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"Alright, my pretty pup, are you ready?" Patton asks, hands on Virgil's shoulders to steady his slight swaying.
"Yes, daddy." Virgil nods, tilting his head back to allow Patton to clip his leash onto his collar.
"Awh, don't you look the sweetest, pet?" Roman coos from where he stands at the top of the stairs. "Everyone at the event is going to want to fuck you, I can feel it." He taunts, buttoning the top two buttons of his shirt up as he descends. "But we won't let them, obviously."
Virgil preens from where he stands by the door. He's wearing a tight-fitting sleeveless purple top underneath his black leather harness. He's also got on a pair of high-waisted, black, tight shiny leather shorts that go down to just under his ass, having fishnets underneath until they reach his black boots.
His owners had originally picked out for him to wear a skirt, but he had very sheepishly voiced that he wasn't too comfortable wearing something so skimpy in public, and they'd given him the shorts instead.
His collar also had a name tag attached, which had his name on one side and an inscription of 'If lost, return to:' followed by Patton, Roman, and Logan's names.
And of course, he was wearing his fluffy puppy ears, and a clip-on tail that was attached to the back of his shorts.
"No, of course not." Logan added, adjusting his tie in the mirror. "I might have you suck me off in the back of the car, puppy."
"Thank you, Master." Virgil giggled, hands coming up to rest against his collar.
"We're gonna be late, guys." Patton says, hands coming to his hips as he smiles at the two of his boyfriends who are still getting ready.
"You can't be late to an event like this, Pat, it goes on all night." Roman rolls his eyes.
"I refuse to wait an hour for a room in the dungeon again, if we're getting there, we're getting there as soon as." Logan says. "So, Patton's right. Let's go."
Roman scoffs playfully. "Can I at least take his leash?"
Patton nods softly, handing the handle over to Roman, who tugs on it to pull Virgil into a kiss.
"You remember all your safewords, don't you?" Roman mumbled into their embrace.
"Yeah." Virgil nods. "I'm excited."
"You should be." Roman whispers back. "Now, come on, we're gonna get left behind."
---
The event is busier than Virgil had anticipated, and so he spends the first half of the evening clinging to Logan (who looks incredibly business-like, and nobody would dare approach him when he's with) like his life depends on it.
They gather around to watch some pole dancing at one point, and the dominants give up on the idea of dragging Virgil down to the dungeons just because of how busy it is.
"Um," Virgil says, turning to Logan as they watch someone performing a routine with a sub on the little stage area. "Do you mind if I go to the bathroom?"
Logan nods, rubbing up and down Virgil's thigh with his free hand. "Yes, I'll take you, and then we can locate your Sir and Daddy, wherever they've gone off to."
Patton and Roman, were in fact off somewhere else. They'd gone to the bathroom originally (since neither of the four liked to be alone at these events), and then ended up making out for a while, and then were eventually heading back to Logan and Virgil when-
There was a man in the corner of one of the rooms, and being the young adults that they were, he was about their age. His hair was blonde and ruffled, eye makeup adorned over his beautiful skin.
But, there were two things that really caught their attention. One, being that he was wearing the cutest pair of cat ears they'd ever seen, and two being that he was alone.
What was a pretty little kitty like that doing all alone at a party like this?
"Hello!" Patton grinned, striding over without even looking to Roman for approval first.
"Oh, um, hello." The other man waved back somewhat awkwardly.
"My name is Patton. And, this is one of my boyfriends, Roman." He gestures.
"Janus." The other man, Janus, replies smoothly, holding out his hand. Patton shakes it, then Roman.
"You're very attractive, Janus, you know that?" Roman asks. "What were you hoping to get out of being here tonight?"
Janus blushes, but he doesn't mention the first comment as he smiles. "Well, I've been coming to the play parties here for years, since I turned eighteen, basically. I'm, um, I'm twenty now. Almost twenty-one. I just kind of like to see where the night takes me. Sometimes I have great times here with guys, and sometimes I go home with them."
"He could come home with us." Roman mumbles into Patton's ear, and Patton whacks him a little.
"And, are you a kitty, Janus? I can't help but notice your ears." Patton giggles.
