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John was nearly fed up with Smitty today, all he had done was talk back and argue with John. Sure, that might not be out of the ordinary for him but today John was much too frustrated to deal with it. The final straw was when Jaren was washing the dishes after dinner.

“Why am i always the one washing the dishes? You, like, never have to.” The smaller man feigned annoyance. “Because, I cooked, we’ve had this discussion before.” John rolled his eyes, wanting just a moment of peace. “Well I offered to cook so i don’t understand why I’m still stuck doing this shit.” Jaren remarked. “If anything YOU should be washing the dishes.”

“God, do you have to be so fucking difficult? Just wash the god damn dishes!” John replied, annoyance finally topping off. Jaren simply paused. He then smiled at john and dried his hands. “How about, you make me.” Smitty kept his cocky smile, truly unbelieving John would do anything to him. If they were in a cartoon John would have surely had steam tunneling out of his ears. “Do you have to be such a pain in the ass? I mean, would it kill you to stop being a brat for three fucking seconds?” John raised his voice and stood up from his place on the barstool at the counter.

Jaren seemed startled, not expecting John to lash out like this. “John-“ The brunette started. “No! I don’t wanna fucking hear it, you’ve been such a dick lately!” John yelled, crowding Jaren into the corner of the kitchen. John, being able to see Smitty closer, noticed his breathing was heavy and his face was flushed. “The hell’s wrong with you? What, are you scared?” John smiled and put a hand beside Jaren’s head on the wall.

Jaren made eye contact with John, then looked at the hand beside him. “Fucking pussy.” John snarled. Jaren had never seen this side of John, though, he wouldn’t exactly say he didn’t enjoy it. He looked down, avoiding eye contact. “The fuck’s up with you, huh? Answer me, bitch!” John emphasized the last word with a harsh slap.

Jaren moaned.

He fucking moaned.

The shorter’s eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lip before realizing what just happened.

“John I- I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“You fucking slut.” John’s voice cut him off. “That’s what’s going on? You’re getting off on this shit?” John looked at him, expression unreadable. “I should’ve known you were a faggot, all these years i’ve known you and you’ve always been all over me.” Jaren finally looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. “John, I promise it’s not what it looks like.” The brunette pleaded.

“Yeah? Then what the fuck is it? Cause to me it looks like you’re getting off on this!” John snapped again, yelling. Jaren had no defense this time, he could only look away in shame. John finally backed up, releasing his arm from beside Smitty’s head. He backed up and looked down a bit. “You’re fucking hard?” John asked, a face of unbelieving very present.

Jaren took a shaky breath and slowly looked up at john. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, ready to be made fun of.

“Get on your fucking knees, whore.” John said.

Now, Jaren can safely say that was not what he expected to happen. He scanned John’s face for any sign of a joke, or something to say ‘don’t do it’, he found nothing. He quickly dropped to his knees, the impact hurting a bit. John shook his head. “You’re pathetic.” He stepped forward and unbuckled his belt. He folded it and smacked Jaren’s upper arm with it. It didn’t hurt too bad due to Jaren’s sweatshirt, but it was more for emphasis than anything.

He pulled his jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop, leaving his lower half exposed down to his knees. Jaren’s eyes widened at seeing the length put in front of him. He looked up at John then back down to his cock. “It’s not gonna suck itself cunt.” John said, grabbing Jaren’s hair and yanking, causing him to hit his cheek against the member. Jaren nodded shakily, he teasingly licked the tip before putting it in his mouth and holding it there. He sighed in content, feeling the weight on his tongue, before a hand yanked his hair again. “Fine, you can’t do it, i will.”

John pushed Smitty’s head against the wall, pushing his cock as far as it could go down the younger’s throat. A small bulge was visible in his neck from johns point of view. Jaren gagged, his eyes rolled back. A single tear left his eye and he let out a strangled moan. He let John use him. Every ten or so thrusts John pulled all the way out, allowing the poor boy beneath him to breathe a bit. He smacked his cock against the smooth cheeks and lips below him. Bile was running down Jaren’s chin, presumably from the constant gagging and assault on his tender throat, along with precum and spit.

