Doctor Zayne

I can already hear your arguments: Well if he was tortured as Foreseer and constantly has to deal with the occasional pain from his evol in the current timeline, why would he want to experience MORE pain?

My answer to you is this: Zayne is a control freak, we know this, he is most comfortable when all outcomes are planned for. His loss of control over his evol is very distressing for him, but not because of the pain it causes him, moreso because of the pain he's worried it could cause to others. Namely, you. The pain he is used to. He can tolerate it(or he says he can). Therefore I think it's easy to argue that for him, the idea of experiencing pain in an erotic way can be soothing for him, because in that situation he is in control of it. He is cognizant and able to properly gauge what he can and cannot handle, and test the limits of what he can endure. In that situation he is able to tell you to stop, and it ends right there. I feel he would see this as a way of almost exercising his pain tolerance and help him keep his evol from spiraling out of control in the future when the pain gets to be too much.

ADDITIONALLY, Zayne is a character who carries so much guilt and self hatred inside of him, and he spends every second of every day trying to atone for his perceived sins. He hates himself for hurting the MC as a child, and seems to have dedicated his life to repentance for it. He wants to be punished. He feels he deserves to be punished. And who better to mete out that punishment than the very person he is trying to atone for?

Ok I might have more to add to this later/if someone else has a good point but anyway yeah I think Zayne likes it to hurt. I think if you pull his hair, slap him, squish his balls, use floggers whatever etc etc he gets off on it. We should do impact play with him more thank you for coming to my ted talk.

The pain from Astra's curse (or however you want to describe it, since we don't have a concrete answer on why he's the only character we've met in the game who doesn't have perfect control over his evol) is punishment for things he's done in his past lives, but that doesn't matter to him. It is punishment he would face again and again, and he endures it because it means he chose you. Over and over. The pain from his evol is in a way a declaration of his devotion to you. It is the least he owes you, and he can find himself even enjoying it when it is carried out by your own hand. The sting of pain from your touch is sweeter than anything else. And, if he is to face punishment from any source, he believes it should be by your hand, for what he did to you in this life and all the previous ones.

Caleb’s hand comes to wrap around his girth, giving him slow strokes. Up, down, up, down. Zayne tips his head back into the bed and starts bucking his hips up to meet Caleb’s hand with a groan.

“Uh-uh.” Caleb immediately takes his hand off his cock. “Clearly I’m going to have to take extra measures with you today.”

Zayne gasps when he feels the weight of Caleb’s evol pressing him into the mattress. He feels it around his wrists, securing them to his sides, and across his hips to restrict any kind of movement there. He gives it a test, trying to lift his hips up off the bed but it feels like there’s a ton of bricks weighing him down.

“Don’t bother,” Caleb’s hand returns to his cock. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Zayne tries to stay relaxed, tries not to strain against the evol that pins him down, but it’s hard when the hand on his cock is moving so god damn slowly and gently and all he wants to do is rut into Caleb’s fist until he cums.

“Bend your knees up.” Caleb demands, hand now drifting down to lightly fondle his balls. “Needa stretch you open for me.”

He does as he’s told, lifting his feet to rest on the edge of the bed and practically presenting his hole for Caleb.

“So obedient today.” He mutters. “You must be pretty needy.”

Even without being able to see, Zayne is absolutely certain that Caleb’s got a smug little smirk on his face. He knows full well that the only reason he’s this needy and desperate is thanks to all the filthy messages and photos he’s sent him today. He hears Caleb snicker as he pops open a bottle of lube.

“Relax.” He says gently, feeling the prod of a finger at his tight hole. “Let me in. Theeere you go.”

“Mmm.” Zayne moans out as the first finger slips all the way in to the last knuckle.

Caleb adds a second finger and Zayne becomes all too aware of how much he’s panting already. His fingers move slowly in and out, lube squelching with each little thrust. He’s being too gentle, too kind, and Zayne’s a little worried. Usually that means Caleb’s got something up his sleeve.

He feels the fingers inside him scissor a little, stretching him open wider and getting him ready for Caleb’s thick cock. He also feels the constant dribble of pre-cum dripping down onto his belly, there must be an embarrassing amount by now, but that’s how Caleb likes it. He likes to tease Zayne to the point of pain, leaving his cock hard and aching for as long as possible until the smallest of touches is all it takes to blow his load.

“C-Caleb…” He whines.

“You know what I’m gonna do?” Caleb ignores him, pushing his fingers up into his prostate causing Zayne to cry out. “I’m gonna slide my cock riiight on in here. And then I’m gonna put this fleshlight I’ve got next to me straight down on your cock.” Zayne lets out a little muffled whimper. “Mmmhm. That’s right, gonna fuck your ass while you fuck this toy. You like the sound of that?”

“Y-yes.” He hates to admit it but he does. His cock won’t stop bobbing in the air at the thought of it.

“Tell me how much you want my cock inside you.” Caleb’s fingers keep pressing and rubbing against his prostate.

“P-please…god, Caleb,” He pleads. “Need your cock inside me s-so badly.”

His fingers slip from his ass and he hears more lube being squirted out. One lot for his cock and another for the fleshlight, presumably. God. He is not going to last long with that thing on him.

He feels the blunt head of Caleb’s cock press up against his hole and he tries to relax as much as possible, letting Caleb notch the tip in before slowly pushing the whole way in.

“Fuuuck,” Caleb groans and Zayne wishes he could see so badly. He does so love the look on his face when he first enters. “Always so god damn tight for me.”

He buries himself to the hilt, hips flush against Zayne’s ass, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t start fucking him like he so desperately needs. He waits in complete silence. Caleb’s always one to run his mouth during sex so when he’s quiet it’s the most unnerving of things.

