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It’s been a while since your little breakdown. It seemed like Carlos and Leon were slowly becoming more friendly. They were nicer to each other at least, and they’ve certainly treated you with the utmost care. You’ve been entertained, taken on daily walks and finally, lulled to sleep every night you needed it.
You haven’t even needed them to stay over that much lately. All is good. Or at least that’s what you think. Your mental state is still fragile. You still depend on them too much, but they keep telling you it’s a good thing to depend on them, it’s sort of becoming a vicious cycle.
They’ve even been offering to drop you off at work and pick you up after every day lately. This might or might not have been because Carlos saw you hitting it off with a colleague on the bus going to work, and it made him worry. Not that you know that, though.
Being followed to and from work by at least one of your best friends (yes, you’re still having a delusional episode thinking you’re all just friends) isn’t exactly what you envisioned when you’ve previously thought about how you’d function as a grown up.
But it makes you feel less alone having them there. It’s comfortable.
You haven’t really thought about how this affects other aspects of your social life until you’re having lunch with some friends and they all start complaining about how they never see you anymore.
“You practically never go out anymore,”’s and “You used to be fun, what happened?”’s are passed around the table..
In these types of situations you kind of just freeze on the inside while trying to laugh it off on the outside, saying some random shit hiding that it sort of gets to you. Maybe they’re right. Maybe they’re wrong. You don’t know either way.
“Well..” You sound a bit hesitant, trying to think yourself to the right words. “I get kinda stupid when I’m drunk, it could get dangerous..” It earns you some eye-rolls and a snort.
“Ughh, is this some kind of bullshit your hot boyfriends are spewing?” Someone comments sourly, making you blush. You deny these accusations passionately, even slightly angrily because that’s surely not what’s been happening. Leon and Carlos are not your boyfriends, and have been nothing but helpful, and you are kind of hurt by this comment in particular.
“Pff, right..” The conversation continues, but the feeling that you’re sort of being shoved to the side as the boring one of the group. It kind of stings a little bit, but you’re accustomed to holding things like that in.
It’s not like anyone here would understand. You’re actually not sure anyone in the world would understand. The only people in this world seeming to really get you are Leon and Carlos. It makes you feel strange if you think about it really hard. That’s why you avoid thinking about it too hard, I guess. Maybe you’re just better off not thinking at all.
You feel yourself reaching for your phone instinctively, wanting to text to the group chat you have with Carlos and Leon and ask them what you’re supposed to do in situations like this. You end up asking if it’s okay to feel the way you’re feeling, then asking if you’ve really become a boring person.
The answers you get are something reassuring like “of course that’s okay, they’re being assholes”, “that’s bullshit” and “don’t listen to them, you’re perfect”, making you smile at your phone and return to the conversation feeling more at ease.
When you finally get off, they’re actually both free and waiting to pick you up in Carlos’ car. Every day with you is like a mini-stakeout. Leon’s keeping a close eye on you, observing all your little gestures, how you get slightly awkward at times, blushing, and waving goodbye to those around you.
You’re walking out of the building with one of your colleagues, talking and smiling and being your usual self. Carlos' hand tightens a little bit around the steering wheel, boring his eyes into the person next to you as he sure as hell is getting a little bit closer to you than any of the people in the car feels comfortable with.
The more time they’ve spent with you, the more potent their obsession with you has become, alas the more possessive of you they’ve become. They seem to at least understand these parts of each other.
Whether or not they should condone behaviour like this in each other or not, is another case. But they’re both so skilled at hiding their inner worlds. It’s not like they talk about you with their collegues. And thankfully for them Jill’s too busy to be there, so there’s nobody to interfere or tell them off.
They exchange a look with each other. Leon proceeds to get out of the car and lean casually against the door, waving at you. He’s a little bit better at concealing the shit that goes down in his brain when stuff like this happens. But of course it’s gonna happen, you’re so fucking adorable.
They’re both frequently playing with the idea of having you completely to themselves. It’s just an innocent fantasy, right? Besides, you’re so dependent. You’re so naive, so pure and fragile. The world’s a dangerous place. They know that much more than anyone.
Leon tucks you into the backseat, leaning back to make sure your seatbelt’s on right, listening to your chatter about work and your colleagues. Carlos is still grabbing tightly onto the steering wheel, looking at you through the rear mirror.
“Maybe you should quit.” He mumbles, the sound of his voice barely loud enough for you to hear over the sound of Leon shutting the door and making his way to the front seat.
Your eyes dart over to what you can see of him, his shoulders and arms and the back of his head.
“Huh?” You blurt out, completely perplexed. Carlos’ head snaps towards your direction, looking towards where you’re sitting. “What?” He asks, sounding confused.