John felt Jaren tense up after a few rounds of that. Eyes rolling back yet again, trying to moan despite the cock in his throat. His back arched and his mouth went limp. John stopped his thrusts and pulled out. “Did you just fucking cum?” John asked and looked down. A small wet patch was forming on Jaren’s red sweatpants. “No! ‘m sorry.” He looked up at John, eyes clouded in post-orgasmic pleasure, still full of fear and lust.

“Get the fuck up.” John commanded with another slap to his tear stained face. He pulled his boxers and jeans back up. He looked terrified, but to John, that was part of the appeal. He seemed to ignore the command, instead looking at the ground and allowing tears to fall freely. “I’m sorry! ‘M sorry, I swear I-“ John cut off his mantra with another acrimonious slap.

The sound echoed through the large kitchen. “I thought I told you to get the fuck up, whore?” Jaren was fully crying now, cheek red and hand cupping it. He raised off the floor, back no longer hugging the wall behind him. Salty tears streamed down his face. “Go bend over the fucking counter, hell, you’ve probably done it before, huh?” John clicked his tongue in mock disappointment. “Probably been letting randoms fuck you while i’m out of the house like a cheap whore, right?”

John pushed him against the wall again roughly before backing off. Jaren stood in shock for a second. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut, praying John didn’t notice how he got half hard again at the words. With little help from his trembling legs, he walked over and leaned over the side of the kitchen island. His chest touched the surface. Even through his sweatshirt he knew it was cold. He tried to arch his back but the placement of his body prevented it mostly. He only managed a small curve, ass a bit higher in the air now.

There was silence for a few seconds save for his heavy breathing and occasional choked sob, before he felt a slap on his backside. “Fuck!” He moaned in pain. It took him by surprise, causing him to raise off the counter involuntarily. “Get the fuck down!” John raised his voice again, harshly pushing the twink’s chest against the counter again. It slightly knocked the wind out of him, causing him to let out a hoarse gasp.

Meanwhile, John was behind him, smiling sadistically. He grabbed the sweats Jaren was wearing and yanked them down, revealing his boxers. They were tight and showed off his ass perfectly. He caressed the cheek he hit a minute ago, even tracing a large finger down his clothed hole and taint, giving the brunette a false sense of security and pleasure, before cracking down with his hand again. “Mmph!”, Jaren let out a muffled cry into his sleeve, which by this point was soaked with tears.

Large hands grabbed the back of his now-bare thighs, squeezing hard. He felt the shorter’s muscles tense at the pain. He tried to wiggle away and escape the grip, but John wasn’t having it. He leaned over the brunette, erection pressing into his lower back. His lips were now very close to the Canadians ear. “Stop.” John’s gravelly voice now had an edge to it that made Jaren genuinely scared. Don’t get him wrong, he was excited too, but so, so fucking scared.

He knew a few of Johns kinks and fantasies, having been friends for so long they talked about it sometimes. He knew they were… Intense, to say the least. He knew he liked to see his partners in pain, helpless under him. Begging for mercy just to be denied again and again. Jaren never really got into stuff like that, it scared him, he was just too cautious for that stuff.

On the same note, John knew a lot about Smitty too. He knew he liked to be taken care of, and to be underneath people. He even confessed that most of his ex girlfriends had pegged him. To call a spade a spade, he was a pillow princess. However, John also knew that the smaller liked to be degraded, and that the most he’d done (pain-wise) was being slapped, bitten, maybe choked once in a while. He was shy even in his casual life, let alone in bed. He was embarrassed easily in conversation and john fucking loved that.

He used that to his advantage, constantly making sexual jokes toward the brunette, sometimes even sending him degrading messages while in calls with their friends before playing it off as a joke or saying he sent it to the wrong person by accident just to see him get flustered.

He knew Jaren had a bit of a thing for him, whether that be strictly sexual or not. He liked to gauge his limits, seeing how far he could push the Canadian before he would make up an excuse to get off of the call they were on. His voice would be shaky and sometimes, if he was lucky and Smitty had his webcam on, he would be blushing. He liked seeing the younger get embarrassed about accidentally saying suggestive things, he liked seeing him writhe in his chair when john ‘forgets to turn his webcam off’ (which was almost always) and changes his shirt in front of Jaren.