A palm runs up the length of his cock before firmly grasping it and angling to point straight up. And then he feels it, the entrance of the fleshlight being pressed against his tip before being forced to breach it. His back arches as much as it can whilst still being pinned down by Caleb’s evol and the toy is slid down on his cock torturously slow.

“Hah, f-fuck.” Zayne pants.

“Hm,” Caleb ponders. “I was gonna edge you, buuut I kinda wanna see how fast I can make you come instead.”

Zayne chokes out a moan when the fleshlight is slammed all the way down to his pelvis, completely engulfing his cock. When it’s dragged back up, Caleb starts to pull his own cock out of his ass, and then when he thrusts back in the fleshlight goes down again. He’s fucking him in tandem—filled up and fully sheathed at the same time and Zayne is so completely overwhelmed.

“Caleb, p-please—I—hnnng.”

He has a feeling he’s exactly where Caleb wants him to be; an overstimulated mess who can barely speak.

“Come ooon,” Caleb coos. “Be a good boy and come for me. Wanna see your cum leakin’ outta this thing.”

Caleb moves faster, with more purpose, like his only mission is to milk him as fast as possible. Zayne clenches his fists at his sides and tips his head back, mouth agape with moans spilling free. The sensation of Caleb’s cock hitting deep inside at the same time as his cock gets swallowed up by the toy is too much for him, he can’t hold out any longer.

“God…yes…” He whispers, body shaking as he empties himself into the toy.

Caleb keeps working the toy over his cock, dragging more cum out of him. Zayne can feel it oozing out of the toy and down onto his balls and it’s making the filthiest sounds now that his cum’s acting as additional lube.

“Love makin’ you whimper like this,” He focuses the toy on the head of his cock. “Favourite sound in the whole world.”

“Bet you love this don’t you,” He keeps going. “Just lying there and taking it like a good boy, yeah you do.” Caleb’s voice sounds strained, he’s beginning to struggle to hold himself back. “Been thinkin’ about this all day too, been dying to just shove my cock inside you.”

The toy’s finally removed from his cock and he can feel the strings of cum dripping out and over his belly as it’s pulled away. Caleb laughs.

“Holy shit, you made quite the mess.” Zayne lets out a pained groan when he feels a hand wrap around his shaft. “So fuckin’ wet and sticky, bet you’re all senstive down here, huh.”

Zayne gives a shaky nod of his head. He bites his lip, trying and failing to hide the whines from Caleb toying with him.

“God, you look so good.” Caleb starts thrusting harder, hips slapping against Zayne’s ass. “Got—fuck—got that nice little blush across your cheeks. Hard cock lookin’ all pretty as it keeps leakin’ cum all over you.”

He can’t keep it in any more. Zayne lets out a long moan as another little spurt of cum shoots out of his tip when Caleb’s cock keeps pushing against that spot deep inside him.

“Such a mess.” He tuts. “Gonna clean you up after, mmhmm, gonna run my tongue aaaall over that sensitive cock and lick up every drop of cum until you’re begging me to stop.”

Caleb pushes on the backs of his thighs, pressing them further into his chest, and his cock feels so fucking deep inside him. He starts pounding into him mercilessly, body jostling on the bed as he pants and whines.

“Gonna fill this tight ass up with my cum.” He growls. “Oh shit, oh fuck.”

Caleb shoves himself as deep as he can go, filling him up with rope after rope of cum.

“That’s it, take it all.” He says through gritted teeth. “Shit that feels good.”

Caleb doesn’t wait long, as soon as he’s spent he’s quickly slipping out from Zayne’s hole and whipping the blindfold off of him. He blinks rapidly against the light and watches in slight dread as Caleb leans his head down to his cock, a cruel smirk spread across his lips.

“What, you thought I was all talk?” He mocks. “You should know me better than that by now.”

It’s bearable at first, a few gentle licks around the base and the occasional tease to his balls. But then he’s practically slurping at him, devouring every drop of cum on his cock.

“Always—mm—always tastes so good.” Caleb mumbles against his shaft, the vibrations only causing Zayne even more agony.

“Too much,” Zayne mumbles. “So…mmph, so sensitive, C-Caleb, please.”

Caleb just laughs lightly against his cock before moving his tongue to his tip, flicking it back and forth across the sensitive bit on the underside.

“P-please, no more, I—fuck I can’t!” He’s truly begging at this point, still uselessly trying to buck away from his mouth under Caleb’s evol that refuses to let up.

“Oh sorry, did you want me to stop?” Caleb finally relents, looking up at him with a satisfied smile whilst wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. “All you had to do was ask.”

Xavier leaned back on the couch, checking his phone for the time as he idly pet at Caleb’s soft brunette hair, scritching behind his long pointed ears atop his head. Caleb closed his eyes and a goofy smile drifted onto his face. 

“It’s time, puppy.” Xaver said, his sleepy voice entering Caleb’s mind like clouds drifting through his brain. Unfortunately Caleb knew exactly what that meant, and opened his eyes to give Xavier the biggest fawn eyes he could muster. His mouth pulled into a pout and soft whine came from the back of his throat.

“Do I really have to get in the crate?” Caleb said dramatically, bringing up a hand to massage at Xavier’s calf beneath the soft cloth of his sweatpants. Xavier gave him a soft smile and ruffled his hair. 

“I’m afraid so, you get too excited.” Xavier said with another scratch to his brown-black ears. Caleb sighed, rubbing his cheek against Xavier’s thigh. His eyes looked sad when he looked back up at Xavier, the same way they did when Caleb was begging for treats or sex.

“But what if I’m really really good this time?” Caleb said, his voice honeyed and desperate. Xavier chuckled, and softly gripped Caleb’s chin, leaning down for a quick kiss. For an instant, Caleb thought he’d won. 