“Uh, I thought I heard you say something?” You’re not even sure if you heard him right at this point, the confusion getting the best of you. Carlos laughs as Leon gets in and leans back to pat your head.
“Oh.. Maybe you’re a bit tired today?” He says teasingly, then quickly changes the topic to something else, like asking what you want for dinner. Before you know, you’ve completely forgotten about it.
More often than not, most of your days consisted of being driven or followed places, taken care of as usual. It was nice. It felt safe. Predictable. It kept you from unraveling at the edges, in a strange way.
Because Leon and Carlos were almost always around when you needed it, except for when they were working in short periods at a time, you rarely felt lonely. You never really had to bother any of your other friends anymore, because at least one of the two would always show up at the right time or in the right place.
You’d also always have plans together, making it a bit hard seeing other people, to be honest. Not that it bothered you, you felt so safe being around them anyway. And should you ever run into or hang out with someone else, you’d somehow get distracted into thinking of Carlos or Leon anyway.
You thought maybe it was a sign that you were just more invested in upkeeping their friendship rather than other friendships. You owed them so much after all.
Jill was often busy, and you were starting to see that the people you used to hang out with maybe weren't the best people to keep around - At least that’s what Leon had said when you talked to him about it.
The blind trust you tended to put in your two closest friends was kind of overwhelming at times. You’d sometimes feel scared that they’d just disappear from your life, making your chest feel tight.
You didn’t know whether or not feeling that way was normal or not, but you didn’t dare tell anyone. It would be too embarrassing having to admit it out loud. If you didn’t tell anyone about your feelings, you could probably just repress them altogether.
At least then nobody would get hurt. It’s not like you could choose any one of them. You wanted to stay comfortable, with the both of them at your side. Even if that meant just hanging out. You were at peace with that.
Or at least that’s what you thought.
*
It’s been so long since you’d been touched in a way that wasn’t platonic. You were feeling yourself dipping further and further into madness from constantly being around not one, but two! people that both possess the ability to make you shiver in anticipation just from looking at you in a certain way.
Not only that, but of course you had to practically live in between two hot guys competing for your attention, and it didn’t make any of it any easier. You were rarely alone. They’d make sure of that.
Especially since you’d been depressed lately. Asking them to leave wasn’t enough anymore. They’d insist on staying just to really make sure you were alright. You couldn’t bring yourself to kick them out when they were being so considerate of you.
But you did desperately need some time to yourself.
It was not like you could ask for their attention - Last time it ended up in a fight. You don’t want to go there one more time. It’s also probably not the right thing to do, sleeping with your friends. Friends. That’s all you are, right?
You manage to slip away when they’re doing the dishes after you’ve all had a lovely meal together, not having a lock on your bedroom you resort to locking yourself in the bathroom.
You turn on the sink, getting as comfortable as you can in the bathtub on top of some towels. Leaning your head back, tracing your fingers over the fabric of your clothes.
You try to relax, touching underneath your sweater, dragging it up and pinching your nipples slightly, making them become hard under your fingertips.
You close your eyes, involuntarily starting to imagine that your hands belong to your friends in the kitchen. You drag your fingers over your chest, downward your stomach, onto your hips.
The fantasy getting more and more heated inside your head, you’re imagining several ways in which they could help you solve the problem between your legs, and that alone makes your face flush.
Unzipping your pants while breathing unsteady, dragging them halfway down your thighs. You slip your hand down, touching your thighs teasingly.
You start touching yourself gently, but your hands quickly grow impatient as your imagination is running wild. The risk of anyone hearing you gets you going as well.
You’re maybe relying too much on the running sink to conceal the noises of your body squirming in the tub and the small cries that exit you as you’re trying to get there as fast as humanly possible. You’re sure they’ll be done with the dishes fairly quickly.
Your skin is starting to get damp, your muscles tensing up from the buildup inside and the heat is pulsating through your sex with every stroke on your fingers. The sound of the bathroom door abruptly being opened has your eyes jolting open in shock, a moan slipping its way through your lips.
Carlos towers over you, staring you up and down where you lay on your back, pants down, a twitching, jelly-like lifeform at the bottom of the bathtub.
His mouth opens slightly as if to say something, closes again, before he swallows heavily and keeps staring for a few seconds as if he can't believe his eyes.
Your hands have stopped moving by now, the horniness being replaced by pure embarrassment. Your eyes are glued to the wall next to you, cheeks stinging, and you try to wiggle your pants back up.
"Don’t move." He says darkly, making you freeze and nervously turn your head to look at him. The first thing you see is the huge bulge growing in his pants, your mouth falling open as you slowly look up, up, up and find a smug smile and a set of eyes looking down at you hungrily.