And most of all, he was absolutely fucking fascinated by his reaction to John getting Angry. Whether it be at a game, something not going as planned, even road rage on the rare occasion it may happen. Jaren always got so hot and bothered, no matter how hard he tried to hide it John could tell. He could read Smitty well like that, always knowing even without physically seeing him.

When they played games together off camera, John always tried to play up his anger to see Jaren’s reaction. Now that they shared a house though, it was completely different.

John could watch in real time when the brunette’s eyes widened at his jokingly degrading remarks. He could listen to Jaren’s whines and muffled moans at ungodly hours of the night when he presumably thought John was asleep, sometimes even during the day under the guise of going to edit. He loved hearing it all, seeing it all.

But as he looked before him now, he realized he loved seeing this a lot more. Jaren underneath him, that is, submissive and willing to take what he’s given. Pale thighs quaking in pain and arousal. He could hear Jaren’s choked sobs even through the fabric of his black hoodie. He knew that when he got into this headspace he had little control over himself, simply just wanting to see how much damage he could do, how much pain he could inflict. And that’s exactly what he intended to find out. He made a mental note that if Jaren could walk tomorrow, he had done something wrong. He decided to tug down Jaren’s boxers, throwing them off in the floor somewhere. This left him fully nude from the waist down. He tensed at the prospect of being so exposed.

John backed up from the younger a bit, pulling his own jeans fully off, leaving his boxers on for now. He wasn’t planning to fuck the younger quite yet, still wanting to test his limits for a bit, so he decided to leave his long sleeved white shirt on for now too. He wanted to keep Jaren’s sweatshirt on him the whole time though, finding the prospect of fucking him in the article of clothing incredibly arousing for some reason. He thinks it’s probably because it’s too big on the brunette, making him look small and weak, so easy to manhandle and break.

“Spread it.” John said, smacking the younger’s already sore ass again to emphasize what he was talking about. Jaren spread his legs a bit more, not quite understanding what the taller was asking of him. “With your hands, slut. I didn’t think you were this brain dead.” John remarked, his voice low and demanding. “I’m sorry!” Jaren quickly apologized and removed his arms from the counter in front of him. He reached behind him and hesitated, still so shy. “I don’t have all fucking day, hurry it up bitch.”

Jaren squeezed his eyes shut and just went for it, he grabbed both of his cheeks, he sucked in air through his teeth when his hand met the one John had been smacking, the sting feeling so good but so painful all the same. He spread them open and revealed himself to John. He was clean shaven, to John’s surprise.
“Clean, huh? Did you expect me to see you like this? Or is this for some other cunt you’re seeing when i’m not here?” John asked, quirking an eyebrow. “No! Not for anyone else!” Jaren said, eyes watering again at the embarrassment.

“So you did want me to see?” John asked, pulling his phone out from his jean pocket on the ground beside him. “I- I mean no but- I- I just w-“ “Jesus christ use your words, or are you too far gone at just the idea of me seeing you like this to fucking talk?” John’s words cutting him off felt like venom to Smitty, a sob racked through his body again at the embarrassment and he went to take his hands off his ass to cover his face.

“You take your god damn hands off and I’ll leave you here, hard and fucking desperate. Don’t you fucking dare move unless I tell you to, understood?” John asked, and Jaren knew he was being serious. His tone was dripping with legitimacy. “No! Please! I’m sorry, I won’t, I promise! Please don’t leave me here.” Jaren openly sobbed, spreading his ass, revealing his pinkish hole to the taller again. John smirked and opened the camera on his phone, lining up the shot with the shorter’s most intimate area.

Jaren heard a clicking noise, then two, then three. It took him a second to figure out what was happening but when he did he quickly did his best to look back at john from his awkward position. John saw his panicked expression before moving his phone towards Jaren’s face, capturing a final photo of his terrified expression. “Relax, they’re just for me. Unless of course, you wanted me to share them?” Jaren’s eyes widened.

“I bet you’d like being that exposed. All of our friends, our fans, everyone would see them. See how much of a fucking slut you are. I bet you’d whore yourself out to any of them wouldn’t you?” Jaren shook his head, though he whimpered nonetheless. “No! No, just you. Only want you- fuck!“ He cut himself off with a moan as he almost involuntary started grinding against the edge of the counter top. He was so, so turned on and John wasn’t even close to touching him.