“Don’t make me tell you again.” Xavier said, his whisper-soft voice a mere veil over the firmness in his fingers. Caleb’s ears dropped, and his tail tucked. Xavier tapped on his nose with a gentle finger playfully to get him to move.

Though he whined all the way to his crate, he complied. Xavier had adopted Caleb a couple of years ago from a rescue house, and though he’d been warned about how excitable a hybrid of Caleb’s breed could be, he had learned the hard way how much structure Caleb needed to keep from going off the rails. Still, he’d been a good boy who thrived in positive reinforcement and many, many hours of training and proper exercising. Xavier knew he deserved a treat for his good behaviour, but his initial reaction to guests still needed work. 

As soon as Caleb was latched within the comfortable crate, a knock sounded on the door. Caleb’s ears went up immediately, and his tail wagged so fast that Xavier could practically see it blur. Before Xavier could say anything, Caleb was already barking out words for his visitors. 

“SOMEONE’S AT THE DOOR!” Caleb shouted excitedly. 

“Caleb!” Xavier hissed, pressing fingers into his forehead.

“I hear them!” Caleb shouted again. His tail wagged erratically at the promise of a new friend. “Don’t you hear them!?” 

“Yes Caleb, I can hear them.” Xavier said flatly. “This is why you’re crated. No barking.”

Caleb opened his mouth to shout again, but closed it, ears drooping. Xavier sighed, and knelt next to the crate.

“Don’t worry, puppy. It’s going to be a good night, but you have to mind your manners.” Xavier said with a sweet smile, reaching through the bars of the crate to scratch at his ears in reassurance. Caleb turned towards his hand to lick at his fingers, eyes going wide and docile at his touch.

Xavier stood, smoothing out his sweater before he answered the door. He felt the corners of his mouth turn up and ease into a warm smile as he came face to face with Sylus, whose scarlet eyes glinted with a mirth that reached his cheshire lips. Sylus was dressed casually in a sweater and slacks with the end of a leash held loosely in his right hand and a small bag hung over his left shoulder. Xavier’s eyes followed the black leather lead all the way to a matching collar clasped around the neck of a catboy with a bored expression waiting on his knees, naked and obedient. Xavier wondered if his hair was as soft as the fur of his plumed, agitated tail looked. 

“Please, come in.” he said, holding the door open as Sylus walked in first and then gently tugged on Zayne’s lead to make him move. 

Zayne seemed hesitant, and Sylus didn’t take it as a mark of disobedience. He was patient as Zayne carefully crossed the threshold. New smells and sights flooded his senses, and catboys were known to be cautious, so Sylus kept the leash slack and allowed Zayne to take in his surroundings. 

The area was cozy, warm despite the clean-looking color palette of linen whites and blues. What caught Sylus’ eye were the personal touches. The CD collection, the compact piano in the corner, the basket of tennis balls and thoroughly loved toys, the case full of books slid against the wall. It was homey and clean, but so utterly lived and loved in. 

There was soft carpet beneath Zayne’s hands and knees that felt plush to the touch as he crawled through the space, taking each pace slowly. He sniffed the air, and his nose wrinkled. Sylus let him explore on-leash but turned to Xavier to speak to him.

“You have a lovely home.” Sylus said politely. Zayne scoffed from below him. 

“It smells like dog.” he snipped with distaste, sliding his narrowed gaze to the crate in the back corner of the living room. His ears twitched and his fluffy tail snapped. Sylus sighed, and tightened his hold on the leash to pull at Zayne’s neck with a firm pressure. Zayne’s exhale rattled against his teeth and he looked up at Sylus with a vengeful gaze, tail thrashing behind him. Sylus did not budge. 

“That is no way to greet our host.” Sylus tutted, wrapping his knuckles in another layer of leather leash that left Zayne gritting his teeth with the pressure on his neck. 

Xavier gave a soft smile and plopped down on his plush couch, completely relaxed in his own space. 

“It’s fine, Sylus. He’s in a new place.” he said kindly. 

Sylus scoffed, clearly Xavier had never owned cats. He slowly let the slack out to release pressure around Zayne’s neck, and reached with his free hand to unhook the leash. 

“Greet him properly.” Sylus crooned in his ear. 

Zayne’s feline ears twitched again at the feeling of hot breath against the delicate skin. Zayne did not answer him, setting his jaw resolutely before he took a deep breath now that the pressure was gone. Sylus’ words might have sounded like a suggestion, but Zayne knew that it was a warning wrapped in velvet. Zayne gave an audible sigh, and turned to do as he was told.

“Understood.” he said with a petulant tone. That wouldn’t do. Sylus promptly hooked long fingers into his soft-lined collar, preventing him from moving forward. 

“Attitude, kitten.” Sylus said with a smirk. “I know you want to posture in front of the dog, but you know better. Try again.”

Zayne’s ears were pinned back and his tail curled. His cheeks burned red, all too aware of Caleb’s curious eyes on him. Humiliation made his ears feel warm and his pussy wet. He forced himself to swallow and tried to remain composed. 

“Yes, Master.” he said softly, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room. Sylus grinned and let him go without another word. 

Zayne crawled forward, completely aware of his task, and brought himself before Xavier. He bent over, face held near the floor, and kissed the tops of Xavier’s feet reverently with his tail still low to the ground with embarrassment. Xavier smiled at him softly and leaned down to scratch Zayne between his soft ears on the crown of his head.

“So you can be sweet when you want to be, huh?” Xavier cooed to the kitty between his legs. He gestured for Sylus to sit on the couch, and Sylus sank into the soft cushions, placing the black bag and Zayne’s leash at his feet.

