#snowapplecrow

Sylus and Caleb inappropriately use their evols the most. They love restraining and manhandling you and Zayne while they're biting, licking, sucking, etc. But! Zayne isn't above retaliating with a bit of blue balls (or blue nipples) from time to time.

Even though Caleb can be a bit bossy, Zayne is undoubtedly the one you guys obey the most, his voice is basically a leash for all of you, it's hard to resist (i may be projecting)

Example: Caleb has you writhing and begging in the throes of overstimulation? He finally stops (reluctantly) and gives you time to catch your breath when Zayne commands him to ease up.

I think Sylus resists and challenges Zayne the most (like, will he actually stop biting yours and Caleb's neck and thighs? No. But maybe he'll make sure the bites no longer draw blood to the surface). Zayne usually has the last word though.

Zayne 100% weaponizes this in public and private situations btw, one well-placeed 'behave' in That Tone at any of you will have all of you biting your lips in anticipation.

If you're not in the picture (which is basically only like... 10% of the time lbr), Caleb spends the most time inside Zayne, Sylus spends the most time inside Zayne's mouth, and Zayne spends the most time inside Sylus. The rest of the time everyone quite literally revolves around you.

The ones who like to watch most are you and Sylus. Sylus because he loves to... backseat fuck? and throw out goading little commentary like 'c'mon colonel, you know our doctor likes it more rough than that' and see the dominoes fall before him.

You love it because there's nothing more satisfying than seeing Mr. Know It All Caleb and Mr. I'm In Control of Every Situation Sylus reduced to pleading, sweaty messes at Zayne's feet.

Sylus brings the most toys into the bedroom and Caleb is the most reactive to them until it gets to a point where Sylus is only buying toys with the intent of using them on Caleb.

All three of them have 1000/10 aftercare abilities, but Zayne enjoys and does it the most because Caleb is usually too spent and Sylus is usually to caught up in kissing you to move.

Caleb has, at one point, been able to restrain all 3 of you with his evol.

Domestic life

Caleb is absolutely the designated cook and baker. All of you get personalized lunches packed for you (but only you get a little note from him in yours).

Caleb also gets a lunch but it's catered to his Fleet desk everyday courtesy of Mephisto lol

As soon as things become semi-official, Sylus and Caleb unknowingly set up their own spyware cybersecurity on everyone's devices. It takes them probably less than a day to realize this and do the spider-man finger pointing thing. This is what gets them to actually team up to engineer probably the most egregious and thorough spyware in existence all so they can monitor protect each other and you and Zayne.

Sylus also took a huge interest in Caleb's model planes, that's something they build together now while you and Zayne read or do a puzzle together.

Zayne is of course the health habit monitor, gets on you and Caleb for your hours of screen time while gaming and he gets on Sylus for his sleeping habits and the amount of time he spends straining his eyes to tinker with things.

You, Sylus, and Caleb retaliate against him by reducing the amount of sugar and sweets in the house (by eating it or stashing it away from his eyeballs) and by scheduling dentist appts for him against his will.

Sylus, of course, spoils everyone rotten by lavishing them in their favourite things.

Zayne and Sylus are the most difficult to take care of when sick, Caleb's had to use his evol on them many a time to make them listen and stop trying to work.

If it were up to Zayne, Caleb, and Sylus, your feet would literally never touch the ground. You genuinely debate sometimes on creating a schedule with how much time you're spending in a lap, on a chest, or carried around.

There's no assigned sleeping position but the one you guys most commonly find yourselves in is Caleb spooning you, Sylus spooning Zayne, and you and Zayne facing each other with your hands linked.

Less comfy but honourable mention sleeping position: You asleep on Sylus' chest with Caleb and Zayne on either side of him.

Miscellaneous

The group chat is primarily driven by you and Caleb sending memes or making fun of each other. Zayne and Sylus like to read and be entertained but usually only chime in if they're defending someone, themselves, or if there are plans being made.

Caleb and Sylus have tried to sneak Clopidogrel home on multiple occasions only to be thwarted by you and Zayne.

All of you have adopted Luke and Kieran. They love it because they play mind games with you guys all the time so they can get permission to do things they know they're not allowed to do, and so they can get stuff that they know they're not allowed to have. They also hate it because when they're caught there are now four adults to scold them instead of just one.

Caleb is even meaner to Gideon after this relationship is official because he and Zayne really click and Caleb is not okay with that.

All three of you have gone to the hospital with a fake injury just so you can spend some time with Zayne.

