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"I didn't know what you liked so I brought a red and white." Arvid says, holding two bottles of wine up. He was at Isack's apartment to talk about the ins and outs of VCARB and what to expect in his rookie season. He was a bit nervous to find out. The team seemed all bright and bubbly on the outside, but he didn't know what really went on behind the scenes.
The taller man stepped in as his host took the bottles.
Isack smiles, "I don't have a preference. I'm sure they'll both be used. Thanks."
"Of course. Thank you for having me over." Arvid awkwardly smiles
A brief silence falls between the two as they hesitate over the next step, stuck staring at each other in the entryway.
"How about the balcony?" Isack's eyes brighten. "It's straight ahead. I'll go grab some glasses.
"Sounds good to me."
The two split ways. Arvid stepped out to the back and sat in a cushioned seat as he looked out to the evening sky. He ran through the mental list of questions he has been compiling since he signed his contract.
Before long Isack stepped through the sliding door with the uncorked bottles and two wine glasses. He set the drinks down on a small table before taking a seat in the adjacent chair to Arvid so he could bask in the same view. "Red or white?"
"Uh red, please." Arvid nods toward the bottle of merlot.
Isack graciously poured a glass for Arvid, then a glass of the chardonnay for himself. "Cheers."
The two clinked glasses and took a sip.
The dry wine hit Arvid's lips, causing his mouth to pucker. "Oh that is strong." He swallows.
Isack chuckles to himself at the other man's reaction. "So what do you want to know?"
Time had flown by at a rapid pace and the wine had practically vanished from the bottles. The night sky was on full display as the pair continued to drunkenly talk about the team.
"So wha-what about Liam?" Arvid asks, setting his glass down on the table in front. "What's his deal?"
"Eh. He's a great guy, great teammate. What you see is what you get. Y'know?" Isack shoos his hand.
"Really? He doesn't have a bad side?"
Isack shakes his head. "I mean, he gets upset after a bad result, but who doesn't? The worst thing that will probably happen is that he will play his guitar when trying to get in a nap between sessions."
The two drunkenly howl, nearly breaking into tears over something that ultimately isn't that funny.
"Good to know that he's not a total asshole." Arvid continues to laugh.
Isack takes a glug of white wine. He pauses, freezing the air around them.
"You can't tell anyone this." Isack leans in closer, practically falling on his knees as he spans across the chairs. Arvid's ears perk up, listening intently.
"He gets a boner if you call him a good boy." Isack instantly bursts out in a fit of laughter that Arvid quickly joins in on.
"No fucking way!" Arvid feels a tear run down his cheek. His stomach splinters with how much he is laughing, air barely able to enter his lungs.
Isack is practically hyperventilating with how hard he's trying to catch his breath.
"Wait, how did you find this out?"
"He-" Isack lets out a small giggle, "He- We- We were sitting filming a video and someone on the crew called him a 'good boy.' Then I look down, and there's a tent in his pants!"
The uproar returns, the two men unable to handle themselves in light of the reveal.
"Surely not?" Arvid wipes a tear with his finger, setting down his glass on the table.
"I promise you." Isack sets his glass down as well. He reaches over, pinning Arvid's hand to the arm of the chair with his own. "We can test it out. Just invite him over and fuck with his head a bit."
Arvid flashes a keen smile and nods. "Let's do it."
It didn't take long for the invite to Liam to go out. Three days later, Arvid found himself in Isack's living room, thumbing through his messages with Isack about ways to sneakily slide "good boy" into the conversation. He reached over for a handful of pretzels on the snack tray Isack prepared.
"He should be here any moment." Isack says, entering in from the kitchen with a six-pack of cold beers and setting them down in front of Arvid. Just as they make contact, there's a knock at the door. "Speaking of."
Isack and Arvid head down the hall, giggling to themselves.
The Frenchman opens the door, welcoming the Kiwi.
"Whassup boys?" Liam showboats on his way in, offering his hand for a dap. The energy in the room spikes. Isack and Arvid take up his open hand, bringing it in for a quick shoulder-tapping hug.
"How are you, mate?" Isack asks, ushering the special guest in.
"Can't complain. How 'bout yourself?"
"Eh, not too bad either."
Liam turns his attention to the Desi driver. "Arvid, good to see you too."
"Good to see ya."
The trio make their way into the living room. Isack and Arvid sit across from each other on opposing loveseats, framing Liam's seat on a couch between them. The Kiwi sits with his legs spread, his khaki pants loose enough to show a dick print, should one emerge.
