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When Robby and Jack hear that Dennis has never gone hunting, they’re shocked. He grew up in rural Nebraska after all. Dennis explains that being the youngest of four brothers, his father didn’t always have time for him, and as a result he was often left at home with his mother to help prepare meals or tend to the animals. He didn’t really mind too much, being of a much more gentle disposition than his older, rowdier siblings.

The two men decide at once to bring him out with them that fall. Jack takes him out to the local hunting store and picks out some starter gear for him, a cute camouflage-patterned cap and a lined Carhartt field jacket, along with the standard binoculars, headlamp, and gloves. It came easily to Jack, who had done the exact same thing for Robby fifteen years before. When Dennis – bashful from all of the effort Jack puts toward him – reaches for his wallet, Jack holds his arm down, moving forward to pay instead. Jack lets out a murmured “don’t worry about it kid, I’m the one dressing you up after all,” and ruffles through the boy’s tawny locks before placing the cap on his head, smirking knowingly down at his now pink face.

they think something is wrong and dennis is just shaking his head, feeling guilty and wishing to take it back.

dennis even cries during shooting video games, what were they expecting?

He's also an ER worker so I think he's quite robust when it comes to death and also accidentally causing or being unable to prevent death.

that habit eventually becomes one of their rules, written and typed and signed, part of their dynamic. when at home, dennis is only allowed to piss if robby is stood there behind him carefully holding his dick and balls. if they're at work, dennis needs to tell robby exactly when he's peeing so his dom can make a note of it and give him an appropriate amount of settling spanks later, a necessary punishment for touching his own cock.

dennis doesn't like pissing by himself anymore. it feels wrong and bad, and he struggles to relax his muscles without the firm guiding hand of robby cupping and angling his member. when he does piss at work, it frequently takes him more than five minutes to relax enough to actually start going, and he feels like he needs to cry the whole time. without robby controlling him, he feels unteathered.

if he can, he holds it. most shifts end with dennis nearly dancing around on the floor because holding his piss is better than peeing without his dom, having to touch his own genitals and therefore incurring spanks. when he and robby gets home, the older man will lead him to the bathroom and pull down his scrubs and pants, and take him in his hand. dennis's belly is often distended from how full his bladder is, but his tense muscles relax immediately when robby nestles the struggling cock in his hand and gives his sub the go ahead.

poor dennis nearly moans as he finally pisses, the feeling of release and having robby in charge of his dick so comforting that he sags backwards into the older man, who holds him tight.

Dennis, for all intents and purposes, tried to be clean.

He wasn't good at it. He let his laundry linger until there were wrinkles in his scrubs. He forgot to toss out old leftovers. He would remember to put his shoes away for two days in a row, and then would leave them abandoned on day three.

It was his nature. No one really taught him how to clean up or helped him develop a system to organize his things. And he grew up with brothers. His mom had given up by baby #3 on having some sort of picture perfect house.

Jack, however, did not care about his excuses.

Which is why Dennis found himself bouncing up and down Jack's cock, chasing a release that wouldn't be handed over.

"Messy," Jack snapped. "Messy and sloppy and - look at me when I'm talking to you, Den."

"Sorry, 'm sorry-" he pleaded. That only earned him a sharp smack on his ass.

"Sorry what?"

"Sorry dad," he hiccuped. "Didn't mean to, dad, I swear, 'm sorry-"

"You should've learned by now," Jack continued. "I mean really, I raised you better. Your daddy and I both did."

Dennis whined, high pitched and raw, thighs trembling at his exertion. "I'll do better. Dad, I can do it, please, just let me-"

Jack let out a mean laugh. "You think getting to come is going to make you shape up?"

Yes. No. Maybe. It was worth a shot, he thought desperately.

"What did he do now?" Robby sighed from his spot at the doorway. Dennis hadn't even heard him come in. He turned slightly but a hand snaked around his jaw and pulled his attention back.

"No. You look at your dad when he's fucking you."

Now probably wasn't the time to point out that technically Dennis was doing the fucking.

Directed at Robby, Jack spoke again. "Fucking left his scrubs all over the bedroom floor. Again. Like his ass didn't just learn the lesson two days ago."