“Don’t torture the dog, Sylus.” Zayne said sternly, crossing his arms as he walked into the room. Sylus rolled his eyes from his place on the couch in the living room.

“I would never.” he said with a wicked grin. “We’re having fun. Aren’t we, puppy?”

Caleb looked at Zayne with wide, pleading eyes. There was a collar around his neck, loose enough to dangle and let him breathe properly. It was the only article of clothing he was wearing, and his knees were red and raw from crawling on the hardwood floor. He was on all fours, and his teeth were currently around a blue rubber ball. 

“You’ve been throwing the ball for almost an hour now, give it a rest.” Zayne said, his pants tightening as he eyed Caleb’s stiff cock. Sylus chuckled, palming his own bulge through his pants lazily. 

“I’ll stop throwing it when he stops bringing it back.” he shrugged. Zayne let out a tch noise, lowering his hand to take the ball from Caleb’s mouth. He threw it at Sylus, who caught it easily. Zayne ran a hand affectionately through Caleb’s hair. 

“You know he won’t stop, he’s too well-behaved for that.” Zayne said fondly, offering Caleb a small smile as he pet his hair. Suddenly, his grip went rough and he firmly pulled Caleb’s hair to tip his head back up to look at him. “Except when it comes to wearing the knee pads I specifically told him to wear on days like this.”

It was true; Zayne had bought cushioned knee pads for Caleb in order to protect his knees from being too sore or rubbed raw when he really leaned into the puppy headspace. Caleb whined, a sweet noise in the back of his throat that made Zayne’s cock stiffen. The kneepads were fine, but Caleb liked it better when he let his knees get a little raw. It was thrilling to him to wake up the day after with ache or with tender skin and remember the debauchery from the day before. However, Zayne had stressed before that his joints were more important and had instructed him to wear them for prolonged puppy play. 

This wasn’t a rare occurrence. Zayne had lost count of the times that Caleb coyly “forgotten them” or tried to use those wide puppy eyes to get out of a punishment, but this time Zayne wasn’t buying his innocent expression.

“And I thought I was the only brat around here.” Sylus purred, examining his nails. 

“Maybe you’re just a terrible influence.” Zayne replied, unwinding his fingers from Caleb’s hair to stroke his cheek.

Caleb nuzzled into the touch, letting his tongue dart out of his mouth to lick at Zayne’s palm. He was loving every bit of this; being talked down to, the other two speaking about him as if he wasn’t in the room or able to contribute in any meaningful way, the fantasy that Zayne knew what was best for him. It was the ultimate satisfaction for his need to be cared for, the indulgence of turning his mind off and letting someone else make decisions for him as if he was helpless and dumb.

The humiliation was an unexpected turn on as well; Sylus constantly throwing his ball and watching him crawl back on his hands and knees as he struggled not to drool around the toy in his mouth with condescension before he took the ball back and did it again and again. On puppy days, even Sylus had the clearance to tell him what to do. That always added an element of spice to the mix; Zayne’s care for him was firm but gentle, but Sylus indulged his newfound love for being degraded. The praise of being called a “good boy” for doing nothing except for existing and following orders…Caleb loved it all. Puppy days were his favorite days.

The rules were simple: No walking, no human words other than his safe word, no hands to be used for anything aside from crawling. He couldn’t drink from a glass or eat at the table, and was expected to use a dog bowl that Zayne kept sanitized and clean for him when not in use. Humping was allowed, but if he came without permission, he’d be punished, which oftentimes was worth it. Zayne often came up with punishments intended to feed into the “dog training” fantasy. And from the look on Zayne’s face, he was thinking it over now.

“What am I going to do with you?” Zayne cooed, slipping his thumb into Caleb’s mouth thoughtfully. Caleb swirled his tongue around Zayne’s finger, his eyes falling closed as he sucked and licked. His hips rolled forward, and he slowly moved closer to hump Zayne’s leg.

“You could tie him up in the backyard again. That one was fun.” Sylus said, eyes glittering at the thought. Caleb shivered at the memory and a smirk played on Zayne’s lips.

“Tempting, but I have a better idea.” Zayne said, pulling out of Caleb’s mouth with a pop.

Caleb’s rutting stopped as Zayne walked away from him to stand next to Sylus near the couch. Caleb turned around, shuffling forward on his hands and knees to get closer to them with another whine. Zayne regarded him evenly, reaching out a hand to brush through Sylus’ hair this time. 