Zayne sighed, eyes sliding closed as a purr bubbled in his throat. He followed Xavier’s light touch, bunting into his fingers for more scritches and attention until he was rubbing his face on Xavier’s thigh with parted lips. Sylus watched on with a smirk on his face, pleased with how quickly Zayne had folded before their host. A loud whine punctured the moment along with a rattling of the cage that held Caleb back.

“He’s gonna get his scent all over you!” Caleb complained. Xavier’s blue eyes narrowed at the crate.

“Caleb, no barking.” Xavier said sternly. Caleb pouted, his eyes nearly tearing up in jealousy. Xavier turned back to Sylus, refusing to acknowledge bad behavior and took on a nonchalant tone. “Do you mind if I take a closer look?”

“By all means.” Sylus said, gesturing to Zayne. 

Xavier smiled, and gently gripped at Zayne’s hair to bring his head up. He started with soft hands framing Zayne’s face to examine his eyes, perfectly green with sparks of hazel that fell half lidded when Xavier scratched beneath his sharp jawline just above his scent gland. His thumb brushed over Zayne’s bottom lip softly before he adjusted his hand and gripped his chin to prompt his lips open so he could slip two fingers into his mouth past his pointed eyeteeth to pet over his tongue. Zayne’s tail bristled but he kept silent and quiet. Xavier touched over his teeth and examined his mouth with curiosity.

“He’s beautiful.” Xavier told Sylus with appreciation as if Zayne wasn’t even in the room to hear him. “You take such good care of him.” 

“Thank you.” Sylus preened. “He’s a handful, but I suspect it’s simply because he knows his worth.”

Zayne purred a bit at that, closing his eyes as Xavier began to draw his fingers back and forth over his tongue and closed his lips around them on instinct, fellating them like a cock. Xavier was impressed, Zayne knew how to mind his fangs.

“I’m glad we’re finally meeting up.” Xavier said nonchalantly as he pumped his fingers in and out of Zayne’s mouth. Zayne was purring again and Xavier felt himself harden in his sweats when he felt the vibrations on his tongue. “It’s been hard to get Caleb out because of the rain these past few days, so I figured a playdate would cheer him up.”

“Definitely.” Sylus nodded, palming himself over his pants at Zayne’s docile expression while Xavier used him like a toy. “Zayne is an inside cat, I’ve been meaning to socialize him for awhile now.”

“I understand that. Caleb could use it too. When we go to the dog park, sometimes his energy can be a bit intense, so this was perfect for him to be in a more controlled environment. Thank you for coming.” Xavier said warmly. He drew his fingers out of Zayne’s mouth, and his eyes opened a bit while he panted gently with an open mouth. “Turn around for me please, Zayne.”

Zayne swallowed and did as he was told much to Sylus’ pleasure. Xavier cupped the bare cheek of his ass as if inspecting him again, and scratched the base of his tail which brought another wave of purring. Xavier kept skin contact with him so as not to scare him, and his gentle fingers drifted lower to his pussy. Xavier pet over his ample pubic hair and dragged through the lips of his pussy softly, dipping inside to feel how wet he was. Zayne mewed in a soft breath, and the muscles of his back flexed as he arched downward, backing up into Xavier’s soft touch with his fluffy tail lifted to give him unfettered access. 

“It’s not fair!” Caleb whined from the crate, a sharp puppy cry breaking past his lips. “I wanna play too!”

“If you keep this up, you’ll be stuck in there all night and watch us take your place.” Xavier said, glancing up at Caleb with a stern face. Sylus chuckled. 

“He’s just feeling left out, don’t be so hard on him.” Sylus said with an easy smile, eyes trained on Caleb’s tense form and flitting tail. 

“You’ve never owned a large breed have you?” Xavier said with a small laugh of his own as he pumped a finger inside of Zayne’s heat gently. Zayne’s ass was raised, chest on the floor, with breathy moans rising from his mouth. Xavier gently withdrew his fingers to sit up once again. “They need rules, or they’ll walk all over you. He’s a high energy breed.”

Xavier looked over at the crate where Caleb was staring at him with drooped ears and a miserable look. Xavier sighed, and patted Zayne on the flank softly to get his attention. 

“Go ahead, Zayne. Go say “hello.” Xavier said. Zayne slowly got up, pussy tingling with a new wave of arousal at Xavier’s touches. He looked to Sylus for confirmation.

“It’s alright, kitten.” Sylus said with a permissive nod. 

Zayne’s ears twitched as he righted himself and regulated his breathing before he turned himself towards the crate. Caleb seemed excited, too much for comfort. Zayne’s ears flattened and his tail snapped as he padded forward with slow, cautious steps. Caleb’s stance was tense. His ears were alert on the top of his head, and he was on his knees with his hands tucked into his body. He was excited while trying to remain still, and his shoulders shook while his lips were pressed together to keep from startling Zayne. His head tilted and he leaned into the bars of the crate, taking quick breaths through his nose to capture Zayne’s floral smell. 

Zayne could smell Caleb too as he drew closer. He smelled like summer and cinnamon, as if the sun was shining on him all the time. His ears twitched as he approached curiously. Caleb attempted to keep still, and Zayne wondered if he’d been wrong about this mutt. Gingerly he approached the bars next to Caleb’s face and nosed between the bars, head bobbing up and down as he smelled the air within the cage rife with musk and a twist of apple. It wasn’t unpleasant. 

Zayne’s nose brushed against Caleb’s, and everything changed. At the lightest contact, Caleb reacted, his warm body shoving into the side of the crate as pressed his lips through the bars, shoving as far as he could to steal a kiss from Zayne excitedly. Zayne’s ears flew back. His tail puffed up in alarm and he lurched back from the touch. His lips pulled back and he showed his fangs while a yowl erupted from his chest chased by a harsh hiss through his teeth and curled tongue. Xavier was on his feet in a second.

“NO.” he said in a raised voice to Caleb, walking with purpose towards the crate. “Bad dog!”

