelessly beg.
Zain let out a low laugh, relief clear on his face. “That’s my good boy. Are you ready for some meat?”
Caleb gave him another bark and wagged his tail, knowing just how much his alpha liked it.
Zain smiled. “That’s my pretty pup. Come on. It should be ready, and I don’t think we need to wait for Liam.”
Carefully easing Caleb off his lap and onto the floor, he ruffled his hands over Caleb’s head and grinned, like they were kids who were getting away with something naughty.
“If we start now, he can’t fuss until we have meat in your belly. Then it will be too late.” Leading Caleb into the kitchen, not straying too far from him and keeping an almost constant touch on him, Zain brought him to the table, pointing to a spot beside a chair. “Sit.”
Taking a deep breath, Caleb eyed Zain. “If I sit pretty, I get meat?” he asked, entirely too much hopefulness in his voice — and his tail wagged furiously, the idea of it making him salivate already.
Zain’s smile turned slightly wicked, and Caleb shivered. “If you sit pretty then I’ll let you eat all the stew you want. I’ll even let you hump my leg while you eat, Pup.” Zain crouched down for a moment and gave Caleb’s cock a long stroke, and he gave a low whimper as the damn thing sprang right to life for Alpha. “But there’s a catch, Pup. You have to keep grinding that hard dick on my leg, and once you come, no more stew.”
He stared up at his alpha, his breathing coming more swiftly then.
He sat like he’d been ordered to, looking expectantly at him, letting out a low whine as he pawed at Zain’s ankle. Fuck, what wouldn’t he do for something tasty right then? He was pretty sure there wasn’t much.
Zain chuckled low and gave Caleb’s cock one last stroke before standing up. “That’s my good boy.”
Caleb waited, trembling in anticipation as Zain moved around the kitchen, digging through cabinets to find bowls and spoons. He took forever to get the stew dished up. By the time he came back over to the table, Caleb’s cock was so hard it hurt, and he wasn’t sure what part of his body was more excited: his stomach or his dick.
“Oh, my pup looks ready for his treat.” Zain’s excited pleasure shone through as he sat down, smiling, no longer as strange as it had been once. “Just remember the rules, you have to keep humping my leg and once you come then no more stew.”
Stretching out one leg, Zain gave Caleb a pointed look and casually reached down to adjust his own dick. Zain’s erection was straining against his jeans, and Caleb’s mouth watered as he remembered how the hard length had tasted.
He suddenly wasn’t sure if he wanted the food first or…
Definitely the food, but he wanted… He whined, burying his face against Zain’s groin, then he started to rub his sensitive cock against Zain’s leg. It was an awkward position, but somehow, that only made it hotter.
Was his alpha going to put it on the floor or feed it to him? His cock twitched, and he wasn’t sure which he wanted more. No, he knew. He wanted to eat as fast as he could, get as much in his stomach as he could… then beg for his other treat.
His stomach growled.
Maybe there was even dessert. He imagined taking it from Zain’s fingers, sucking them and lavishing attention on them until he’d gotten every last bit as he tasted sugar for the first time in…
He almost felt like he was in the middle of that moment. He whined more insistently, looking up at Zain with the most pleading eyes he could possibly manage.
Zain reached out and ran a hand over Caleb’s face. “You can do better than that, Pup. Show me how much you want to come, and I’ll feed you the stew. You want to lick my fingers clean, don’t you?”
Caleb’s breathing was already coming hard and fast, but he didn’t want to rut more furio
usly against him or he’d come too soon. He let out another whine then barked, pawing at Zain’s knee with one of the mitts before going back to rubbing himself against the rough fabric of the jeans. At least it wasn’t too comfortable, which would keep him from coming immediately…
“That’s better, Pup.”
Caleb watched as Zain’s fingers dipped into the bowl and came out with a chunk of meat that looked incredible. He gave a low whine and let his mouth fall open as the food got closer to his watering mouth, a small line of drool seeping down his chin… and he didn’t fucking care.
Flavors and textures burst over his tongue. It felt like it’d been forever since he’d tasted something that good. Chewing and swallowing so fast he almost choked, he whined and opened his mouth again, lifting his head up and begging for more.
