This came to me in math class, because I space out during that class. Anyways this is very AU & OOC (>I think) because Brian is in a relationship with an AU character named Chris (NOT Hobbes...ewwww). So yeah...I will love you forever and update if you review! mwah. P.S. Typed this out (I write fics on paper first) whilst on the phone with my own lover, Johnathan, so if there are any mistakes smack me. Or tell me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "I have wanted to do this for so fucking long," Brian growled, slamming Justin against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from him. Pressing him tightly against the wall, using his full body weight, Brian insinuated a knee between Justin's thighs, spreading them slightly, hands against the wall either side of his head, trapping him there. A leering grin spread across his face as he leaned in closer, his lips roughly against Justin's, tongue sliding into his mouth, touching, tasting, exploring. He pulled back, running one finger over his red and slightly kiss-swollen lips before grinning and turning his attention to his current lover Chris. "Why didn't you tell me your friend was the perfect little slut for us to play with?" He asked, a mock-sulky tone to his voice as he pulled Chris close, kissing him hard and fast. Chris giggled and returned the kiss. "I didn't know," he replied, stepping away from Brian and closer to Justin. He raised an eyebrow, eyes snaking down to where Justin was rubbing his very obvious erection through the leather of his pants. "Bad puppy," he reprimanded him; too soft for Brian to hear as he knocked his hand away. "But I like it," he continued telling Brian, copying his previous position, pressing Justin tightly against the wall as he kissed his friend for the first time. He ran his tongue across Justin's cheek, sucking his earlobe into his mouth until he whimpered, then biting down. "And," his hand ran down his chest to palm his erection; Justin moaning and arching into his hand. "From the feel of it, so does he." Brian laughed, eyeing the erection tenting Chris's own pants. "Seems like he's not the only one." He took a step closer to Justin, a hungry look in his eyes. "But he's not here to enjoy himself, is he?" Chris shook his head. "No," Brian continued, speaking directly to Justin. "Let's see what the puppy's got. Present yourself to us like a good little puppy!" Justin took a shaky breath as Brian and Chris took a step back, expectant looks on their faces. Fighting the blush he could feel spreading across his chest, he dropped his gaze, fingers moving to untie the laces holding the leather pants up. He trembled, a sigh of relief escaping his parted lips as his erection sprang free of its confinement. He stepped free of his pants, lifting the mesh top over his head as he did so. Dropping to the floor in one fluid motion, Justin spread his knees wide to accommodate his hard-on and crossed his wrists behind his back. "Very nice," Brian purred, walking slowly around Justin, running the tip of a riding crop across his shoulders, the air whistling as he brought it down, a single stripe rising on his pale skin as he yelped in pain at the contact. "But puppies don't sit like that, do they?" Chris giggled as he bent down, tongue flickering over the wound on Justin's shoulder, lapping at his blood before pushing him slowly forward. "Hands and knees," he ordered, nodding in approval as Justin shifted position, wincing as Brian played the crop over ass. "Much better," Chris praised him, moving to crouch down in front of Justin. "Do you know what this is?" He asked, showing Justin what he instantly recognized as a dog collar. He nodded and opened his mouth to reply, but Chris placed a finger over his lips, silencing him. He placed the collar around Justin's neck, tightening it a notch before clipping a long silver chain, using it to roughly pull him to his feet, pushing him back hard against the wall again. "For as long as you wear this collar you are our pet. Our 'puppy' and that is the name we will refer to you by. Your place is on the floor, naked and on your hands and knees. You do not speak unless directly spoken to and you will refer to us as 'Sir' or 'Master'. Do you understand?" Justin nodded, his chest tightening as arousal crashed through him. His darted out to wet his lips, eyes dilated so far only the barest slither of blue could be seen "Y… Yes Master," he panted, crying out as Chris pulled him forward, kissed him hard on the lips, then, placing one hand between his shoulder blades shoved him forward and down so he hit the floor. Brian moaned and stepped around Justin, maneuvering Chris back against the wall as they kissed, rubbing against his each, tongues and hands touching, tasting, exploring, hips thrusting against each other. "Fuck… Chris…" Chris groaned in response, sucking and nibbling on Brian's neck, one hand sliding under his t-shirt to play with his hardened nipples. "We should have thought of this a long ti…" he mumbled, breathing hard, breaking off with a frown at the sound of a third ragged moan. He looked over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at Justin, who was sitting back on his haunches, fisting his erection, eyes heavy lidded, skin tinged pink with arousal. "Is he supposed to be doing that?" He asked Brian, picking up the crop and crossing back across the room, bringing it down hard on Justin's unmarked shoulder. With a loud yell of pain, Justin fell forwards, catching himself on one hand and spinning around to face Chris. His eyes widening and his breath caught in his chest, a dart of fear shooting through him at the hard expression on his friend's face and the way he was slapping the crop against his thigh. "I… I'm sor…" Another yell escaped him as Chris flicked the very tip of the crop against one of Justin's tight nipples. "Did I give you permission to speak?