My wrists were fastened over my head, attached to the ceiling hooks William had in his playroom. Nearby, he and Caleb stood, softly arguing about something.

William was in a wolf mask; Caleb wore a crow. They were masquerade-style half masks that only left their chins visible. They’d never removed them after we’d left the club. Ironically, the disguises were the only way I could differentiate between them. Because they were built very much the same — and when the fucking started, they weren’t talkers.

Just watching them — naked, buff and wearing their kinky masks — had me hot and horny. My pussy was wet and ready, and no one had even touched me yet. Well, not more than getting me trussed up the way they liked.

They turned to look at me, and then went back to facing each other. They were no doubt talking about who got what hole. I didn’t care. I was down for pretty much anything. We only got to play together once or twice a year, and it was always memorable.

“We want to make sure you’re ready,” William said. He walked up to me with his face still mostly hidden, but his erection on full display. He stroked my mound and then parted my outer pussy lips. His fingertip skimmed my pink wet flesh, and then he zeroed in on my clit with perfect ease.

I shuddered, my arms tugging against the ribbons that held me. They were thick grosgrain strips that were fitted through the metal hooks on the ceiling.

“I think she likes that,” William said to Caleb.

Caleb cocked his head; it was an oddly fitting gesture, given the crow mask. The illusion of intelligent avian curiosity was startling.

He reached for me, too, sliding his finger along the same flesh William had just touched. Then he slipped a finger inside me, and I bucked.

“I think she’s too ready. I also think she’s been bad and hasn’t told us. Have you been bad, lovely?”

I shook my head, playing along as I told him, “No. Of course not.”

“I think it’s better to be safe than sorry,” William said.

Caleb nodded and walked behind me. I turned my head to try to see him, but he was out of my view.

Then he leaned in so close that his mouth was on the back of my neck as he said, “I bet you have been naughty.”

I shook my head but to no avail. His hand came down onto my ass cheek hard enough to make the sting rocket through me. I inadvertently thrust my hips forward at the assault. So he did it again, laughing softly against the back of my neck. Then William cocked his head. Despite the mask, I imagined him leering at me — very wolfish in his ways.

Caleb smacked my sex with an open hand, and the force of it stole my breath. He gave me three more good spanks on the ass, and every one of them caused me to jerk forward against William’s waiting hand. Immediately afterward, William gave my pussy a hearty slap.

Between the back-and-forth, the push-and-pull, I was practically sobbing with arousal when William finally jammed his fingers into my quivering cunt.

I gasped, and the pleasure that flooded my overworked system was marvelous — bright but heavy, intense but fleeting. He worked me with his fingers until I was just on the edge of orgasm. Then he pressed his thumb against my thumping clit and said, “Do you promise to be our good girl?”

“Yes, yes!” I barked desperately. I wanted so badly to come.

He gave me my wish. He flexed his fingers inside me, pressed his thumb to that tender bit of flesh, and I came with a sob, letting my body collapse — because I knew my playmates would catch me.

They did, and then they unfastened my ribbons.

After they lowered me to my knees, William did more than push his fingers into my cunt; he pushed his cock into my mouth.

I sucked him vigorously. I used my tongue to draw up along the back of his dick. I swirled my tongue around the head and lapped at him like he was the sweetest candy. He threaded his fingers through my hair and tugged just enough to make me grunt and hiss.

“Is she being a good girl?” Caleb asked. “Is she sucking your cock the way she should?”

I felt Caleb get down on his knees behind me. He ran his palms across my still tender ass cheeks. I bucked just a little, and he made a disapproving noise.

“You should trust me more,” he said. “I’m ashamed of you.”

I was still eagerly sucking Will’s length as he thrust into my mouth and tugged my hair. Caleb delivered a hard blow to my ass, and I jumped and gasped around the dick in my mouth. Will pushed his rod in deeper, and I gagged on his length. My eyes watered, and I struggled to breathe.

My pussy pounded with arousal. I was so wet I could feel my juices dripping down the tops of my thighs.

Caleb smacked me again, and I had to focus hard on delivering the perfect blowjob to Will. But my work paid off; I heard him grunt, tasted the salty rush of pre-come that usually preceded the big moment and tried not to rock forward as Caleb delivered another potent spank.