"Mind if I crack one open?" Liam asks, grabbing a beer.
"Yeah, pass me one too." Arvid holds out his hand.
"Me too." Isack adds.
"Sure thing." Liam hands over the beers, first to Arvid who thanks him, then to Isack.
"Good boy." Isack says as he takes the cold can in his hand.
"Come again?" Liam raises his brow and cocks his head.
"Good boy." Isack says clearly.
"What are you on about?" The Kiwi turns red, his face flushing instantly. His eye twitches slightly. The other men look down at his lap and there it is: Liam's boner.
Arvid's jaw drops to the floor. He looks over at the Frenchman who has a smug look.
"Hey! I see those looks." Liam protests, standing up from his chair as if to storm off. His raging erection is made even more visible.
"Sit, boy!" Arvid instructs in a mocking tone.
For a brief moment Liam's knees bend as if he's going to sit, but he stops halfway. "Knock it off!"
"Oh don't act like you're gonna leave."
"I might as well at this point." Liam rolls his eyes as he sits down, still a grain of amusement in his voice.
"Good boy." Arvid says under his breath before taking a sip of beer.
"Oh fuck off. I'm not a dog." Liam laughs it off.
"Nothing to be ashamed of." Isack chimes in.
"I'm not ashamed of it." Liam scoffs, quickly taking a well deserved chug of his beer.
"Thought you said you weren't a dog?" Arvid slides in, catching his mistake.
Liam's face turns bright red again. "We're not doing this right now. Let's move on to something-anything else."
Arvid comes in again. "Well I heard something interesting the other day. Apparently, you can't say the word 'rough' twice in a row."
"Huh. I guess you can't." Isack responds, playing dumb.
Liam looks as confused as ever. "Oh that's bollocks. Rough, rough."
"Look! Now he's barking!" Arvid teases.
The erection in Liam's pants is as prominent as ever. It's clear everything is getting to him.
"Woof! Woof!" Isack mocks. Arvid repeats after him.
”Please! I can’t- I can’t help it.” Liam plugs his ears trying to escape the sounds. The Kiwi tucks in his legs, curling up.
Isack and Arvid continue their torment, laughing as Liam writhes on the couch.
"Nghh you don’t understand what you’re doing!" Liam cries.
The blond continues to squirm on the couch, his arms and legs kicking about like a fish on land. The laughter slowly dies out as Liam continues. His body flops, thudding on the floor.
"Oh shit! Liam, you okay?" Isack asks, quickly on his feet. He kneels down, shaking him.
The Kiwi’s blue eyes slowly flicker open. He looks tired. "Sorry. This just happens when I get too excited." He babbles.
"What can we do to help? You need water?" Arvid joins on the floor.
"I-I-I need my puppy time." He whimpers, tucking his face in his hands.
Isack and Arvid look at each other with wide eyes and confused faces. Puppy time? They both ask silently.
"What do you need for puppy time?" Arvid returns to the role of paramedic.
"Treat me like a pup and make me cum." Liam groans, slowly reanimating. He rises back up to his knees, palms planted on the floor. He arches his back and holds out his tongue panting.
"Liam?" Arvid asks, seeing if he will respond.
"Woof!" He barks back. Not at all the response they were expecting.
"What the fuck." Isack mouths to Arvid who shrugs back. They inspect Liam, wondering what on earth is happening.
Arvid tilts his head to the side, motioning for Isack to join him privately. They get up and head to the kitchen, keeping Liam just within their sights.
"What is he doing?" Isack ask with his hands pressed on the kitchen counter. Arvid stands opposite of him.
"He's having 'puppy time' or whatever he said." Arvid adds air quotes.
"Do you think it's some sort of bullshit joke?"
"I dunno? Might be, might not be."
"Do really think he needs to be fucked to get back to normal?"
Arvid throws his hands up. "Your guess is as good as mine. I've never had my friend revert into a dog before."
"Okay, I'll call an escort service, hire someone, we leave for a few minutes, come back and Liam is normal." Isack smiles proud of his plan. "Do you know of a service?"
Arvid squints at him in disbelief. "Mate...First I don't know any escort services and second I don't think we can just do that to him."
Isack groans. "What are you suggesting? That we have sex with him?"
"Ehhhh." Arvid scrunches his face because he knows Isack won't like his answer. "We did get him into this mess."
"Fine. I'll go see what I can gather and you go get him ready. We can never speak of this."