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and raising on eyebrow. Justin shook his head. "No Sir," he admitted, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Brian, I don't think the puppy is as well trained as he made himself out to be." Chris said thoughtfully, slowly walking around Justin. "I think you're right," Brian agreed, taking the crop as Chris offered it to him, kissing him quickly. "Guess we need to do something about it." Chris nodded and stepped forward, picking up the chain and tugging Justin forward, ignoring his cry of shock. "Come on puppy." He looked over at Brian, meeting his eyes, breathe catching in his throat at the lust reflected back at him. "Ready?" Brian nodded and stepped behind Justin, flexing the crop between his hands. "Ready." Wrapping the lead around his palm, Chris stalked forward, yanking Justin with him. Justin cried out as he lost his balance, falling face down on the floor. The harsh fabric of the carpet burned his chest as he was dragged along it. He struggled back to his knees, tears forming in his eyes as the crop Brian wielded came down hard on his unprotected ass. He scrambled forward to avoid it, yelping as Chris hit him in the face with a newspaper, whacking him on the nose. Shaking his head, Justin backed away, crying out as the crop came down as his ass again. His tears spilled over and he started crying in earnest as Chris pulled him forward again, choking lightly as the collar tightened around his neck. Chris sighed and called them to a stop. “Don’t want to kill the puppy,” he told Brian. Holding the lead loosely in his hand, he crouched down in front of Justin. He could feel Brian’s eyes burning into him, the tip of the crop running down his back. He groaned under his breath as his cock twitched, a tremor of lust running through him. Slipping two fingers under the chain, he loosened it to let Justin breathe. “Come on puppy, “he hissed, emphasizing the word ‘puppy.’ He fingered the tag, his eyes meeting Justin’s, one eyebrow raised as he willed Justin to understand. Barely a second later, Justin’s eyes widened and Chris nodded imperceptibly, placing a finger over his lips as he went to speak. “Good puppy,” he mouthed, standing up again. Dropping the lead again he grabbed Brian’s wrist and pulled him close, kissing him hard on the lips. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” Brian narrowed his eyes, glancing between Chris and Justin. “You’re up to something.” Chris smiled innocently at Brian and stepped over Justin, picking up the lead again. “Ready?” he asked, watching as he flexed the crop, the sound making Justin jump and whine softly. Chris ran his fingers through Justin’s hair, petting him on the head quickly before tugging at the lead. “Come on, puppy,” he called softly, starting to walk and pulling Justin forward. Not expecting it, he stumbled, yelling as Brian brought the crop down on his ass again. Sniffling, he hurried forward, skidding to a stop before Chris hit him the face. He quickly adjusted to Chris’s pace, crawling along next to him on his hands and knees, his face burning red. Chris lead him around the room twice, Justin’s embarrassment growing with every passing second, his cock aching and hard against his belly as Chris halted, ordering him to sit. Justin sat back on his haunches, eyes sliding closed as Chris ran one hand through his head, petting him. “Good puppy,” He praised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of dog treats. “I think the puppy deserves a treat,” he told Brian as he opened the packet. Brian laughed and snatched the packet from his hand. He shook his head, grin turning evil. “Puppy needs to beg for his treat.” He ran the crop across Justin’s chest, flicking at his hard nipples. “Let me hear you beg, puppy,” he demanded, crossing his arms over his chest. Justin’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his eyes widening. “I…” he trailed off at the look on Chris’s face, frown creasing his forehead. “That’s not how puppies beg, is it?” Chris asked. Justin felt his cheeks burn even hotter and he squeezed his eyes shut. Swallowing heavily, he forced himself to bark; a weak sound that made Brian laugh. “You can do better than that,” He chastised. “Beg for me, puppy. Beg me like you mean it. Tell me how much you want this doggy treat!” The idea of refusing flittered briefly across Justin’s mind but he dismissed it instantly; despite being incredibly humiliated he was more turned on than he could ever remember being. Sighing softly, he lifted his head and met Brian’s eyes before barking again, louder and more confident this time. “Again!” Chris requested, grinning as he plucked a treat from the bag in Brian’s hand. His grin grew and he giggled as Justin obliged; falling onto all fours and barking as he eyed the treat in his hand. “Good puppy!” Chris laughed, throwing the treat to the floor in front of Justin, glancing at Brian when Justin didn’t move. “Its okay, puppy.” Brian moved to reassure him. “You can have it.” Justin sniffed at the