Will in his wolf mask regarded me, cool and unmoving, but his hips pistoned forward as fast as a lightning strike as he repeatedly filled my mouth with hard rod.

Caleb delivered another blow, and I yelped around Will’s driving cock.

They both froze.

Caleb made a noise of disapproval behind me, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

“She didn’t handle that well, did she?” he remarked.

“No,” William agreed. He pulled free of my lips, and I chased his dick with my mouth, making him laugh. The sound was eerie and cool coming from behind the wolf mask.

“Think we should switch?” Caleb asked. They already knew the answer. They were talking over me, about me and right in front of me — just to drive me crazy.

“I think we should,” William said. He chucked me under the chin and then touched the end of my nose like I was a kid. “Maybe she just needs a different approach.”

He reached down and sharply squeezed my nipple between his fingertips, making me gasp.

Without another word, they switched places.

Will in his wolf mask moved behind me, his cock shiny-wet with my spit.

Caleb in his crow mask got in front of me and pushed his fat cock into my mouth. He skated it gently over my lower teeth because he liked that.

William gave me three sharp spanks in a row. He briefly pushed his spit-slickened thumb against the star of my asshole. I made a strangled sound, doubling my efforts on Caleb’s shaft.

William gave me a hard spank to my left cheek, then he reached beneath me and smacked my pussy hard enough to make me shiver.

Next, I felt the press of his cock to my cunt. He didn’t penetrate me at first. He seemed to be teasing me, as if daring me to keep up my steady rhythm as I serviced his friend.

But finally, he slid into me on a slow, even stroke. He gripped the flare of my hips, squeezing me like he owned me — because in that moment, he did.

And so did Caleb, using my mouth as fast and hard as he wanted. I sucked in a breath and felt my pussy ripple around Will’s pounding thickness. I was in a wild push-and-pull between them, and the rush of it was immense. I was going to come and feared it. Would Will punish or praise me for it? He could be fickle.

He reached beneath me again, as if reading my mind, and smacked my clit. My pussy grew wetter and tighter with every tap he administered.

“Our little pet is going to come. She’s such a slut for the pussy smacks,” he said conversationally to his pal.

Caleb grunted in answer, tugged my hair a little harder and pushed his dick farther into my mouth.

“Me, too,” he finally growled.

“Don’t wait,” said Will, always the alpha.

Caleb groaned as if put out, but he slowed his thrusting into my mouth. I got my lick in, so to speak, by sucking on him hard enough to make him gasp.

But then I came. My pussy spasmed and rolled around William the Wolf’s driving cock. Caleb pulled away from me, and I hung my head, gulping in air after crying out my pleasure.

William lifted me and led me to the couch. He often referred to it as the “fucking sofa.” He pointed to Caleb without a word, but he understood. Caleb laid on the sofa, his cock pointing at the ceiling, and beckoned me to him.

My body was still hot and wet from my orgasm. I straddled Caleb’s lap and sank down onto his cock. He stretched me and filled me in an entirely different way than his friend. When I started to move, Will stood there, his wolf head cocked and his arms crossed as Caleb bucked up into me. Then he straddled Caleb’s legs behind me, pushed a spit-slick finger to my ass and wedged it in.

I felt the drag of his finger against Caleb’s cock inside me. I savored that pressure and that pull. I sighed with the feeling of absolute fullness.

William pushed his finger in and pulled it out, repeating the motion until I was forcing myself back against him. Then he pulled free, and his cockhead briefly kissed my back hole before pushing forward slow and steady. He breached me, carefully inching into me, and then thrust deep. Both men stilled, filling me up and keeping me on edge.

When they started to move again, I moaned out loud. Their actions were a fast but intricate dance of pleasure and need: Caleb thrusting up from beneath, and Will pushing deep from behind. All the while, my stretched pussy pounded with pleasure.

I came with my head tossed back and my eyes shut. Then Caleb caved and thrust up hard, filling me with his hot come. Will, as always, stayed in control until he chose to let go. His big arm looped around me, and his cock pushed deep into my ass as he released his load.

There I was, spent, loose and utterly used — and the happiest I’d been all week.