"Deal." Arvid springs into motion, heading back to the living room. Liam is still obediently sitting like a dog on the floor, except his clothes and shoes are now off and neatly folded on a chair. Arvid moves the center table out of the way while keeping the puppy at bay. He holds out hit hand while taking his seat, "Stay boy."
Meanwhile, Isack scurries down the hall like the place was on fire. He rummages through his room quickly before returning with a box. He plops down next to Arvid on the couch. "Ordered these after you left the other night."
The Desi driver looks in the box. A collar, a leash, a bottle of lube, and a tail butt plug. He looks up at Isack in disbelief. "Fuck."
Isack smiles back. "To be honest, I've always wanted to see how serious he was about this whole dog thing."
Arvid takes out the collar and leash. "Come here boy!" He calls.
Liam crawls over, practically panting.
"Sit!"
The Kiwi proudly lifts his chin as his ass rests on his heels. Arvid takes the black leather collar and clicks it in place. "Good Boy" is inscribed on a bone-shaped tag that hangs off the front. He attaches the leash, giving it a gentle tug. Arvid run his hand through the blond hair, admiring how obedient his dog is.
At the same time, Isack moves off the couch with lube in one hand and the tail in the other. He approaches behind Liam and spread his ass, revealing his puckered pink hole. Isack applies a generous amount of lube to both the plug and his entrance before pushing in. He finds much less resistance than he expected.
"So what do we make him do first?" Arvid asks as Isack sits down again.
The Frenchman palms his jeans, highlighting the bulge. "I'd never say no to some head."
"And to think you were the one who said he didn't want this." Arvid scoffs. He sets the handle of the leash between them and starts to undress until he's fully nude. He tugs on his rapidly hardening cock as he watches Liam patiently wait.
Isack takes a different strategy, opting to unleash his cock only at first. He takes the leash and gives Liam a tug. "Come here boy. Open wide."
His tan cock taps against Liam's pink tongue as it hangs out. The pup quickly swallows, plumping his lips around it as his head rocks.
"Good boy." Isack groans, tossing his free hand behind his head. Liam's lips are like a vacuum on his cock, sucking with vigor and intensity. His movements are shallow, never moving beyond three quarters down, but still providing Isack with a leg shaking blowjob.
Not wanting to miss out, Arvid slowly pries the leash out of Isack's loose grip. He gives Liam an encouraging tug. "C'mre. Come suck my cock."
Liam pulls off with pouty eyes and wet lips. He crawls over to Arvid and quickly lowers his mouth. The instant warmth sends a shiver up the rookie's spine, making his hips buck slightly upward.
"You're such a good boy. So willing to just swallow my cock." He purrs satisfied with the sensation of Liam's mouth.
While the pup slurps on Arvid's cock, Isack haphazardly tosses his clothes. He watches his ex-teammate work hard on the man who will share the garage with him for the next season.
"Okay, puppy needs a new game, doesn't he?" Isack asks in a playful tone to Liam.
"Woof! Woof!" He barks.
Isack sinks his hips back and folds in his legs. Knowing where this is about to go, Arvid lets go of the leash and watches. Liam crawls back over to Isack, his face positioned perfectly with Isack's hole.
"C'mon boy. Lick." He commands.
Liam sticks out his tongue and presses against the sensitive entrance. He's immediately met with the coos of praise from both men. His tail wags more as Isack's moans additionally signal the quality of his licks.
He starts to slowly press in with the passes of his tongue. His former teammate's lip trembles as his hole is eaten out.
The pair are so passionate that Arvid feels compelled to join in. His hand passes through Liam's golden hair and presses him deeper. His head pivots to Isack to gauge his reaction. His face hovers over, taken over by the heat of the moment. Arvid locks eyes with Isack as he pushes the Kiwi's tongue inside. They both give each other a knowing look then sink into a kiss.
Isack was more tongue heavy than Arvid expected, it wasn't a bother though. Their cocks frot together, tips overly sensitive and shafts wet from earlier.
The passionate kiss continues, sparking Arvid to move. He swings his leg over, narrowly missing Liam's head.
Arvid plunges his tongue down Isack's throat as he straddles the younger man. In the middle, he's met by the surprise shock of Liam's tongue brushing his hole.
From behind Liam alternates which hole his tongue plunges into. He licks a continuous strip all the way from Isack up to Arvid.
The Frenchman breaks the kiss. "Flip around." He breathlessly moans.
Arvid pulls back to look around just as Liam penetrates him. "Oh fuck- I mean I don't think there's room for that."
"Then we'll turn perpendicular."
