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"Like this, Sir?" Jeremy says as he takes a grip on Michael's messy hair in a tight manner, lining his cock in the boy's mouth, Michael easily complying whilst on his knees.
"Yes." William observes, as he watches his son's mouth get fucked at a leisurely pace.
They were in William's office, Jeremy and William on each opposite side of the table.
Michael took Jeremy's cock just a second ago, giving it a few kitty licks as he lovingly takes it in his mouth like some sort of a reward.
"Now shove it, get a little rough on him, will you?" William, getting annoyed by Jeremy's soft charisma
With a gulp, Jeremy complies, softly shoves and gets a little rough with the boy as he was told to, careful with his gesture as to not put any discomfort for Michael.
Michael moaned indistinctly, bewildered from the sudden motion as he takes a hold of Jeremy's thighs for support.
William silently watches with a bored face, clearly not enjoying his son taken so lightly.
Michael's pretty muffled moans filled the dreadful silence of the room.
After William found out that two has been secretly dating for awhile, he's been quite begrudging about it, the thought of his lovely son being with someone else made him resent of the idea, but he wonders how other people would touch him, would they treat him gently or not?
A few moments pass, Jeremy breathes sharply as he came inside of Michael's mouth, looking down as Michael pulls out his mouth and opens it whimsically.
"Ah, your pretty face.." Jeremy remarks, blushing at the sight.
"Stop that." William says with a straight face.
"Stop what?" Jeremy asks, genuinely as he looks at him with a confused expression.
"Stop complimenting him"
God, this boy is too much of a sympathetic person, William thinks.
Jeremy, muddled with the sudden stern tone, and proceeds to ask—
"Why?"
"Because I don't want you to." William says straightforwardly, anticipating that the boy obeys, to which he does, in the meantime.
Jeremy nods without thinking much of it, knowing that he won't listen to him. Respect your elders, who? Jeremy jokes to himself in his mind, even though it was noticable that the man was only in his late 30s.
"Right, now Michael, be a darling and lay on the desk, will you?" William says with a soothing voice with a hint of perversity.
"Yes, father." Michael complies like a good boy he is, he stands up momentarily and lifts himself up on the sturdy table, to which Jeremy looks at him with guileless dark eyes with a bright red blush.
"How do you usually fuck him?" William asks, standing up to look at certain drawers for lube.
"𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦"...Jeremy thinks to himself as he tries to recollect past events.
"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"
"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦?"
"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶?"
"𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵"
Ah fuck, he knows the eldest Afton won't be pleased if he knew that he treats his son oh so gently.
"I don't really remember, Sir." Jeremy lies as he lifts Michael's legs to his shoulders and goes down to places small kisses to him to which made Michael chuckle.
William lifts a brow at the response, but dismisses.
The two young boys briefly flirting while the elder was momentarily gone.
William comes back with a lube and a blindfold..?
Placing the two objects, he stands just near Jeremy.
"Make him wear this." William says flatly, handing him the garment.
Michael's father seems skilled, Jeremy knows he fucks his son more proficiently than him.
Grabbing the blindfold, he wears it gently on Michael, tying it comfortably as to not hurt him.
"Now, why don't you open him up?" William watches with smug face, observant, with how well the boy can satisfy his son.
Taking a hold of the lube bottle near him, he undresses Michael's undergarments, placing them neatly.
He pours a generous amount, getting his fingers warm.
Steadily, he lifts the other leg for better access, entering a finger inside of his entrance gently.
Michael shudders from the sudden intrusion, wrapping his arms around Jeremy's neck for comfort as his lips lightly tremble.
"Ah, that won't do.." William says, placing his hand on his pocket to grab a handkerchief, conspicuously envying the sight of Michael being clingy to someone else.
William proceeds to unfold the handkerchief, placing Michael down, to which he first protested, but eventually complied as he let his hands get tied up by the said handkerchief, Michael was now laying on his back, slightly uncomfortable as he lets out little moans.
Jeremy was now on his second finger, loosening him up as he scissors his fingers at a moderate pace.
"You need to rougher than that." William comments, as he caresses his son's fucked out face.
"Why don't you give a mark on the thigh?" William suggests.
Jeremy blushes as he fingers the boy beneath him who was trembling from multiple touches he's receiving.
Once Michael got nice and slick, Jeremy lets go, kissing his thigh.
Lining up, he places the tip on his hole, teasing him, he glances up at William, who briefly adjusted Michael on the other end, the table wasn't that long nor wide, just the right length.
William adjusts Michael's head at the right angle, unbuckling his belt and positioning the tip at Michael's already fucked out mouth.