"Hey, Leon!" He shouts as he's leaning down over the tub, his hand closing around your throat making you let out a choked mewl. "Be fucking quiet." He threatens in a shushed voice, making you abide by his wishes immediately.
Leon answers something. "Could you go pick up some tp real quick? They're in the bathroom and we're all out." He shouts back. As he hears Leon approaching he’s letting you go, before straightening up and closing the door behind him.
Leon, knowing Carlos, and knowing there's plenty of toilet paper around this house, enters the bedroom while doing his best in repressing the suspicion he’s feeling inside.
Carlos, being completely oblivious to his dick trying to rip through his pants, as he's just very eager to get Leon the hell outta here, sits casually on the bed with a neutral expression.
"We just-" Leon stops, raises an eyebrow. "U-huh, toilet paper you said?" He asks nonchalantly, pretending to believe this bullshit. He then launches himself into the bathroom at light speed, practically kicking the door down before Carlos gets in his way.
He didn't exactly imagine that this sight would be what he'd stumble upon, taking a breath through his nose and turning towards Carlos. "So." He says calmly, putting two and two together.
"Your plan was to get me out so you could play with them alone, hm? A bit selfish if you ask me." He's met with silence. "And you.."
He turns back to you, still sitting like a stupid fucking idiot with your pants down in the tub. The corners of his mouth twisting into an outright dangerous-looking grin. "You're gonna fucking regret this."
He leans down, grabbing you by the collar he put on you, dragging you to your feet somehow. Then, he throws you over his shoulder like you’re a bag of rice, carrying your sorry ass out to the bedroom.
But he doesn’t stop there, he keeps moving into the kitchen, Carlos following closely and watching with worried eyes as you’re being put down - Leon yanks your pants and underwear off, almost in the same movement.
“Sit.” He commands, making your legs feel like jelly, and you sink slowly down on your knees in front of him. He tugs your collar, forcing you to stand on your knees when you try sitting all the way down, making you yelp helplessly in the process. He then removes your sweater and shirt, tossing them to the side.
Carlos is still only watching in silence, leaning against the counter with a look on his face as if he’s completely mezmerised. The only noise coming from him is his short breath, making his chest move rapidly up and down as if he’s been running.
Leon grabs your hair, pulling you slightly forward so he can get a good look at your bare ass. “Did you really think none of us would notice you moaning in there, huh?” He asks smoothly, his voice has a cold, calm edge to it.
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask for weeks, and this is what you do? Touching yourself, hm? Trying to get off with Carlos behind my back?” A rush of heat pulsates through your sex, making you squirm as you have nothing to rub yourself against.
You’re too scared to even try touching yourself again, especially since you are on display. Being naked on the floor, with the both of them looking down on you has your brain spinning with arousal, and you’re completely at loss for words.
“Answer me.” Leons voice is dripping with icy impatience, and you try your best to gather yourself enough to come up with an answer.
“Y-yes, sir!” You stutter, looking down to the floor as the rising shame inside is making your face flush.
“Look at me when you speak.” His words are stinging like a knife against your throat. You immediately lift your head, focusing on his face, making your cheeks even warmer than previously.
“Yes, sir..”
Leon looks to Carlos, gesturing to you with the hand that isn’t clutching around a fistful of your hair.
“Kind of pathetic, don’t you think?” He asks casually, Carlos folding his arms over his chest, clearing his throat as he nods slowly, mouth hanging slightly open at a loss for words.
Leon changes his grip, grabbing your collar instead and practically dragging you across the floor. He bends you over the kitchen table, clicking his tongue as if he’s not quite satisfied with the outcome. “Hm..” He mutters, looking around.
“Need a hand?” Carlos asks, his voice hoarse as his dark eyes are reluctantly moving from your ass over to Leon. He looks somewhat confused, angry, agitated maybe, almost hungry.
The way they’re talking over you like you’re not even there makes you feel deeply humiliated, but it only adds to the hot mess between your thighs. You groan in frustration, cursing at Leon as you try kicking your hands and feet.
Leon makes an affirmative sound, looking over your frame again as if he’s considering the offer. “Hold them down, will you?” He says in a calculating tone, as you’ve sort of been putting up a physical fight the whole time, if it can even be called a fight.
Either way, you’ll probably find some way to actually get yourself hurt, and he won’t stand for that. He has no problem navigating you to wherever he wants you to be, but that doesn’t mean it’s not annoying that you’re resisting, or at least trying to.
Carlos gets it and simply hums in response, stepping forward, grabbing your hands and maneuvering them behind your back as if you’re being arrested. “Sorry baby, you’ll hurt yourself otherwise.”