biscuit, glancing between Chris and Brian before flicking his tongue out at it. He grimaced at the smell but bit down on it, forcing himself to chew and swallow the dry biscuit. “Good puppy!” Chris praised him again. “Come with me.” Justin turned and crawled across the floor, following him. He whimpered as he tripped on the lead then leaned into Chris’s touch when he unclipped it, leaving the collar around his neck. “Sit.” Justin obeyed, watching curiously as Chris took a plastic bowl from his bag and filled it with water before placing it in front of him. He sat down next to Justin, one hand constantly sifting through his hair. “You’re doing brilliantly,” he whispered, kissing him on the lips. “I know the biscuit was dry and a drink will help, ok?” Justin opened his mouth to reply but Chris hushed him. Nodding, Justin bent down and lapped at the water in the bowl, grateful for the cool refreshment as it slid down his throat “If I didn’t know any better,” Brian commented, sitting on the edge of the table and watching the siblings closely, “I’d think you were being soft on the puppy because he’s your friend.” Chris met Brian’s eyes across the room, raising one eyebrow. “No,” he disagreed. “I’m being soft on the puppy because it’s his first time. And I like the puppy - I don’t want to break him or scare him off; I want to keep him!” Brian nodded and crossed the room. He grabbed Chris’s arm and pulled him to his feet, holding him close and kissing him hard. “Good,” he exclaimed, fingers running the Justin’s hair as he kissed Chris again. “’Cause so do I,” he pulled back, tongue flickering over his lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. “I think the puppy needs to thank us for giving him a treat, don’t you?” Chris grinned, fingers trailing down the side of Justin’s face. He nodded and kissed Brian again, fingers fumbling as he reattached the lead to Justin’s collar. “Take off my pants,” he ordered, voice slightly husky. He groaned as Brian stepped up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. The first touch of Justin’s fingers to his zipper and he had to lock his knees, grateful for his lovers arms around him as his head fell back against his shoulders. “Use your teeth,” Brian instructed with a grin. “Puppies don’t have fingers. Take his pants off with your teeth!” At a sharp intake of breath Justin looked up and his eyes met Brian’s, a shiver running through him at the lust he saw reflected back at him. Running his tongue over his lips, Justin took a deep breath before crawling closer to Chris, hands resting flat on his thighs as he took hold of the zipper in his teeth. He balked at the metallic tang of it, his cheeks flaming as he felt their eyes boring into him. Chris’s labored breathing sparking his cock as he slowly tugged the zipper down. Dropping the zipper from his mouth, Justin carefully took a mouthful of material and yanked it down, flinching at the rasp of harsh cotton against his teeth. He lifted his head to tug again when a touch to his forehead stopped him and Chris stepped out of his pants, kicking them aside. Justin flashed him a grin to say thanks, before nuzzling against the heat of Chris’s erection, his gasp spurring him on. “So puppy,” Brian asked conversationally as he stepped away from Chris and around Justin, one hand stroking down his spine. “Ever been fucked before?” Justin swallowed hard, his mouth going dry at Brian’s words. He shook his head, glad of the encouraging touch of Chris’s hand to his cheek. “No, Master” he replied softly. He whimpered as Brian chuckled and started caressing his ass. “I get to pop the puppy’s cherry!” He declared, looking incredibly pleased with himself. “The day just gets better and better… oh don’t stress Chris; I’ll be gentle with him.” He laid a quick slap to Justin’s ass, making him yelp. “Put your mouth to work, puppy, or I won’t be.” Justin whimpered softly, his cheeks burning as he turned his attention back to Chris’s cock and balls, nuzzling and mouthing him through the cotton of his boxers. “Oh God…” Chris moaned, clutching the sides of Justin’s head as his boxers were discarded, the heat of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his balls for the first time before being engulfed into the wetness of his mouth. “Now that is one hell of a sight,” Brian moaned appreciatively before kneeling down behind Justin, one hand on each of his ass cheeks. “Just relax,” he breathed as Justin tensed. “If you’re tense, it’s going to hurt more and I don’t want to hurt you, ok? Relax,” he repeated, uncapping the lube and thoroughly coating one of his fingers. He glanced up again, feeling his own cock twitch as he watched Chris fucking Justin’s mouth; a virgin though he might be, Brian realized, he was certainly not inexperienced at giving blow jobs. Moaning under his breath, he made a mental note that he definitely had to get Justin to suck him off, the look of pure ecstasy on Chris’s face only confirming it. Unconsciously, one hand slid down his belly, fingers curling around his own erection as he watched Chris grab hold of Justin’s head and started thrusting in and out of his mouth in a brutal rhythm. “Oh fuck…” Brian moaned, need crashing through him when Justin didn’t gag, instead dropping his jaw and taking all of Chris in his mouth. Swallowing heavily, Brian mentally shook himself and turned his attention back to Justin’s ass, his lubed finger rubbing at the ring of muscle until it relaxed enough to allow