Chapter 12
Owen
I waited by the door, watching Adrian go inside. There was this terrible urge to just run away — not because this was bad, but because it was so good.
It couldn’t possibly last.
I wanted to remember the look in his eyes, the way his hand had felt on my leg, the way his lips had felt… I didn’t want to screw this up, and I had a habit of doing just that.
But then, Adrian wasn’t just some random fuck. He wasn’t just my brother, either. This went so much deeper that I felt like I might drown in it… but happily so.
I inhaled deeply then went inside, heading to the bathroom to splash off my face and try to cool down. I’d dressed up a little for our date-not-date, and I briefly considered changing clothes.
I decided against it. I wanted to have the courage to be Master, not Owen, and if I dressed in my usual clothes, I might lose sight of this moment.
I gave Adrian time to do as I’d ordered — and fuck, that thought was hot — then emerged, heading to his room.
The door was closed. I paused for a moment, unsure. Did that mean he didn’t want me in there? My foot shifted as I nearly backed away and left. It could be a sign that we’d gone too far and he was thinking better of it, but I forced myself to knock on the door.
“Yes… Master,” Adrian’s voice called out quietly, without the fear I’d been dreading and half-expecting to hear.
I gathered myself, straightening my back and ordering myself out of the headspace that was Owen rather than Master. Anything else would only complicate this even more.
I turned the door handle, slowly opening the door. My eyes immediately found my brother. I faltered when I saw him there. My breath caught in a hiss, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the way he held himself.
Adrian was waiting, kneeling naked on the floor, his toys and everything else we might need laid out neatly in front of him. He looked like a porn star or like he was in the start of a dirty movie, but the look in his eyes was more tender than any actor could fake. It was so damn incredible it made the words stick in my throat.
Adrian finally spoke, watching me in that quiet, almost loving, way. “I’m ready, Master.”
Breathing was natural. Breathing was something my body did on its own. I didn’t have to remember to breathe — but fuck, it felt like it was impossible in that moment. I gaped for a moment longer, licking my lips. Then I stepped in and closed the door behind me, cutting us off from a world that would never understand and leaving us alone in his room.
Sanctuary.
It took me a moment to remember what we’d discussed, and I strode farther in. I picked up the collar and gazed at him, though I didn’t allow my eyes to linger too long on his nude form. Not yet, not until I was sure that we were both ready to do this.
“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice steadier and quieter than it usually was. “Once the collar goes on, remember that your safe word is red. If you need me to slow down, tell me yellow. All right?”
“Yes, Master.” Adrian blinked up at me, then shifted a little. Was he trying to hide his hard-on or just uncomfortable kneeling? I wasn’t sure which. He blushed a little and finally glanced down at the floor. “I didn’t need them last time but with the tail…” His voice trailed off then he took a slow breath and looked up at me. “I want the tail, but it makes me nervous.”
I nodded. “Tell me if it gets to be too much.” The words weren’t a suggestion. They were an outright order. “You want to please me, don’t you? So make sure you’re comfortable. My pup doesn’t need to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid of you.” The earnest words were almost too sweet.
Maybe he should’ve been. I still didn’t know what I was doing beyond the little bit I’d toyed with before. This was nothing like my experimentation had been. This wasn’t a game, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. We weren’t in a BDSM club with guidance, or judgment for that matter, but I wanted this to be just right for both of us.
I was imagining doing insane things with his naked body, and he was just looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.
“I’m nervous. But not afraid of anything we’re going to do together.”
I went to him, crouching down beside him. “Head up,” I murmured. He shifted, and I slid the collar around his neck. Even more tension eased out of him as it settled into place, and I knew that was as good of an indication as any that he was ready.
I finally let myself look at him.
His dark brown hair was normally short, but it was starting to grow out a little. I liked it on him. It gave him more of a relaxed look instead of like an uptight Wall Street wannabe. It might not have been nearly as messy as mine, but I was willing to bet I could change that. Trying not to look at the rest of his body proved impossible. His long torso was lean, but more muscular than I’d expected. I dragged my eyes down to his full ass and the hard cock that was too erect to be hidden.