Zain chuckled around a mouthful of the stew as he swallowed and smiled. “I’m glad you like my dinner, Pup. But don’t forget the rules. I want to see you humping my leg.”
Fuck, it was hard to remember to do both. They were equally orgasmic in that moment, his first taste of real food in a few weeks and his first decent meal in so long he couldn’t even remember…
But he kept thrusting his hips, rubbing his cock against the werewolf. At this rate, he was going to come before he’d gotten more than a few bites. He whined louder, barking more insistently as he shoved his mouth against Zain’s hand.
Zain fed him another bite, smiling and letting Caleb suck on his fingers before he moved his hand back. “Oh, I love how you look when you’re doing that, Pup. Rutting and humping, chasing the pleasure. I bet you want to come, don’t you?” Zain continued the teasing words and the delicious bites of the stew as Caleb thrust himself against Alpha’s leg and begged.
He didn’t speak, didn’t even bother to try; he didn’t even bother to pay attention to more than Zain’s tone. He whimpered and pleaded like any dog would, and his tail wagged more and more as his stomach started to get full from something that was more than just… nutritionally balanced. Before he could quite get there, though, and before he was entirely ready to stop, he heard footsteps.
His head jerked up, and he found himself growling at the idea of being interrupted during his meal.
What the…
He instantly stopped, and his master arched a brow from the doorway.
“Well, well. I see someone is getting pampered, while someone else is not getting to take their pleasure,” Master stated. “Were I you, I would be fucking him hard enough to shove his face into the bowl.” He smirked, crossing over to stand beside Alpha. “Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” he said, flashing a wolfish smile.
“So I should have let him eat while I was fucking him, but made him stop once I was done?” Zain’s still damp finger trailed down Caleb’s cheek. “Maybe next time, Pup. I’ll pin you down to the floor, and you only get to eat the good stuff as long as I’m fucking your tight ass. Once I come, though, it will be back to the kibble.”
Caleb chased Zain’s finger with his tongue, lapping at everything he could get. He was far from ready for his meal to be over. He didn’t care if they both fucked his ass at the same time as long as he got to eat like that again. He whined, his hips moving faster and faster as he sucked those fingers clean.
Fuck, he needed to stop letting his mind get away from him if he was going to—
“Come for me, Pup,” Master’s low, amused voice said from just above him.
Oh, fuck, it wasn’t like he could come on command. He whimpered again, more frustrated, as he buried his face against Zain’s groin. Some of the stew had dripped down his face too, and he was probably smearing it all over his alpha’s pants, but he didn’t care. He whined more pathetically, looking up at both of them with the plea clear on his face…
Dessert?
“Oh, does my pup want something else… something to fill his mouth with?” Alpha’s teasing words were made even sexier as he reached for his pants, slowly unbuttoning them and easing the zipper over his straining erection. “Yes, I think my pup wants dessert.” Freeing his thick cock, Alpha’s hand came up and pulled Caleb’s head down.
Caleb didn’t even hesitate, not bothering to lick or tease or do anything he’d done before. This time, he took him in deep, his rutting getting faster and faster and—
Caleb swallowed as his alpha’s cock filled his mouth, his throat, making him feel so good, so in the moment, and dimly aware of the sound of his master shedding his pants…
He came, spilling all over his alpha’s jeans.
Master chuckled, stepping closer, and he didn’t hesitate to spit in his hand and thrust the head of his cock into Caleb’s ass. There was so little to smooth his entry even though there was always lube nearby, and Caleb cried out, knowing the vibrations would go straight to his alpha’s cock.
Master grabbed him by the tail, lifting him a little more, and Caleb gasped, sucking his alpha’s cock more fervently.
Alpha growled out a low sound and thrust his dick even deeper into Caleb’s throat. Caleb gagged around him, not ready for the erection to slide into his throat, but Alpha’s cock jerked and he felt the rush of cum flood his mouth.
He hadn’t expected it so soon, and some of it escaped his lips, dribbling down his face just like his meal had.
Liam laughed, murmuring, “Has my pup been teasing you that much, my pet?” The vampire usually had seemingly endless stamina, but something about the scene must’ve been just as erotic to him. He was already building up speed and rigor, cock starting to thicken in Caleb’s ass before he’d even gotten used to its size in the first place.
