Damien was nervous.
Adam hadn't said a word after launching a fucking metal off of its hinges with a punch and declaring he was going to kill his older sister- oh fuck, why was that hot!? -and that made Damien a bit apprehensive. Adam was, uhm, quite extreme! He gave them both a helmet from somewhere on the bike, and they got onto the bike. Timothy also looked a bit apprehensive, after all, he was just "sold" to someone else... it wasn't the first time he was "sold" to someone, but nothing ever happened because Damien never allowed anything to happen. His expertise on computers came as a hobby, but his expertise on kicking guys in the balls came at a necessity. One precise strike was all he needed to get a creep away from his nephew or himself, and a call to the police later and- nothing would happen.
Well, nothing on his side of the problem.
He can't exactly leave his sister... where would he go, with no money and nobody left to help him? What would happen to his nephew without him there? What would he do? But, well, he doesn't know. Although Timothy is only 2 years younger than him, Damien still finds himself responsible for the boy because of the lazy attitude of the teenager's mother. When Adam said "I'm going to kill her" Damien almost got down on his knees to suck him off then and there to see if he would do it faster! As the bike slowed down at a nicer neighborhood, Damien couldn't quell the nervous muscle within his chest. Adam parked up his bike on a rather empty parking lot as they entered a newly opened apartment complex. It was a rather neat place, when compared to their own apartment complex- clean walls, clean, polished windows, the ground was also quite clean too!
They took the elevator after walking in, nobody really seemed to be around much, not even security. They went up to the 10th floor, whereupon Adam simply picked him and Tommy up, with one arm each. He just- lowered his body, cupped their asses with his forearms, and lifted them up! "Holy-" Tommy was the one who reacted, letting out this high pitched "Heee", sounding like a little animal that got surprised. His hands darted forward and he held on to Adam by pulling unto his neck, making the man huff and chuckle. Angry and embarrassed (probably more embarrassed than angry) "-warn a guy!"
"Brat." Was all Adam said back. He kept walking forward, not even embarrassed that others could possibly see them like this! Damien felt his cock harden at the physical contact, but that was quite normal for him. The woes of having hypersexuality, is that any action to his brain can be sexual, and he hates it. Have you ever seen something innocent, like a small circle with a hole in the middle? Damien's brain will interpret it as something to put his dick inside! He has a lot of trouble with arousal, which is literally a slight trigger away from happening constantly! Seriously, he hates it because after hours of having a hard on, it starts to truly hurt and not even rubbing one out helps because his refractory period is non-existent at this point.
Adam stopped in front of an apartment door with the number [666] on it, which was a bit ominous. He pulled out his key and opened the door, all while holding onto them! Tommy was now sitting on Adam's right shoulder while he was sitting on Adam's left shoulder, but alas they had to get down to get in the apartment- the moment they walked it, it was much, much better than their own apartment! Clean, small but tidy, and with a scent that permeated from the space as if it came along with the building... It was a beautiful combination of things that made Damien's horny brain immediately turn around to see Adam closing and locking the door behind him: "...How thin are the walls, sir?"
"You can call me daddy if you want to. Or Sir, Damien. I would like you to, but this isn't about me... This is about you." Ada- no, Daddy looked... tired? No, he looked apologetic. Taking his leather jacket off, Damien couldn't help but look at him... He was hairy, tall, muscular, and wide. He couldn't belive the guy was 18- there must be some sort of lie there, right? Maybe he's a science experiment or something! He is too good-looking to be natural. His tight white shirt really made his muscles pop, and his stubble beard was something that Damien couldn't help but imagine rubbing against his thighs and cheeks... Oh, he was talking! "-so I want to treat you. This is about your enjoyment, not mine." Damien missed a bunch of things, and the confused look he gave Adam must've sent the wrong message because he looked a bit sad? He schooled his face and turned to look at Tommy instead: "Oh, and you? Nephew of the guy, you're staying or leaving?"
"Definitely staying!"
"Definitely leaving!"
They looked at each other. Damien narrowed his eyes, Tommy looked jealously at him, and the only thing that broke their small petty competition was the soft and heavy chuckle from Daddy, who looked at them with fondness in his eyes. It was like he was watching two adorable little animals fighting for his attention, and that must look cute to him. "So, you don't want him to watch?" Damien paused for a moment before nodding, and that seemed to set Tommy off because he asked a single question that made Damien's brain shut off for a moment.
"Who said I'd only watch?" Timothy looked smug as he asked that question to him, turning to look at Daddy's eyes with a challenging look on his face: "So, do I call you daddy too, daddy?" There was a hint of sarcasm on his voice, making Daddy clench his fist with a look of... excitement? It looked like it but in the same way a tiger is excited to see a small bunny rabbit, and even Timothy seemed to feel it because his sarcasm seemed to drop but his defiance stood proudly as he glared a little back at him.
It was like watching a chihuahua bark at a wolf.