Your response is trying to wiggle out of his grip, making him squeeze your arms tight. His face shifts from mildly apologetic to looking down on you harshly. “I was gonna plead for him to go easy on you, but it seems like you really need to learn this the hard way.”
He puts a firm grip around your shoulders, hoisting you further onto the table so you’ve got to balance on your toes - your legs flopping helplessly trying to find a good foothold.
He’s making sure your hands are securely wrapped together, and that you’re breathing fine. You can feel him throbbing through the fabric against your hip, his iron grip keeping you from moving much at all.
“S-stop..” You say weakly, clearly not wanting any of them to stop, you’re saying it more for your dignity’s sake. That, and because you’re pouty because it’s nearly impossible to grind yourself against the table in any way that is even close to pleasurable. Leon leans down in front of your face, turning your chin slightly so he can take a better look at you.
“You sure you want us to stop?” You look hopelessly back at him, at loss for words again, as you feel Carlos’ hand teasingly slide up your inner thigh. You’re gasping for air, barely holding it together, your face says it all. “Oh.. You want to get punished, don’t you?” You close your eyes tightly, but you can hear the smirk in his voice.
Carlos’ hand moves again, making you open your eyes for a short moment, crying softly in frustration. “You’re practically begging me to, aren’t you?” A ‘tsk’ falls from Leon’s lips, and you hear them both move.
“I want you to tell me why you’re sorry every time I hit you, you understand?” His voice isn’t loud nor demanding, yet the sound of it sends shivers down your spine in a way that makes you feel threatened.
You really don’t have the strength in you to disagree to these terms, as you’re practically melting in Carlos’ hands from the impact of the gentle yet firm touches of his rough hands combined with Leon’s menacing energy.
“Y-yes.. sir.” You barely manage to breathe out, the anticipation in the air is almost too much for you to handle. You can barely handle them one at a time, you’re not even sure you’ll manage both of them. Mixed feelings of joy and horror are circulating through your body at the moment, trying to brace yourself for the impact you know is coming.
One of Carlos’ hands squeezes over your mouth, and a loud slap sings through the air shortly after. Leon hits hard. The cry you let out is muffled by the hand over your mouth, but it’s still sort of loud. Your breath hitches a bit, body shaking slightly as the hand is removed to let you apologise.
“I’m sorry I touched myself instead of asking you.” Your breath is still heaving whilst trying to manage the pain, but you manage to form the sentence.
Hand over your mouth, a new slap! echoes through the room.
“I-I’m sorry I.. I’m sorry I touched myself instead of asking you.”
Each slap more painful than the other, you’re not able to form sentences after a while, head spinning as you sob into Carlos’ fingers, tears flooding out of your eyes. Eight slaps later, you’re feeling sore while whimpering and shaking on the table, your bottom reddened and swollen from the impact of Leon’s hands.
You feel the grip on your arms disappear, a gentle hand stroking your back. “Such a good puppy, you did so great for your first time..” Leon places light kisses down your neck, making you shiver, but not from pain for a change.
You’re being lifted off the table and into a pair of big arms, you’re not even sure who of them is squeezing you against their chest due to you being so disorientated from the experience you just went through.
Eyes closed, you melt into the arms that are holding you up and by the smell and sounds surrounding you, it seems to be Carlos that is nuzzling his face into your hair. You can hear the fridge opening and footsteps, suddenly feeling something very cold press against your ass.
You wheeze for air, eyes fluttering open in surprised confusion. “Be good now and keep still, it’ll make it swell less.” Carlos mumbles as calmly as he is able to, stroking your hair as his eyes are squinting a little towards Leon.
I guess this was his revenge for trying to snag you behind his back, having to watch Leon put his marks on your body in front of him. Carlos is struggling to keep his cool on the surface through the raw and confusing mix of emotions that is building up inside.
The latter is holding a pack of frozen veggies against your skin for a while, letting your body calm down for a short few minutes before doing anything else. The ice cold helps you get back to your senses, even though you’re still aroused out of your mind and aching for the both of them.
You’re, however, a bit scared to do something wrong or out of line. You do feel bad for Leon, though, he’s right to be a bit mad that you’d almost let the other do the same thing all over again. You did feel a bit bad. Yet here you are, melting into Carlos when you should really be begging for forgiveness. It almost makes you feel upset with yourself.
You turn slightly, staggering towards Leon, grasping at his shirt to keep yourself balanced. Your legs still feel a lot like jelly. He looks a bit surprised, immediately scooting his arms around you to hold you up.
“Leon..” You mumble needily, feeling the heat rise to your face, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. You rub your face into his shirt, enveloping yourself in his smell with a small huff of pleasure. Almost forgetting all your thoughts in the process, because he chuckles in a way that makes your heart flutter.
