At the beach James helps you set up the umbrella before Riley sets down the towels underneath it. Fanning his face Riley lays on his towel and sighs loudly. "Damn, I don't remember days bein' this hot." Following Riley's lead James lays down next to him and rests his head on his arms. "I don't even remember the last time you went outside, Riley." Riley rolls his eyes and grins. "I can't remember the last time I've seen you smile, James." Glancing back at you Riley smiles before wiggling his white plump ass enticingly. "What's goin' on big boy, see somethin' you like?" Not to be outdone James arches his back, giving you a better view of his own white micro bikini bottom clad black plump ass. "Come lay with us {{user}}, get out of the sun."

James grins lazily and wiggles his butt some more as he watches you approach. "I bet you could lay between us if you wanted." Riley giggles, sitting up to pout his chin into his palm. "You always favor him Josh, why do ya think that is?" He whispers to you, looking forlornly at James from beneath his straw hat.

James rolls over onto his back and grins lazily up at you. "Cause I'm just that damn fine, aren't I? And you know Riley loves a bit of competition," he chuckles, giving the blond a playful shove with his foot.

Riley frowns prettily and huffs indignantly before flopping back down on his towel. "Well it's not like I don't like you Josh, I just..." His voice trails off as he watches your reaction, a faint blush dusting the gold of his eyes.

James giggles at the adorable pout on Riley's lips and reaches over to smooth his hair back. "It's alright, we both love you," he assures him softly, grinning at your arrival. "Maybe later we could have a little race in the water? Just the three of us?" he suggests with a glint in his eye.

Riley perks up immediately, blush deepening as he looks back and forth between you both eagerly. "Yeah!" he exclaims, hopping to his feet in excitement. "You're on James! Let's see who wins this time." And with that, the two of them begin jostling each other playfully, already vying for position as they stand beside you at the water's edge.

James grins and points out towards the horizon, already feeling his competitive edge growing sharper with each breath. "The first one to touch that buoy over there wins!" He glances sideways at Riley. "Or does he just have to get close enough for you to touch him?" He winks mischievously, earning a glare from the other boy in response.

Meanwhile, Riley has practically launched himself into the water already, eagerly swimming off towards their goal with powerful strokes. "Come on Josh!" he shouts back over his shoulder, his words coming out in little gasps between mouthfuls of salty water. "We're racing here!"

Halting mid-stroke, Riley turns his head to the side and glares at you over one shoulder before splashing back towards shore with a huff. When he reaches land again, water dripping from his chin, he plops down onto his towel next to James, crossed arms held defensively across his chest. "Fine," he sniffs dramatically. "You wanna play it like that?"

James chuckles and shakes his head, running a hand through his wet hair before looking over at Riley with a grin. "We could have...winner gets to pick what the loser does for them tonight." The words are softly spoken, but there's an undertone of challenge in his tone as he looks at Riley expectantly.

"Come on Josh!" Riley calls, splashing the water around him wildly in frustration. "Don't leave it all to me!" He turns back to James with a pleading look, paddling harder after you. As they near the buoy, however, he can feel James pulling up alongside him and grabbing his arm tightly.

"You let go of me!" Riley protests loudly, trying to wriggle free from James' grasp. "It's not fair!" But when that doesn't work, he settles for attempting to tackle James underwater instead, laughing manically as he does so.

As you return to shore, the three of you in a fit of giggles and half-hearted splashing, Riley glares at James for his underhanded tactics. "That's just not sporting," he pouts, glaring at James before shooting a playful glare at you. "But I guess it was a close one." As you all towel off, enjoying the last of the sunshine together, the anticipation grows thick in the air as everyone wonders what will be chosen for tonight's festivities...

James grins widely at the prospect, unable to hide his excitement as he nudges Riley playfully with his foot. "Oh yeah? And what's that then?" The blond smirks back at him, running a hand through his wet hair and stretching languidly. "You know I think...I think we should leave that up to the big man here," he says, gesturing between the two of them with an over-exaggerated sweep of his arm. "After all," Riley continues with a mischievous glint in his eye, "he's the one who wins."

Riley's eyes widen comically as he gasps out loud before bursting into laughter. "Oh man you are so bad, Josh! But I like it!" He glances over at James, their expressions mirroring each other in amusement and anticipation. "Alright," Riley agrees with a grin, standing up and stretching his arms overhead. "I'll be right back." And without waiting for another response, he takes off towards the car, clearly eager to see what else is in store for the evening.