He whimpered, swallowing frantically around Alpha’s cock and fucking back against Master, feeling sated and used and wanted and desired and—
Caleb didn’t even know how much time had passed before Liam came with a groan. Not much, but enough, and he let out another low whine as his master tugged a little harder at his tail.
For what seemed like an endless moment, he was suspended in utter bliss between the two of them, his lips wrapped around his alpha’s softening cock and his master’s in his ass.
“I could learn to enjoy waking up to this each evening,” Liam remarked mildly from behind them.
Well, that wouldn’t be a hardship. Caleb already wanted it.
The only question was whether he was ready to accept it.
Chapter Nine:
Liam
“Now then,” Liam said as he pulled his pants back up and looking down at where his pup panted — partially open-mouthed, which pleased him even more — then at the werewolf he’d tasked with… dog-sitting. He wasn’t terribly experienced with this, but he rather expected this wasn’t exactly typical.
But it was good.
Liam had used Caleb’s sexual appetites as a means to tame him from time to time, withholding orgasms until the pup did as he was supposed to. He wasn’t going to admit to Zain that it had been nice to have a thoroughly worn out and mostly-complacent pup to play with after he’d left the previous night, but…
He hadn’t been lying when he’d said he could get used to this.
“Explain,” he told Zain, leveling his gaze upon the ‘wolf.
One eyebrow went up, and the ‘wolf seemed to be doing his best to look innocent. “Explain what? I made dinner so I could hang around and talk. You said earlier that you wanted me here when you woke up for the day. I was just following orders.”
“This is not his food,” Liam remarked, gesturing to the bowl, which still had a little bit of stew in it. He took it, considering it for a moment, and he was half tempted just to pour it over Caleb’s usual food. Instead, he set it down in front of Caleb, who eyed it warily. “You will spoil him if you give him too much, my pet,” he admonished, even as he gestured to it. “But since your supper is already spoiled, you may eat, Pup.”
Caleb gave him a dubious look, but there wasn’t as much venom as there might’ve been on an ordinary day. It was almost like the glare was more an obligation more tha
n anything.
There wasn’t much left, but he was pleased to see his pet lean down, beginning to try to eat the stew without his hands.
Zain smiled, mischievously. “Sometimes spoiling a pup can be fun, though, and I thought you liked the game we made out of it… or was I wrong?”
Liam rolled his eyes. “Do not be impertinent, Pet,” he said, but there was no heat to his words. He’d gotten a treat out of it too, and it had been one he’d more than enjoyed. He crouched down next to Caleb while his pup ate — hesitant at first, then more enthusiastically as he neared the bottom. “Lick it clean,” he murmured in a soft purr, arousal stirring as he watched his pup debase himself even more for a few more drops of human food. “Every drop.”
Zain’s voice came out teasing, but there was a heat to it that Liam enjoyed. “Your pup is very good at licking up every drop.”
“Oh, yes,” Liam replied, rising. He casually rested the tip of his shoe against the back of Caleb’s head, nudging him down a little more.
His pup let out a little whine as his face was doused in the food, but he didn’t try to pull back up. He eased up after a pause, nodding in satisfaction and returning his foot to the floor instead.
“You have made more progress in two days than I would have thought someone else could make,” he stated. More like, more progress in two days than he had made in weeks, but his pride wouldn’t allow him to say that.
Zain looked down at Caleb, smiling, then reached out to pet the pup’s head. “I think I just see things differently. It gives me a different perspective.”
“Because you know how to handle dogs,” Liam said, watching Caleb’s tail thump as he messily slurped up everything in the bowl. “And he is little more, no?”
He watched Caleb intently, sure that he would see his pup balk. He did, a little, lifting his head up, but all Liam had to do was touch his toe to the back of the pup’s neck to get him to go back to eating.
And his tail was wagging.
“Not quite a dog, but not quite a human anymore… I think I’m just helping him to… adjust to that, I guess you could say.” Zain’s hands started wandering over the pup’s back and down to his tail. “That’s a good boy.”