Looking up at him, his expression looks only slightly softer than it did before, and he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger, now making it impossible for you to look away. “Do you have something to say to me?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.
You’re trapped in his blue eyes, feeling small and helpless, but also incredibly eager to please. You need to please him, actually. You’d do anything to make him happy right now.
“I’m sorry..” You gulp silently, trying to stall to have some more time to think about what you’re going to say. Expressing emotions isn’t exactly what you’re best at. It makes you feel embarrassed.
“I should have asked you, I’m sorry.. I was dumb and I didn’t think, because Carlos was suddenly there, and he’s just very strong and, um, I’m not strong and that made me feel a certain way and uh..” You stop to take a breath before the words continue stumbling out of your mouth. Meanwhile Carlos is trying to hide a snort of laughter somewhere behind you, riding a small high as he’s completely adored by your words.
“I.. I love you, Leon, so much, and him too,” You point in Carlos’ general direction, eyes still trapped in Leon’s. “.. but I already said that to him by accident, but that doesn’t matter cus’ I really just wanted to tell you that I feel that way too and, um, please don’t be mad at me, please?”
The words just keep pouring out of you, voice growing more nervous for each sentence, with small breaths in between every now and then. Both of them are completely stunned, Carlos clutching onto the kitchen table for his life to not just grab you off of Leon and fucking tear you to shreds (in the most loving way).
Leon never looks away, his eyes widening for the glimpse of a second, taking a short breath through his nose. Though he’s fighting hard to repress whatever he’s feeling from showing too much on his face, his gaze remains cool and evaluative except from this. You do notice his arms tightening around you, though.
“I’ll do anything, please Leon, I need both of you, but I don’t want you to be angry or feel bad. Please let me make you feel good, it’s the least I can do..” The desperation and pure emotion you’re feeling is really starting to shine through, the corner of your eyes getting a bit wet, your arms weakly tugging at his shirt because you really need him to understand how serious you are.
After a few seconds of silence, he lets go of your chin, the corners of his mouth tugs a little. “You’ll do anything, you say?” His voice is seemingly completely unbothered as he’s looking down at you. You nod frantically, slipping your arms around his neck and leaning into him in an attempt to be closer to him. “I wanna make you happy..”
A rather sadistic half-smile is forming on his lips. He leans down, pulling you into a breathtaking kiss, his hands groping your body making you whine into his mouth. He abruptly pulls away, pushing you down to the floor. It all happens so suddenly, you can feel your knees giving in and you clumsily fall over to your side with a small thud.
You hear him spit, expecting it to hit you, but instead it hits one of his boots. “It’s dirty. Lick it off.” He demands, making your eyes widen in surprise as you try to regain your balance and sit up properly.
“Was that too hard for you to understand? I said lick it off .” Your cheeks start stinging from humiliation again, his voice too intimidating for you to waste any time. You get down on all fours, bending down to leap up the spit.
You can feel an electric surge rushing through your body, smelling and tasting the leather, dragging your wet tongue eagerly over the rough surface. Carlos is letting out a soft groan behind you as he watches everything with intense eyes, savoring everything - Including the full view of how ridiculously aroused you are getting from this. You’re basically leaking on the floor.
You move a little to the side so you can start cleaning off his other shoe, feeling absolutely dirty in doing so, letting out small huffs of pleasure in between each lick. Leon simply smirks watching you until he deems himself satisfied.
Your world tumbles as you suddenly feel a hand pushing you hard, making you fall over to your side again, revealing to him too just how worked up this has got you. “You like that, hm?” The rough sole of his boots digs into your skin, pushing you down to the floor. A confused moan falls from your lips, leaving you surprised at yourself.
“Oh. You like that, too?” A pair of judgmental eyes are boring into yours, his tone extremely condescending. He then moves his leg, stepping down in between your legs. You let out a pained whine, squeezing your eyes shut as you’re squirming under the pressure of his foot.
“Fucking pathetic.” He mutters, watching how your face grimaces from pleasure. The pressure of his boot disappears, and when your eyes finally flutter open, he’s leading Carlos to the couch. You kind of feel like a used rag, dragging yourself up to your knees, confused and disorientated.
You shakily get up, stumbling after the two of them. It takes a few seconds before you understand what you’re looking at, as you watch in disbelief when the two men straddle and kiss each other aggressively. They then start undressing each other rapidly.
The sight makes butterflies explode in your stomach, but you stand there frozen for a good minute, just watching as your mouth gapes at the sight of them together.
Once they are completely undressed, still making out and touching each other, you realise you’re still standing there like an idiot, gawking. You’ve gotten so worked up and frustrated from all this that your mouth starts watering, like some moron unable to control their urges.