Caleb wilted at the admonishment, tucking his curled tail with pinned ears and wide, pitiful eyes. No matter how sorry he looked, it didn’t stop Xavier from picking up a small metal object of woven wire before he flipped open the latch to the crate. Zayne had fled to the refuge between Sylus’ legs, and Sylus soothed him with gentle touches to his face and scratches behind his ears. 

Zayne’s wide eyes were trained on Caleb as Xavier snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him. Caleb kept his tail tucked and slowly trudged forward with guilt; not from behaving poorly, but from being caught. Xavier kneeled, and Caleb’s eyes squeezed shut in a clear indication that he knew what came next. Xavier brought the small cage lined in soft material to his face and fastened it around the bridge of his nose and under his chin. A muzzle.

“I know you’re excited, but you have to be nice to the kitty, Caleb.” Xavier said firmly as he clipped the straps around Caleb’s head. “Your punishment for acting out is that Zayne gets to decide when you take this off, okay?”

“I wanna be nice with my mouth.” Caleb pouted, looking longingly at Zayne who smiled with venom at this new rule. Zayne’s tail swished in satisfaction, and he left Sylus’ legs to pad to the middle of the living room with a posh sense of justice. Caleb’s mouth watered watching Zayne walk away, and he could smell his arousal. His fingers dug into the carpet, and he moved to follow Zayne when Xavier whistled to get his attention. 

“Caleb, what are you forgetting?” Xavier asked pointedly. Caleb tensed. Of course. 

Caleb walked to Sylus first, and lowered his caged head, nudging his muzzle gently into Sylus’ shoe with his lips pursed to try kissing it. He angled his head in a mad attempt to complete his task and feel the fine leather on his lips, but it was no use. Sylus took pity on the poor dog and reached down to pet him, folding his fingers through Caleb’s soft hair to massage his scalp. Caleb sighed happily, and hit the ground on his back to present for belly rubs. Sylus chuckled at his playful manner while Xavier got up to drift to the bar and make them both a drink. 

Sylus indulged Caleb, long fingers rubbing over his abs that tensed beneath his touch. His hand dripped to rub at his pecs, especially loving the higher-pitched sounds Caleb made when he pinched his nipples and then massaged them gently to soothe them. 

“Can't he take off the muzzle, kitten?” Sylus coaxed at Zayne, pausing his ministrations to accept a neat whiskey from Xavier who sat down on the couch next to him. “He seems awfully eager.” “No.” Zayne said petulantly. He was on his knees across the room watching this betrayal of pets and belly rubs with his tail curled around him on the ground and his ears twitching in annoyance. The tip of his tail tipped up and down and he turned his face to the side, nose stuck up and irritation. Sylus suppressed a smile. 

“I tried.” Sylus said to the dog on the floor. He patted Caleb’s arm in a prompt for him to get up. “You’re on your own. Go on, and be gentle.” 

Caleb groaned. This was completely unfair. He hadn’t done anything really bad! How was he supposed to resist when Zayne’s lips were so kissable?! Caleb rolled onto all-fours and began to crawl across the floor with a kicked-puppy expression and his tail between his legs to the one who held his fate in his hands. Zayne pretended not to notice or appreciate the way his heavy cock bobbed between his legs when he moved. 

Caleb approached Zayne, who was posturing as an unmoving statue in an effort not to care what his playmate did. Caleb tried to nose around his neck and bumped into Zayne’s jaw and ear with the bulky muzzle, trying to get close enough to capture his scent. Zayne’s face wrinkled, resolute in his decision to not look at Caleb at all. 

“You smell like flowers.” Caleb said with a dulcet charm that made Zayne’s pussy tingle. In truth, Zayne thought Caleb smelled good too; the summer-spice of sunshine, apples, and cinnamon drew him in, but he stood strong. Caleb still had the musk and rain smell of a canine and that’s what Zayned vowed to focus on.

“You smell like a mutt.” Zayne huffed with a derisive tone. Sylus and Xavier looked on as Caleb nosed his muzzle across Zayne’s pale shoulder until their cheeks were nearly flush together and the metal tines of the muzzle dug into Zayne’s face so Caleb could whisper in his ear.

“You’re lying.” Caleb whispered roughly with a sly lilt to his voice in dark amusement. Zayne felt a shiver run up his spine and his tail rattled in interest. “I can almost taste how wet you are.”

Zayne’s jaw was so tight that Sylus was worried he’d break a tooth, and Xavier leaned forward to snap his fingers. 

“Caleb, roll over.” he commanded in a firm but calm voice. Caleb’s ears swiveled, and he complied. The weight of the muzzle left Zayne’s shoulder as Caleb followed orders like a good boy and lowered himself to the ground to expose his belly with his arms and hands curled up into paws next to his chest. He wore a lazy smile and Zayne wrinkled his nose coldly at his display. 

“Caleb loves tummy rubs, Zayne.” Xavier said with his signature soft smile in an attempt to encourage him. Zayne scoffed loudly, looking away from Caleb. 

“I don’t see what that has to do with me.” Zayne said, rolling his eyes. 

Suddenly a small stream of water pinned Zayne right between the eyes. He recoiled, ears going flat and tail bristling before he locked eyes on Sylus and gave an expression of utter betrayal when he realized that Sylus had brought along his mortal enemy: the red squirt bottle. 

“For being rude to Xavier when he’s been nothing but nice to you.” Sylus tutted. “Don’t do that again.” 

Zayne bristled, fists balling in abject tension and torso going stiff as he looked at the dog laying next to him wearing a smug expression. His jaw was tightening again, and Sylus sighed. Maybe Zayne needed a little help loosening up. Sylus reached into the small bag he’d brought with him and drew out a small blue pouch stuffed to the brim like a pillow with something Zayne turned his head towards with a demure sniff and surprised eyes. Sylus tossed it at him, and Zayne caught the sachet easily with a lightning-fast flick of his arm.