“If you’re so insistent that you know better than your master about what’s good for you, then you can crawl to the bedroom, Puppy.” Zayne said firmly. “Be a good boy: no walking. And do your best to hurry, because we’re not going to wait for you.” 

If Caleb had a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs. Sylus looked thrilled with this news and stood to join Zayne at his side. Zayne palmed at Sylus’ cock beneath his clothes in a way that made Caleb tingle with jealousy. 

“Wait…” 

“Bad dog.” Sylus tsk’d, shaking his head. “Puppies don’t use human words.”

Caleb hissed out a frustrated noise and Zayne looked away from him passively, turning to capture Sylus’ lips in a kiss. Sylus framed Zayne’s face with his strong hands, and let Zayne slip his tongue past his lips. He gave Caleb one last mocking glance before he used his Evol to teleport them upstairs and to the bedroom in a scarlet mist.

Caleb swore internally, a new sense of urgency rising to his chest. If he wanted any part of the action, he needed to get up there now. His cock ached and begged for touch as he started his journey, trying to shuffle quickly to the stairs. The tags on his collar jingled as he walked forward on hands and knees. He swallowed at the foot of them; this is where things got tricky. He pictured how a dog would attempt the climb, and slowly braced himself with his hands before picking up his knees to awkwardly ascend the steps. It was difficult, and he hissed in pain whenever the edges of the steps smacked against his knees or shins. His knees were already burning from an hour of play with Sylus, and now Caleb knew they’d be bruised and sore tomorrow. 

He was halfway up the stairs when he heard the moans coming from the bedroom, and he was determined to get there quickly. The faint thought of walking the rest of the way flickered in his mind, but he refused. He was a good boy, and now he had to prove it. Finally, Zayne’s loud moans guided him to the top of the stairs and his heart fell in his chest when he saw that the door was closed. A test.

Caleb groaned, the reality of what was expected of him going straight to his cock. The moans along with the creaking of their bed were hedonistic and perverse and Caleb’s mouth watered at the thought of what was going on behind that door. If he followed the rules, he couldn’t use his hands to open it, and he couldn’t call their names to come get him. He tested the door with a nudge of his shoulder, and a deep blush of humiliation burned against his cheeks. He knew what they wanted. And so he took a deep breath, opened his chest, and barked.

The moans paused, and so did the evident motion of the bed. The scarlet of Caleb’s blush reached to the tips of his ears now. Of course one wouldn’t be enough. He swallowed dryly and barked again, louder, more desperate. More silence. Caleb shivered, and a desperate noise tore out of him as he barked again and again. His cock twitched, his mind begged. Please let me in, I can be good, I just want to play, please don’t leave me…

Finally, the door opened. Sylus was naked now, and Caleb was at eye level with his heavy cock. The mean grin on his face was priceless. He teased Caleb, fisting his cock and angling it toward Caleb’s lips, letting him open his mouth to suck it, but pulling away at the last second to let him inside. Caleb bared his teeth at Sylus and followed him into the bedroom with a scowl. Asshole.

“I told you he’d be a good boy.” Zayne said breathlessly from his spot on the bed, legs splayed out and fingers stroking his cock with light touches. There were marks already darkening on his neck and clavicle, and his cock was slick with lube, hole already stretched and played with in anticipation. Caleb whined at the sight. 

“Do you think he’s learned his lesson?” Sylus said, velvet voice full of playfulness. 

“Hmm, at the very least I’d say he’s earned a treat.” Zayne said, eyes flickering over to Caleb. “He looks like he has a lot of energy left. Play with the dog, won’t you Sylus? He’s an energetic breed, he needs to be played with.” 

Sylus chuckled, and all three of them knew that this time he wasn’t talking about “fetch.” Caleb felt his body tingle in anticipation of finally being touched. Sylus walked behind him, kneeling to spread apart the firm cheeks of Caleb’s ass to find his tapered plug and remove it gently, tossing it to the ground next to him. Caleb moaned loudly when he felt Sylus’ fingers at his hole, sliding right in to scissor apart and stretch him even more. He keened when Sylus pulled out to grip his hips and move them up. 

“Present.” Sylus said in a dusky voice, and Caleb obeyed, lowering his chest to the ground to let Sylus continue to work him open. Caleb yelped when he felt Sylus tongue join his fingers and he shuddered with the intensity. Zayne looked on hungrily, watching Sylus defile Caleb just the way he liked. He decided to push Caleb a little farther. 

“Bark for me.” Zayne said, fisting his own cock eagerly. Caleb looked up at him with glassy eyes and trembling lips, and Zayne remained firm. “Speak, Caleb.”