"I didn't mean to," Dennis protested. "I was gonna get it, swear daddy, I just-"

"Ah-ah. Don't make excuses," Robby interrupted. "You know how much your dad hates that shit. We can't keep having the same conversation, Dennis."

The disappointment isn't fake. It's cruel and heavy and Dennis can feel tears building in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. He just wants to be good. Not a problem or another thing that bothers them.

Jack catches his attention by gently tapping his palm against Dennis's face. "Hey. You can make it up to me, yeah? Come on. Be good for once tonight. Let dad cum in that pretty little pussy and then we can have a conversation about your rules."

He doesn't know how he did it. Thighs shaking, breath hitching, Jack gripping bruises into his waist, Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his pace, pushing himself down to the hilt of his dad's cock before pulling himself upright again.

It didn't take much after that. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing it before daddy had walked in but it only took a few minutes of concentrated effort for his dad to groan lowly, stilling him so his cock was buried deep in Dennis's cunt, hot cum sputtering and filling him quickly.

"Atta boy," Robby praised from where he had joined on the bed. "Knew you could behave for him."

Dennis winced as Jack carefully pulled him off, pushing him back down onto the bed easily, legs twitching in the aftershocks.

But he could feel the wetness sliding out down his thighs, pooling beneath him on the mattress. Jack tsked above him and it made his face heat up.

"Messy," Jack taunted. "Wasteful. You going to clean it up or do you need help?"

Dennis whimpered, legs feeling useless, muscles forgetting how to work properly.

"Leave him alone," Robby scolded. Then, softer, "You tired, baby boy? Yeah? Want daddy to help with the mess dad made of you?"

No. No, no he did not need anything, let alone daddy anywhere near his throbbing, aching, empty cunt.

"I can do it," he mumbled weakly but he made no motions to accomplish the task.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Let daddy take care of it."

Robby pinned his legs back before he had a chance to argue. He squirmed slightly but his daddy's grip was unwavering. Holding him still, the heat of his tongue made quick work of licking up the cum that had slipped down his thighs, working all the way up until he latched his mouth onto Dennis's still leaking pussy.

Dennis screamed, wails bouncing off the walls pathetically, vision going white within seconds.

"Oh, there we go," Jack cooed down at him. "Feel better, kiddo? All that fussiness out of you now?"

Dennis sobbed, trying and failing to push his daddy off of his overly sensitive pussy. "C-c-can't, no more, dad, no more, no more, please daddy-"

robby's just cooing and cooing, leaning over dennis's shoulder to look at his crotch, taking the youngers dick between two fingers and showing his boy how he's no thicker than one of robby's digits. dennis isnt allowed to touch, so he's got his fists clenched in the duvet as he whimpers and sniffles and squirms.

"oh baby boy... look at you. look at you, denny, you're no bigger than my smallest finger are you? awww, all hard and fat as your little dick is, he's still no bigger than when youre soft... no no, baby, don't cry, don't cry... you're a good boy for daddy, you just need someone to remind you that you need taking care of. this... well, he's cute, isn't he, but he's useless."

dennis gulps out some sobs at robby's words, and watches a blurt of precum slide down his plump head and onto his boyfriends fingers. he really was no bigger than one of them. robby let out soothing little noises again, kissing his boy on the cheek at the sight.

"oh, excited are we? all ready to cum for daddy? it's a good thing I'm here, baby. there's far too little cum in here to ever use it for it's actual job, is there? no no, your poor tiny balls are even more useless than this little cocklet! but no matter, baby boy. that's what I'm here for, to fill and fuck and breed such a pretty boy. yeah, you know your purpose, sweetheart."

dennis was trying so hard not to hump his little cock and balls into robby's hand that cupped them all so nicely and without struggle- and god, his daddy was right, he's far too small to ever *fuck* someone...

"ts... denny, don't squirm, baby. follow the rules and be a good boy. you want to actually be useful and have your hole stuffed full with daddy's cum? yeah? to actually have your pretty body have some use despite that tiny little thing between your legs? then you need to be good and let daddy do what he likes."

dennis took deep breaths to lessen his tears and jerking hips, and eventually settled. the delighted and high pitched coo from robby made his brain fuzz up more. daddy was right, he needed to be looked after, to be fucked, to be controlled. he little cock was far to small to be able to be in charge of anything at all.