Zayne squeezed the soft palm-sized pillow between his fingers, knowing full-well what it was. His nose twitched and his ears followed suit. Sylus smiled watching his kitty struggle to resist the grassy scent for a moment before he gave in. Zayne brought the blue fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply before he nuzzled at it with his cheek. A soft purr built in his chest, and his skin tingled pleasantly. Zayne’s tail swished behind him and his ears were facing forward, relaxed as the catnip melted away the stiffness and tension in his body and brain. His pussy throbbed. Maybe he’d judged the puppy too harshly.

Caleb whined from the ground, pouting when he saw Zayne’s tongue flick out to lick at the soft fabric. Zayne’s ears twitched at the sound and his heavy eyes opened to examine Caleb with a more relaxed frame of mind. Sylus kept a watchful eye on the two of them, and undid his belt when he saw Zayne looking at Caleb with a curious tilt of his head. Catnip wasn’t only good for spiking Zayne’s arousal, but for lulling him into a state that let him drop his inhibitions so he could relax and feel more in touch with his body and baser desires. Judging by the way Zayne’s lips parted as he stared at Caleb’s thick cock, it was working. 

Sylus’ hand dipped below the threshold of his briefs and fisted his cock, pulling it out to meet the open air. Xavier scooted closer to sylus and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his grey sweatpants to pull them down and exposed his own aching erection, but paused while he waited to see what would happen.

“See, Zayne? Caleb’s trying to play nice with you, won’t you indulge him a little?” Sylus prompted him. Zayne’s purrs were getting louder, and Sylus’ cock twitched. He glanced at Xavier whose brow was furrowed in concern. The corner of Sylus’ mouth curved upwards, and Sylus reached over to brush his fingers against the shaft of Xavier’s dick gently. “It’s alright. He’s in a new place and needed help relaxing. Catnip won’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, believe me.”

Xavier relaxed at that and shivered at Sylus’ touch. He kept his lips pressed together to keep a moan from escaping, such a sound would have riled up Caleb even more. As it was, Caleb was starting to get antsy. He squirmed on the ground waiting for Zayne to make a move and bit at his lips. His eyes begged for him and his tail thumped on the floor in excited pitters. Finally, Zayne threw him a bone, and tossed the catnip toy aside. 

Zayne’s body felt fluid and light as he moved, and his head was delightfully calm. His eyes landed on Caleb’s muscular chest first, and he crawled on top of Caleb curiously to knead his fingertips into his pecs. Caleb’s cock twitched and his abs tensed at the pressure, but he stayed where he was, knees bending to plant his feet into the floor. Zayne’s tail made happy ‘S’ shapes at the warm, pliant feeling underneath his hands and he couldn’t resist bending his head forward to lick at one of Caleb’s nipples.

Caleb moaned, hands falling to his sides to grip at the carpet below him while his hips stuttered up to hump the air. Caleb looked to Xavier pitifully. See? See how good I am? He thought. Xavier stroked himself with a fond look to his puppy. Caleb could be a lot to handle, but he was always desperate for Xavier’s approval and it showed. 

“You’re being so nice to him, letting him explore your body like that. Good boy, Caleb.” Xavier praised him. He chuckled when he saw Caleb shiver with both pleasure and pride while Zayne felt him up, working him over with his soft hands and rubbing against his abs with his cheek. His hips angled down and Caleb cried out as the wet heat of his pussy grazed his aching cock. He wanted to do more, wanted to touch and lick and fuck, but he squeezed his eyes shut and stayed like his master wanted him to.

Zayne inhaled deeply to bathe himself in Caleb’s scent. The dog had been right earlier; he had been lying about his smell. In this more docile state Zayne was drunk on it, unable to get enough. Another flush of slick made his pussy flutter as he traveled lower and lower, following the musk concentrated between Caleb’s legs on his cock and the thick patch of hair that surrounded it. Zayne swallowed, salivating at the sight. He braced his hands on the softness of Caleb’s thighs and looked to Xavier with a pleading face.

“It’s alright Zayne, you have permission.” Xavier breathed with a nod of permission. Sylus took his hand off of his own length to reach for his glass of whiskey and take a sip. The energy in the room was thick and erotic, and he didn’t want to rush an orgasm when Zayne had barely begun to play.

Zayne’s eyes slid closed and let his tongue fall from his mouth to lick thick, indulgent stripes up Caleb’s shaft. Caleb was in pieces from the contact, his eyes rolled back while Zayne worked him over with long licks, occasionally pausing to nose into Caleb’s pubic hair with zeal. Caleb’s gasps and moans only amplified when Zayne suckled on the head of his cock as if in a trance, and the urge was simply too great to ignore. His hands flew to Zayne’s hair and his hips snapped up looking to feel more of Zayne’s warm mouth against him. 

Zayne didn’t take kindly to this, and batted Caleb’s hands away with a feline hiss before holding Caleb’s hips down with his full weight. His tail thumped behind him, his eyes narrowed, and his ears flattened briefly. 

“Stop moving.” Zayne snapped at him, gripping his cock firmly to hold it still while he continued to go at his own pace.

From the couch, Xavier chuckled with an amused light to his sapphire eyes. He lightly palmed his cock, and felt a shiver up his spine at the feeling of Sylus resting a hand on his thigh, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin in suggestive circles.

“Zayne is really a dominate force, isn’t he?” Xavier commented.

“Just wait. He’ll beg for that muzzle to come off any time now.” Sylus said with amusement of his own, and took a long sip of his drink. 

“Come on…” Caleb babbled over another lewd moan. “I haven’t gotten to taste you back.”