Michael didn't protest, in fact, he was eager to get two cocks inside of him, thinking about it made his dick twitch.
Michael has been rather idle, just taking what he's given, no complaints and was quiet, happy to be on the receiving end. Either he's Jeremy's blissful, alluring angel or William's little heinous fuck-doll, he'll take whatever treatment he's given.
Jeremy teases, placing the tip inside him slowly, to which Michael whines quietly, the cock in his mouth making him hum.
"Fuck, you're such a slut" William exclaims, throat fucking his son, caressing his cheek.
"Who's my good boy?" Jeremy contradicts, praising the boy as he fucks him gently, eventually being inside him full.
Michael moans, thinking how ironic it is how both of them are contradictory.
"You need to fuck him rougher than that. A little pain won't hurt that useless bitch." The elder says sternly and with annoyance, Jeremy's gentle treatment and occasional praising seems to torment him.
Jeremy scoffs yet follows, picking the pace up as he goes down and forms little marks on Michael's trembling state.
Michael's mind was foggy, he couldn't see and he can barely move, he was too focused on getting fucked, he's nothing but a shuddering mess who's being played, he can't form any sound other than muffled noises.
"See? Isn't that better?, you're quite a learner." William says as he momentarily pulls out, to which Michael breathes out heavily and huffs, tears visibly streaming down his red cheek.
"Now let's try another position" William mutters as he fondles his cock lightly
Jeremy listens, he pulls out for a moment to, which made Michael whine, he shushes him ardently and places him on his feet, backing away from the desk. Michael meeting the cold air promptly, unaccustomed from the sudden turn of events.
William shortly goes to the other side, going in front of Michael "let's take these off." He says and takes a hold of his hands, untying the cloth that left a red mark around his wrists.
Jeremy bends Michael down tenderly and holds his hips for support, to which made the brunette face his father's hard cock, William takes a hold at his hair and motions him to suck at it.
Michael silently obeys as he gently holds his father's thigh in order to support himself, placing little licks at the cock.
Jeremy grunts softly, placing his cock inside of him once again, thrusting roughly as he listens to Michael's little gagged moans.
"Is this is the only thing you're good at? taking cocks inside you until you can't anymore?" William spat, as he grips his son's hair, deep throating him.
"You're taking me so good" Jeremy purrs, taking a good look at his little darling's shivering state.
"You're just daddy's little pathetic whore."
"You're my little darling angel"
Praise this, degrade that, Michael sighs, he was too concentrated on the sexual high he was in, barely even keeping up with whatever the fuck those two kept telling him. Contrary to what William thinks, he doesn't care if he's being degraded or praised, he likes both and he'll eat them up.
Panting heavily, Michael takes the cock that was leaking pre-cum off his mouth as Jeremy hits the spot, letting a high pitched moan whilst his legs tremble, the blindfold getting stained with tears as he attempts to put an endeavor in pleasuring both of them.
"You've seem to hit the spot." William utters, as he strokes the brunette's messy shoulder length hair with both hands.
"M-more, please." Michael entreats at Jeremy, purring around his father's dick lovingly like a whore he is.
Grasping roughly at his hips, he swiftly rammed in him at a rapid speed, making Michael squeak as he tries to tease William's cock.
"Ah, you're so tight. Just like a slut." Jeremy mutters under his breath, smirking, painting his back full of little marks like a blank canvas, concomitantly stroking Michael's cock softly.
Well, William be damned. He didn't even expect for that boy to say that, where did the amiable and benevolent Jeremy go?
"You might as well be a natural." William tells earnestly as he glances down and work on throat fucking his son.
Michael sobbed, his body being in an appalling, quivering condition for being violated so generously and beautifully.
They were close, reaching at their climax, Jeremy buries himself deep inside Michael whilst William throws his head back as he came in the boy's mouth, Jeremy cumming also not long after.
Feeling the hot semen that Michael was filled of, he takes the cock off his mouth, swallowing the seed keenly, a few cum drooling from his jaw, a string of semen leaving off his own cock timidly.
"What a cum dump, you like getting filled, don't you?" William murmurs with a deep hoarse voice, proceeding to pat his reddened cheek soothingly.
With one last kiss, Jeremy pulls out of Michael's hole, semen dripping.
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"Say, Blondie, why don't you clean him up and do aftercare for him? That fuckdoll could barely stand." William orders and took a glance at the boy who was curled up and resting on the sofa with a blanket on, still filled while the other two was unfairly cleaned.
"Of course, Sir. I always do that." Jeremy states out enthusiastically.
"Sure. Always." William mocks and seemed to be aggrieved.
And with that, Jeremy lifted the wrapped boy, still with the blanket on.