"Uh, haha, yeah. I- um, I like, I'm into pet stuff. Being called "Kitten", and being treated accordingly, you know. That stuff." He says, somewhat awkwardly.
Patton gasps out. "That's so perfect! We have a puppy, don't we, Ro?"
"We do." Roman affirms. "Maybe you'd like to speak to him, he's around somewhere."
Janus laughs, and it's the prettiest thing in the world. "Okay." He says. "Sorry, you're just very excitable."
"I get that a lot." Patton smiles.
In the lull of silence that formed, Logan and Virgil were just heading out of the bathroom when they caught the infliction of Roman's boisterous laugh coming from the corner of the room.
Virgil turned to look at them, and was walking over in an instant. It was almost like he was dragging Logan by the leash, boots clicking against the floor as he approached.
He made it to stand behind them, and noticed fully that it was just Patton and Roman having a conversation. A conversation with a very attractive young man.
He was taller than Virgil, only by a little, but was wearing heeled boots rather than the flats that Virgil had on, so that was probably it. He wore a very sheer, yellow-tinged dress shirt that tucked very nicely into a short black skirt.
"Oh." He said, looking the man up and down.
"Virgil! Logan!" Patton smiled to them, stepping outwards to expand the circle they'd formed. "This is Janus. Janus, our other boyfriends, Logan and Virgil." He gestured to them in turn. Logan held his hand out and Janus shook it warmly.
"Say hello, pet." Logan whispered to Virgil, not quiet enough that the whole circle didn't hear.
Virgil bristled a little, not realising that it was his turn to speak and feeling a little embarrassed as a result.
"Um, hi." He said. "You look nice."
Janus nodded, raking his eyes over Virgil's body, and Virgil suddenly felt very vulnerable standing there in his revealing outfit.
"Likewise."
Virgil shuffled on his feet for a moment as the four others continued to partake in small talk that he had no interest in. That was one of the best things about being an owned sub at play parties like this. He didn't have to speak if he didn't need to, because he knew that his doms would take care of everything for him.
"Hey, um, this might be a long shot," Janus began, and that definitely had Virgil perking up to listen. "But I've actually got a private room booked in like five minutes."
Virgil had to stop himself from walking away right then. It was partially because he had some semblance of self-restraint left, and also because Logan was quite literally holding onto his leash, and he'd probably choke himself if he walked off.
The audacity! To ask his doms if they wanted to take him back to a private room? In front of Virgil? He couldn't believe someone could be so-
"Maybe if you're all okay with it, I could come and watch you four play for a bit, to get a feel for your dynamic."
"What?" Virgil asked dumbly, it being the first thing he'd said in about ten minutes.
"I was just thinking that it might be beneficial to watch you guys do some stuff together before I think about asking to get involved." He says again, more lightly, and Virgil blinked.
"Oh." He said for the second time that evening, looking around to find any traces of hope in the eyes of his doms.
"I think that would be wonderful." Roman grins, taking Janus' hand and kissing it as he bows down like a prince. Roman was the first of all three of them that Virgil had met, and he'd done the exact same thing to him, too.
"Um, yeah." Patton grins. "Lo?"
"Sounds good." Logan agrees, turning to Virgil with a silently caring expression. "Is that okay, Vee?"
Virgil swallowed, all eyes on him. They were in the corner of a pretty busy room, and he suddenly felt very small.
"Can we- um, can we talk first?" He asked meekly, right hand coming up to fiddle with the charm on his collar. "Like, us."
Janus raised his eyebrows, seemingly caught off guard by the hesitance. "Um, why don't I give you the room number? And, you guys can go there now, have a chat, decide what you wanna do, how you want to do it, and stuff, and I can come in, say, ten minutes. If you'd like to carry on, we can, but no pressure."
And.. that actually sounded okay. The dread rising up Virgil's spine was receding.
"Okay." Virgil nodded. "Thanks."
"Awesome!" Patton smiled, putting an arm around Virgil's shoulder.
---
"I didn't really like that." Virgil expressed quite loudly pretty much as soon as the door to their room had closed and been locked.
"What do you mean, honeybee?" Patton asked sadly, sitting down on one of the couches and opening his arms for Virgil to crawl into. He'd had his leash taken off, and so was free to do just that.
