ITS DONE FINALLY
here's the finished oneshot my fellow vagabonds 🫡💜
18+ MDNI‼️
TAGS- bondage, master/pet, voyeurism, light cuckolding, oral sex (male receiving), recreational use of marijuana, femdom!AFAB Reader, ftm!sub! Hank 3, switch!Hector, use of panties as a gag, established poly relationship (it's date everything man), use of pet names, overstimulation, Mommy kink (GUILTY 🤪✌🏽), inspired by Sugar on my tongue by Tyler the Creator
Ecstasy.
Hector could only describe his physical state as an electrocuting state of ecstasy whenever you were in charge.
His body shivers at the sight of you, bouncing almost effortlessly on the cock of one of the Hanks, which one, he couldn't tell through the hazy swirls of Marijuana fogging the room. The herb calming yet exciting his body the more he inhales weed, incense and sex.
He watched as the redheaded Hank sucked at your nipples, cursing the handsome man out of jealousy in his hazy state. He felt his cock grow harder and harder from his chair. He began moaning your name through the pair of panties hastily shoved into his mouth, in an almost prayer-like chant, begging and pleading for just a single inch of freedom, a single tantalizing touch.
You laughed at him, throwing your head back and actually laughing. The humiliation brought a new wave of shame and pleasure, Hector only whined harder, bucking his hips in pathetic attempts of friction, ANY friction.
“Hank 4, can you- mmph!” Hank 3 had taken to massaging your clit as you began to speak, a devilish grin as you glared, “scratch that. Hank 3, go help our dearest Hector and ride him until you've made him cum… Three times! Is that doable? And why don't you take his cock ring off while you're at it.” Hector started a series of excited yelps,nearly crying at the notion of release.
Hank 3's eyes widened, lips quivering slightly. Hector may be a shy, romantic poet of a ventilation system but he was easily the second hung member in this room at a healthy 5.7 inches, and that's not considering his girth.
“Y-yes, Mommy.” Hank 3 slunk off the bed, leaving Hank 1 and 4 to continue their work with you.
He approached Hector, fear and excitement in his eyes, blood flowing to his clit and making it ache. Hector looked back up to him with watery eyes, pupils blown with pleasure and gratitude.
“Why don't you try sucking his dick first, I know how much you love doing that, don't you puppy?” Hank 3 sank to his knees at the command, he really did love it. With a questioning glance to Hector and a quick nod from him, Hank 3 took his cock into his hands.
Slowly, he began removing the cock ring, already placing his mouth on the tip.
Hector jerked and thrashed in his chair, practically screaming as his first orgasm ripped through him, cum filling the Hanks mouth. He swallowed the salty-sweet nectar greedily, using his tongue to clean any precious drop left behind.
Soft yet hard flesh pulsed with heat under his fingertips as Hank 3 pumped his hand, velvet tongue dancing on Hector's tip with flicks and figure eights. Every breathy whine and muffled curse coming from Hector, pleading for him to do more, only strengthened his confidence.
He started to take him further and further down his throat, never forgetting to pump whatever length he couldn't take, massaging his heavy sack. You could almost say he was a Grade A cocksucker.
Hector could feel himself reaching the glorious peak of pleasure, he never felt more alive, passion and desire pulling him further and further to the edge.
Hank 3 was his savior, sent to guide him onto this path of endless, tortuous, carnal lust that possessed his mind, captivating his heart,searing itself onto his soul. His being forever ruined, oh how he wished to beg for you and the Hanks to ruin him further, breaking him down until he was an obedient breeding mutt.
This was it, his life purpose, his reason for being. To give pleasure to those he loves, to give all he has and is to you and only you. He craved nothing more than to deliver your every order, fill your every request.
You wanted to peg him? He is bent over with lube in hand.
You wanted his children? He will stop at nothing until you are overflowing from his seed.
He would tear out his own heart if you even mention it lightheartedly in passing.
He would do it all, just to be a servant of your heart.
Hector began twitching and spasming as Hank 3 quickened his pace, head bobbing around his lover's cock with a vigor that had Hector almost seeing stars. He bucked his hips and nearly screamed, his pleasure peaking, paralysing him into a whimpering shaking mess of a man.