The sound that came out of Caleb was a cross between a bark and a long moan. His cock twitched and Zayne noticed. 

“Again, louder. Speak.” Zayne commanded as if he were addressing a trained pet. Caleb was gasping now with the sweet sting of Sylus’ fingers delving inside of him and took a few breaths before he complied. He froze, feeling Sylus encroaching on his most sensitive spot and yelped as he came on the shiny wood floors. 

Zayne sat up, and Sylus stopped what he was going instantly. He pulled out of Caleb to stand back, and Caleb’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as his body all but convulsed in pleasure. Zayne narrowed his eyes as he watched Caleb practically drool into the floor limply. 

“You were doing so well with your training, I’d hoped that we’d finally housebroken you.” Sylus sighed in faux-disappointment. Caleb glared at his puckish expression, knowing damn well that Sylus had done it on purpose, but he was unable to say anything. 

“He’s just a puppy. He doesn't know any better.” Zayne said to Sylus, laying back against the pillows. “We just have to keep training him. You know what to do.”

Sylus leaned down to grab Caleb by the collar and pulled gently to prompt him to get up again. Caleb’s arms and legs shook as he did so, and he allowed Sylus to guide his face over to the mess he’d made on the floor. Sylus grip transferred from his collar to his hair and he used controlled force to shove Caleb’s head down, stopping him only a hair’s breadth away from the splatter of cum against the floor. Caleb’s spent cock twitched at the sight of it. 

“Bad dog.” Sylus said firmly to reprimand him with entirely too much glee in his voice. “Clean up your mess.”

Caleb’s tired eyes flicked back up to Zayne, who was watching him intensely. He shuddered, and did what he was told, tongue flicking out to lick up his own cum from the hard surface of the floor. He didn’t mind the taste of cum in general, but his own spend was bitter and potent. Sylus  held his head in place as he licked, just enough pressure to keep him there, but not enough that Cale couldn’t move if he didn’t want to be there. This was filthy. It was degrading, dehumanizing, cruel. And Caleb didn’t want it to end. 

Zayne let out a deep sigh watching them together, he wasn’t far behind Caleb at this rate, and the wet sounds of Caleb licking and swallowing were driving him mad with lust. Even more carnal, Caleb's dick had begun to stiffen from being debauched and used. Sylus was nearly purring at the wanton nature of Caleb’s movements, and he made eye contact with Zayne, a silent plea to let him fuck more pretty noises out of Caleb until he was dripping again. 

Caleb finished his task, and looked up at Zayne for a command. His pupils were wide, his chest heaved, his lips were glossy. Zayne smiled at him, and snapped his fingers, pointing down at the space between his legs. Caleb responded instantly, scrambling on his sore hands and knees to pull himself up onto the soft bed. He sighed at the relief and eagerly crawled towards Zayne to sit between his knees. Zayne reached for his face, pulling him in to take his lips softly in affirmation. Caleb’s hands were fighting to stay in place so he could touch Zayne, but he’d had quite enough of being punished for one night. Sylus smoothed a hand down Caleb’s muscled back soothingly, and Caleb groaned at the soft touch to his tense muscles. No one gave massages like Sylus did, and Caleb knew exactly what he’d be asking for during aftercare.

“Are you ready for a treat?” Zayne breathed, pulling away from their kiss. Caleb whined for it, begging with noises instead of words. Zayne ruffled his hair, scratching him behind the ears. “Good boy. Make me cum.” 

Caleb took a moment to kiss at Zayne’s neck, and licked over the hickeys and bites that sylus had already made before lowering his head and adjusting his body to lick and kiss at Zayne’s cock. Zayne moaned, arching off of his pillows with a sigh as Caleb worshiped his cock. Sylus gripped Caleb from behind, roughly pulling him into position and standing on his knees to slide his thick cock into Caleb’s glistening hole. 

Caleb moaned around Zayne’s cock, eyes going wide at the sudden stretch, and Sylus didn’t give him any time to catch his breath before he started pumping, picking up pace as Caleb clamped down around him. Caleb was overstimulated, his dick was hard again, and his mind was spinning, struggling to pick something to pay attention to. Zayne’s hips moved gently pushing further into Caleb’s mouth and gripping at Caleb’s soft hair once again to encourage him. 

“How does he feel, Sylus?” Zayne said between heavy panting. Sylus gave a sharp grin.

“Perfect.” Sylus purred. He snapped his hips, burying himself to the hilt inside of Caleb, and leaned over to kiss Zayne, who sat up to meet his lips. 

