#saxonthread

Honestly Saxon would have found Axel's whole admiration thing of him kinda pathetic if he weren't such a vain asshole who liked the attention. Somehow it had gotten to Axel that Saxon was in the possession of a pretty, pink little pussy in his pants, and apparently the kid felt some sort of jealous of it?

He didn't know what was up with Gen Z at this point anymore but he hoped his own son was not, at the very least, a catboy or whatever. He could handle a sissy. And the sissy could handle him.

Needless to say, with all this downtime Saxon needed his cunt played with, and who better than a twunk with clit envy?

Obviously, Saxon knew how to enjoy himself. Perhaps a bit too much. But with the Goon now something he had to deal with, he unfortunately had to learn about moderation. Disgusting. He usually knew his limit, but last night he chose to ignore it, and now he suffered.

"Look, this is gonna sound random or out of nowhere, but you're a Hypnos guy, right?" he asks, approaching them at the hotel breakfast. "Does that mean you can help me fall asleep? Cause I'm having a massive hangover right now and I think I'd be better writing the rest of the day off but, uh, sleeping pills don't work on me anymore. Apparently I developed an immunity to them in my twenties, it's a whole thing—"

"You can fuck me if you want in exchange. Or I can suck you off. Or we do neither and you just do it out of the kindness of your heart and love of charitable acts—"

Leave it to Saxon to find a gym while on vacation. He may have not been the most toned or ripped guy on Olympus, but his muscles required constant maintenance. By 'muscles,' he mostly meant his tits and ass, but they were big and massive. If he didn't exercise they would just deflate and droop. Nobody wanted that. Luckily, Troy seemed to have a similar mindset, and his gorgeous body reflected it.