You furrow your brows, awkwardly standing in front of the couch and leaning down trying to forcefully squeeze in between them with a frustrated sound. They both stop, simply looking at you. “What?” Carlos asks, his breath heaving. You’re starting to suspect that they’re purposely doing this to make you beg and cry, maybe as some form of revenge.
“Me too, please..” You plead, one knee in between them, rubbing your cheek onto Leon’s shoulder like some needy pet. “Please..” You grab Carlos’ hand, nuzzling your face into it, popping one of his fingers into your mouth and sucking on it with a breathy moan. Both of them are watching you with hungry eyes, but none of them are lifting as much as a finger.
You start rubbing your body against them as best you can, breath hitching a little as you go. You place Leon’s hand against your sex, tears welling up in your eyes. “Please, it hurts..” You cry softly after popping Carlos’ fingers out of your mouth. Leaning over to place wet, desperate kisses down his jaw, turning to give Leon’s bare chest the same treatment after a short while.
“Please, please, I want you so bad, please, I need to be yours.. Need you so bad, I need you, please ..” Your voice is now shaking in desperation, you feel small and insignificant in your attempts trying to convince them, the humiliation pushing you to tears.
They waste no time, knowing well how far they’ve drawn out their torment of you. Two sets of hands are kneading your body soft, having you sink in between them like you’re some kind of moldable substance. They know just how to make your body tick, leaving you an absolute moaning mess in a matter of seconds.
“You’re too perfect.” Leon breathes heavily, finally giving in to his complete and utter adoration for you. “So fuckin’ pretty..” Carlos chimes in as a mere sigh upon your skin, his lips brushing over your shoulder.
You can feel their fully erect dicks pressing impatiently against your skin as you’re being properly manhandled in between them, the first orgasm flushing over you quickly as they’re both rubbing and massaging your body intensively, Carlos muffling your cries by stuffing two of his big fingers into your mouth.
“Wanna be ours, huh?” He mumbles low into your ear, you can feel him throbbing against you. “You sure about that?” Leon moves his hand, touching you in one of your more sensitive spots, making you elicit a helpless “ Mmph! ”. You’re not able to speak with your mouth full of drool and fingers. You try nodding your head, only pushing the fingers further in, making your eyes roll slightly from all the sensations you’re experiencing at once.
“What’s that? Is that a yes or a no?” Leon smirks, moving his hand again, making you produce a loud, muffled moan again. Carlos chuckles into your neck, sending shivers over your skin. “Ah, sure sounds like a ‘no’ to me..” He feigns disappointment, making you shake your head violently, pressing yourself back trying to escape the grip he has on your face.
A pained “ Nnnhhhh! ” is all you can utter, wanting to assure them that you want this. Oh, you want nothing more than to be completely owned. Leon shakes his head, stroking you lazily, looking at you as if you’ve said something really mean. “Is that really so? You don’t want that?” Your muffled cries of protest and overstimulation makes him laugh softly, looking over your shoulder. “I think they’ve got something to say.”
The fingers leave your mouth, spit running down your chin and dripping everywhere. You lean forward to rest your weight against Leon, breathing heavily from all their teasing, pressing your ass against Carlos in the process (making him moan unexpectedly). “I want that! You can have me, own me or whatever, I wanna do that please..” You babble incoherently, they are both truly stunned by how you still manage to exceed the limits of how cute and adorable one person can possibly be.
If you only knew how unhealthily obsessed they are with you, you’d maybe understand the impact your words have. “Oh baby, you’re gonna regret saying that.” Carlos’ voice is sinisterly deep, fingers dig hard into your hips, dragging you backwards onto his dick as you fall face down into the sofa pillows gasping in shock.
“Such a cute, good little puppy..” Leon smiles devotedly saying this, carefully hoisting you up on all fours, admiring your expression as he strokes your face. “You’ll never be able to take those words back, y’know.” His expression becomes serious for a split second, almost hardened.
Then he smiles obsessively, grabs your hair and guides himself into your mouth. You’re not really making it hard for him as you’re still gaping and hiccuping from being stretched out so suddenly without warning. “ Fuck..” He utters loudly, as they somehow find a rhythm that works together.
Stuck in between, your body quickly goes limp and weak and starts to melt away as you’re being pushed and pulled to their needs. With Carlos slapping against your bruised ass muttering his declarations of love and Leon fucking himself deep down your throat praising you thoroughly, you’re filled with a sense of fulfillment.
“Gonna spoil you so much, baby, you’ll never have to do anything ever again, I’ll take so good care of you-” Carlos blabbers through his thrusts, reaching his hands between your legs making you mewl around Leon.
