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Patrick and Tashi had tossed the idea back and forth many times individually before finally consulting eachother. They both noticed the way Art responded to praise, how he leaned into any kind he got, both in and out of the bedroom. They both saw how he retreated and practically whined when they told him he’d done something wrong. How he curled in on himself after accidentally dropping a cup or bumping into something. The way Art keened when they scratched his head or held a hand over his stomach. Art waiting at the door till they came home. The instances just kept adding up until-
“Does Art ever feel like, I don’t know, a dog? To you?”
Patrick set his mug down, giving Tashi his full attention, “hm?”
She fiddles with the edge of the page she’s on in her Sports magazine, “a dog. Not in a bad way, of course, just kind of funny to think about, I guess.”
“Pssh, I always made fun of him for being a little lap dog in college, guess he never grew out of it,” Patrick begins to resume his own thoughts, assuming she was done- Tashi moves closer, regaining his attention before losing him.
“Tash?”
Her eye contact is overwhelming, as if there’s something she wants to say but she doesn’t want to say it out loud, she looks down at her fidgeting fingers demurely, looking back up at Patrick with her eyes half lidded, “I just…wonder if we could use that?”
“Use-“ Patrick pauses. Use that. There’s no question that Patrick and Tashi are the kinky ones in the relationship. Often, Tashi hints at something, Patrick goes along with it, and Art follows along gratefully. He swallows. Images of Art with a collar, tongue out, on his knees, with his hands curled up into paws against his chest. Art wearing ears and a tail, lapping at Patrick’s cock excitedly. Art whining and panting, not allowed to make noise other than barks as Tashi rides him. Art being trained and taught tricks like the good boy he is.
“Mm hmm,” Tashi puts her magazine down, resting her arm against the couch as she leans in closer, their noses almost touching, “he’d be so good for us, our sweet little pup, he’d do whatever we told him.”
“Fuck.”
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The next day, Patrick comes home from the gym to an empty living room.
“Tash? Art?” the two were almost always waiting together in the living room when he was out, especially on weekends like this when neither of them had work. Patrick sets his duffel bag down, wiping the lingering sweat off his brow as he walks towards their bedroom. As he approaches he can make out high pitched muffled sounds. With his interest peaked, Patrick pushes the door open gently, the sight before him makes his stomach flutter with arousal. Tashi on the edge of the bed, her panties pushed to the side and her shirt riding up with a soft Art between her legs. He’s on his knees, naked, with his hands tied behind his back using one of Patrick’s bandanas. His hair is messy and pushed back as he laps at Tashi’s pussy, brow furrowed as he eagerly attempts to please her.
“Mm, Patrick, c’mere” she reaches out for him, her other hand pulls Art away, he rests his cheek on her thigh, panting. Patrick obliges, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side before sitting next to her on the bed, “I found us a new puppy,” she grins, teasingly. Art smiles dopily, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh as she scratches behind his ear, “already so well trained, hm?” she hints, Patrick knows it’s her way of seeing if he’s on board or not.
Patrick’s eyes scan Art, he’s already flushed and panting, his cock pink and leaking against his stomach. Patrick reaches over and pets him, feeling the way Art leans into it happily.
“Jesus, Tash, he’s beautiful,” Patrick responds, playing along.
“Wanna see what else he can do?” she bats her eyelashes, pushing Art’s head and encouraging him to crawl and land between Patrick’s thighs.
“Fuck, yeah” Patrick groans, cock twitching in his shorts.
Art wastes no time approaching Patrick’s waistband and promptly biting the band, tearing the shorts off without use of his hands. Patrick lifts his hips, allowing Art to slide them down past his knees. Art pops back up, pressing his lips against the tip of Patrick’s cock through his boxers. He sticks his tongue out, gently licking and kissing the tip sweetly. Patrick leans back, watching Art lick stripes up the shaft, thoroughly soaking the boxers as he slobbers over them.
“Good boy, Art,” Tashi smiles, getting down from her spot to sit behind him on the floor. She wraps her arms around him, rubbing up and down his torso soothingly, “you like his cock?” Art whines, rolling his hips, trying to catch her hands as she brings them lower. She reaches down abruptly, gripping his cock at the base, “use your words, baby”. Art hesitates before yipping softly. Patrick can’t hold back his smile, it’s too darn cute. Art turns red, eyes squeezed shut in embarrassment.
“Aww, what a sweetheart, I like this one, Tash” Patrick grins, bringing a hand into Art’s hair to pet him. Art leans into Patrick’s hand, whining as his cheeks flush.
“Isn’t he the cutest? I knew he’d be perfect for us,” Tashi rolls her hand, gathering the precum at Art’s tip before dragging her hand across it. He flinches, curling in on himself to try and steer her hand away, “ah, ah, ah, be good, Art,” she grips a little harder, suddenly jerking him off much faster, purposely teasing his tip with her palm on the upstroke. Art gasps, eyes teary as he pants.
Patrick guides the head of his cock onto Art’s tongue, rubbing against it before pullling Art’s head down onto it again.
They go back and forth playing with him, the three rhythmically pushing and pulling into eachother as the room gets hotter.
Time stops as Patrick grips Art’s hair, cumming down his throat as Art follows, rolling his hips as Tashi guides him. She giggles, kissing Art on the cheek before releasing his cock and promptly getting up to lay herself down on the bed next to Patrick. Art whines pitifully at the loss of contact, quick to follow her despite his wobbly knees. He lays on top of her, nose buried in her neck. Patrick hits the bed with a “fwump”, joining the other two.
“Such a sweet boy, Art, now you’re gonna make mommy feel good, hm?” Tashi cups Art’s face softly. He nods, eyes half lidded as he leans in sleepily to kiss her. Patrick follows Tashi’s lead, untying Art’s wrists and guiding his hips between her legs. He takes the opportunity to admire Art, kissing the freckles on his lower back before reaching around and taking hold of his spent cock. Art groans, still sore and sensitive from his orgasm. Patrick shushes him, pushing him into Tashi.
Art whines loudly, overstimulated as Patrick pulls his hips back forth, fucking Tashi through him. Tashi moans, arms wrapped around Art, hands reaching for Patrick’s shoulders, Patrick leans in to her grasp, his cock rubbing against Art as they intertwine sloppily.
“You’re close already?” Tashi laughs, feeling Art twitch inside her. He whines shyly, hiding his face in her chest. She kisses his head, a silent reminder that it’s okay. Patrick kisses the back of his neck, a silent warning before speeding up. He pushes Art roughly, tugging at his hips as he works through his own orgasm as well. Tashi groans, biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut as her boys cum, her own orgasm following.
They collapse in a pile, Art pulls the others closer cuddling in between them, promptly falling asleep from the exhaustion.
Tashi chuckles, “told you he’d be good for us.”
“Good? He was the best,” Patrick kisses Art’s cheek.