The Desi driver shakes his head. "Can't. That means he has to get on the couch."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Just don't like dogs on the couch, that's all." Arvid smirks.
Isack chuckles to himself. "Fine. Let's go to my room."
Arvid climbs off and gets to his feet. Liam looks around confused. "Awruf?" His bark almost sounds like a question.
With the leash still in his hand, Isack sits up, his neck a bit sore from being at an awkward angle. "C'mon puppy. We're going for a walk."
Liam's eyes light up. His tail shakes and his wet tongue pants vigorously. Just as Isack rises to his feet, he bolts forward, pulling him along.
"Woah! Bad dog!" Arvid exclaims in reaction.
Liam looks back with pouty eyes.
"That's okay puppy. I know you're excited." Isack tells the puppy. He turns to Arvid, "Maybe work on your tone with the puppy."
Arvid scoffs. "If this ever happens again, you will be brought in to help."
The trio make their way down the hall and into Isack's room. The Frenchman prepares the bed, bringing a pillow to the foot for him to lay on. Meanwhile Arvid unclips Liam from his leash. "Stay."
Based on how Isack was laying on the pillow, Arvid knew what was on his mind. He got up and mounted the bed, putting his legs on either side of Isack's head so he could lower his cock into his mouth. Once he felt the warmth, he returned the favor.
Liam looked up with his now signature pouty eyes as the two men sucked each other off on the bed.
Through his curls, Arvid looked at the puppy. His lips let go of Isack's cock with a wet pop. "Get over here boy. Come stick you cock in Isack." His hands wrapped around his ass and spread it before resuming his sucking.
Liam stood and readied himself. His work from earlier had prepped Isack's hole for the intrusion.
The Frenchman moans around Arvid's cock as Liam's cock slowly enters. Pleasure echoed through the trio, making each one work harder to pleasure whoever they were directly pleasing.
Not even a few minutes in and Isack's mouth was putting Arvid at risk of cumming. He lifted up to let out a moan. In the brief moment, Liam grabbed the side of his head and brought him down on his cock. The taste of Isack's ass still lingered. The rookies whimpered as his throat was fucked, savoring each little thrust brought forth by the puppy.
"Ruff! Ruff!" Liam shook his head as he barked. The salty taste of precum spilled into Arvid's mouth.
He pulled away quickly. "Cum in Isack, pup. Cum deep in him." He instructed.
The pup lowered his hips down a bit more and returned to his original target. The humming on Arvid's cock returned as Liam pressed inside.
"Good boy!" Arvid coos, reaching out to pet his blond hair.
Liam's eyes roll to the back of his head at the praise. His hips start to sporadically burst, a departure from the constant trusting. He let out a howl that slowly tapered away.
Isack moaned as his ass was shot full of cum. His hips bucked upward into Arvid's awaiting mouth. Liam's orgasm triggered a chain reaction, leading to Isack bust inside of Arvid who shoved his cock into the Frenchman to unleash his load. Both men swallow each other's loads, taking down the salty liquid in single gulps.
After riding out the after shocks of his orgasm, Arvid rolls off of Isack. Liam falls forward leading all three in a sweaty and breathless pile on the bed.
"You know, you could've just let me jerk off." Liam bluntly states.
Isack and Arvid shoot up. "Excuse me?" The rookie gawks.
Staring up at the ceiling, Liam goes on as his chest rises and falls. "I just need to cum whenever that happens. No need for all the gear and sex."
"How the fuck were we supposed to gather that when you asked to be fucked?" Isack asks.
"I just said you needed to make me cum." He sits up to face the men. "The whole sex thing was your idea."
Isack and Arvid stare at each other dumbfounded.
"Don't worry. Watching you kiss and suck each other off definitely helped me cum faster." Liam winks cheekily.
"So we fucked for no reason?" Arvid clarifies.
"Not for no reason. You both clearly enjoyed it too." Liam shrugs. He tugs at his collar and messes with his tail. "The gear was a nice touch too. Mind if I keep it?"
Isack drops his face into his hands. "Go ahead." He grumbles.
"If you both don't mind, I have a beer to go finish." Liam crawls off and heads back down the hall, leaving Isack and Arvid in a palpable silence.
"I can't believe we just did that." Arvid humorously groans.
"At least now I know I'm leaving him in the hands of a good teammate." Isack shrugs, looking at the bright side.
"I guess if he starts playing guitar too loud I can always turn him into a horny puppy to get him to shut up."
Isack cackles. "Not a bad solution at all." He takes a pause. "Now let's get back to those beers."
"Please. I need a drink after that."