Blues pov (again, I'm sorry, this is it after a little)

Precum was dripping from my tip as he continued to stroke me.

The pleasure sent goosebumps up my spine and made my body swirl with pleasure.

It was a strange feeling I hadn't felt before, at least not from someone else.

He gently moved us, so my back was against the sheets

My breathing was hitched as his significant figure leaned over me.

I watched him with wide eyes. His large hands slipped from my member to my entrance. Making me squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the pain.

"It's okay sweet boy." He brushed my ears softly. Before kissing my belly as he slipped a finger inside me.

It didn't hurt this time. The pleasure shot through me as I've never felt before.

My eyes rolled back as I let the pleasure overcome me. My heat pains disappeared as he stroked my tip while fingering my entrance.

I gasped for air when a second finger slipped inside me.

"Do you feel good, cub?" He seductively mumbled against my neck, which made me blush. I suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

Why should he be touching me? It's my job to please. Not his.

Stupid slut.

I almost felt itchy as I realized his hands were on my scarred thighs. I hated myself. He shouldn't be touching me.

I didn't realize I was shoving him off me. Till his hand held my chin, forcing me to look at him.

His eyebrows were furrowed with worry.

"Hey, shhh, it's okay." His hand reached up and pet my cheek.

I didn't realize a tear had slipped. I shouldn't be crying! I didn't have the right.

"Fuck, sorry! Punish me!" I whimpered.

I forced his hand away from my face and slipped to the ground. I was putting myself in a kneeling position.

With my arms behind me, head down, legs wide.

Position 18.

I felt his hands slip under my arms before pulling me into his lap.

"You deserve this, okay?" He spoke softly as if he was reading my mind.

"No, I don't!" I argued back, raising my voice. I would've been slaughtered at my other masters for the tone and speaking out of turn, and arguing.

"I'm sorry, please punish me." I whimper. I began violently scratching at my wrist and forearms. He looked me dead in the eyes with his big pure brown eyes.

They could make me submit with one simple look.

"Why should I punish you?" His voice was deep and soothing. It was calm.

"I shouldn't have spoken! Or argued with, master! Or gotten pleasure! I'm such a bad slut!"

"I don't wanna hear that out of your mouth, kitten. You are not a slut..." he grabbed my hands tightly.

"If you want me to punish you, I can. We can make it fun. But you deserve pleasure..." my stomach started to burn once more as I whined at his words. I didn't believe him.

"I-I'm dirty..."

"You are not." He argued back before pulling me to his chest. My breathing calmed down. My wrist was red, and a few scabs broke open—nothing I couldn't handle.

"Do I have your permission?" He whispered.

"I'm for your p-pleasure!" I whimpered. I didn't understand. He shushed me by slipping his middle finger and ring finger in my mouth.

"Suck for me, okay?" He asked softly, but it must've been an order. I liked things in my mouth, so I happily complied.

His hands slowly danced along my torso, petting my soft fur. Before he took me in his large hand. I began to whimper once again. It felt so good that I couldn't help but let my eyes flutter shut. I heard him chuckle, which made me snap my eyes open.

"You're so just adorable." He reassured. My hand fell on his wrist, holding him close. He slowly pumped my dick, making my legs tingly. He slipped his hands out of my mouth, which was now lubricated with my saliva, and they shoved inside my entrance. He cupped my face observing me as he pushed them inside me.

"Say you deserve this." I stuck out my lip and pouted, which resulted in him pulling them out and shoving them inside me harder. I gasped loudly, and my eyes went wide.

I took it as an order. I didn't believe him, not one bit.

"I deserve this." I whimpered. He smirked happily.

"I deserve this pleasure." He told me.

"I- I deserve this - fuck- pleasure," I repeated as best as possible.

"Good boy." He praised. Making my heart skip a beat.

"I-it's so much," I whispered. "Sorry," I muttered. I shouldn't be talking out of turn.

"Don't apologize; you can say what you want to say. You're free here."

I'm free. I'm free from my old master. Vance is my master now.

He smiled, observing my face. My stomach turned, but this time in pleasure, not pain or the burning heat.

In a feeling, I've never felt before.

My eyes shut tightly as thick white ropes shot out of my dick as it throbbed in pleasure. My eyes are wide with shock. No one has ever pleasured me before, especially hasn't made me cum.

My chest rises and falls quickly as I attempt to catch my breath, watching him with wide eyes.

I crawled over to him and tugged at his belt. I had to make it up to him. That wasn't fair.

"Ah ah ah, I don't need it. But if you need more." He spoke playfully, taking my wrist and pinning them together, laying me down.

I squeaked and shook my head.

"You did plenty. No one has ever helped me in heat before." I avoided his gaze.

"Babyboy, I'll help you, even if you're not in heat. Understand that, okay?"

I sniffled and nodded my head at his kind words. They made my heart flutter, even if deep down I knew it wouldn't last.

I followed Vance into the kitchen. He and another boy were supposed to be going somewhere.

"Blue, this is Kalon." Kalon's face looked stressed out as he paced the kitchen.

"Thank fuck! Finally! I need to see him." Kalon stressed, tugging at the ends of his hair. I suddenly felt horrible. My stomach dropped, Kalon was waiting for Vance, but Vance was too worried about me. Vance slowly turned to me, cupping my cheeks. He kissed my forehead before furrowing his eyebrows.

"Are you okay?" I quickly put on my best fake smile.

"Yeah!" I smiled. He nodded slowly before he and the other boy left.

Tears began to brim my eyes, I started to panic, I didn't deserve the room I was given, but there wasn't a kennel insight. I began to scratch my wrist again, which was achingly painful since they had already been opened before.

I felt large arms wrap around me. I didn't know who. My vision was blurry with tears as they silenced me.

"Punish me, please. I've been bad. I'm such a slut, hit me, kick me, punish me, please." I muttered. I felt the larger man freeze. Another pair of arms wrapped around my front. I barely caught a glance of the more petite blonde boy as they both hugged me.

When he pulled, he whispered something, "take him to the living room Declan." It was barely audible, but I caught it. The giant boy lifted me and carried me into another room. I sat on his lap and forced my face into his neck. He held the back of my head. It was warm and comforting.

He smelt terrific, like fresh oak wood and pine. His smell reminded me of one of my owners years ago, he wasn't very nice, but he lived in a cabin in the woods. When I behaved enough to be let outside, the smells were sweet and forrest like.

He stroked my fur, petting my head. I didn't even realize I had begun purring, which was embarrassing.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, pushing myself up, realizing I was also straddling him.

I glanced down at his prominent figure. He was very muscular. I could tell from cuddling him.

Red crimson blood stained his shirt. I messed up again.

"Fuck I'm so sorry," I whispered as I tugged at his shirt. He grabbed my chin abruptly.

"That's enough." He spoke firmly before tugging me back onto his chest.

I obeyed and laid there comfortably till I was given further instructions...