“I don’t know, you seem pretty into the idea. Maybe I could post them to twitter? Oh, maybe I could film this and post it.” John was bluffing, Jaren hoped as he shook his head ‘no’. “Hm. We’ll see I guess, won’t we?” John smiled at Smitty’s tearful expression.

He backed up until he was leaning on the counter behind him, only about a foot from where he was before. “Have you ever fingered yourself? Or do you just let other people do the work?” John asked, studying the smaller’s quivering body. “No, I haven’t h-“ A sob racked through his small frame, cutting him off. “I haven’t had anyone in a while.” He said, his voice was desperate and scratchy, presumably from the brutal face-fucking he endured earlier.

John genuinely laughed. “As if! You’re clean shaven, and you’ve been out of the house constantly lately. Don’t bullshit me Jaren.” John spit the words out. “I-I’m not! I promise! I’ve only been going on dates!” Jaren cried. “What, so you shave for every fucking date you go on? Jesus fucking Christ Smit, and I thought you couldn’t get any sluttier.” John scoffed.

Jaren pressed his forehead into the granite below him to hide his blushing face. John was right, he did shave for every date, just incase. John clicked his tongue, displaying disappointment. He moved to the side of Smitty just by the stairs. “Come with me. Now.” John left no room for arguing. Jaren did his best to stand without his legs shaking. John was already halfway up the stairs before he was able to even climb the first. He made it up the stairs, though, and followed John to his bedroom.

He opened the door and let Jaren in first, walking in after him and shutting the door. He shoved the shorter onto the bed. Jaren let out a squeak at the harsh treatment, he fell on his back and looked up at John. “Get on your knees and start fingering yourself. I’m gonna get something out of the closet. Whatever you can manage while I do that is all the prep you’re getting, Smit.” Jaren’s eyes widened, surely he wasn’t being serious? He could barely fit John in his mouth, let alone in his hole with minimal prep.

Before he could say anything though, John was already walking to the other side of the room. He decided that he’d better start if John was being serious, and he had a strong feeling he was. He flipped on his elbows and knees, sticking three fingers in his mouth to wet them. Once he decided they were sufficiently lubricated, John was already opening his closet door and stepping inside of the small room. Jaren decided to go against his better judgement and start out with two fingers. He lead them down to his hole and immediately started pushing in. He let out a choked scream, severely unprepared for the burn. He sobbed as he slowly scissored himself open.

Once he decided to add the third finger he heard John closing the closet door. He looked over and saw him carrying a box of some sort. He separated his fingers inside of himself as much as possible, squeezing his eyes shut at the sting. When he opened them John was back beside the bed. “Take them out and put your hands above your head.” John opened the box and quirked an eyebrow when he saw Jaren wasn’t doing what he was told.

John lifted a hand and before Jaren knew what was going on, a painful slap was delivered right on top of his abused hole. “Fuck!” Jaren moaned, both in pain and pleasure. John pulled his hands above his head himself. He then tied a piece of rope, which he had retrieved from the box, and restrained both of the brunette’s hands to the headboard. “Now arch.” John said, crossing his arms. Smitty’s head was a bit more clear now, and he was feeling risky.

He shook his head.

“No? You’re gonna sit there and fucking tell me no?” John raised his voice. Jaren looked him in the eyes and smiled, shaking his head again. John walked closer and slapped him. Hard. It resonated throughout the room along with the moan Jaren let out. “Fine, you don’t wanna listen? Watch.” John walked back over the the box, grabbing something Jaren couldn’t quite see from this angle. He finally felt something slide onto his hard cock and realized what had just been put on him. His eyes widened and he looked at John again. “No, no, no, no, no! Please!” He looked at John, his cocky expression from before was essentially shattered.

“Awh, sucks to suck huh? Maybe next time you’ll actually listen to me.” John said. He gripped the small man’s hips and easily flipped him over on his back. The ropes still attaching his wrists to the headboard caused his hands to overlap. John pulled down his boxers just enough for his cock to spring out. He crawled on the bed and straddled Jaren’s upper chest. He tugged his hard member a few times before tapping the tip of it against Jaren’s lips, signaling him to open up.

