“hey, son.” jack lets himself into the boy's bedroom, and discreetly makes sure to lock the door behind him. his tone is stern and put-together, so unlike the wild desires in his mind and the rapid beating of his heart. “wanted to get a word with you, if that's okay.” he sits by the young boy, dark eyes taking in the sight. simon's beautiful, just like his mother; jack should've known he'd turned out a faggot.

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He had had no intentions of falling into bad habits in his son's goddamn school, but there he was, doing it again. Arrow had decided to volunteer for helping on their new play and he probably did good for two whole days before he was down on his knees sucking one of Flash's friends. When the boy came inside his hole, he said it was just between the two of them. But the day had not even ended when another of his friend came by to say he had heard Arrow's hairy hole was better than a pussy. Now days had gone by and each day he went home with loads in his hole. More than one. Sometimes Flash's load was also included - he was happy to know his son was not shy about his dad's sluttiness.

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"what the hell-?" Aaron did not expect that to happen. The last thing he remembered was talking trash and drinking beer with his boy, his Nolan. As he woke up and his eyes started to focus on the room around him, he noticed he was in his bed, but facing a camera. "Nolan?" He groaned, his head a little bit messed up still. He felt his limbs heavy, but worse of all, he felt his cock extremely hard under his body. Whatever his boy had given him, it was strong. "Son?" He groaned, looking a bit over his shoulder. He could feel himself naked and he could feel something wet between his cheeks. It was Nolan. Taking him on the only place he had never let the boy come closer. "Buddy, stop that." He groaned again, trying to move just to feel his hands tied up behind his back. Nolan had thought about every little detail. Every little thing. And the blood camera was recording. Were they online?