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“Yeah, you do,” Jules taunted, rubbing Brick’s cock and squeezing. “Look how fuckin’ hard you are for Daddy.” He pulled out his thumb, grunting as he lifted up his ass just enough to pull his sweats down.

Brick watched Jules’s fat cock bounce against his stomach, and dropping to the floor to kneel before him felt like the most natural thing in the world. He helped Jules step out of his sweats, and then he pushed himself between his thick thighs, gazing up at him adoringly.

“Go on, baby boy,” Jules urged, grabbing the base of his cock and rubbing it on Brick’s lower lip. “Suck my cock. Daddy’s gonna fuck your mouth real good.”

Brick licked several fat stripes up the side of Jules’s cock to get it good and wet so his lips would slide more easily when Jules pushed inside his mouth. His eyes watered at Jules thrusting deep right from the start, and he moaned helplessly as Jules twisted his fingers in his hair to hold him in place.

“See? This is a much better use for your mouth, isn’t it?” Jules chuckled as he thrusted hard, using his grip on Brick’s hair to keep him right where he wanted him. “Mmm, Daddy loves fuckin’ your mouth. You feel so damn good.”

Brick sucked in precious oxygen through his nose, drool running from around his lips as Jules fucked into his throat. He closed his eyes, whimpering and trying to keep his mouth open wide. He could feel his teeth grazing the sides of Jules’s cock from how roughly he was thrusting, but Jules didn’t seem to care.

If anything, it only seemed to excite Jules more.

Though tears blurred his vision, Brick did his best not to look away from Jules. He wanted to capture forever how Jules was gazing down at him, with such passion and heat, and he swore his entire body was on fire. He was hot, sweating, his face flushed and skin prickling from his intense efforts.

Each brutal slam made his jaw throb, and he clawed at Jules’s thighs. He almost forgot about the stitches and had to quickly redirect his hand to Jules’s knee. He was on the verge of choking, swallowing desperately so he didn’t gag. His pulse was thudding in his ears and he closed his eyes as he let himself go, allowing Jules to have full control and use his mouth however he wanted.

God, Brick couldn’t believe how turned on he was. Jules was fucking his throat with enough force for this to truly feel like a punishment, but he pushed himself closer to take Jules’s cock even farther. He kept going, advancing to his absolute limit, nose deep in Jules’s groin as Jules’s cock pounded the back of his throat.

“Oh, baby boy.” Jules pulled Brick off suddenly, panting. “You’re so good. So fuckin’ good.” He teasingly smacked his cock against Brick’s lips. “You almost made Daddy come. Mmm, you were so good.”

Brick gasped for air, turning his head to break the strand of spit dangling between his mouth and Jules’s cock. “Oh, Daddy. Fuck. Mmm, I love it.” He lapped hungrily at the head of Jules’s cock. “I love suckin’ you.”

“You do a damn fine job, baby boy. But I owe somebody some fucking, don’t I?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Get naked and go grab the lube.” Jules glanced at his empty glass on the table. “And the rest of the whiskey. If that bastard Junior didn’t drink it all.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Brick started to get up, but he was surprised when Jules stopped him with a hand on his cheek. “What is it?”

“You look so pretty right now,” Jules said. “Your lips are all red and shiny from suckin’ me. It’s like you got lip gloss or somethin’ on.” He kissed him softly.

Brick shivered, loving the sweet affection. It was the perfect contrast to the brutal face fucking he’d just endured, and he walked away with a smile. He stripped as he went, so he was naked when he walked back with the lube and whiskey. He made sure to walk with an extra swing in his step, drinking in Jules’s ravenous gaze.

He bent over very purposely to refill Jules’s glass, and he gasped when Jules popped his ass. He had certainly been inviting a smack, but he hadn’t expected Jules to hit him quite so hard.

Or that he would like it so much.

The flash of pain made him moan. “Fuck, Daddy.”

“You better go on and get that little asshole opened up, baby boy.” Jules smiled wickedly. “Because there is plenty more where that came from.”

Brick hadn’t had a single sip of liquor yet—hell, it wasn’t even noon—but he picked up the whiskey and took a big swig. He had a feeling he was going to need it. After several gulps and eyeing Jules’s very fresh stitches, he realized he wasn’t sure how he and Jules were going to do this. “How do you want me, Daddy?”

“Right here on this dick.” Jules caught what Brick was looking at, and he shook his head. “Don’t you worry about that, baby boy.”

Lube in hand, Brick crawled into Jules’s lap. He slicked up his fingers so he could reach back and push his fingers into his asshole. He went fast, making himself grunt from the quick stretch.

Jules pulled off his shirt and flung it to the floor. He slid his hands up Brick’s thighs, urging, “Come on, baby boy. You want my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Brick thrusted his fingers faster, grunting as the burn faded and he could fuck himself more easily. He added more lube just to be safe, and he made himself moan as his fingers plunged in deep without any discomfort. “There, Daddy. Fuck, I’m ready. I’m ready for you.”

“Let me see, baby.” Jules grabbed Brick’s ass, squeezing both cheeks before sliding his fingers inward to probe his hole.

Brick moved his hand, closing his eyes as Jules teased his asshole. Jules’s fingers were much thicker than his own, and he moaned happily as Jules pushed in to test how open he was.

“Good boy. You did a real good job gettin’ your asshole all ready for my cock.” Jules thrusted once more before pulling his fingers out. “Jump on it, baby boy. Show Daddy how much you fuckin’ want it.”

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