I crouched down, finally giving in to the urge to touch him. This was my pup. I was his master. He wanted to be touched, and I wanted to touch him. For right now, it was that simple.
I rested my hand on his shoulder blade, then started to run it lightly down his back — lightly at first, then more firmly as I gathered myself, as this felt more natural and more right. It took me a moment to get the nerve, but my hand slid from his back to his front. I traced lines along his body, around his nipples, around his belly button, and down, until my hand hovered only inches from his cock.
I could feel a shiver race through Adrian, but his quick inhalation and the needy little sound that escaped made it clear it was arousal and not fear that was coursing through him.
Shaking, he finally let out a low whine and rocked his body into my hand. His dick brushed my fingers, and he gasped and whined again.
“Does Pup want Master to pet his gorgeous cock?” I murmured. All of him was beautiful, and he was the perfect size. He was neither too small nor too large, the ridges were defined without being too much so… and a drop of precum glistened at the tip, just waiting to fall.
Adrian gave a low bark, looking slightly unsure but desperately needy at the same time. He turned and leaned closer, nuzzling his face against my neck then giving another low bark. I wasn’t sure if he needed reassurance or if he just didn’t know how to ask for more, but playtime was as sexual for him as it was relaxing.
I was breathing heavily already. The feeling of his face against my skin, the sound of that bark… I was just as hard as he was. For a split second, it felt wrong, awkward, but it didn’t stay that way. How could it when he was so beautiful, so willing, so perfect?
“Good boy,” I praised. “But Master needs to do something first.” I’d planned on waiting longer, but I was going to end up coming into my pants like a teenager as it was. I might as well get the full experience before I embarrassed myself.
I settled back onto my heels and picked up the bottle of lube, letting him see it and giving him the chance to protest or ask me to slow down. I didn’t want to, but one word would be enough to bring all of this to a halt.
Adrian’s eyes got wide, and he gave the tail a long look full of need and worry.
I couldn’t believe that he was more than likely gay, maybe bi, but had never played with his ass. How did you figure out if you were a top, a bottom, or vers if you didn't at least explore a little? Then again, some guys never wanted their ass penetrated at all. I just sure as fuck hoped Adrian wasn’t one of them.
Finally returning his gaze to me, Adrian leaned in and gave my lips a little lick. It wasn’t quite a kiss, but it was still tender and intimate somehow.
Laughing a little, I reached out and ran a hand through his hair and down his back. I shifted into a more comfortable position then patted my leg. “Over my lap, Pup. We’re going to show you how good your tail’s going to feel.”
When he obeyed, I could feel his cock against me, and I fought not to squirm.
I ran my hand slowly along his ass cheek, murmuring, “Relax. We’ll take it slow. Okay?”
Adrian gave a little whimper, but he let his head rest against the floor and closed his eyes. His muscles were still tense, but I could tell he wanted it, even if it worried him.
“Shh.” I stroked his back, down his spine. I kept my voice low and even, every bit the master he wanted me to be, as I began to murmur to him. Not everything I said made sense, but he was my pup. It wasn’t about the words themselves. It was about soothing him with the sound of my voice, with my touch. I had to earn his trust and keep it when he was faced with something scary.
I had to deserve it, too.
A sigh escaped Adrian as my hand skimmed over his ass and down his thigh. Running my hand back up, I let my fingers trail just over his hole, barely touching. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed back as my fingers kept going.
Every time I brought my hand up and down his cheeks, I tried to get him more used to my touch — a feathery caress over his clenched opening, a firm touch from my fingers as I kneaded one cheek, a gentle tease as I circled his hole but never quite touched him.
Needy little sounds eventually started tumbling out of him, and I knew he was ready for more when he started grinding his cock against my thigh.
I opened the lube as quietly as I could, and while he briefly tensed, it wasn’t long before he relaxed again. I poured some into my palm, setting aside the bottle and warming it up with my hands before I slid a finger over his ass. Just one, barely touching, at first, then carefully sliding in.
