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When Johnny awoke, it was to the feeling of pressure. A warm hand cupped him, encasing his cunt in a solid grip. It didn’t do anything else— just held him. He whined, legs squirming, and clutched his stuffed doggie closer.
“Daddy,” Johnny whimpered. Unintentionally, he leaned into the steady contact. It felt strange between his thighs. "Papa said— Papa said only I should touch my Prince parts."
Behind him, Price cooed. The arm that wasn't shoved down the front of his shorts dragged Soap closer. It was solid over his chest. "That's 'cause people who want to touch your Prince parts can hurt you, baby." Price's lips pressed behind the shell of his ear. He shivered. "But Daddy and Papa would never hurt you, would we? That's why we can touch them."
Johnny sank into the warmth of the body behind him. The man's logic wasn't wrong— at least to his fuzzy mind. Daddy and Papa wanted what was best for him. They could touch his Prince parts, because they weren't just anyone. They loved him. They took care of him.
"Okay," he hummed, relaxing into the touch. "Why does it feel weird?" A choked sound was forced from his throat as the fingertips over him began to rub. It was a short little 'come hither' motion, but it made the space behind his navel flutter. It was so intense, so sudden, almost like he was going to be sick.
Price laughed. He felt it rumble through him where they were pressed together. "It's why no one but me and Papa can touch you, baby. Makes you feel soooo good. Do you want Daddy to make you feel good?" Those wicked fingers pressed a little harder, dug a little deeper. When Johnny bucked into the hold, his little cock rubbed against the heel of Price's hand. It shocked a moan out of him.
"Daddy," he gasped helplessly. One of Price's fingers sunk into him with ease. He felt so slippery down there. So sticky. It clung to his shorts and made him squirm. Price hummed into his neck. "Daddy, don' like my shorts!"
"Are they in the way, my Prince?" Price chuckled. "Does Daddy need to help you undress?"
"Yes, please!" He nodded quickly. Daddy could make him feel even better then, right? Because he wouldn't be trapped and sticky. He was no stranger to being naked in front of Daddy and Papa. They bathed him and helped him get dressed all the time. Why would this be any different? He loved his Daddy. He was so sweet to him. He'd taken time out of his busy day to care for Johnny, after all. Even though all he had wanted to do was nap.
Price rolled him onto his back. The warmth behind him had parted, but Daddy wasn't leaving him, so it would be okay. He was just above him, helping him wriggle out of his shorts. Daddy was kind like that. He didn't make Johnny do anything by himself when he was small. Price settled between his legs when they were finally off. The man's hands were on his hips as he looked down at him— splayed out on the pillows, open and trusting. He smiled. Johnny grinned back.
"Better, baby boy? Can Daddy make you feel good, now?" There was something dark to the man's eyes— a glint he couldn't quite read. But, the Captain was a curious individual, and Johnny held nothing but love and trust for him. What else could a child do besides trust their Daddy and Papa?
"Mhm," he hummed. He fumbled to grab his doggie where it had rolled while they messed with his shorts. He hardly ever parted with it when he was small. He loved it so much. Papa had gotten it for him for being a good boy while getting stitches. Doggie even had a stitch in the same place he had gotten his— right above his eye. He whined when the stuffie was just out of reach. He looked to Price. "Doggie, Daddy? Can't reach 'im."
Price gazed down at him for a long moment. "If I get Doggie for you, can Daddy try something?"
Johnny nodded eagerly. "Mhm! Jus' want Doggie, Daddy."
Price smiled. It wasn't sweet, but he thought it was pretty anyway. The man leaned over, stretching just a bit to grab one of the toy's legs. Johnny giggled as it was once more in his grasp. He held it up above him, shaking it slightly to watch the legs flap.
He paid no mind to what Daddy was doing now. He had his Doggie, and Daddy would never hurt him.
He felt the man's hands on his inner thighs, pushing his legs open further. He complied easily. It was just Daddy, after all.
He kicked out at the feeling of something warm and wet dragging over his cock. He dropped his doggie in shock, eyes wide. He scrambled for a hold on— something. He ended up with his hands tangled in Price’s hair. The man's head was between his legs, and it was his tongue lapping at him like an animal. Johnny whined. His thighs tried to clench around Price’s head.
Instead of scolding him, Price's arms wrapped around his legs and dragged them closer. That tongue doubled down, sucking around him now. Johnny whined yet again. It was a reedy sound— high and desperate. His hips bucked. He felt something in him snap— in the same spot behind his navel that had made him feel sick.
His back arched, head digging into the pillows behind him. Daddy’s tongue licked over the length of him while his nerves zinged. He'd never felt so exhausted. But he did feel good— just like Daddy had promised.
