Then he notices Santos isn't dancing either. Robby remembers overhearing her tell Whitaker during a case of a teen girl injured at a school dance that her dad never took her to the father-daughter dance because he was always drunk.

So he walks over and asks her to dance. She looks at him like he's lost his mind before sighing: "Sure... if your body can handle it, old man."

They dance for a minute before Robby says, "You know, it's his loss."

She frowns. "What?"

But then Dennis doesn't get all squishy and chunky.

“Da-daddy it feels weird!” Dennis cried, hands grabbing onto Robby’s dry one, fingers wrapping around the older’s wrist, wrapping around Robby’s pointer finger. His hips shuddered, body covered in a sheen of cold sweat, thighs trembling.

“Sh sh sh, it’s okay baby, it’s supposed to feel like that. One more finger and I’ll have you cum, okay? That sounds okay, sweetheart?” Robby said, voice dripping in condescension. He let a four finger join the three that were already stretching Dennis’s hole widely. Dennis cried out, looking down at his hips, eyes all watery, feeling like there was no way anything else could fit inside.

Robby had said it was good for Dennis to practice being stretched, just until he was ready to let Robby fuck him. And he wanted to be good for his daddy.

Dennis sobbed as his hole stretched impossibly farther. Dennis was shaking as Robby’s pinky slid into him, body wiggling against the intrusion, teeth clenched, sweat rolling down his forehead.

“That’s it. Such a good boy! Take it so well, you’re such a good little thing, my lovely dolly, so pretty. I’m gonna leave those right there so I need my other hand.” Robby said when his knuckles were pushed up against Dennis’s hole, already and reaching deeply.

Dennis held on tight to Robby’s free hand though, eyes squeezed shut, falling apart at the seams. Robby smiled and shook his hand free, taking the moment to distract Dennis from the loss for just a moment, reaching up and catching a perky pink nipple between his knuckles, pinching it tightly before moving away.

Dennis cried out at the pinch, chest usually not so sensitive but he was so turned on that it felt like a lightening strike. But it was nothing compared to how it felt when two of Robby’s fingers felt again at his clit, rubbing rough, fast, relentless circles over the small hidden bud.

Dennis was crying out, wiggling and writhing, fingers digging into the couch cushions, squeezing down on Robby’s fingers, sobbing as tears rolled down into his hair. It was like a rushing of water, overwhelming and too much too much too much.

“Da- Da-Ah!” Dennis tried to beg but he was going silent, mouth open wide as his orgasm popped through him, like a balloon bursting.

Dennis was left sobbing wetly, open and cold and he was reaching for Robby, being brought to sit up in his arms, shaking as his legs twitched, pleasure making his tender bodied.

“That was so good. So messy! Messy little thing, huh? Yes you got daddy all wet, made a big mess. I love you baby, you know that?” Robby said as he looked at where Dennis’s excitement had squirted across his lap to get on the cushion. Dennis sniffled and hid his face in the olders neck.

“Love you too, my insides hurt.” Dennis mumbled, feeing like his hole was just open…