“Unfortunate that you haven’t learned your lesson, then.” Zayne panted with a lick to his balls. 

Caleb tried to be a good boy, really he did. He’d stopped humping other dogboys at the dog park, he hadn’t destroyed the door to the bathroom again even though he got lonely when Xavier was gone, and he’d only stolen three pairs of Xavier’s underwear from the hamper in the past month. But enough was enough. The part of his brain that liked being challenged screamed at him to make a move, to put this rude cat in his place and get him to take the muzzle off with a more…persuasive effort. Caleb sat straight up, towering over Zayne between his legs. It was the only warning the catboy got before Caleb lunged at him, gripping his wrists and pinning him to the ground. 

Xavier let out a surprised gasp and opened his mouth to call Caleb off when he felt long fingers wrap around his cock and soft lips at his ear. 

“It’s okay. Zayne’s a world-class brat, he can handle himself. Just enjoy the show with me, hm?” Sylus whispered in his ear and let the tip of his tongue flick out to graze the shell of Xavier’s ear. Xavier felt a headrush of excitement, swallowing a soft moan as Sylus stroked him. His breath picked up and his cheeks flared red. Xavier nodded softly, watching as Caleb rutted on Zayne’s leg with a whine from behind the muzzle. 

“C’mon, let me out.” Caleb begged, holding Zayne’s wrists in place with one hand while the other trailed lower to tease at his pussy. 

“Why should I?” Zayne said. He tried for a mean sneer but he was too turned on to commit and a moan slipped through his mouth before he could stop it. 

Caleb grinned at him with the eyes of a predator, rubbing firm circles into Zayne’s clit. Zayne was breaking, unable to keep his panting under control now. He wasn’t even fighting back against Caleb’s hold or demanding to be let go. Caleb nodded over to the couch, and Zayne felt his pussy throb at the sight of Sylus whispering into Xavier’s ear as he stroked his cock, and Xavier reaching over Sylus’ lap to do the same. 

“Look at our masters. They’re having fun, right?” Caleb said slyly. His tone was candy-coated and manipulative. “And you’ve been nice to me down there, so I’m having fun.”

Caleb pulled his hand away from Zayne’s pussy and Zayne keened at the loss. Caleb leaned close to Zayne’s face as far as the muzzle would allow to stare him down. 

“Don’t you wanna have fun too, kitty?” Caleb asked innocently. Zayne’s lips trembled, his hips moved, searching for Caleb’s cock, his hand, anything to quell the ache of his pussy. He seemed to argue with himself for a moment, unwilling to let Caleb win but so thirsty for attention. 

“Fine.” Zayne half moaned. “Just hurry up.”

“There it is.” Sylus chuckled from the couch, guiding Xavier’s lips to his for a messy kiss.

Caleb ripped the muzzle off of his head and threw it across the room with a manic smile before he let go of Zayne’s wrists and practically dove between his legs. Where Zayne had been methodical and slow with his enjoyment of Caleb’s cock, Caleb had no such order in his mind. He licked at Zayne’s pussy like he was starving, lapping at him with a feral pace. His desperate whining noises were accompanied by wet, slick sounds of his lips and tongue sucking, exploring, devouring. He sucked at Zayne’s swollen clit, wrinkling his nose tickled by his trimmed pubic hair. He drifted lower, nosing at Zayne’s slit. He flattened his tongue until he found Zayne’s entrance and slid inside while his tail wagged happily.

Zayne’s eyes rolled back in his head and his back arched as Caleb fucked him with his tongue. The pace was dizzying, electrifying, and Zayne had no time to think or respond with anything besides his own cries of pleasure with Caleb’s arms wrapped tightly around his thighs. His brain seemed to switch off and leave behind only pure animal instinct to rut and hump and writhe beneath the jaws of a mutt.

Sylus and Xavier had paused their own deep kisses to watch them, and Xavier could feel Sylus’ cock twitch in his hand. They both smiled, happy that their boys were getting along. Zayne turned his head, mouth open but suddenly incapable of speech, and made desperate eye contact with Sylus. Sylus had seen that face far too many times to not know what it meant and nodded to Zayne with approval.

“Cum, kitten.” he commanded. 

Zayne shouted as he stopped fighting and let the powerful orgasm wash over him along with another wave of slick to coat Caleb’s tongue. He cried out like he was possessed, and his vision turned white for a moment. His back arched and his tail stiffened. His fingers gripped at the carpet for dear life. Zayne’s body spasmed under the aftershocks, and he trembled when Caleb licked him through it, enjoying the broken noises from Zayne with a wicked expression. 

Finally, Caleb rose to his knees and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before he crawled on top of Zayne again and stole another kiss. This time Zayne had no objections, and kissed him back, slotting his mouth lazily into Caleb’s and moaning when Caleb slipped his tongue past his lips. Caleb braced himself with arms on either side of Zayne’s head and rutted, teasing his cock through the folds of Zayne’s pussy and grinning sadistically when Zayne threw his arms around Caleb’s shoulders. When Caleb was done with Zayne’s mouth, he moved onto nibbling at his neck and leaving plenty of lovebites behind to mark his territory. 

“Are you having fun Caleb?” Xavier asked in a deeply relaxed voice. Caleb looked up at his master beaming. 

“I love him!” he said dramatically. His tail wagged with excitement. “I like it when he shakes.”

Sylus smirked, sliding his hands up Xavier’s sweater to tease at his nipples.

“Me too, puppy.” he crooned, kissing along Xavier’s neck softly. As intent as he was to entertain their gracious host, his scarlet gaze flicked to Zayne’s dazed face and noted how he was lazily trying to angle his hips towards Caleb’s teasing ministrations. “Maybe he’ll give you what you want if you present for him, kitten.”

