Lunar's POV

Trembling, I could feel fingernails trailing down my spine, traveling to my back opening before shoving into it. A groan escaped my lips as I gripped at the satin sheets under my body, light kisses sailing around my back as the fingers moved in and out.

Another hand pulled my head back by my hair, pearly white teeth peering down at me, "Open your mouth."

I squirmed, sitting up quickly. I wasn't in my bedroom. Looking around, I realized I was in one of the guest rooms of the mansion, "Sh-Shit."

Standing up, I slipped on my turtleneck and sweater.

I really need to get home.

I pulled my shoes on, heading out of the room quietly and sneaking downstairs. Silently, I traveled down the stairs, heading for the door. The lights suddenly turned on as I was about to head outside, "Mr. Lunar, what do you think you're doing?"

Swallowing, I turned to face Mr. Lincoln, fighting the blush that was struggling to escape, "I-I need to head home, S-Sir."

He was no longer wearing a suit. Instead, he wore black sweatpants and no shirt. His body was fit with muscles and abs, tattoos lining his body. His hair still looked nice while slightly messy, my hair could never.

"It's 3 o'clock in the morning," He replied, pointing at the clock on the stove, "Get back into bed."

"I-I-I need to head home," I repeated, nervous as a jackrabbit.

He approached me, pressing me against the wall, his hands at either side of my head, "Don't make me repeat myself."

"I-I-I really n-need to get home, M-Mr. Lincoln," I dared, frozen where I stood as he looked at me. I didn't ignore the amusement in his tone, but I also didn't play games with the threat behind it.

A smirk tugged at his lips, his shiny teeth peeking out, "One."

"Two," I stayed where I stood, swallowing hard as he lifted his arm, giving me a way to escape as he pointed back to the stairs. He cocked an eyebrow at me, the smirk forming on his lips as he snapped his fingers to the stairs, "Final warning."

My mind was beginning to wander on the possible outcome when my irises glanced over, Mr. Hayes coming down the steps, "What's going on down here?"

"Mr. Lunar is trying to sneak out of the house," Mr. Lincoln grinned, still making eye contact with me, his finger still pointing towards the stairs. He hadn't taken his eyes off me.

"Well, we can't have that this late at night," Mr. Hayes chuckled, clicking his tongue at me as he shook his head, "I guess we'll have to do something about that, hm?"

"Two and a half," Mr. Lincoln smiled at me, snapping his fingers again as he continued pointing towards the stairs. Quickly, I ran up the stairs, rushing back to the guest room I was sleeping in and shutting the door, hearing them both chuckle, "That's what we thought."

My heart was pounding as I heard their footsteps get closer and closer, hiding under the blankets. The bedroom door opened and then closed as the footsteps approached the side of the bed, "Look at me, Little One."

I gripped the blankets tight when Mr. Hayes attempted to pull them off my head. This made him chuckle deeper. Mr. Lincoln laid on the other side of the bed, pulling me into the middle while Mr. Hayes laid in the spot I was once in.

My cheeks were burning, my body trembling, "Please, look at me."

I continued to stay hidden, gripping the blankets tighter when they both tried to get them off me. It was intriguing. I don't know what it was about this but it made this feel like a game of cat and mouse..and it was thrilling. I should be afraid or angry but nothing in my body had alarm bells instead, I was fascinated.

"Alright, fine," Mr. Hayes mused, his hold of the fabric removed and waved off, "Ryker, your turn."

A hand slipped under the blankets, shoving into my jeans, palming me hard through my underwear. My hips bucked forward in shock, the grip I had on the blanket loosening just enough that they succeeded in taking it off me.

Grabbing Mr. Lincoln's wrist, I failed at removing his hand from my groin, his rubbing only getting rougher and faster. His free arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me aggressively to his own body, "Don't fight me, Pet."

He had this roughness in his actions, yet gentleness at the same time. It was strange, foreign. I wasn't used to having such a moment where I was given an Out once I was In. That thought made my cheeks burn, my mind realizing what the pet room was for.

Th-They have no pets.

Tugging my pants, he pulled them off so only my boxers covered my waist area, chuckling into my neck before nibbling on my skin. I bucked against his hand again, whimpering quietly, "F-F-Fuck."

Mr. Hayes made me look at him, shoving his fingers into my mouth, "Potty Mouth."

My cheeks burned more, his fingers moving back and forth in my mouth. His fingers were slow and patient, drawing fog to my brain as his knuckles reached my lips and rested for a moment.

"Awe, the little pet likes that," Mr. Lincoln grinned against my throat, my face a tomato as he rubbed my cum all over my shaft and my eyes wide, "Looks like his pathetic little cock would like some more."

I choked as Mr. Hayes pulled back his hand and then shoved his fingers further down my throat, a smirk toying on his lips as soon as my throat calmed down and could handle his fingers, "Someone's good at deepthroating."

"Should we test that, Tyler?" Mr. Lincoln chuckled, rubbing me harder, "I think that's what he wants, hm?"

He pulled my boxers off, chuckling at my shy little whimper and making me watch as Mr. Hayes stood up.

"Speak for us, Little One," Mr. Hayes grinned down at me, playing with his pajama pants, his bulge fighting for freedom.

"Wh-Wh-What's deepthroating?" My tone sounded so innocent it was humiliating but it was honest. I probably sounded like an idiot but I struggled with terms. I was better with actions, not words.

That caused them both to chuckle, Mr. Lincoln moving me onto the floor and sitting me on his lap in front of Mr. Hayes, "Claiming you will be such a treat."

I blushed, feeling something hard under me and trembling as he went back to rubbing my base, his free hand gripping my throat, "Keep watching Tyler, Pet."

My cheeks flushed as Mr. Hayes pulled out his cock, chuckling at my eyes widening, "Speak."

"I-I-I'm very sh-shy."

He gave a humored roll of his eyes, Mr. Lincoln forcing my mouth open as Mr. Hayes stepped forward, "If you bite, you're getting spanked. Is that understood?"

My voice seemed to want to vanish as I got a burst of shyness, "I-I-I-I-I..."

"Use your words, Little One," Mr. Hayes chortled patiently, stroking himself and giving me time to think. I shivered as Mr. Lincoln nibbled at my throat, trailing his nails along my thighs.

"I-I-I d-don't kn-know h-how t-to d-do th-this," I finally managed out, they were kind with my stuttering and shyness, I was slightly annoyed with it, "I-I-I've n-never d-done th-this b-before."

"Just breathe, Pet. We'll take it slow...for a bit," Mr. Lincoln caressed my cheeks, nibbling at my ear as he soothed, a slight threat to his tone. He bit down on my neck, a weak groan escaping my lips, "Just open your mouth for him and breathe through your nose, alright?"

"Y-Yes, S-Sir."