As soon as the shorter opened his mouth he pushed in all the way to the hilt. He held himself there for a few seconds, just listening to the gags Jaren let out. He felt the shorter hitting his thigh, signaling that it was too much. John simply smiled at him, staring into his tearful eyes. He finally took pity on the crying boy below him and pulled out. Jaren coughed out bile and precum. John was basking in the fact he made his this much of a mess. He pushed in as far as he could again, then in and out slightly, causing Jaren to gag harder. He pulled out completely and Jaren looked up at him pleadingly while he coughed and sniffled.

John repeated this a few more times before finally pulling out. Jaren felt light headed from the lack of oxygen but he would be lying if he said he didn’t fucking love it. Flipping Jaren back over on his chest and knees, John decided to toy with him just a bit more. “You’re so fucking small under me. I could fucking kill you. I could, and you’d let me. I know you would, you’d take anything i’d give you.” John smiled sadistically. Jaren nodded his head and whined, arching his back.

“Awh, what’s wrong baby? You want my cock?” He asked, his tone was mocking. Jaren moaned. “Yes! Please, please, please…” He trailed off, a tear fell down his face. “Yeah? I’d fill you up so good. You’d be fucking full of my cock. I’d be so fucking deep, too. You’d feel me for days after.” He emphasized each sentence with a slap to Jaren’s left asscheek. Jaren was drooling on the pillow below him at this point, desperate for any sort of relief. “Please John!” He choked out, wanting the man behind him in him already.

“I don’t know, do you deserve it? I mean, maybe if you beg i’ll consider it.” Jaren knew he was smirking, even if he couldn’t see it. He decided to finally just take a deep breath and swallow the rest of his pride.

“Please John, wanna be so full of you that I feel it in my fucking stomach. Want you to cum in me and make me yours. Wanna feel you stretching me out and breaking me. Make me fucking bleed John, please, anything! Want you to make me your cumdump, fuck me whenever you feel like it and let your load stay in me all day, God John please!” He sobbed, hands clutching the dark blue sheet under him. His thighs were squeezing together to get any sort of friction.

John was honestly taken aback, not expecting Smitty to be so good at begging. “Good job, at least you can do something right.” John grabbed a handful of the brunette’s hair and lined himself up. Jaren prepared himself, knowing this was gonna hurt like absolute hell. John spread one of Smitty’s cheeks and spit on his barely-fluttering hole. Jaren moaned at this, feeling the spit slide down his taint. John rubbed his erection against the spit before teasing Jaren’s hole with the tip. “You should be thanking me for even giving you spit, I shoulda just went in dry.” John said squeezing Jaren’s cheek again.

He pushed the tip in, there was a lot of resistance but that only made it all the more pleasurable for John. “Ohmygodthankyou- FUCK! So big!” Jaren had very little control of what he was saying at this point, all he knew was that this fucking hurt.

And he absolutely loved it.

John pushed in as fast as he could with the resistance. He wasted no time in pulling completely back out and slamming in again. Jaren’s mouth was open in a silent moan. The force of John’s thrusts pulling and pushing him. “Gonna fuck you till you pass out, make sure nobody else wants your loose fucking hole after I’m done.” John said, thrusting hard and fast. “Mhm! Fuck! Gonna be yours, ‘m your slut! Gonna break me, ‘s too big!” Jaren slurred, lost in the pleasure at this point.

“Takin’ it like a slut. God, you’re so small, I’m filling you up to the fucking brim.” John groaned. He smacked Jaren’s thighs again, and again, and again. “Please! It hurts, please, please, please-“ Whether he was begging for mercy or begging for more was definitely up for debate. John put his hand between the smaller’s shoulder blades and pushed him as far down into the bed as he could. Plowing him from behind, the new angle reaching all of his deepest spots. The sound of John’s hips meeting Jaren’s ass was filling the room, along with the moans and grunts coming from the two.

John pushed his head into the pillow as well, muffling his moans. “So fucking loud. Can’t keep your whore mouth shut can you? Need something in your mouth, yeah?” John teased, removing his hand and placing it on Jaren’s dick. “Maybe next time we can get someone else in here to keep your mouth busy too. God knows you’d love it.” John smirked. Jaren moaned at the idea of two people fucking him at once, having both his holes filled. “Wanna cum! Please let me cum! Been ‘s good ‘fr you, taking you ‘s deep!” His eyes rolled back as John Jerked him off, still fucking into him brutally. “Then do it.” John said, knowing it would be a dry orgasm due to the cock ring.