I remembered what it had been like the first time I’d explored there. It had been a stretch, a weird feeling, but it had gone from discomfort — and a little bit of pain, admittedly — to something euphoric. I didn’t want him to feel that pain, and I was going to make sure he was damn good and ready before I slid the tail in.
I glanced at the plug, trying to judge how much to loosen him before sliding it in, but kept going as I murmured, “Good boy.”
I kept my finger still, just letting him get used to the feeling while I used my other hand to caress his back. I could still feel his dick pressing against me. It felt a little softer, but it was easy to tell he was still turned on.
“That’s my good pup.”
When he finally gave a low huff and rocked his hips a little, carefully fucking himself on my finger, I knew it was time to move.
Slowly easing my finger almost all the way out, I let it gently sink back in as Adrian gave a low moan. “That’s right. I think you like having Master touch you. I can’t wait to see how you look with your pretty tail.”
Adrian gasped as I pushed in deeper, then clenched hard around my finger. Bingo. Prostate. Making small circles over the sensitive gland, I felt a rush of something as he pushed back again and whined for more.
I wanted to keep touching him, to taste him, but I wanted to see the tail in him even more. A second finger, slow and careful, joined the first. I found his prostate again and stroked. Over and over, I whispered what a good boy he was, thrusting my hips up against him.
When I thought he was finally stretched enough and turned on enough for the tail, I eased my fingers out. Adrian let out a needy whimper, but arched his ass up, instinctively begging for more. “That’s right. Master’s going to give you everything you need, Pup.”
Picking up the plug, I spread a little more lube over the base and brought it up to the stretched ring of muscles that were desperate to be filled again.
“It’s going to feel so good. You’re going to love how it feels when you wag your tail for Master.” My free hand was rubbing up and down his back, over his ass and then back up, making long, soothing strokes. “You’re going to be such a pretty pup. You want to be a pretty pup for your master, don’t you?”
Adrian gave a low bark and arched his ass up again. Letting the plug rest just against his hole, I let him get used to the feeling as I kept up the gentle touches and tender words.
When I could feel his body start to relax again, I pushed the toy gently against his body and watched it stretch him as it sank in. He gave a low whimper but didn’t use his safe word. Little shivers ran through his body as I slowly eased the plug into him.
“It’s going to feel so good. It’s going to look so incredible, Pup. My pretty pup is going to love his tail.” I leaned into him, wanting him to feel like we were doing it together. He wasn’t alone in this. Master was right there with him.
When it was about halfway seated, I started kneading one cheek. Pressing my thigh up harder against his cock, I started urging him to move. “Show Master how good it feels. That’s right, my sexy pup. Show me how you like it.”
Adrian made desperate little sounds, and his head finally came up off the floor. Bracing his elbows against the carpet, he rocked his hips. It was almost too small a movement to even notice, but it brushed the toy up against his prostate. He made the sexiest little sound and started thrusting back and forth on the plug, desperate for more. He was going to be a needy little bottom, and I loved it.
He made it easy to focus on him, to let the world fade away. It was so fucking difficult sometimes, but not in that moment. It felt so natural to slowly push that plug inside of him until it was fully seated.
I groaned, the sight of it even hotter than I’d expected — which was saying something. “Fuck,” I whispered, “you look so good for your master. So good. Do you like your tail?”
I put my hand in front of him, close enough for him to nuzzle, or lick, or do anything to — and I wanted him to, wanted to sink even further into this place and state of mind.
He buried his face against my hand, and I felt the lightest little caress of his tongue.
“Good boy.” I kept up the gentle touches as he nuzzled into me and pressed his body into my abs. “You want more, huh?” I gave a low laugh as he barked. “I’ll give my pup more cuddles, but first, Master wants to see you play with the ball and wag that pretty tail.”
He gave a low huff of protest but started to shift a little on my lap.