“Good boys, the both of you. I'm so proud of you! Now Puppy, don't forget you still need that third orgasm.” You chimed in with a sing song melody, laying between Hank 1 and 4 on the bed, another blunt burning between your fingertips with a smile before your gaze turned vicious, “so how about you actually start riding his cock you fucking pussy, was all the training I gave you for nothing?”
Hank 3 gulped, “Yes M-Mommy, No Mommy.” He rose with shaky legs, his pussy dripping with anticipation. With some adjustments, Hank 3 slowly slid down Hector's cock, hissing as he was being stretched bigger than he thought possible, the burning sting had him clench impossibly hard.
Hector did his best to not buck his hips this time, (even though he desperately wants to) he knew Hank 3 had never taken him like this before.
But sweet fucking hell he felt amazing, how hot every muscle felt. How he clenched and relaxed with every inch. Hector wanted nothing more than to ram into the man, to fuck into his cervix and breed him like the bitch you had trained them so loyally to be.
They groaned as Hank 3 finally bottomed out, panting with every twitch.
“F-fuck… I'm, I'm gonna start moving, ok dude?” Hector could only let out desperate groans as began to move. Slow enough at first, grinding that turned into small jumps, small jumps turning into full on bouncing.
Hank 3 couldn't stop.
Hector felt too good, he could easily hit his cervix every time, somehow still going deeper into him (if that was at all possible). He needed more, more of Hector's touch, his teeth, Hell even his tongue. He'll take it all. He needed him more than anything, more than everything, he never wanted this moment to end.
He could feel you watching, the weight of your gaze sent goosebumps down his body. He needed your permission, he needed to beg for Hector's cock to pound into him, he needed Hector to pin him down and breed him until he could birth no longer.
Hank 3 turned to meet your eyes, not slowing down one bit as he slurred his words slightly, “P-Pleease Mo-Mommyyy, please I needa, I needa have his babies, please mommy I need it, I've been so good, please mommy, I've been your good boy, please…”
Your eyes glittered with approval, taking another drag before handing the blunt (now a barely burned filter) over to Hank 1, rising up from the sweaty cum soaked men to saunter over to the two, cum not so discreetly clinging down the inside of your legs.
You ran your fingers through Hank 3’s hair, a second later the locks clutched tightly in your fist. Lowering yourself to his eye level, you force his mouth open with the other hand.
“Puppy thinks he's been a good boy? Really?” your voice was low, almost terrifying,“you wanna be a breeding bitch, huh?” Dewey tears clung to Hank 3's eyelashes, pupils blown and vision blurry.
“Plu-, please M-m-mommy, I've been good, please Mommy I swe-swear I’v-ve been a good boy!” Hank 3 was nearing the edge, his bouncing became less precise, sloppy and desperate.
Who were you to deny him his reward? You just couldn't resist how pathetic he looked, begging and whining like the bitch he was.
You let go of Hank 3’s hair, moving to untie Hector's hands, not before muttering inside his ear, “you better have learned your lesson this time Bitch.”
Hector had drool practically spilling down his neck, if it weren't for the panties still placed lovingly in his mouth that is.
At last, you were showing him mercy. You were allowing him to fulfill his duty, to prove himself.
And Hector was desperate to prove himself.
So much so, that the moment the ropes dropped to the floor, he practically threw Hank 3 to the ground and onto his stomach before sinking back inside.
The next second Hector was pounding into his pussy again, only this time He had his hands all over him. His left hand had found Hank 3's hair, gripping it as if he could disappear, his right hand latched onto his nipple, how Hector couldn't wait for him to start lactating.
Who knew that the thought of lactation would send him over the edge? His hips began stuttering, thrusts turning messy as he came inside Hank 3, riding out his last orgasm.
Hector pulled out only once you had allowed him to, gone was your bedroom dominatrix personality as you helped bathe and dress Hank 3, poor thing was overstimulated by the slightest movement.
The night ended with the five of you snuggled up in your bed, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears.
.
.
.
“It's twins!”
“...”
“Damn you Hector.”
