#dom!blur

aw and tyler thinks joshie keeps hogging it so he tugs it out of his hands and slips his dick in, holding the toy down against the mattress and fucking into it until he’s a squealing, sobbing mess.

aw what a sweetheart, sweaty and shaking all over as blurry presses the hitchi to his balls and grins up at him.

“please, no, daddy,” he begs, pulls at the restraints keeping him tied to the bed. “’m gonna…’s not gonna be good, oh gosh, i…nnh, daddy!”

but blurry just keeps pushing, swirling the vibrator around as josh jerks him off, feels him twitch as he starts to cum.

his eyes roll back and he makes a little tired sound and then goes still, cock drooling all over josh’s hand, spasming in his fingers even though he’s not conscious anymore.

“blur,” josh says, lets go of tyler’s cock and pets his clean hand through tyler’s hair. “you can stop.”

“did he-”

“yeah.”

cute , he tied them up side by side on the bed, little squirmy things for their daddy.

and he just sits by the side of the bed muttering about how good they look, how slutty they are for him, how much he loves listening to them whine and moan and beg to touch themselves.

tyler trembles atop blurry’s desk, knees sweaty and stuck to the papers under him. he accidentally tears a page and swears, but josh just grunts where he’s lying under tyler. “don’t worry about it, ty. that’s what printers are for.” then he goes back to lapping at tyler’s dripping cunt, sucking on his clit and moaning.

“d-don’t you guys wanna…ah! wanna get something from the b-break room? should actually e-eat something, oh…”

black hands grab at josh’s wrists, pull his hands up to the headboard and tell him to keep them there.

“daddy’s gonna use you,” blurry growls, pushing josh’s thighs up to his chest and starting to pull himself out from where he’s buried inside of josh. “gonna fuck you hard.”

josh tosses his head to the side, face flush with his bicep, as blurry starts a punishing rhythm, practically bending josh in half as their hips snap together.

blurry wraps his fingers around josh’s hard cock and starts to jerk him off, smearing precum down the shaft and watching as josh bites his lip.

“d-daddy? feels good…”

“yeah?” josh nods and blurry laughs. “you can’t cum, baby. if you do, i’ll leave you tied up here with a vibe on you all night.”

but blurry doesn’t stop touching him, jerks him off sweet and slow the way he knows will make josh cum. and josh does.

he’s been bouncing for a while, cock bobbing against his stomach with blurry holding him open.

tyler’s breath comes short and sweet, entire body flushed with a faint sheen of sweat. it drips down onto blurry’s chest, who growls and pulls tyler forward, stills him there with a hand at the back of tyler’s neck, so he can fuck up into him instead.

tyler whines and arches his back, tosses his head and shakes. “d-daddy…so good…want you to breed me, daddy. want all your cum, want…nnh…”

he wears an oversized shirt over it so they can’t see it until he reaches up to get something from an overhead cabinet.

then the shirt rides up, reveals his bare backside, the thong strap submerged in his pale, plump ass and then curving up and around, where the front holds his cock in a pretty pink pouch.

“josh…” blurry puts his drink down and eyes josh from across the table.

“hm?” josh plays coy, holding the glass he grabbed and glancing at blur with wide eyes. “what’s wrong, daddy?”

“you know what’s wrong,” tyler chimes in, fingers tapping on the table. “last time you teased your daddies real bad you know what happened.”

josh hums and taps a long finger at his chin. “no, i think i forgot. why don’t you remind me?”

“n - daddy, please. i’ll be good, i said-”

“you had your chance, ty. now daddy has to punish his boy.”

tyler gives a huff, exasperated, as blurry bends him bodily over and yanks his pants down to his thighs.

he shivers, and not because of the chill blowing across his bare ass. mostly because he knows all of the clients can now see said bare ass.

“count ‘em,” blurry instructs, and before tyler can even say yes, he brings a hand down hard on tyler’s backside.

“ah! o-one..” tyler clenches his hands into fists, lets blurry lean him against the arm of the chair he’s bent over.

“louder.” another slap.

“two…daddy, i-”

“be quiet. i told you to count, didn’t say you could say anything else.”

tyler’s face burns and he grits his teeth. the carpet looks blood red.

a sharp snap as blurry lands another smack.

his ass burns, blurry’s hand planted firmly on the small of his back. “three…how…how many are you gonna do?”