Host made a soft noise when Wilford pet him, but stayed otherwise silent. He wondered what Dark wanted them to do -he was aware Wilford was a sub. Maybe Dark would make him top in some way, or do something else. Who knew?
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Host obediently swallowed every drop of cum, mewling softly when they both pulled out and left. He shifted to sit on his knees again, rubbing over his bandages lightly.
He needed a moment, before he could answer Dark.
“Studio.”, he replied then. He would assume it would be Wilford, or Bim, maybe even Edgar. They were the most likely to be in the studio after all, right?Dark hummed. He did wonder how the Host would react to being used by Wilford or Bim, subs to the core.
He took the leash and lead them to the studio.
Wilford paused whatever he was doing when he saw them. “Darkie!”
Host obediently followed Dark along, not bothering to use his narrations for much more than that. Settling on his knees once they stopped walking, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand.
He didn’t suppose he should talk unless spoken to, so he just waited to see what the two men would do.
Host obediently swallowed every drop of cum, mewling softly when they both pulled out and left. He shifted to sit on his knees again, rubbing over his bandages lightly.
He needed a moment, before he could answer Dark.
“Studio.”, he replied then. He would assume it would be Wilford, or Bim, maybe even Edgar. They were the most likely to be in the studio after all, right?
Host mewled when the plug was pulled out, wiggling his butt a little bit. He gasped as Jimmy grabbed his head, and happily licked at Jimmy’s cock, before taking it into his mouth and began to suck. He was very content like this.
Jim moaned as he sunk into the Host in one smooth thrust. “Oh, fuck, Jim…”
Jimmy was barely paying attention, thrusting lightly into the mouth around his cock.
Host moaned as Jim thrust into him, relaxing as he let them both use him. Being used on both ends was an experience he hadn’t had before, but it was definitely nice. Since he couldn’t move too much, he just did his hardest to suck on Jimmy’s cock, and clench around Jim’s.
Host mewled when the plug was pulled out, wiggling his butt a little bit. He gasped as Jimmy grabbed his head, and happily licked at Jimmy’s cock, before taking it into his mouth and began to suck. He was very content like this.
Host made a small sound when he was pulled closer and up, feeling their hands all over him. Having four hands on his was definitely an experience.
He mewled softly, laying his hands onto one of the Jim’s chest. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be useful, and needed.The Jims blinked and nodded to themselves, arranging the Host so his head was on Jimmy’s lap Jim was behind him, pushing two fingers in his hole.
“Going to fuck you so good,” the older twin growled.
Host gasped as they moved him, and he felt Jim’s fingers next to the tail-plug. He held onto Jimmy, lips parted as he breathed through his mouth. He wanted that. He wanted them to want to use him.
Host made a small sound when he was pulled closer and up, feeling their hands all over him. Having four hands on his was definitely an experience.
He mewled softly, laying his hands onto one of the Jim’s chest. He wanted to be used. He wanted to be useful, and needed.
Host obediently followed Dark. He knew he wasn’t really liked nor needed by Dark, but he didn’t have anything else to go back to. He had always been away from everyone, never had any real purpose. He clung to whatever purpose he got, needing to be needed.
He concentrated at Dark’s question, using his sight to listen to what happened closest to them. “The kitchen, master.”, he replied, voice quiet. He never bothered raising it more than this, unless explicitly told.
Dark nodded and tugged on the leash again, leading them down the hallway towards the kitchen. He knew the egos, knew them all intimately, uncomfortably so, for them. He knew they were all desperate messes, eager to sink their cocks into any warm hole, or to be fucked by anything vaguely phallic.
And wasn’t his pet just the perfect object for them?
In the kitchen, he found the Jims, arguing over something or other in that weird language they used. Clearing his throat, and startling them, he tugged the Host forward,. “How would you two like to have some fun with it?”
And he could see immediately how their eyes darkened and their pants tightened.
Host was vaguely aware of the same things Dark was. He had gotten used to being bored a lot, so a lot of the time, when he was alone and didn’t have to do anything, he used his narrations to know what the others were doing. He wasn’t shying away when they were having sex or anything alike, so he knew what to expect when he was faced with the Jims.
He settled on his knees again when they stopped, facing the Jims. He wondered, faintly, if Dark just wanted to watch other egos use him. He wondered if he liked that. He wondered, if maybe, one of these egos would be his new owner some time.
Host sat on his knees on the ground, tugging lightly on his collar. Ears on his head, a tail plugged into him, he listened in silence as Dark clipped the leash to his collar. He had no clue what his owner was planning for him, considering his narrations were very basic unless he concentrated hard enough on them, but he didn’t much care. Dark was his owner after all, and thus made all decisions. Not him, he never really had much of a say in things. Not that Host cared a lot anymore.
Dark looked pensively down at his pet. He didn’t care much for it anymore, but he still did have fun with the Host once in a while. He just fucked Wilford nowadays, if he wanted something more than a quick fuck.
Tugging on the leash, he led the other out of the room, watching him crawl naked on the floor. “Where is the nearest ego, pet?”
Host obediently followed Dark. He knew he wasn’t really liked nor needed by Dark, but he didn’t have anything else to go back to. He had always been away from everyone, never had any real purpose. He clung to whatever purpose he got, needing to be needed.
He concentrated at Dark’s question, using his sight to listen to what happened closest to them. “The kitchen, master.”, he replied, voice quiet. He never bothered raising it more than this, unless explicitly told.
Dark barely bothered to open his eyes when he woke up, feeling Doc inside of him. He did though, half lidded eyes looking to the Doc tiredly.
“No.”, he replied quietly. He’d be fine with Doc just leaving him alone. He’d get up, clean himself up quickly, and pull his sheets off. He’d stay in his room for a while after, before trying to get breakfast. Usually mornings were quiet for him, though he could never predict if an ego would come to him early or not.
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