Zayne’s ears twitched at his title and he looked to Caleb with mindless lust. He slowly unwrapped himself from Caleb’s strong shoulders and gently pushed him away. Curious, Caleb let him, tilting his head dumbly to watch what he did next. Zayne’s body moved on its own, bringing him to his knees and turning him around so he could bend and press his chest and face into the floor where he belonged. He spread his legs and raised his tail, providing Caleb perfect access to his pussy. Optimal for breeding. 

Caleb’s face lit up when he realized what Zayne wanted and scrambled to give it to him. His hands flew to Zayne’s hips, running up his sides and down his back muscles indulgently before he fisted his leaking cock and lined up to Zayne’s hole. He was surprisingly gentle and careful with how he used his cock thanks to many hours of dutiful training from Xavier and sighed as Zayne tried to back up to accept his cock with urgency. Caleb’s fingers dug into Zayne’s pale skin and he smirked at his squirming.

“What happened?” he mocked. “Just a second ago you were complainin’ about playing with a mutt. Where’s that attitude now, kitty?”

Zayne whined, spit-slick lips open and cheek pressed against the soft ground as Caleb filled him inch by thick inch. He gasped, savoring the stretch of his pussy to accommodate Caleb’s length. All he could think about in this state was how much he wanted Caleb to shut up and put his energy into fucking him until he collapsed. His instincts swam with the need to be taken, his anticipation was in overdrive, and his toes curled as he relaxed his hole to invite Caleb in to the hilt.

“More…” Zayne said hoarsely, stretching his sore neck to look up at Caleb with needy eyes. “...please.”

Caleb’s tail wagged, and a brutal pace began. The smug grin left his face as he started, pistoning his hips to fuck deeper and deeper into Zayne’s tight heat. Zayne cried out beneath him, arching his back and clamping down every time Caleb was fully seated inside of him. Caleb leaned down to all-fours, caging Zayne’s body with his, and upped the pace. Zayne’s noises heightened with the desire for more, senses swimming with Caleb’s scent once again. Caleb was so deep inside of him, thick girth brushing every last spot that made his head spin. 

It satisfied Caleb beyond belief; his whole life he’d been told that his energy was too much, too hard. Even when he fucked Xavier on command he had to be careful not to go too far or too fast lest he hurt him by accident. Zayne was the first one to scream for more when Caleb was already past the point of “be gentle.”

“Can I knot him?” Caleb begged with a soft pleading whine to Sylus, punctuated by panting and moaning pathetically. “Please? Please let me knot him, you’ll let me right?”

Sylus sucked in a breath, tensing under Xavier’s touch. He’d almost cum right then and there. Seeing Zayne take it like a good boy was nothing short of breathtaking. His kitten’s flushed skin and fucked out expression had him basically drooling into the floor, paired with Caleb’s desire to breed him well and proper was almost too much. Almost. 

“Hmm.” Sylus said in dulcet tones, pretending to think it over. “I don’t know, puppy. What if you get him pregnant?”

Beside him, Xavier moaned, but a small smile tugged at his lips. They both knew that Zayne was spayed, but Zayne was too far gone to volunteer such information and Caleb certainly didn’t know that. Xavier and Sylus watched on as Caleb’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, instinct urging him on in a new way to breed Zayne for all he was worth. From underneath Caleb’s large form, Zayne’s ears twitched and he gasped.

“Babies?” he slurred with eager interest, addled mind completely overriding all logical thought. Sylus grinned. 

“There’s your answer.” Sylus cooed.

“Go ahead, Caleb.” Xavier told him clearly, struggling to steady his own voice as Sylus stroked him, thumbing at a bead of precum at the tip of his cock. 

Caleb sank into Zayne with new purpose, biting at his neck, licking over his shoulders, groping at his chest. Zayne mewled, tail twitching around him from the incredible pressure of Caleb pressing flush to his back. There was no time to think properly, no desire to do anything but lay here and be filled to the brim. 

“I’m close…” Xavier murmured, his soft voice pitching up into desperation for Sylus to finish the job. Sylus leaned in, taking Xavier by the lips and nipping at his bottom lip. One hand upped the pace of his strokes while the other buried itself in Xavier’s hair to tug gently. 

Surprisingly, it was Sylus who came first in Xavier’s hand and he groaned indulgently into his lips. Xavier wasn’t far behind, and swore under his breath as Sylus coaxed rope after rope of spend from him. Xavier relaxed forward, head buried into Sylus’ shoulder for support as they breathed heavily in tandem. After a moment, both pet owners leaned back into the couch, too boneless to clean up their mess at this moment, and watched Zayne give up total control to a hungry dog. 

Zayne clenched, another orgasm ringing out of him with screams that sounded like sobs. Reflex tears streamed down his face, and the pleasure was almost too much. Enough to have him clawing at the carpet with hysteria. Caleb felt his knot swelling, and all he could think of was Zayne crawling on the floor towards him, belly swollen and skin glowing with the promise of his pups. His breath hitched, he reached to lay a hand on Zayne’s abdomen, and then he was cumming with an inhuman howl. 

The pressure of a knot inside of Zayne and the tight clench of Zayne’s pussy around it sealed them together, and Caleb sank his teeth into the back of Zayne’s neck as if he’d never let him go. Caleb guided them to lay together on the plush carpet, chests heaving and hands twining together. Zayne’s eyes slid closed, purring with euphoria while Caleb curled into him from behind. For the first time that evening, Caleb was docile and quiet, licking at Zayne’s neck and nuzzling into his shoulder.

Xavier forced himself to sit up and grabbed tissues for Sylus and himself. Normally, he made Caleb lick up his messes but he didn’t have the heart to interrupt the two hybrids during their afterglow. 

“So,” Sylus said with a lazy smile. “Same time next week?”