Kevin with a combination of lust and challenge.

“You want me to test it?”

“Unless you’re afraid,” Fenrir said with a smirk. “Or you don’t trust us.”

Kevin’s heart was beating rapidly like a little bird in his chest, but it wasn’t fear. It was excitement.

Arousal. He shook his head. “I’m not afraid.” He looked between Roman and Fenrir. “I do trust you. And

I want to be yours tonight,” he admitted more shyly. It had been so long, too long. He bit his lip as he

thought about what he wanted, what he needed. He added in a bolder voice, “I want you both to use me

tonight, to use me hard.”

Fenrir raised his eyebrows at that, but neither of them complained about Kevin’s request. All three

disrobed just as they normally did when they were preparing to go for a run, but instead of Roman leading

the others outside, they moved to the chains hanging from the ceiling.

Roman took Kevin’s wrist in his hand, looking him over with unabashed lust. “Are you certain, Golden

Eyes? You may say no at anytime.”

Kevin held Roman’s eyes. “I’m not saying no. I’m saying yes.” He looked over at Fenrir. “And yes,

Fenrir, I like it rough too.”

Roman kissed his wrist tenderly before binding it in a thick, fur-lined manacle, then the other. Kevin gave

the manacles an experimental yank, but they held fast to the giant mobile anchored to the ceiling.

“Are you all right?” Roman asked and Kevin nodded.

“I want this,” he told them as he hung from the chains.

Roman sank one big hand into the thick auburn hair on the back of Kevin’s head, kissed him with savage

intensity, the roughness of his chin scratching him. He slid a hand down over his ass, gripped the firm

flesh there and yanked Kevin tight against him. He rubbed his cock between his legs and Kevin moaned

into his lover’s mouth. Fenrir pushed tight against his back, embracing Roman with Kevin trapped

between them. He kissed the back of Kevin’s neck, his big teeth nibbling his flesh there, his huge cock

bumping the small of Kevin’s back.

It felt good to rub himself against his two pack mates…his two lovers. He jutted his ass against Fenrir and

said, “I want to feel you penetrate me.”

“I’m happy to oblige, little wolf,” Fenrir said, using his knee to force Kevin’s legs apart. He spat into his

hand, spread Kevin’s ass cheeks, and swirled his fingers teasingly over his hole, lubing him up. Sparks of

pleasure made Kevin whimper and beg until Fenrir sank two fingers deep inside him. Kevin whimpered

and began writhing in the chain. Fenrir curled them and started rubbing at the tight, spasming walls of his

body.

Kevin moaned and snapped at Roman’s mouth. Roman’s hands roamed down over the front of his body.

He snagged Kevin’s nipples in his fingers, applying a heavenly amount of pressure before moving to the

ready, quivering cock between his legs. He stroked Kevin’s foreskin back, gently, teasingly, stroked his

shaft until Kevin felt his balls tighten almost painfully. Each time Fenrir thrust inward, Kevin jerked his

hips, and Roman’s beautiful cock rubbed harder, wetter, between his legs, creating a sublime friction.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Fenrir growled. “How much can you take, young wolf?” He playfully swirled his

fingers, fucking Kevin hard with a couple of deep strokes. Precum poured from the slit in his head and

Roman knelt to lap at the creamy fluid.

“Oh god,” Kevin said, arching his back. His hands fisted in the chains and his legs trembled from the

thrusts of Fenrir’s meaty fingers, the sucking of Roman’s wicked mouth. He threw his head back, yelped

when Fenrir forced a third finger inside, stretching his ass almost uncomfortably as he plundered him by

hand and rubbed with a searing combination of pleasure and pain against his prostate.

Roman kissed his way up Kevin’s body, his throat, sucked his Adam’s apple deep into his mouth. Then he

sank down again, swirling his tongue over Kevin’s chest and peaked nipples, taking each in his mouth and

gnawing gently upon them. He licked over Kevin’s ribs and whorled his tongue over his navel. He kissed

over his lower belly and lapped with excitement over the matting of dark, auburn hair between his legs

where so much precum was gathering. Finally, he teased his tongue over the underside of the perfectly

stiff cock lying against the front of his lover's body.

Their torture was like heaven on earth. Kevin whimpered and bucked between his two lovers. Fenrir bit

his shoulder and thrust steadily in and out of his hole. Roman spiraled his long, canine tongue around the

base of his cock and licked up and down before burying his face in Kevin’s groin and licking the soft,

sensitive skin of his sac until it was wet and shiny with his spit. Kevin growled with pleasure, then let out

a howl of surprise and excitement as Fenrir forced another finger inside him. The penetration forced his

climax and a thick volley of come spurted from the head of his cock.

Roman growled with displeasure. “I want his ass tight when I plow it.”

“Sorry, Roman,” Fenrir said. “I can’t help myself. He’s my kind of man.”

“You can use him after I’m done with him.”

“Yes, sir,” Fenrir said, sounding dully reprimanded as he slid his fingers loose and gave Kevin’s ass a

fierce slap. Kevin moaned in response.

They changed positions. Fenrir went to his knees before Kevin while Roman mounted him from behind.

He massaged Kevin’s ass, kissed his neck tenderly. “Did he hurt you, Golden Eyes?”

“No, sir,” Kevin confessed. “I told you. I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me hard.”

Roman slapped his ass, slapped it again, even harder. The impacts just made Kevin hard again. Roman

looped an arm around his waist, embracing him and rubbing his dripping cock between his legs,

pleasuring him, but also marking him with his scent. “Do you like that?”

“Yes,” Kevin admitted. “I like it rough.”

Fenrir grinned, took his hard-on in hand and guided the firm, swollen head into his mouth. He sucked upon

him, slowly at first but with increasing vigor until Kevin was left panting with the bliss shooting through

his cock and into his body. Fenrir set his sharp teeth in the base. His eyes rolled up, begging Kevin’s

permission.

Kevin undulated against Roman, biting his lip to keep from screaming. “Bite me…” he managed to warble

out. “I want you to.”

Fenrir bit his hard enough to draw blood.

Kevin moaned, jerked his hips. He tried to plunge his cock all the way past Fenrir’s talented mouth and

down his throat, but Roman grabbed him by the balls, held him back. They worked in tangent now, Fenrir

suckling at the little wound he’d made, Roman squeezing and alternately massaging his balls. They were

rough and demanding. Pain and pleasure bolted through Kevin, bringing him panting to the top of his

second orgasm. Soon he was rocking forward into Fenrir’s mouth and back against Roman’s eager,