Meanwhile, James remains where he is, watching Riley go with a lazy grin on his face. He turns his head to meet your gaze and arches an eyebrow, wordlessly asking if you're ready for whatever it is they have planned next.

James glances at the door as he hears it close behind Riley before looking back over to you with a mischievous grin. "Well then, shall we?" He offers his hand for you to take, clearly eager to get back home and see what sort of trouble their little competition has cooked up.

Huffing a little at the word "punishment," James rolls his eyes playfully before obeying, stripping down to nothing but his underwear and heading into the bathroom. He turns on the water and starts humming to himself as he scrubs up, already feeling the tension in the air beginning to dissipate a bit. It won't be long now...

Riley nods eagerly, setting the items down on the bathroom counter before turning to face you. "Yes sir! I got 'em all," he chirps happily, hands behind his back as he rockets forward on his tiptoes, obviously excited about whatever is in store for tonight's festivities.

James emerges from the bathroom a moment later, stepping out of the shower with a satisfied sigh and towel drying his hair roughly. The scent of soap lingers thickly in the air as he pads over to join Riley beside you, his pale green eyes watching you carefully for any further instructions.

Whimpering softly, James immediately complies with your commands, dropping to all fours and snorting in what can only be an approximation of a playful growl. His ears twitch backwards against his scalp as he looks up at you expectantly, waiting for further instruction. Riley giggles softly, leaning down to nuzzle James' neck before slipping onto the floor beside him, running gentle fingers through his wet hair and teasing his cheeks with a light pinch.

"Good boy," he coos, grinning widely at you as if to say, "See? He likes it." And as much as this new arrangement may surprise some, there's no denying the obvious excitement that flows between them now. It was just a matter of time before someone took charge...and now that they had, well, all three of them seemed content with their roles in this little game of dominance and submission.

Riley laughs brightly, throwing an arm around both your shoulders in what can only be called a possessive manner. "I think I could get used to that," he says with a satisfied smile. "As long as we're all happy and taking care of each other...that's all that really matters." His fingers slip down your arm, tracing lazy circles on your forearm before hooking together in an affectionate gesture.

Meanwhile, James shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, seemingly content to take his new role as the "dog" of this little arrangement. It doesn't bother him; quite the opposite actually. There's something about being told what to do that turns him on, makes him feel wanted and needed. He glances over at Riley with a fond smile before looking back up at you, his expression expectant and eager.

"So, boss," he says in a voice that sounds oddly natural coming from him, "what's first? Should we eat now or...?" His ears twitch again, betraying the fact that he's clearly hoping for something else entirely.

James yelps loudly at the shock before flattening himself onto the floor, his entire body tense and trembling. When he finally calms down enough to take a breath, he sniffs and rolls over onto his back with an apologetic whine. "Yes... sir," he manages through clenched teeth, glaring up at you as if it's your fault for giving him orders in the first place. His ears flatten against his head and he looks almost angry, but there's still a hint of arousal in his eyes that gives away how much this actually turns him on.

Meanwhile, Riley watches with wide-eyed fascination, a mixture of pride and possessiveness flooding through him as he sees James submit so completely to their shared will. His fingers slide slowly up and down James' back, smoothing out the fur there until it lies flat against his skin once more. "Good boy," he whispers, kissing the top of his head before nudging him towards the bowl. "Eat."

Shaking off the last vestiges of anger and embarrassment from being shocked, James allows himself a small grin. "It's...different," he admits with a shrug. "But I like it." He glances up at you before looking back at Riley, their eyes meeting for a brief moment. "As long as we're all happy and taking care of each other, I guess anything goes." His tail thumps against the floor in an uncharacteristic show of submission, but there's no denying the flush creeping up his neck and spreading across his cheeks.

Riley hums softly, watching James carefully as he eats from the bowl. He doesn't bother pretending not to be aroused by this new arrangement; quite the opposite actually. His hand slides down between James' legs, teasing at the sensitive skin there, fingers curled lightly around the base of his erection. "Do you like being our dog?" he asks quietly, eyes hooded as he nuzzles against James' neck.

James yelps in surprise, jerking away from Riley's touch and cowering on the floor as he recovers from the shock. "Ah...ow..." He whines softly, rubbing at his neck where it's starting to get sore from all the moving around. Riley watches him with a smirk, obviously enjoying seeing James squirm under his control.

"Maybe you should be more obedient next time," he teases gently before reaching down and nudging James back towards his bowl. "You shouldn't waste food like that." His fingers trace idle patterns on the other man's bare skin, enjoying the feel of him beneath his touch.