“ Fuck , puppy, that is so good..” It feels as if you’ve lost all control, and you’re simply trying to hold on, moaning around one and arching your back against the other as they assault your body thoroughly, happy tears ruining your face in the meantime. The rhythm becomes more unhinged, and you’re already reaching your high, seeing stars as you’re clenching and squirming under their every movement.
They almost simultaneously explode, Carlos first and Leon closely after. There are no words, only incoherent moans and the sound of your bodies crashing together. You feel the cum coating your insides and shooting down your throat, everything oozing out of you as they repeatedly keep forcing themselves into you until they’ve emptied themselves in you.
There’s a moment of silence where you all catch your breath. You sink down, landing your head in Leon’s lap, Carlos lifting your legs into his lap and stroking them slowly as he heaves for his breath. “I love you..” You slur out, still dizzy and impaired from what they just put you through. This sends a shock through both of the men, their dicks instantly hardening again.
Carlos lets out a short, borderline insane laugh as he’s leaning his head back trying to catch his breath, leaning to look at Leon who is desperately trying to contain himself. They share a glance, a feeling, a moment of understanding.
“I love you so much, wanna stay like this forever.” You continue lazily, flopping your arms cutely - Completely unaware of what you’re getting yourself into saying stuff like this. You giggle as Carlos gets up, making your feet sink down in the pillows covered in all your mess.
“Say that again.” You’re being lifted into Leon’s lap, looking a bit confused. You don’t understand what’s happening until you’re suddenly feeling the tip of his dick pressing against your opening. “ Oh!” you exclaim, eyelids heavy and your breath hitching in your throat.
A lingering moment of fear jolts through you when you understand, and you let out a scared little shriek. “M-more-?” You don’t get much further in your questioning of this before you’re pushed down, your eyes practically rolling as Leon breathes unevenly behind you.
“That’s not what you said,” He murmurs into your ear, making a huff escape you, your confused eyes turning upwards to look as Carlos. He’s lazily stroking himself, his expression dazed as he is watching you. “I love you, I wanna stay like this forever?” You’re so confused, but you can both feel and see how this gets them excited, so it’s probably good.
Leon uses his strong hands to rock you onto himself, moaning into your shoulder as he’s working at a steady pace. A few sticky noises can be heard due to Carlos’ residue inside of you. This all makes your lips part, your expression goes blank as you let out small whimpers with each movement, forgetting everything that’s being said.
You reach out your arms to help Carlos, making him sigh heavily in relief once your hands start moving up and down his shaft. He grabs a handful of your hair, forcing your head to lean back so he can better see how your face twists in pleasure. “Who do you belong to?” He asks demandingly, voice gruff and choked from the burning sensation of your hands squeezing around him.
“Y-you.. I belong, to you!” Your words come out shakily, clearly struggling to form sentences as your mouth rapidly falls open, eyes meeting his as Leon picks up the pace, pulsating inside. “I’m so close..” He heaves against your skin. It’s all sending shivers through your body, and the severity of your huffs and moans increase notably.
“You’re gonna make me cum again..” You whimper weakly, your body shaking violently trying to hold your weight up. Carlos looks as if he’s about to burst from your words alone, small pearls of sweat running down his forehead, his hand tightening around your hair. You can feel his dick twitching in your hand, making you clench it tighter as you frantically move your hand around his length.
He pushes his fingers into your mouth again, hungrily watching you suck them off in your dazed state. “Shit, baby, I love you so much..” He breathes through clenched teeth, looking down at you, eyes drunk off of the sight of you.
Crying your name softly as he shoots a huge load of stringy, white cum all over you, you’re starting to clench around Leon as you bouncing up and down. Carlos’ fingers slide out of your mouth as he sinks to his knees, his head sinking down between your legs. His wet, warm tongue caresses your sex as he moans weakly, creating vibrations that course through you. It feels as if your soul is about to leave your body as an intense orgasm wash over you almost immediately.
The jagged movements of Leon’s arms pushes you down, plunging himself into you as if his life depends on it. “I fucking love you,” He heaves repeatedly into your skin, over and over, riding out his climax. Your body is going limp and lax, leaning into him as he pounds you onto his dick. Carlos continues sucking and licking you, holding you somewhat in place through it all. You’re so sensitive all over, each thrust and movement makes you feel dizzy.
As you feel something sticky and warm fill you up for the second time, and you almost feel like passing out while your body trembles through another high. The weak sobs coming out of your mouth make you sound broken and completely used up. Leon then comes to a halt, his tense body entering a relaxed state, his hands stroking over your body before he envelops you in his arms.