"You can't be serious." Damien spoke and immediately the tension broke, he had Daddy's eyes on him immediately and he missed Tim's shoulders sagging in relief for a moment as he didn't have Daddy's intense and kinda hot attention all over him with his bratty attitude. Seriously, he was like a drug to guys like Daddy! Brats who need to be put in their place was the number one favorite of most doms! Daddy started to walk towards his bed, taking his shirt off when he said: "Tim, you're 16!" And that made Daddy pause for a moment- Oh, he didn't know. He started to take his shirt off regardless! Once it was off, Damien couldn't take his eyes off of him...
"And? That's the age of consent, you idiot." Tim huffed, rolling his eyes and turning to look at daddy with a look of appreciation and desire. He heard the zipper opening and turned to look as daddy pulled his pants down, kicking his leather shoes off. He began folding his clothes and that was when he noticed that he was wearing only a jockstrap. He stretched, flexing his back and suddenly Damien felt the need to worship such a beautiful Adonis. "Woah..." Tim muttered under his breath and Damien couldn't blame him! Daddy was the perfect male, his body was most likely sculpted by the gods of olympus to tempt men. Daddy then bent down, giving them a good view of his ass, and Damien's mouth started watering.
He definitely did it on purpose.
It was clear after he asked "So, any of you boys hungry?" while emphasizing the word "hungry" as if he hadn't just pulled out a whole bakery out of his pants! Damien couldn't see a future in which daddy sits on his face and he is normal about it. He would most likely die of ass-phyxiation because he wouldn't let daddy go! Such a beautiful ass, it's a crime that it is hidden from the world. "I can cook you something." He turned to his rather humble small kitchenette, a few pants atop an oven with a counter on the side of the wall and a fridge. He also had a table! "It might not look like it, but I am a great cook." He opened the fridge and began to rummage through it while humming a small song under his breath.
"And has a great cock..." Damien whispered, wiping away the drool on his mouth- he did the same to Tim, giving the boy a grin when he blushed. They just looked at each other, and Damien knew there was no way Tim would leave now that he saw what and who Damien was going to sleep with tonight.
And by sleep, he means get his ass broken in so many ways.
"Thank you, Damien." Daddy chuckled- oh, he had said that too loudly? He turned around and settled down some eggs on the counter, then some bacon, and then some weird dough he had on his fridge. It smelled good, though! He threw a small slice of butter on the pan, turned the oven on, and returned to rummage through the kitchen. "You never told me what you'd like me to call you, Damien. I told you what I'd like to be called, but this is a new partnership..." He broke the first egg on the pan, the sizzling sounds of the butter melting met the sound of an egg being fried: "I am also fucking a few other guys, as you are well aware-" Daddy ignored the "wait, other guys?" from Tim and instead settled down an orange juice carton on the table and two cups for them with a smile: "-and they are mine. And I take care of who is mine." The way he said the word sounded really, really possessive. And that? That made Damien's bones go soft. Daddy chuckled at the expression on his face, making Damien blush, but he continued: "I might not have much-" he gestured to the apartment around them, the popping sounds of the egg frying making him turn his back to them. "-but I am serious about it."
"...okay." With nothing else to add to the impromptu speech daddy had given them, Damien turned to look at Tim who hadn't taken his eyes off of Daddy's ass. He rolled his eyes for a moment but that ass was like a magnet, so he took watched it! Muscular and firm, clearly the ass of someone who regularly does squats! His back too, the muscles were very defined and didn't look just for show... The bulk and the fat seemed to blend to make him look like a respectable bodybuilder. Without the, you know, chemicals that make them roided up.
"So, what do you want to be called?" Daddy's words made him pause for a moment. Hearing his silence drag out for more than 10 seconds, Daddy statted to speak again: "Well, there is the usual boy. Nothin' wrong with a cliche, right?" His bones vibrated with how hard Damien clenched his asshole after hearing that word come out of Daddy's mouth. "Then the more romantic sweetheart. I think this one is reserved for the slower, sweeter moments... Like whenever I'm pounding your hole slowly instead of trying to break you in two." Damien's face looked like he had gotten a sunburn from how red it got- he felt, uhm, quite adored just hearing that word come out of Daddy's mouth. And the description? That brought ideas into Damien's mind! Horny ones. "Then there's the one reserved for your nephew-" Damien saw Tim snap out of whatever horny thoughts and scenarios he was going through his head as he was mentioned: "-while I work on him, after all, he is a brat."
Damien would've missed it if he hadn't been watching, but Tim's whole body shuttered at once. His toes most definetly curled at being called a brat! Daddy's voice was a fucking drug.
"Then there's the naughtier ones... Slut-"
'Fuck.'
"-whore-"
'Yup, that's me!'
"-bitch-"
'Okay, is every word he's saying making me hornier? Why!? Brain, stop it!'