Price parted with a wet smack of his lips. "You taste so good, baby. Thank you for trusting Daddy. Did that feel okay?" His words were purely sweet— no hint of that earlier, darker glint.
Johnny just nodded, making grabby hands at the man. Doggie sat forgotten on his chest. Price crawled up his body with a laugh and greeted him with a kiss. His lips tasted funny— sour and slightly creamy. Johnny didn't pay much mind to it. He loved Daddy’s kisses after all.
"Will you let Daddy play with you again, sweetheart? I had a lot of fun. I hope you did too."
Johnny grinned dopily. He could already feel slumber creeping in on him. He had started his nap for a reason…
"Anything, Daddy. Love you…"
He felt a tender kiss being pressed to his cheek before his world truly began to fade. "Love you too, baby boy."
Johnny loved his Papa more than anything. He played the best games, gave the best cuddles, and told the bestest stories. He was big and strong and Johnny never felt safer than when he was with his Papa. Simon was a good man, and though he may have appeared scary on the outside, he was softer than Doggie on the inside.
He was sat on Papa's lap right now. He had put a show on for Johnny to watch. It was late, and they were alone in the 141's small rec room. It used to be Ghost’s office, but he and Papa shared now. So this small space was their own.
He nuzzled his face into the stretch of skin below Simon’s chin. He wasn't wearing his mask. Johnny liked it this way. Papa gave great cheek rubs. The man huffed softly, hands squeezing slightly where they rested on Johnny's back. The show had been nothing but background noise for a while, but it was nice. Papa understood that.
Johnny rested his hand on Simon's sternum. He could just barely see those rich brown eyes from this angle. It was mostly blindingly bright blonde lashes. "Papa?" Simon glanced down at him with a questioning hum. "Why don't you play with me like Daddy does?"
Daddy made him feel good all the time. He loved it. He didn't have to do anything other than lay there and take it. It was like nothing else. No matter what Daddy did, it was good. Even when he took over babysitting duty from Papa to have him sit on his lap for a few hours. Daddy was so thick and filled him up so nicely. But he'd always get a good creampie afterward— that's what Daddy called it. He said it was a reward.
Simon's hand drifted slowly up his back in a soothing gesture. "What do you mean, luv?" He laughed softly. It was quiet, barely a puff of air. "You and Daddy invented a new game without me, hm?"
Johnny giggled softly. His fingers danced over Simon's chest. "No, it's Daddy’s game." He closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the solid frame the Lieutenant provided. "Makes me feel good. I like playing it. Cause Daddy loves me." He cracked an eye open, peering up at Simon. "Do you love me, Papa?"
Simon gently guided him to straddle his thighs. He was forced to meet the man's eyes this way. A hand cupped his cheek— the other remained on his hip. "Of course I love you, my Prince. Papa loves you so much. Would playing this game make you feel better? It's pretty late…"
Johnny beamed. "It always puts me to sleep, Papa! Daddy says— says that I don't calm down a lot. But I can listen!"
Simon shook his head fondly. His thumb stroked the soft skin below Johnny’s eye. "We love your energy so much. Don't forget that. We love all of you." Papa was so good to him. He said the nicest things.
"I know, Papa." He pouted. "Play with me now?"
Simon sighed. "Alright. But you have to show me how to play, okay? Papa's new to this."
Eagerly, he grabbed at the hand Simon had on his hip. He dragged it to his clothed pussy— which is what Daddy told him to call it, because every pretty pussy deserved to be acknowledged— and ground against it. He whimpered quietly.
"There, Papa. Play with me there!"
Simon's eyes were wide, pupils so contracted he could hardly see them. He looked… hollow. Gaunt. His hand trembled where it still cupped Johnny's cheek.
"Johnny," he whispered. "Does Daddy touch you there? Does he play with your Prince parts?"
He smiled. "Mhm. 'Cause he loves me. Other people aren't allowed to touch me there— like you said! I listen! But you an' Daddy won't hurt me. So you can touch my Prince parts! Cause you make me feel good."
Simon's other hand wriggled out of Johnny’s grasp to cup his other cheek. "Johnny, baby love, Prince parts are for adults. Not little boys. Daddy shouldn't be touching you there— even though you love him."
His brow furrowed with a pout. He didn't get it. Daddy’s reasoning made sense— and it felt good. Why would it be bad if it felt good? Daddy and Papa kept him safe when being an adult was too scary. Why wasn't Papa agreeing with Daddy?
"Do you understand, Johnny? Do you get that only you can touch your Prince Parts? Not me, not Daddy— no one."
He whined. "No! I can't make myself feel good, Papa! Why won't you play with me?" He sniffled. Tears began to blur his vision. A sob bubbled from his throat. Simon caught him as he pitched forward into his shoulder. "Don't you love me? Daddy plays with me cause he loves me? Haven't I been good? Don't I deserve a creampie? I haven't caused trouble since dinner!"