“Good boy.” Not finding any reason to deny myself the urge to keep touching him, I ran my hands over his body as he slowly got his knees back under him. He was shaky and clearly lost in his role, but he did his best to obey me.
His hard cock bobbed between his thighs as he carefully got off my lap. He was beautiful, sexier than I’d ever imagined, and looking at me with such adoration. There was no judgment in his eyes, no worries, or old arguments standing between us. I was Master, and he was my pup.
“That’s my good pup.” Not letting myself think, I ran my hand over his ass and gave the tail a little nudge. He gasped out and arched up, begging for more. “Show me how you wag your tail. Clench down on the plug, Pup.”
It took Adrian a minute to understand what I meant.
“That’s right,” I encouraged him. As his body tightened around the plug, sending waves of pleasure through him, it would also wag his tail. “My pretty pup.”
He slowly got used to the movement and the sensation that had to be flooding through him, because soon he was wagging and slowly moving around. He didn’t go far, and he didn’t stop begging for little touches. The minute my hands left his body, he’d press up against me or wag his little tail, and he would bark.
It shouldn’t have affected me the way it did, but every time that tail shifted or he made one of those sounds, I lost myself a little more. I wanted to see what other noises I could coax out of him, but I didn’t trust myself. We’d kissed, but kissing was… mild. The things I wanted to do to him were anything but.
I needed to clear my head.
“Go get your toy,” I told him, making sure to give him a scratch behind the ears so he knew I wasn’t sending him to do something else because he’d messed up — anything but, really. “I think we said we’d play, hmm?”
Adrian gave a low bark. It was almost a questioning sound, but maybe that was just in my head.
“Where’s your ball, Pup?”
I got another bark. More confident, maybe? Then he glanced around and bounded over to pick up the toy where it rolled near the dresser. Two strides in, and he gave a low whine, arching his back and wagging the tail desperately.
I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “I know it feels good, but bring me the ball.”
Adrian crawled more slowly across the room, letting out little noises that were pure need as the tail swung behind him. When he finally brought the ball back to me, we were both breathing hard — and we hadn’t even started playing yet.
“Just think, Pup,” I murmured. “It already feels good… Think about how it’s going to feel when you chase the ball.” I took it from him, meeting his eyes and seeing only pleasure there, only need.
I tossed the ball experimentally into the air, testing the weight and forcing myself to commit to this instead of kissing him and seeing just how far we could go.
Taking in a deep, shuddering breath, I tossed the ball lightly toward the other end of the room. “Fetch, boy,” I encouraged him.
Adrian gave a happy bark. It was clear he wanted to chase after it but as I watched the tail sway cautiously, I realized he was nervous about how it would feel.
“It’s going to feel so good, Pup. Show me how fast you can get the ball, boy.” Running one hand down his back and over his ass, I nudged the tail again, telling myself it was just to give him some encouragement… to get him used to the sensation.
Adrian gave a low huff I couldn’t translate and leaned into my touch for a moment before he started to move. He wasn’t exactly fast, but considering the way his cock bobbed and jerked and the way the tail furiously moved, it was probably the best as he could do.
He came back and dropped the ball in my lap, pushing his head into my chest, panting and needy.
I ran my fingers through his hair, petting him and murmuring praise to him. He thrived on the affection, and it was a gorgeous thing to see. There was just something so spectacular about it that I couldn’t put into words.
I picked up the ball, clucking my tongue. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” I teased. “I can’t wear you out that easily, can I?” I tossed the ball again, and the grin on my own lips felt foreign — foreign, but good.
He went after the ball again with just as much enthusiasm, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring. I wasn’t sure what I liked looking at more — the tail in his ass, or the way his cock moved.
Both. Definitely both.
Adrian bounded back across the room, dick and tail both swinging beautifully. He dropped the ball again, giving me a little lick on the lips and a playful bark. Throwing the ball again, I reached out and gave his ass a pat. “Fetch.” The command came out forceful, and to me… heated.
Adrian either didn’t mind or didn’t notice, because he made another cheerful bark and ran across the room, clearly getting used to how good it felt.