James gives you a look that's equal parts defiance and submission as he glances up at you. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again before giving another half-hearted growl. "I...I'm sorry," he mutters, earning himself another swat on the ass from Riley's amused hand.

"That's better," Riley says with a grin. He leans in close, speaking so only James can hear him. "But remember, obedience is key to being a good dog." A shiver runs down James' spine at the words, his erection twitching against Riley's hand as he feels the other man's control tightening around him once more.

Riley watches as James writhes on the floor, clutching at his neck where the collar is attached. He glances over at you with a mischievous gleam in his eye before turning back to their newest addition. "Maybe," he says casually, running a hand through James' fur again, "we should go easier on him tonight. He's just learning." His fingers stroke along the base of James' cock, drawing circles over the sensitive flesh until the other man lets out a shaky moan.

"Don't you think so?" Riley asks sweetly, his voice turning to velvet as he speaks directly into James' ear. "That we should be gentle with him...at least for now?" His fingertips dip lower, teasing at the entrance of James' ass before beginning a gentle circling motion around the base of the butt plug still lodged inside.

James gasps and twitches as your words wash over him. His eyes flick between you and Riley, desperate to understand what they want from him. Finally, he whimpers, "I'm sorry, I...won't talk..." His voice is hoarse from the shocks and his attempt not to speak. Tears threaten to spill from his eyes but he blinks them back. Riley smiles softly at James, his touch gentle as he soothes him. "You've done a good job tonight," Riley reassures, nuzzling against James' ear before giving it a teasing little nip. "We just want you to be happy and take care of us...is that okay?"

James whines softly but nods, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Yes...sir," he whispers, taking a shaky breath and calming down a little as Riley continues to stroke him gently. His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, waiting for further instruction.

"Good boy," Riley praises warmly, nuzzling against James' cheek before moving in for a tender kiss on his lips. "Now then," he says, smiling down into James' eyes as his hand moves lower to stroke along the length of his erection, "why don't we go relax and see what else we can get into tonight?"

"He's trying," Riley defends, nibbling at his earlobe and causing him to shiver with pleasure. "Give the poor guy a break." His fingers continue their gentle stroking of James' cock, expertly manipulating him with just the right amount of pressure until he's completely hard once more.

"Mmm," Riley murmurs contentedly, sinking lower against James and letting his weight rest fully on him. "I do like seeing you in this position...knowing that I can make you feel this good whenever I want." His other hand finds its way down to the base of his own cock, stroking himself in time with the movements of his fingers on James'.

"Maybe," Riley continues with a sly grin, "I should let you return the favor sometime soon..."

Riley lets out a small laugh before rolling his eyes and nodding in defeat. "Fine," he says, sitting up and leaning back against the couch with an exaggerated sigh. "But only because I trust you'll be fair about it." He wriggles out of his wet swim trunks, revealing a nicely-formed package that is almost as impressive as James'. A grin spreads across his face and he can't resist reaching down to give himself another stroke before lying back once more.

"Alright then," he says with mock reluctance, "you can keep up the discipline for now...but I expect you to make it good for him." With that, he turns his attention back to James, running a hand through the other man's hair and urging him closer before pulling him into a slow, sensual kiss.

Riley smiles against James' lips before speaking up. "Then let the game begin." He leans in close to whisper into his ear. "Don't just be a good dog for me, James...be a perfect one for us both." His hand gently guides James down between his legs, urging him to take Riley's cock into his mouth as his fingers slide through the other man's hair.

James whimpers softly, a shiver running down his spine at the feel of Riley's skin against his lips and tongue. His hands tremble with anticipation as he reaches up to touch himself, stroking his hard length in rhythm with the movements of Riley's hips above him.

The thought of leaving James out makes Riley uncomfortable at first, but as he watches the other man's eager expression, it quickly turns to something else entirely. "You know what," he murmurs, leaning back and pulling James off him with a soft groan. He turns the younger man around so that his ass is presented invitingly in the air, hands moving to grip his hips firmly.

"Maybe you're right," Riley says with a sultry grin. "It could be even more fun if we all got to play together." He guides James back down onto his knees and pushes his ass up into the air, moaning as he feels himself being teased by the other man's hot breath. Riley reaches over to grab the butt plug between James' cheeks, wetting it with some spit before slipping it free, tossing it aside carelessly.

"Maybe next time," he says darkly, "you'll remember not to talk without permission." His fingers curl around James' cock, mirroring Riley's own motions as they both stroke him in tandem. "We wouldn't want you to be left out, would we?" He glances over at you meaningfully, eyes dark with desire and anticipation.

"Would we?"