Simon's arms were almost painfully tight around him. He made a strange choking sound. "No, honey. No— Johnny, no. I don't know how to explain it to you. I'm so sorry. Baby, I'm so sorry."
Johnny heard the door creak open behind the couch. He couldn't see it from where his face was smushed into Simon’s shoulder. But, the man sobbed, arms somehow tightening. He squirmed at the pressure.
"What's happening?" He heard Price coo. "Did he have a nightmare?"
"Don't come any closer," Simon growled. It scared Johnny. Simon never put on his Ghost voice when his head felt fuzzy. It was just Daddy. Why was Papa angry?
"Simon," Price sounded confused. More footsteps followed. "What's gotten into you? Can I get you some water? A snack? Your mask?"
"No— no!" Simon's arms clutched Johnny closer. One of his hands came up to cradle the back of his head, keeping his face there. "You know what you did. My poor Prince. He's just a boy…"
Price gave a great, heaving sigh. It sounded like he was right behind them. He didn't understand why Papa was upset. Johnny just wanted to play. "I would never dream of hurting him, Simon. You know that. I'd never hurt any of you boys."
"Then why—"
"Does he look upset? Does he look hurt? You're the one that's scaring him."
"You know better!" Simon cried. "You're an adult! He doesn't understand! He can't consent like this!"
Johnny felt Price's hand on his scalp. His fingers scratched a gentle rhythm. "Baby? Does Daddy play with you when you say you're too tired, or not in the mood?"
"No, Daddy." The words were muffled by the way he was still flush with Simon's shoulder. "Daddy always asks. Always listens."
"Has Daddy ever forced himself on you? Have I ever made you feel unsafe? Have I ever hurt you?"
Simon sobbed. Still, Johnny answered. "No, Daddy. Always listen. Always nice. Makes me feel good. Your— your pee-pee is a lot sometimes." His face flushed at the admittance. "But it feels good." His voice quieted. "Just makes me feel like I'm gonna pee sometimes… even though I'm too big for accidents."
Price cooed. "You should tell me next time, baby boy. Big boys make those kinds of accidents all the time. It's not a bad thing."
"There will be no next time!" Simon shouted. "He doesn't know what you're doing to him, you dick!"
"Bad word, Papa! Not allowed to say bad words!"
Simon nuzzled into the top of his head. "I know. You're right. Papa shouldn't have said that."
Price patted his scalp before his hand left. "He asked you for it, didn't he, Simon? You didn't even give it a chance."
Johnny finally managed to pry his head free. He nuzzled into the side of Simon’s face. It was wet. He didn't like when Papa cried. Daddy usually took him, then, but Papa seemed like he needed hugs right now. "Play with me, Papa? Please? You can't hurt me because you love me. Why won't you make me feel good?"
Price laughed softly. He came around the side of the couch to crouch in front of them.
"Why don't you tell Papa about all your favorite things, baby boy?" Johnny shifted to look at Price. He was smiling. He had a hand on Simon's knee. "What are your favorite games to play?"
"Like when you use your tongue, Daddy. Kisses taste weird afterward, though." Price laughed at that. Johnny hummed as he leaned further into Simon. "Like when Daddy uses his pee-pee. Makes my pretty pussy feel good. It's so full an'— an’ warm." He pressed a kiss to Simon’s neck. The muscles jumped under his lips. "Why won't you use your pee-pee on me, Papa? Wanna feel full."
"C'mon, Simon," Price lilted. "Take care of your boy. Be good." Papa sobbed again. Johnny whined. "Why don't you get Papa started, baby? Show him how you like to feel good. He needs a little help."
"M'kay," he giggled. His hands wiggled between them. His fingers fumbled with the button of Simon’s jeans. Papa didn't help him like Daddy usually did, but that was okay. Daddy said Papa needed help.
Papa was hot and heavy in his hands when he finally pulled him out. His cock was still a little soft, but that was okay. Simon tensed around him as his fingers pulled back the foreskin covering its head. Johnny wanted to see it. Daddy didn't have foreskin. Papa's pee-pee looked like it was hiding.
"Johnny, baby," Simon wheezed as Johnny fingered the little slit at the top of his cock. "You don't have to do this. Daddy can't make you do anything you don't want to. Papa will protect you. Okay? Papa will—"
He hummed. He looked back at Price. "Daddy? Can you help me get my shorts off? Papa still needs help standin' up."
"Course I can." He watched as Price pulled a knife out of his back pocket and flipped it open. "Stay still, baby. Daddy will get you some new shorts later."
It was strange to be cut out of his shorts, but Daddy knew what was best. The fabric slid off of him without incident once it had been sliced. It was a lot easier than trying to take them off properly would have been. Daddy was so smart. Simon shivered under him. His cock twitched in his grasp. He was almost fully hard, now. It made Johnny grin.