"Well, I didn't know that we were thinking about adding to our relationship, but you practically just proposed to that man. That stranger." He pouted, snuggling up into Patton's arms despite his annoyed tone.
"I'm sorry, puppy, but it would've been rude to walk away from him during the conversation. That's why we came here."
Virgil rolls himself to be lying on his back in Patton's lap, crossing his outstretched legs over the end of the sofa whilst pouting up at his Daddy.
"So, I take it you don't want to do a scene for him?" Roman asks, sitting down on the bed in the centre of the room opposite the two of them. "Which is fine, by the way."
"I just didn't know that we were looking for another partner."
"Virgil." Logan says, kneeling down by the sofa and pressing a kiss to his puppy's head. "I promise you, we didn't come here with the intention of playing with another submissive, or replacing you, or anything like that. Sometimes we just meet people, and we get along with them. This doesn't mean that he's joining our relationship."
"Exactly!" Roman beams. "I mean, we would never have met Patton if we just decided to never speak to people, and you love him, Virge!"
"I guess."
"Virgil." Logan says, a little sterner this time. "We're sorry if our behaviour has upset you, but we can't figure it out if you won't have a conversation with us."
Virgil sat up a little, finding it hard to be bent at the waist in his tight-fitting shorts, so he stood up entirely. "Okay. I'm sorry, I- I do want to show him our dynamic and stuff. I just-" He cut himself off to sigh. "I know it's stupid. But, I need you to promise that you don't like him more than me."
Patton stands up at that, frowning as he pulls Virgil into his body for a prolonged hug. "Oh, Darling." He whispered. "Of course not."
"Come on, come here, pup." Logan says, hugging him from the other side. Damn, okay. Logan was not usually the hugging type.
"Oh, group hug!" Roman grinned, joining in too. "You'll let us know if you feel upset, okay, honey?"
"Yeah." Virgil whispers, overwhelmed by the care towards him.
"Alright." Logan says, being the first to step away from the group. "Would you still like to do the scene for Janus?"
"Yeah, yeah. I would." Virgil nods. It's been too long since he's let his owners show him off to another person of people. Maybe he could use this as an opportunity to show Janus just how great of a sub he was, how he was better.
"Okay. Right. Let's sit down and-"
"Can I lie on someone's lap?" Virgil interrupts. "Sorry. I cannot be at ninety degrees in these shorts."
Roman laughs, loud and boisterous. "Damn, that's half of our plans for tonight down the drain."
"I won't be wearing the shorts if you've bent me over in that context, dumbass."
"Watch your tone and your manners, Pup." Logan says light-heartedly. "You can lie on my lap, come here. Let's discuss our intentions for tonight."
---
Janus gave the four of them fifteen minutes, knowing it might have taken a little longer to figure out their plans.
When he did eventually head to the room, he knocked against the door twice, and was greeted with a swift "Come in!".
The inside of the room was quite a sight.
Virgil was on his knees on the ground, staring up at the bed. Behind his back, his hands were cuffed, and Janus noticed how his right hand was absentmidedly fidgeting with the fluff on his tail.
He was still fully clothed in the same outfit he'd been in earlier, only his collar seemed tighter, and was being held on a very short, very tight tether by Logan. He looked beautiful.
"Hi, Janus." Patton smiled. "Oh! Ignore the puppy, he's trying very hard at the moment."
Janus squinted, turning back to watch Virgil, who was, upon further inspection, tapping his fingers together behind his back, eyes wide and intent on Logan, who was sat on the bed, leaning forward and staring down at him, snapping his fingers rhythmically.
Virgil's eyes flicked towards Janus for a split second.
"Don't look at him, bitch." Logan spat, snapping his fingers three times in quick succession. "Behave, mutt." He instructs with another tug of Virgil's collar that had him gasping.
"Awh," Roman coos, bending down to get in Virgil's face. Logan snaps his fingers many times whilst Roman is speaking. "You're awfully hard, puppy-boy. Fucking straining to get out of those shorts, aren't you?"
Janus takes Patton's hand and sits down on the sofa, giving him a perfect view of what was going on before him.
"I said, aren't you?" Roman repeats, grabbing onto Virgil's hair and pulling his head back a little. Virgil gasps.