"-and its derivatives. Cockslut is my favorite, after all, you are one." Daddy pulled plates from somewhere, he wasn't paying attention to him because the next moment they had a breakfast meal before them on the table! "Eat up, boys. You'll need the energy for tonight... I intend to make you sweat and cry a lot, so I'll probably have to buy some mountain dew and other sodas for hydration." Daddy looked a lot more caring as he looked at them, and Damien felt... warm. Cared for like never before, and perhaps even a little bit loved in a way that wasn't romantic nor sexual, like a declaration of safety wrapped in a warm meal after a long day. He looked down at the plate then at Damien's lips, grinning: "You want me to add a special sauce?" Then he cupped his crotch, making Tim's eyes widen to large circles as he looked down. Damien's comfortable warmth of home melted into a raging fire of lust.
"Yes." Damien's answer was enthusiastically quick, making Daddy's grin widen enough to show teeth. Sharp, pearly white teeth. Damien made sure to make his voice as small and as submissive as he could when he asked: "Please?"
"Of course, baby-" Daddy pushed dragged the rim of his jockstrap down and a flaccid cock unfurled- because that was the only way he could wear anything! He had to tuck a little, which felt weird... Released from its cage, the monster cock grew very quickly as Damien saw a golden cock ring at the base, making him worry for Daddy because of the sheer amount of blood that rushed quickly down. But he looked fine! More than fine, really. He looked smug as Damien's jaw just dropped at the girth, size, thickness or whatever else because holy shit he can't think straight right now! "-here, right out of the bottle. Just for you... You can squeeze it out, can't you? You look like you'd love to."
His hands wrapped around the monster cock and his mind started to dampen a little. He began to move his hands along the length of the cock, almost in a hypnotic rythm of back and forth, back and forth. The foreskin covering the cock head being pulled back and pushed to cover the entire head as it began to slowly drip with precum.
"That's it... you're such a good boy."
Damien never felt so happy before. The praise made him feel things he never felt before, and his horny mind just turned up to 11 as he began to leak like a broken hose, wetting his underwear more and more.
"Go ahead, take a lick at it- you want to. I can see you drooling, boy."
And Damien did as he was told- and, oh fuck! It tasted really good. Like, unlike the cum he normally tasted (his own) or the cum from the only guy he fucked before (we don't talk about him), Daddy's cum made his tongue happy in ways he couldn't quite describe. It was pleasant, and he found himself licking away at the cock's head like a desperate whore, licking every droplet of precum he could get his tongue on as he continued to slowly move his hands back and forth with a more desperate rhythm. If his precum tasted so good, what about the real thing?
"Shit, you're so fucking eager! Just look at you, so fucking cute! Keep your hands tight and still around my cock, boy, hold on."
Damien followed what Daddy instructed him to the best of his ability, and judging by the way his arms were trembling slightly it meant he hadn't had the strength to hold the most magnificent cock in all of earth! And then, Damien's sub instincts started to blast his face with the eagerness for being put on his place and he knew it was only a matter of time before he has his hole spread open on top of this dinner table. Or that bed... By the time his hands were numb from rubbing too long and his jaws hurting from being open wide for too long, his Daddy began to rub his own cock with a large grin: "Here you go baby, say 'ahhh'!" Damien opened his mouth as wide as he could and- "All over your face now!"
Damien's face was warm.
"Ah..." He looked down at his eggs, bacon, and pancakes- they had a rather deliciois white sauce. "T-thank you... daddy..."
"Brat." Daddy turned to look at Tim, who was... oh, he had a hand on his cock, which he had been rubbing. He had been rubbing one out while he did the same to daddy- and, honestly? Fair! Daddy looked at Tim's hands covered in white and be frowned, a look of frustation and hardened resolve: "Who told you were allowed to do that?" The moment he asked that question, Tim's face turned a bit... Uhm, challenging? He looked determined to argue with daddy, who did not give a fuck: "I was going to let you have a taste out of the source too, but I guess you'll have to lick your uncle's face clean."
"First of all, I can rub one out if i want to!"
'Oh no-' Damien could see what was coming.
"Second of all-"
A hand wrapped around his throat. Tim immediately stopped speaking and looked up. He saw Daddy's annoyed look and he was unable to speak further. "Now, listen here you little brat." A shiver went down Damien's body after hearing such... anger mixed in with lust and annoyance all wrapped into a bundle of horny! "You'll listen to. You will obey, or I will pick you up and walk downstairs to the lobby, fuck you on the elevator all the way down and drop you off where everybody can see how much of a whore you are. And I'll lock the door and use your uncle all night long, maybe ignoring the knocking on the door." Daddy then paused, glaring down at Tim- Damien saw his nephew's little cock growing hard again.
"...yes."
"Yes what, brat?"
"...yes, daddy."
"Good." Daddy let Tim's neck go, grinning. "Now, lick my boy's face clean of my cum."
And Tim started licking his face clean off Daddy's cum, a look of barely contained and badly hidden pleasure at being "forced" to do so.