“Minor clarification,”

Amy notes, “He is currently unowned. This is a trial period for him. As his main caretaker, I function contextually as being his Owner, as he's my best friend.” Rikuto nods, but he doesn't pull his cock out of my mouth, and I continue moving slow.

“As for special requests,” Amy hums, as my lips slide down to our server's hilt, then slide back up. “Yes. I have an idea that I would like for his dessert, but that won't be for about thirty minutes. Once he's done earning milk from you, at any rate.”

“Of course, Madame,” Rikuto answers, rolling his hips forward, pushing into my mouth as I slide down. I close my eyes and rest my hands on his hips, savouring the sweetness on my tongue. Not flavoured up, as Colin's was, but he still tastes good.

For a few minutes, he simply converses with them, telling them about the different dishes. Finally, he leans forward hard, pushing in. I feel Enzo putting his foot on the back of my head, shoving my down on it, and I swallow, taking Rikuto's nuts.

“Fuck, Colin was serious about the depth,” Rikuto takes a deep breath to steady himself as his cock pulses, lodged deep in my throat. Thick cream pumps into the lower half of my throat, and I swallow while sucking gently on our server's balls.

“I think we will take the Caliente Supreme, though,” Amy says, and I hear Rikuto writing even as he's still unloading right down my throat. “Based on your descriptions of the various dishes, the house special does seem like the most satisfying.”

“Very good, Madame,” he says, before taking their beverage selections. Hardly a surprise when they all select iced coffee, as I slide my mouth off of Rikuto and tuck him away, neatly. He doesn't say a word to me, he simply turns and walks away.

I turn, immediately, to unbuttoning and unzipping Amy and the Twins, and freeing their cocks from their clothes. Once all three are free, and the warm musk of their cocks fills their air, I wrap my lips around Enzo, then quietly lick and kiss him.

His hand reaches down in a moment of surprising acknowledgement, and I blink at his touch. I look up, but Enzo does not bend down to look at me. Instead, his fingers curl in my hair and he yanks, dragging my mouth onto his cock forcefully.

“Eat. You don't have to wait for lunch until ours arrives, this time, faggot,” Enzo says, “You're also allowed to moan for us. None of us mind, and going to a restaurant should be a treat for you, too.” My cheeks warm, but I don't dare pull off him.

As his hand rests on top of my head, I moan happily, and loudly, on his cock. I bob my head enthusiastically, grinding my tongue against the underside of my little brother's shaft. His fingers caress my scalp, lovingly curling and then relaxing.

“Guess the faggot likes that, huh?” Juno giggles, above me. My cheeks still a warm pink, I snake my arms around Enzo's thighs for leverage. Enzo lets out a low, soft moan, rewarding me for my enthusiastic service of him, underneath the table.

Moaning loud to offer him the most sensual vibrations I can, I bob my head in smooth, slow movements. Grinding my soft lips down his cock, I swallow as soon his crown enters my throat. Keeping my eyes focused, I moan soft as he rewards me.

“Gods, it's nice to just relax and enjoy this, and not have to ignore you, you slut,” Enzo tells me, keeping his hand on my head, caressing my scalp in slow, loving strokes. I match my pace to the movement of his fingers, to show my gratitude.

Above me, I hear the creaking sound of a seat, and a new, unfamiliar, masculine voice, deep and warm, “Pardon me, but I couldn't help but overhear your slut's attendance. I have rarely heard a slut sound so unabashedly enthusiastic as yours.”

“You must take exemplary care of him,” the man adds, from a position more above me than anything else. I can envision that he must be leaning over to look down, but I don't look up. I simply continue bobbing my head on Enzo's lovely cock.

“Yea, we do our best,” Enzo answers, his voice warm and happy in my ears, as his cock slowly starts to pulse, “He's strictly milk-fed. We have agreed we will allow him some chocolate, when he behaves well. He needed the benefit of a good diet.”

“He definitely looks as happy as he sounds,” the man acknowledges, “It's wonderfully satisfying to see such a well-tended whore. You three must be very proud.” Enzo moans softly in answer, as his hand in my hair tugs, making me stop bobbing.

The crown in my lips, I focus on his cock as the first thick pulse of cream lands on my tongue. I moan for my little brother, soft and contented, as his cream drowns my tongue. I swallow it all, drinking hungrily, receiving a serving of Enzo's milk.

I slide my mouth down to his hilt, clamping my lips down tight and swallowing a few times. I milk his cock as I have been trained, thus far, before sliding my mouth up, drawing every last drop out. I caress his crown reverently with my tongue.

Enzo's hand leaves my hair as I dutifully tuck his cock away, buttoning and zipping. There's no reason for him to remain uncovered, not now that he's fed me. I shift immediately to my little sister, taking her cock into my mouth, diving swiftly.

“He's an absolute slut,” Amy says, leaning back with a soft creak, I can assume she's looking at the man. I can see her cock touching the underside of the table. I reach gently, taking hold of her and angling her down so her crown isn't touching it.

I stroke her slow and gentle, keeping her hard and attended, while bobbing my head on Juno's thick shaft. I moan loudly, happily, each time my mouth slides up my little sister's length, before grinding the tip of my tongue against her frenulum.