him entry. Justin whimpered and tensed again, trying to buck away from Brian’s touch but the grip he had on him was too strong. “It’s okay,” Brian reassured him, rubbing his lower back with his other hand as he massaged Justin’s inner muscles enough to slide a second finger in. “There…” He twisted his wrist slightly, fingers brushing over Justin’s prostate. His reaction was instant; his back arching as he rocked back against Brian, Chris’s cock falling from his mouth as he cried out wordlessly in pleasure. His eyes slid closed, fingers digging into the carpet as he rocked his hips backward, meeting Brian’s thrusts as he slid his fingers in and out until the resistance eased. Nodding to himself, Brian looked up and met Chris’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact with Chris, Brian coated his erection generously with lube. Chris grinned back at him as he guided his cock back into Justin’s mouth with a strangled moan, hands grabbing the sides of his friend’s head as he quickly found a rhythm that brought him to completion, trembling as Justin swallowed. He slid to the floor with a grunt, kissing Justin hard, tasting himself. “Ready,” Brian asked softly, shifting his grip on Justin’s hips. He waited for him to nod before starting to ease his cock in. He stilled at the first cry of pain from Justin, watching and waiting as Chris calmed him down before pushing in again. He grunted and stopped as Justin’s muscles spasmed around him, biting down on his lower lip, the muscles in his arms trembling as he resisted the urge to bury his cock in Justin’s tight ass. He waited again for him to relax, pushing in slowly, continuing to still when Justin was in pain until he was eventually fully sheathed, his balls slapping against his ass. Grunting, he forced himself to stop, pushing his hair away from his forehead as he watched Chris and Justin continue to kiss, Chris cupping Justin’s face in his hands, wiping away his tears, reassuring him. “If you want to stop, we can,” He told him. Justin shook his head, panting hard as he adjusted to the feeling of being filled by Brian’s large cock. “I’m… okay!” He gasped, biting down on his lower lip. “Fuck,” he groaned, arms trembling as he struggled to stay in position, his own cock achingly hard, and his balls heavy. “I…” He trailed off, head falling forward as he pushed his hips back, begging Brian to move. “Please….” Breathing hard, Brian shifted his grip on Justin again, fingers digging into his hips as he slowly pulled out before pushing fully back in again. His stokes started slowly, becoming harder and faster as Justin responded and as his own need overtook him, fire shooting through his veins until he couldn’t hold back anymore. His grip on Justin’s hip tightened until he left bruises, body trembling as he orgasmed with a low moan, thrusts becoming erratic as he pumped into him. He leaned forward, one hand sneaking under Justin to curl his fingers around his cock; starting to stroke him with the same rhythm he was fucking him. Justin cried out, his pleasure lost in Chris’s mouth as they kissed again, Justin rocking hard between Brian’s cock and fist, white stars dancing in front of his eyes. Panting hard, he alternated between begging to be allowed to come and kissing Chris hard. He grinned and nodded. “You can come now,” he said softly, kissing Justin again, sucking on his tongue as he bucked on the floor, back arched as he tensed, thrusting hard into Brian’s hand, coating his fingers with cum. Brian grinned and sank to the floor, pulling Justin down with him, kissing him hard, before making him lick his fingers clean. Sitting with his back against the wall, he pulled Justin onto his lap, holding his hand out to Chris who quickly crossed the room to join them. Sitting in front of them, he kissed them both, wrapping his arms around him, grinning as he felt him relax against his chest. “Shall we take this to the bed?” He asked Brian, who nodded. “More comfortable there,” he continued, pulling them to their feet and leading them across the room. They curled up on the bed; Justin’s head on Brian’s chest, Chris embracing him from behind. “Much better,” Brian agreed, lifting Justin’s chin with one finger and kissing him on the lips, tongue flickering across his lower lip. “But,” he turned to Chris. “There’s just one problem.” Chris raised an eyebrow, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist. “Oh? And what would that be?” Brian grinned as he pushed Justin off the bed, wincing as he landed on the floor with an audible thump. “Pets aren’t allowed on the furniture.” Chris giggled and shook his head. “Brian…” “Good night, Chris,” He said sternly, pulling the covers up as he rolled over and turned the lights off. Chris glared at Brian’s back before grabbing one of his pillows and dropping it to the floor for Justin, who curled around it with a grateful smile. He smiled back at him before cuddling up behind Brian, head resting on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around his waist. “Night,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. Chris laughed softly when he sighed theatrically, climbed out of the bed a few minutes later and pulled a spare blanket from the wardrobe and draped it over Justin before returning to his embrace. As Brian drifted off to sleep, he configured ways in his mind he could play with Justin. Only this time, without Chris. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - review? please???