Caleb’s eyes went wide and his throat spasmed as he gagged around Zayne’s length with the push forward from Sylus. Zayne licked into Sylus’ mouth, keeping a close eye on the seconds that went by before pulling away to allow Caleb to breathe. Caleb fought to breathe through his nose and his stomach flipped while his mouth watered at the sensation of benign filled from both ends. Zayne arched back again and a loud cry ripped from his chest as he came down Caleb’s throat. 

Caleb struggled to swallow everything Zayne had to give him, coughing involuntarily around him. Zayne let himself fall back into the pillows, and Caleb pulled off of him with a deep gasp, coughing as his lungs tried to take in air. His throat was sore, his chest ached, drool trailed out of his mouth messily, but his smile was slack and loose with the knowledge that he’d satisfied Zayne. 

“Zayne, please…” Sylus said gruffly, swallowing as he didn’t let up the power of his hips. As he rutted with abandon. “Let me cum, I’m so close.”

Zayne nodded tiredly at him. 

“Go ahead, Sylus.” he said breathlessly. Sylus’ fingers dug into Caleb’s hips and his teeth were grit. Every single thrust punched a slur of moans and high keens out of Caleb, who could barely hold himself up anymore. Sylus gave a sharp slap to Caleb’s ass and hissed when his hole tightened, and then Sylus was cumming too, spilling into Caleb’s greedy hole with a loud cry and his head thrown back in ecstasy. He paused, letting Caleb drop to the bed as he pulled out of him slowly. 

Caleb was a wreck. He was so close to cumming, he felt like a raw nerve, twitching with anticipation but nowhere to put it. Zayne took pity on him, and sat up to nudge Caleb’s shoulder. Sylus helped flip Caleb to his back, and waited for Zayne to give the okay. Zayne got to his knees, moving Caleb’s head to his lap to stroke his hair. 

“Stroke him.” Zayne said softly, affectionately. “He’s earned it.”

Caleb didn’t have the energy to whine anymore, and simply spoke in a series of gasps and small moans at Sylus’ firm touch. Zayne continued to pet his hair soothingly, speaking in a quiet voice.

“You’ve done so well, Caleb.” Zayne praised him. “My good boy. Cum for me.”

Sylus gave his cock another firm, long stroke, and that’s all the prompting Caleb needed before he came again, oversensitive and raw enough to have him seeing white. Sylus milked his orgasm, wringing out every drop of white-hot pleasure from deep inside of him, so powerful that Caleb worried he was losing his mind. 

Zayne gently removed his collar for him as he basked in his afterglow. Sylus flopped next to him, reaching to trace soft patterns into his chest while Caleb caught his breath. 

“How are you feeling?” Sylus asked him, leaning over to look at his face. Caleb gave a lopsided grin.

“You’re such an asshole.” he said hoarsely.

Sylus let out a laugh, smiling as he pressed a kiss into Caleb’s shoulder. 

“It’s what I do best.”

“Let’s get you into a hot bath, it’ll be good for your bruises.” Zayne said, thumbing over Caleb’s cheek gently. Caleb nodded, moving slowly to rise from Zayne’s lap. Zayne stopped him to kiss him softly. “Please use the kneepads next time. You know I worry about your knees when you’re on them for so long.”

Caleb sighed in resignation, but his heart felt full at Zayne’s caring expression. He truly did go above and beyond to make sure that Sylus and Caleb had everything they needed.

TW: Suggestive content!

SMACK. The sharp sound of skin against skin rings through the car speakers. Sylus groans again, this time the sound is one of restraint.

Zayne swallows thickly as he pictures Sylus's skin pinken from the contact. Pressing his foot on the accelerator, Zayne temporarily loses himself as the car starts to pick up speed.

“That's not what I asked you.” Caleb's voice now holds a commanding edge to it.

Sylus huffs a dark laugh, his tone mockingly innocent, “What would you like me to say, Colonel?”

“Sylus.” Zayne interrupts before Caleb can answer, hardening his tone, “Won't you show my guest some respect?”

“He hasn't earned my respect. Not yet.” he bites out.

Caleb laughs, “Zayne, I knew you were a control freak, but… I think he's got you beat.”

SMACK. Sylus gasps followed by a quiet growl.

“Although, I wouldn't expect anything less than this from the leader of Onychinus.”

Zayne takes a steadying breath, glancing at his route home.

“I'll be there soon. I hope you two can manage to play nice,” he says before ending the call and speeding down the highway.