We repeated the scene over and over. Throw the ball. Fetch the ball. Touches for being a good pup. The touches were getting more and more… Intimate probably wasn’t the word. He was naked with a plug in his ass. We’d reached intimate when we’d kissed in the car. When I’d fingered him and gotten him ready for the tail, we’d gone beyond it. Now, I just didn’t know a word for it.
“Good, Pup.” My hands trailed over his body as he leaned against me, breathing hard and arching his ass up, wagging his tail.
I reached out to touch it, tugging gently, and his breath caught.
“Do you like that?” I asked. I knew the answer even before he gave that soft bark. As good as it looked in his ass, I wanted to pull that plug out and…
I wanted to fuck my brother, and it was getting harder — literally — to resist. I hesitated for a moment, then set the ball aside.
“Give Master kisses,” I directed him, leaving it open for him to obey — as a pup, as a man, as my brother, as a lover… I didn’t know which it would end up being, but I’d have taken anything, everything, to keep feeling him close.
He gave me a look that was clearly more man than pup, but he leaned in slowly and let his tongue trace my lips. A desperate whine escaped him, and he pushed his body closer. I wrapped one arm around his neck and shoulders and let the other slide down his body to tease at the sensitive area where his leg and groin met.
Running my fingers down toward his cock and back again, I gave him one more chance to back out. “Do you want Master to make you feel even better, Pup? I can make you feel so good.”
He should have told me no.
He should have walked away.
He kissed my lips.
Pulling him even closer, I let my finger cross that final distance.
My fingers slowly encircled his cock, and it pulsed in my hand. Precum leaked onto my skin, and his mouth muffled my moan as well as his. I stroked slowly, feeling the weight of him in my grasp.
That kiss lingered on and on until I had to pull back to catch my breath — except I couldn’t really catch my breath, because he was there, and I wanted him.
I nudged him back, no longer willing to fight the urge to touch and taste. He hadn’t protested, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to slow down. “Back,” I urged hoarsely, grabbing his hips to push him where I wanted — so I could get to his cock while my fingers closed around the tail in his ass and toyed with it.
Not that I was going to pull it out. I liked it there too much.
I liked the taste of him more.
Reaching for his collar, I urged his chest down to the floor. Either instinct took over or he was just that needy, because his ass bowed up and he made a pleading little whine. It was more of a human sound than a pup’s. I wasn’t sure which role he was in, and it wasn’t really the right time to ask.
No more questioning. No more denying what we both wanted.
I took his cock in one hand and the base of the tail in the other. Slow, gentle strokes turned rougher and faster as his hips thrust into my hand. His momentum and my firm grip on the toy forced the plug to rock back and forth over his prostate. The faster he pushed his cock into my touch, the better the plug seemed to feel in his ass. It was like he was spiraling out of control with the pleasure.
When he was so close I could almost taste the smell of precum in the air, I tightened my grip and slammed the plug back into his ass.
He exploded.
Pleasure seemed to roll through him, and he cried out frantic, indescribable sounds, like he’d never felt anything like it before.
Fuck, he was beautiful.
When the pleasure finally released him, Adrian collapsed into my arms, draped across my lap. I wrapped my arms around him, urging his head to rest against my shoulder with my dry hand. I nuzzled his hair, placing a kiss on the top of his head, and for a moment, I felt utterly at peace.
I was as hard as a rock in my pants, but at the same time, I already felt satisfied. It was like I’d channeled his climax and shared it with him, but it hadn’t been halved. It had been intensified.
There were so many things I wanted to say. Some of them were sweet, a few of them were good-naturedly snarky, but none of them were cruel or meant to drive him away. He was different from everyone else, and I wanted him to stay right there with me. I didn’t want this moment to end, because I didn’t know if I’d ever get something like it again.
I didn’t know where this was going to go. I didn’t know if Adrian would come back from that headspace mortified or wanting more. So I clung to that, the feeling of him pressed against me, seed drying on my hand and my face buried in his hair, and pretended it wouldn’t have to end.