"Yes, Sir, yes." He rambles out, and Logan pulls on his collar with real strength that has Virgil yelping and struggling to stay on balance.
"Did I say you could fucking speak, puppy?" Logan asks, continuing to snap with his free hand very absentmindedly.
A timer goes off on Logan's phone, and he releases Virgil's leash, who sighs in relief. At the same time, Roman unlocks the handcuffs and removes those too, kissing Virgil's wrists as he checks for any marks that have been left.
"Okay, pet." Logan says, voice softer. "Give me a number. You have permission to speak."
"What's he trying to give a number for?" Janus whispers to Patton.
"Clicks." Patton replies in an equally as quiet tone. "They were going at that for five minutes."
Virgil places his hands in his lap, taking a minute to think, thoughts whirring. Well, it- it was 112 when Janus came in, and- and at least 130 when Sir pulled his hair. And then Master did four at once whilst swearing at him and-
"A hundred and forty five?"
"Are you asking me or telling me, little mongrel?"
"That's Logan, right?" Janus whispers to Patton.
"Sure is."
"He's scary." Janus mutters.
"He can be." Patton agrees. "But, if you decide to get to know us, you'll notice that the three of us all have very different styles of domming, which is what we think makes us work so well together."
"Yeah."
"And, if there's any part of his dominant persona that you'd rather not experience, you just have to let us know. Virgil's very receptive, he doesn't have all that many hard limits, but if you operate differently, it's no issue."
Janus nods, eyes drifting back over to where Virgil's chest is heaving up and down with the weight of his breaths. He spends a few moments appreciating Virgil's boner, which is very visible through his shorts, and then he goes back to the sight before him.
"Telling you, Master." Virgil nods. "It's a hundred and forty five."
Logan scoffs, leaning back where he's sat. "Stupid, dumb little mutt." He insults. "You know, you're lucky you're pretty."
Roman kneels beside Virgil, running a hand through his hair in contrast to Logan's words.
"I snapped at you a hundred and thirty six times." He states. "Janus, how far off was Virgil?"
Janus stammered a little at being called upon in such a voice.
"Nine." He replies anyway.
"Nine." Logan repeats. "How does that sound, pup?"
"Good, Master." Virgil replies, sounding a little dazed.
Logan turns around, head gesturing towards Patton, and then flicking his gaze over to Virgil.
"I'm going to join in, are you okay to sit here?"
"Yeah." Janus nods.
Patton smiles, standing up from the sofa and perching on the edge of the bed, facing Janus. "Come lie down across Daddy's lap, Puppy."
Virgil goes to stand, but he stumbles as he makes the attempt, dropping back down to his knees with a pained noise.
Roman's hands are on him in an instant, being the closest, steadying his shoulders. "Hey, hey, you're okay. What do you need? You can speak."
Virgil takes a breath. "Can I have some water?" He asks, and there's a bottle in his hands in five seconds.
"Good boy." Logan praises softly as he drinks it.
Virgil then goes to stand again, and does so successfully, but with a slightly discomforted look on his face. His owners are very attentive.
"What is it, baby?" Patton asks, holding his hand out.
"No, it's just- my shoes. They're digging."
"Do you need to take them off?" Logan asks, standing to walk around to where Virgil has sat down on the bed beside Patton.
"Is that okay?"
"Of course."
And so, Virgil unlaces his boots and lets Logan slide them off.
"I think it's really great how you noticed that." Janus pipes up from the sofa. "I mean, how good you are at recognising his needs. I've been with doms who haven't even noticed or cared when I've bled. It's, um, it's nice to see."
Virgil makes understanding eye contact with Janus and nods. "Yeah, they're good."
"We learnt to be, to be honest." Patton says, patting his lap to instruct Virgil to lie down over it. "When Virgil first started playing with us, he used to downright refuse to voice his discomfort out of worry that we'd be upset at him, or it would break the mood and ruin the scene."
"And he still does." Logan says with a bit of a humorous infliction.
"We're working on it, aren't we Pup?" Roman asks, placing a hand on Virgil's arm.
"Yes, Sir."