You’re all collapsed chaotically on the sofa, Carlos still halfway on the floor, body parts intertwined. Completely exhausted and with cum, sweat, spit and tears sticking to the furniture, your skin, their skin, everywhere actually, you sigh deeply. Then, the sight turns into a frantical, blissful giggle.
This makes Carlos laugh into your thigh, making your breath hitch, everything feels so incredibly sensitive. Leon chuckles lightly behind you. When the laughing stops, you all have a comfortable silence where nobody moves for a few minutes, catching your breaths. Also probably trying to fathom what just happened.
Both of them then start drowning you in kisses, pets and cuddles as they slowly start coming to life again. Leon reluctantly takes it upon himself to get cleaned up and fetch some new clothes for both guys in his apartment, leaving you alone in Carlos’ care for a while.
“How did I even find such a perfect doll like you?” Carlos wonders quietly, lifting you into his arms after the other one’s left. “So cute, so obedient. I can’t ever let you out of my sight..” He mumbles, carrying you into the bathroom as he obsessively nuzzles his nose into your hair.
You’re not much different than a lump of playdough right now, speaking both for your body and your brain. You simply let him scrub your body, listening thoughtlessly to his soft rambles. “If anything ever happened to you, I’d never forgive myself, y’know. I’ll make you so happy, I promise, baby.” He starts shampooing your hair with gentle hands, each of his movements relaxing to your body.
“You really shouldn’t have to work.. I wish you’d quit your job, let me, uh, us, handle things. That’d be better, don’t you think?” He leans forward to look at you, his face dead serious. Trying to read your reaction, anticipating. You simply nod slowly, everything seems like a good idea at the moment. You’re so comfortable. He seems excited, dragging you into his arms and squeezing you tight. “Really? Thank you.. Thank you.” He continues cleaning you up, his eyes glowing with happiness.
Actually, they might really have broken you. You don’t react much to anything, your gaze zoned out and the corners of your mouth permanently tucked up in a dreamy smile. Leon arrives, taking over the responsibility after a short conversation with Carlos, letting him clean himself up. You’re carried to bed, nuzzling into Leon’s chest, his hands carefully stroking over your bare skin.
“Oh, Puppy.. You’ve finally come around, haven’t you?” He whispers gently into your hair, his voice content and relaxed. You make an affirmative sound, automatically agreeable to anything. “I don’t even mind sharing you as long as you’re here, like this.” You faintly hear his heartbeat pick up the pace, placing several adoring kisses onto the top of your head. You nod, still not comprehending what you’re getting yourself into. You just agree. No thoughts, just yes. You feel soft, and cuddly, and you just want to stay in this state of mind. It’s so comfy.
After about 30 minutes of this, they are starting to worry they’ve really actually broken you. After about an hour, you’re a bit more responsive, but still clinging to them like a piece of double-sided tape. It takes the rest of the evening getting you sort of back to normal (thankfully for them, you’re still you and not just one single brain cell floating around in space).
*
And so, without you really realising it yourself, your life as their adored pet has begun. Seeing you cave in to them has definitely made them realise the leverage they have over you. Especially after putting you through such an experience, it’s as if a flip in you have switched. Maybe it’s happened over time, most likely so.
“No” isn’t really in your vocabulary anymore when it comes to any suggestion Leon or Carlos can come up with. Even if quitting your job seemed scary the next day, you maybe being a bit more rational at that time, all it took for you to agree on writing your resignation was a pull to your collar and some sweet words in your ear.
And things like that just keep gradually happening over the span of the next few months. You stop doing a lot of things. Like doing anything alone, down to simple things like cooking or showering, what if you cut or burned or hurt yourself in any way? You eventually start needing their approval for every little thing.
You gradually stop going outside, because you’re convinced it could be dangerous. You start thinking that maybe the city life isn’t for you, there’s so much that could happen out there. Leon and Carlos are there, helping you through it all - They’re so dependable like that.
That’s when they suggest you move in together, outside of the city. Actually, it’s more like in the middle of nowhere. But it seems safer there, so naturally you say yes. Whether it’s that reason or the fact that getting thoroughly pounded over Leon’s desk will have you say yes to anything, you’re not quite sure.
It’s a quiet life. Leon and Carlos seem to be much more at ease, even taking a liking to each other. It might be that they’ve bonded over their shared obsession for you, even if there are moments of conflict and jealousy every now and then - Especially after working. They always seem to be extra on edge after going on their little trips. You still don’t know what they really do, but they’ve assured you it’s nothing important.
You sometimes catch yourself wondering whether or not this is how you wanted to live your life. Of course, there’s always someone there to put an end to all your worries, one way or another. Even so, you sometimes take out your phone (it strangely always says there’s no service) and flip through your contacts, hovering over Jill’s name before sighing and putting it down.
- part 1: fin -