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Jordan Parrish pulled out his phone, having just gotten off a long shift, he knew exactly what he needed. Opening up his messages, selects the thread he has with Aiden and types out a message.
> ”I’m on my way, Sir.”
A few seconds later, as he is climbing into his truck, his phone buzzes.
< ”Good boy, see you in a few.”
Smiling, Jordan nods to himself before starting the truck's engine and pulling out of the parking lot of the sheriff’s department. As he drives he can't help but smile as he recalls how he came to be the loyal servant to not just Aiden, but Ethan too, the two former alphas having offered to be his mentors for the supernatural, teaching him all that he might need to know about the world of werewolves, banshees, animas, and nogitsunes. What had started out as simply friendly meetings soon turned into blossoming romantic feelings.
He remembers when the twins first began making moves on him, turning it into a game as they would take turns making innuendos and jokes, touching and teasing him, trying to see who could make him crack first. The simple touching and teasing eventually turned to more…explorative, hands would find their way under his shirt, caressing his cheek or placing themselves on the small of his back. At first, Jordan simply played it off, not putting too much stock into it...until he couldn't. When the feelings that Jordan had tried to convince himself were nothing, were simply made up in his mind, were too much and too strong to avoid.
From there, the touches did nothing other than awaken a stirring in his gut…and finally, the next time he went over to the Steiner’s house, he quickly found himself easily slipping under their control. One thing led to another, and soon, the hellhound found himself on his back, with his legs situated on the merged form of the alpha twins’ shoulders.
Jordan is pulled out of his thoughts as he comes to a stop outside the home of the twins. Taking a breath, he steps out of his truck before approaching their door. Raising his hand, he knocks on the door, a few moments later, the door opens to reveal Aiden who grins.
“Good afternoon, pup,” the younger man smiles. “Have a good day at work?”
“Yes, Master,” Jordan smiles bashfully, stepping into the home when Aiden waves his hand.
“That's good to hear,” the werewolf smiles, closing the door behind the hellhound. “So why don't you get…comfortable,” he murmurs.
“Yes, Master,” Jordan murmurs, his hands raising to unbutton his uniform shirt, shucking it off his shoulders before removing his undershirt.
“Well, isn't this a wonderful show,” Ethan calls out as he enters the foyer, a smile spreading across his face as Jordan removes his belt and pushes his trousers down his legs to reveal his gray boxers briefs underneath.
“Those too, pup,” Aiden grins.
“Yes, Master,” Jordan hums, as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slides them down before stepping out of them, fully exposing himself to the two werewolves.
“Good,” Ethan smiles as he reaches out to take Parrish by the hand and lead him to the living room, Aiden follows after them, kicking Jordan’s clothes away with his foot as he does.
Once inside the living room, Ethan sits Jordan down on the couch.
“Now I had this wonderful idea,” Ethan says, his voice like silk as he moves to stand behind Jordan, leaning down to place his lips against the hellhound’s ear. “What if…we milked that cock of yours, until you can’t take it anymore,” he smiles. “Until you’re whimpering,” he whispers as he reaches his hand out to drag it along Jordan’s chest, his fingers finding the hellhounds nipples. “And begging for mercy.”
Jordan gasps as his eyes screw shut. “Please,” he moans.
Grinning, Aiden leans down to wrap his hand around the hellhounds cock. “Listen to you,” he grins. “So desperate and needy, and we’ve barely even started.”
Jordan whimpers, opening his mouth to respond to the teasing, but before he can the hand around his cock squeezes, causing him to gasp and let out a choked sob.
“Well then…let's get started,” Ethan chuckles as he reaches out for his twin.
Jordan feels his skin tingle as he watches their flesh merge, conjoining into one as their bodies shift and shimmer until where Aiden once stood, the hulking brutish figure of their morphed form.
“You ready for this, pup?”
“Please,” Jordan whines. “Masters.”
The conjoined alphas grin a fang filled smile as they reach down to grip the hellhounds wrists in their hands, lifting them to place them above Jordan’s head. “Keep them there,” they rumble.
“Yes, Masters,” Jordan gasps.
Nodding, the hulking alpha takes Jordan’s cock in its hand, the palm swallowing the shaft of Jordan’s cock. Slowly, they start to stroke, running their hand up and down the shaft, watching as Jordan begins to squirm. His breath coming out in ragged gasps as his eyes go wide, forcing himself to keep his hands above his head.
“Look at you,” the alpha hums, already so close…such a slut.”
Jordan whines at the name, his cock twitching within their palm as his toes curl, digging into the carpeting of the floor. “Please,” he begs. “I'm… I’m so close.”
The alpha chuckles, “don't stop on our account,” they grin. “Come for us, pup.”
Letting out a shout, Jordan arches off the couch as his cock throbs, and he comes, coating the alpha’s hand with his release.
“Good job, pet,” the alpha chuckles. “But we’re only just getting started.
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“Fu-fuck!” Jordan roars, his orange eyes blazing as his claws scrape against the wood of the frame of the couch. “P-please!” he screams.
“Oh no, we think you can come again,” the alpha snickers as it continues to stroke Jordan’s already spent cock. “One more, you don't want to disobey your masters, do you?”
“N-no,” Jordan sobs. “But…i… I can't.”
“You can, and you will, you know what you need to say to tap out,” the alpha murmurs. “Are you tapping out?”
Jordan takes a breath, struggling to collect his thoughts. Finally, he nods, “i… I can,” he says. “I will,” he insists. “F…for you,” he whines.
“Good boy,” the alpha nods as it continues to stroke Jordan’s cock with one hand and moving the other down to roll the hellhound’s balls in the palm.
Bucking his hips, Jordan grits his teeth, his hands momentarily moving away from their place above his head, only to gasp when the alpha stops.
“Hands above your head,” the conjoined alpha twins growl. “Or we keep going, understand?”
“Y-yes,” Jordan whimpers, his hands moving back to their position on the couch.
“Good,” the alpha nods as it returns to stroking the deputy’s cock.
Jordan bites his lower lips as his mind fills with absolute desire that quickly reaches its peak, and he once again spills into the alpha’s hand.
“Good boy,” the alphas smile as they step away from the hellhound, splitting apart once more until Aiden and Ethan once again stand before the panting deputy. They move to sit on either side of him, running their hands over his sweat soaked body. “Enjoy yourself?” Ethan asks.
Too exhausted to speak, Jordan only nods.
“Good,” Aiden grins. “Cause tonight…you’re gonna return the favor,” he smirks.
“Yes, Masters,” Jordan exhales.