Page 32 of Come and Get Me
I heard Bruce growl in lust right before he brought his hand down on Ryan’s plump ass once more. Sure, he claimed he didn’t like it, but secretly, he loved when Ryan disobeyed him. On the other hand, Ryan loved to be disciplined. They really were the perfect fucking couple. I was so damn tired, I swayed as I stood in the doorway, watching them.
“Move,” Dante said from behind me. I stepped to the side and he walked past me, straight to the bed where he collapsed.
Bruce looked up from Ryan’s fuckable ass to toss a glance at Dante, then turned to me and laughed. “Looks like the King rode you both hard and put you away wet and sticky. How was it?”
“I loved every second of fucking and being fucked by him. He’s amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like him,” I admitted.
Bruce nodded. “And you never will.” He winked at me, then continued to discipline his son.
I guess you could say that I wanted to do the same thing Dante did, just collapse into a coma, but something about watching Bruce and Ryan in their element turned me on. My dick started to harden even after the workout King Evander gave me. The sun was almost up, my body probably couldn’t take another orgasm… but damn, I might try to shoot off one more load before I called it a night. I walked over to the chair by the window, which was now shielded with titanium blinds like all of our windows.
After we were attacked a few weeks back, our Father took some extra precautions. He wanted to make sure we’d be safe from any future attacks, especially while we slept during the day. Anyway, I plopped down in that chair and started removing my clothes as I watched Bruce spank Ryan. His huge hand left red marks on Ryan’s pale ass, but because Ryan was a vampire, the marks quickly disappeared. I was sure that was the only thing that probably put the slightest damper on Bruce’s fun. Not that it mattered in the long run.
“Are you going to shoot that boy cock off again without my permission?” Bruce asked after his last slap.
“Oh Daddy, I…I might do it again. Try as I may, I can’t stop cumming when your cock is inside my tight boy pussy. Ahhh Daddy, the way your big, beautiful dick strokes my boyclit… I can’t help myself. Daddy, it’s all your fault,” Ryan said, and very boldly, I might add.
I had spit into my palm and was stroking my own dick as I enjoyed the show. I moaned as my fingers played with my sensitive cock head. God, my body was still so responsive to any type of stimulation. I was going to be shooting off another load soon.
“You’re blaming me for why you can’t control yourself, boy?” Bruce asked as he rubbed Ryan’s desirable buns.
“Mmmm, yes, Daddy. Ooooh, that feels so good,” Ryan purred, jiggling his ass some more.
“What if I decided you don’t get Daddy’s dick at all tomorrow night?” Bruce asked with an evil grin.
Ryan turned to look at Bruce as he raised himself partially. “Oh Daddy, don’t be so cruel. I’d just die if I don’t get to feel my Daddy’s dick deep inside my pussy. Oh please, Daddy, fuck me hard and dump all of your cum in my slut holes.”
Bruce growled and I could sense his lust spiking as Ryan hit all of his kinks. “Well, I guess you’ve got a decision to make, don’t you?”
“What’s that, Daddy?” Ryan asked as he bit his bottom lip, and batted his baby blues, totally manipulating Bruce.
“Are you going to behave?”
Ryan gave Bruce a very cheeky grin and shook his head. “No, Daddy. I’m a very, very bad boy. I need to be spanked on my cock and ass, Sir.”
Bruce’s growl grew deeper and I knew he was about to plow Ryan good. He stood up and tossed Ryan on the bed. “Spread your legs, boy, and show me that slutty cunt hole.”
Ryan quickly obliged, spreading his ass cheeks and showing off his shaved asshole in all its sweet, wrinkled glory. “Like this, Daddy?”
Bruce spit a nice amount of saliva into his palm and was stroking his cock, getting it wet. “Mmmm, yeah… just like that. Because of you being such a naughty, mouthy cumwhore, I’ve worked up a load I need to dump in your snatch, boy.”
Ryan giggled in delight. “Oh yes, Daddy. Use me like the hussy I am.”
I moaned in response to what I was hearing and seeing. Ryan loved being fucked. He’d probably be insulted if anyone ever asked him to top. I mean, he had a “Daddy’s Cum Dump” tattoo right over his ass with an arrow pointing down. He knew what he wanted out of life, and Bruce was the man, or in their case, the vampire he’d been waiting for.
“Enjoying the show, little bro?” Bruce asked me.
I grunted as my balls tightened. “Fuck yeah.”
“I can tell,” Bruce said with a snicker. He practically trembled as he slid his cock inside Ryan’s hole.
“Oooh Daddy. Yeah… oh, it feels so good. Fuck me hard, Daddy. I deserve it. Make me feel pain, make it hurt,” Ryan begged.
Bruce grabbed the back of Ryan’s head and pressed his face into the mattress. “Shut that whore mouth, boy!” he growled.
I looked at them, on the other side of the bed was Dante, completely out cold. It was really nothing for us to sleep while someone was fucking on the bed. It happened every night, so the gentle rocking didn’t really bother us. I turned my attention back to Bruce and Ryan, and they were really going at it. Bruce was slamming his cock home with each thrust and Ryan was moaning and cooing like the cock slut he was.
“Ahhhh Daddy! Oh, your big dick, Daddy… It’s too much. It’s making my boy pussy quiver!” Ryan declared.
