Page 33 of Come and Get Me
That was when I lost it. My dick grew stiffer in my hands and I groaned low and long as thick, creamy ropes of cum shot from my cock, hitting the floor, my thighs, and fingers.
“Yeah, shoot that jizz, little bro,” Bruce cheered as I shook in the chair while my dick dribbled spunk down my fingers.
“Whooo fuck!” I gasped, then spasmed a few more times as the last waves of my orgasm began to fade.
“Do you see what you did to your uncle, you little cock gobbler? You made him blow his fat wad all over the place. What do you say?” Bruce asked Ryan as he fucked his ass mercilessly, grunting like a beast with each thrust.
Ryan’s laugh was wicked and slightly broken as his body was pounded into the mattress by his Daddy. “I—I’m sor…ry, Uncle No-el, for m-making your dick spit…up.”
I chuckled and rose to my feet, then walked over there. I held my cum-covered fingers by his face. “Then you better clean up this mess you made me make.”
Ryan’s smile widened. “Yes, Uncle.” He leaned forward, parting those sexy fucking lips, and sucked my fingers between them. I moaned in satisfaction as his tongue lapped at the cum clinging to my flesh. He sucked each finger like it was a cock, getting them whistle clean.
I smiled. “You fucking spunk guzzling whore,” I teased.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” Bruce growled, right before his body went rigid. “Oohh shit… fuck… breeding your cunt, boy. I’m planting my seed.” He roared and spasmed as he came deep inside Ryan’s guts, emptying his balls of their load.
“Ahhhh, yes, Daddy… I feel you shooting your baby batter inside my boy pussy. Breed me, Daddy… breed me!”
Ryan was positively delighted to have Bruce using his body the way he was. The smile on his face was full of so much bliss, if this was his last fuck, he’d die happy. Bruce grunted and pumped his powerful hips two final times, then he pulled out. His dick was slick and glistening with anal fluids and cum. A drop of jizz dripped from his Prince Albert penis ring onto Ryan’s left ass cheek. I leaned over and licked it off. I couldn’t help myself. When I saw cum… all I saw was a delicious treat.
“Taste good, little bro?” Bruce asked me when I righted myself.
I nodded, then climbed on the bed. “I know how much you loved shooting it inside of him by how succulent the flavor was,” I said as I made myself comfortable under the fresh, clean sheets. We had to have clean sheets every day because every night they’d end up covered in loads of sperm and sweat… and in Dante’s case, sometimes piss. He was the only one among us whose body still had those evacuation functions because of his wolf blood.
Of course, it was the job of the youngest among us to make sure we had fresh sheets. That meant Jace had to do the deed every night before dawn. Something he’d made the mistake of complaining about at first. But after his Father, Derek, set him straight, he did it without making a fuss over it. Speaking of Derek and Jace, they weren’t in the bedroom yet. I bet they were in the newly-improved sex dungeon fucking their brains out. Derek loved to be dominated sexually, but that was where his submission ended. Jace understood those terms, now. In the beginning, there was some confusion about who was the true boss in their relationship. Not anymore.
As for the new dungeon… our old one had been trashed in a fit of rage by my brothers when we’d lost one of our own. Théoden didn’t waste any time in replacing it, so that was good. I enjoyed taking Romeo down there when the mood struck me and I’d have my way with him. Speaking of my son, he wasn’t home either. The sun would be up soon, so I didn’t really like him cutting it this close. Unlike me, he couldn’t withstand the ultraviolet rays, he’d die. I closed my eyes and contacted him telepathically.
Where the fuck are you?I asked.
I’m about five minutes away. I’ll be home soon. Don’t worry, Sire,he replied.
I don’t like when you cut it this close,Romeo.
I know, Sire.
That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?
I’m not going to let the sun burn me to a crisp, if that’s what you’re worried about, Sir. I’ll be home in three minutes.
Good.I ended my telepathic connection.
I watched Bruce slap Ryan’s ass cheek one more time before telling him to roll over. His son obliged, and when he flipped onto his back, his hard, pierced cock bounced up, looking for attention.
Bruce reached down, grabbing it. “Does my little boy want to cum?” he asked.
Ryan chewed on his bottom lip and nodded. “Yes, Daddy. I need to cum so badly for you.”
Bruce grinned and started stroking Ryan’s dick nice and slow. “You wanna cum for your Daddy?”
Ryan moaned and reached down, pinching and twisting both of his nipples. “Oooh, Daddy, you’ve got my tits tingling.”
“Pump your cock in my hand, boy.” Bruce kept his fist cupped around Ryan’s cock as his son began moving his hips, stroking his dick with Bruce’s hand. “Yeah, that’s it. You better make yourself cum in the next thirty seconds, boy, or you won’t get to shoot your load until the next time I feel like letting you cum. 1…2…3…” he said, starting the countdown.
“Oooh, Daddy, so much pressure, ooooo,” Ryan purred in pleasure. He was loving this shit. His hips pumped faster as his dick pistoned inside Bruce’s grip. He was leaking a ton of precum, which made Bruce’s tight fist slick, a perfect combination for the reverse jack-off session they were having. Ryan’s chest started to heave and his face contorted in a way that meant only one thing.
“Yeah… yeah… that’s it… give it to your Daddy!” Bruce encouraged.
