Tw: somno, non-con/dub-con, stalking
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It took a short while to get the dosage just right. Jack and Robby were estimating the boy's height, weight, and metabolism after all. Within a couple weeks, they finally perfected it. The perfect dosage to keep him soft and pliant, drifting in a haze between sleep and consciousness.
As Jack eased himself into Dennis, the boy let out a soft whimper, causing him to freeze. When the boy's eyes fluttered shut again, Jack slowly pushed the rest of his cock in. When Dennis awoke the next morning, he had the vaugest sense of a dream. Of his phantom angel visiting him. Like a blurry image that just couldn't quite form yet. Just a lingering feeling.
Jack was always good about cleaning up after himself. He never left any trace he was ever there, except for the dull, aching stretch that Dennis felt when he bent at certain angles.
Robby was more desperate of the two. He was the one that liked to tweak the dosage. Turned on by the threat of their sweet boy waking up to him. When Robby would finish, he'd clutch Dennis close, wanting to keep his spend inside the boy as long as possible. Claiming him. Until the minutes piled up and the risk of Dennis sobering outweighed the need for intimacy.
It wasn't until Dennis brought home a date from the bar that the shadows who lurked in the dark recesses of his apartment got really possessive. If you'd have asked Dennis, he'd swear he only did it to get them to finally make a move while he was conscious.
Part two