"Thank you for playin', Papa," Johnny murmured as he rose up on his knees. Papa looked like he was a lot bigger than Daddy. He wasn't sure it would fit. But, Daddy would tell him if it was too big for his pretty pussy. He's sure of it. Daddy would never want him to hurt.
Price's hands helped keep Simon's cock steady while Johnny focused on lowering himself onto it. It was so thick. Johnny couldn't help but moan the moment the blunt head began pressing at his slick folds. He was still open from that morning's game with Daddy, but it wasn't nearly enough to quench the burn. Papa was gasping, though. Daddy gasped when he felt good. That meant Johnny was doing a great job.
He felt like he'd been split in two by the time he was finally flush with Simon's lap again. The man's arms were like a vise around him, keeping him locked in place. His cock hadn't stopped twitching. Johnny giggled at the thought that it was trying to hide away in its skin. Pee-pees were so silly. His didn't do that.
He looked up at his Papa. The Lieutenant's eyes were glossy with tears— his cheeks shined with them. He pouted. "Move, Papa? Please?"
"Johnny…" Papa sobbed. He whined in response. Why wasn't Papa moving?
"Can't make myself feel good, Papa! Please? Can't I have a creampie?"
The buck of Simon's hips seemed involuntary. It was stuttered and weak. But, Johnny had a front-row seat to the way the man's eyes rolled back into his head. The next thrust seemed far more intentional.
Price spoke up. "He takes it so well, doesn't he, Simon? He's got a pussy made for cock. You know that. You've used it before. He's so much sweeter now, isn't he? Feels better too." Price laughed. Johnny moaned as Papa hit that funny spot inside of him. "Tell Papa about it, baby boy. Just like you tell Daddy."
"Your pee-pee feels so good, Papa!" He swore Simon twitched at the description— at the name he gave the man's cock. "Like when you touch my Prince parts! Only Daddy and Papa can use them!"
Simon mewled. It was a low, grating sound. As if he couldn't help it. "...Only," Simon panted. "Only Daddy and Papa."
"That's it, Simon," Price rumbled behind them. "Fuck him good. He's a whore for it. A good little fleshlight."
"What's—" He keened. Papa played with him so hard. "What's a fleshlight, Daddy?"
Surprisingly, Papa answered him. "It's something– hah– Daddies and Papa's use to feel good. Like how– ngh, fuck, hah– your Prince parts feel good right now."
"Does your pee-pee feel good, Papa? Am I a good— fleshlight? Will it cream in me soon? Or– or! Will your silly skin get in the way?"
Johnny wailed as Papa forced him down hard. Simon hit something in him that Daddy never had. It was almost painful, but not quite. It felt like his abdomen was being battered. He felt that familiar, sickly heat building behind his navel.
"Think you hit his cervix, Simon. Gonna make your baby have a baby?"
"Right there, Papa!" Johnny yowled. It felt so good. He'd never felt like this before. Papa really was the best. The Lieutenant just held him closer, sobbed louder.
"Thank you, Johnny," he hiccupped. "Feel so— s-oh good hah. You wanted a— fuck you Price, I’ll kill you— a creampie?"
"Please!" That heat felt so close to snapping. "Please, Papa! Please! " Simon's cock was leaking. He could feel it. "Give me your cream! Make your pee-pee give me your cream!"
If Simon was animalistic before, he was rabid now. His legs spread wider for better leverage. He kept hitting that bruising spot inside of Johnny like he was trying to break in. He wondered if the man could. Could he get a creampie there too? Would it feel good? That knot snapped at the thought.
He shouted right as he felt Simon's cock start pumping. His cream was so warm. It seared his insides, warming that strange area he kept hitting. It was a wonderful feeling to settle into as his own peak began to fade from his body. It felt like so much. Papa had a lot of cream to give. His balls must have been so full— that's what Daddy said when he gave him a lot of cream.
Simon melted back into the couch cushions after his pee-pee stilled. Johnny sank along with him. Still, Papa cried. It was strange.
"I'm so sorry, baby. Johnny, I'm so sorry. Fuck— just kill me."
"Hush, Simon. Does Papa have anything to be sorry for, love?"
"No, Daddy," Johnny hummed. He was so sleepy. "Papa made me feel so good. Gave me so much cream. Thank you for the creampie, Papa."
"Good boy, using your manners. Say thank you to your boy, Simon? For letting you use his pretty pussy? You have to set a good example for children. How else will they remember?"
"...Thank you, my perfect Prince."
Papa sounded weird, but Johnny was too tired to figure it out. He was safe and warm in Papa's lap, and his Prince parts were nice and full. He was content.