"Okay, get yourself comfy, doggy." Patton giggles, and Virgil lays himself down so that his crotch is pressed against Patton's. He can feel his Daddy's hard-on pressing into his thigh. "Nine, okay? Is he having my hand or a paddle?"
"Awh, he did try very hard to get the number of clicks right." Roman points out.
"Nine off is pretty poor, though." Logan refutes.
"What if you were wrong?" Janus suddenly pipes up from the sofa. Everyone looks at him, and Virgil breaks out into an ear-splitting grin. "Like, what if Logan counted his snaps wrong? Surely it's hard to speak whilst doing that."
Virgil looks up from his position face-down on the bed, smug. "Last time I suggested that possibility, I didn't come for a week." He explains with a drawling tone.
"Shit!" The sub suddenly cries out as a hand smacks down on his ass with incredible force. His hand comes right to his mouth, as if to take back the curse word.
"Excuse me?" Patton asked, eyes wide. "The bratty tone that you just used was enough to warrant my irritation, and then I hear that from your mouth?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy, I won't do it again." He says on a whine.
"No, you won't." Patton replies, smacking him again. "That's two."
"I think you should take his shorts off of him. Spank his bare ass as a consequence for that potty mouth." Roman grins.
"Would you like to do the honours?" Patton asks, turning to him."
Roman grins, approaching Virgil and kissing between his shoulder blades. "Lift your hips." He whispers, and Virgil does, giving Roman the leeway to unzip his shorts and slide them off of his hips, leaving them bunched up around his knees. With his shorts came his tail, which was only clipped on to the back of them.
Janus nearly chokes on the sight of Virgil's dark purple, lacy panties.
"Three." Patton then exclaims, bringing his hand down again. There's a red, blotchy handprint forming on Virgil's ass cheek, and he keeps his head buried in his arms against the bed.
Five more smacks later, Virgil is crying softly, although he'd checked in with his colour as green, and he takes a deep breath.
He looks right into the eyes of the sub sitting on the sofa in front of him, and is met with a pair of eyes that understands exactly how he feels.
"Daddy?" He whispers.
"Yes, puppy?"
"Can I hold his hand?"
Patton seems to melt, nodding at Virgil, who instantly reaches his hand out towards Janus. The other man has to get off the sofa to kneel at the foot of the bed and take the hand, which he does so in both of his, and Virgil squeezes onto him, crying out at the last smack being delivered.
"Nine." Patton finishes. "Well done, puppy, so beautiful."
Virgil doesn't say anything, but he doesn't need to. He keeps his hand locked like a vice around Janus', even as his shorts are pulled back up his legs and he starts getting peppered with kisses.
---
"Alright." Roman says softly as he leaves the room last. "How are we feeling?"
Virgil nods, both of his hands wrapped around Roman's right arm as he clings onto the man like he'll disappear if he lets go. "Good." He says. "Spacey."
"I know, puppy, we're going home soon, don't worry."
He leans into Roman's body, legs shifting beneath him with a whine.
"We'll get you off, don't worry, baby." Patton reassures. "How are you, Janus?"
"I'm well." Janus nods. "Thank you. I enjoyed watching you all."
"Yes." Logan agrees. "I thought it was productive. Do you think you'd be interested in involving yourself in a scene with us at some point?"
"I think I would. Are you all okay with that?"
"Yeah!"
"We are."
"Mhm!"
"Virgil?" Janus asks.
"Huh? What? Oh, oh, yeah. Yeah, I liked you there."
"I apologise," Logan says. "We need to give him some sugar usually after scenes, but of course we have none here. There's juice in the car, and we'll ask him again when he's more aware."
"Okay. Thank you." Janus nods.
"But," Logan continues. "Preliminarily, how about we arrange that you might come to our house one evening this week? We could have a sit down, the five of us, and discuss what we're hoping to gain from our scenes together, our kinks, our limits."
"Oh. Yeah, that sounds like it would be great. Can I give one of you my number?"
"Of course." Roman grins, taking his phone out. "Oh, and don't worry about dressing up or anything unless it's how you feel comfy. We won't, so no pressure either way."
"Oh? You mean to say that you don't usually dress your boyfriend in fishnets and harnesses casually?" Janus jokes, and Virgil laughs along with everyone else.
Maybe he could make this work.