John felt him tense up under his unyielding grip. He tightened around him and arched up, he practically screamed. His orgasm was no doubt unsatisfactory, thought after all the teasing it felt like heaven. He went limp under the hands holding his hips up. John continued pounding him. “Stop! Please! ‘M too sens’tive!” He begged, hands white-knuckling the sheet below him. John simply wrapped his hand around the brunette’s throat to prevent him from speaking as much.

“Gonna fucking cum, and you’re gonna take it like the slut you are. Gonna push it so deep you’ll be dripping for weeks- Fuck!” John tensed up and pushed as far as he could into Jaren, releasing his load deep inside of him. “Shit!” He groaned and thrust in a few more times, pushing his cum deeper and riding out his orgasm. He finally slowed down and pulled out. Taking labored breaths he reach for his phone on the end of the bed. He clicked the camera app once again and focused it on Jaren’s dripping hole.

He decided to take a video this time, and pressed the record button. He just let it capture the milky liquid slowly running from Jaren’s loose hole for a moment, before he scooped some of it up with his thumb and pushed it back inside. This emitted a whine from the sensitive boy beneath him. “Please can I cum? Been ‘ch a good slut for you. Wanna cum please, please, please.” Jaren sobbed out the words. “You wanna cum? Beg.” He replied, moving the camera to capture Jaren’s fucked out face.

“Please, let me cum! Took you ‘s well, let you use me, please! I waited ‘s long, ‘m so hard.” Smitty tried his best to beg in his cloudy mindset. “I guess that’s good enough, I know you can do better though.” John said, reaching his hand under to take off the cock ring. Smitty moaned at the contact but it wasn’t quite enough. “Want your fingers!” He looked pleadingly into john’s eyes, then the phone’s lens once he noticed it pointing at him. “Slut.” John murmured, letting the camera follow his hand.

He stuck two fingers into the boy’s used hole. He thrust in and out a few times, hitting his prostate each time, before he felt him tighten around him. He quickly positioned the camera to captures Jaren’s face as he orgasmed. “Fuck! ‘S good! Love it, your fingers are ‘s big!” He moaned out, squeezing his eyes shut and coming undone. He rolled his eyes back as he came, opening his mouth in a silent moan before he whined. His breathing was labored and his legs were shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. “Mm! God- ‘S good!” He choked out, vision going blurry. he finally collapsed on the bed, legs giving out. His stomach pressing against his own cum on the sheets.

His legs were still shaking and there was cum dripping down his thighs now. John stepped back to give the camera a full view of the mess he’d made before walking over to Jaren again, he put his face in the view again. “Who do you wanna fuck your face next time, Jare? Maybe we’ll both fuck your ass too, make you feel the stretch in your fucking stomach. Hm? Who’s cock do you wanna choke on whore?” John asked, sadistic look appearing in his eyes again. Jaren mumbled something into the sheets. “Speak up bitch!” John raised his voice, delivering a slap to Jaren’s face. The latter moaned and looked up into the camera, removing his face from the sheets.

“Puffer-“ He breathed out. “You wanna send this video to him? Show him how much of a whore you are?” Smitty nodded his head hesitantly, eyes a bit wide at the prospect. “Words.” John said, coldly. “Please! Wan’ him to see how much I ne’ him!” Jaren said, slurring his words a bit. “Good slut.” John smiled. He stopped the recording and sent it to Puffer.

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Chris🐡

( *Attatchment: Video* )
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Chris was laying in bed scrolling twitter when he got a text from John. “Weird.” He mumbled to himself, they never really texted much so he closed twitter and opened his messages. He was immediately met with an eye-full of explicit photos. He texted John.

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John

(did u mean to send those?)
(who is that?)

Read 1:39 AM

(Scroll up 2 the vid)

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It hadn’t even crossed his mind to scroll up, but when he did he found said video John was talking about. He clicked play and found himself faced with the same image as before, only this time it was obviously after the fact, cum seeping from the clearly used hole. He could see the puffy, brown hair on the head of the boy but that was about it for identifying features. Puffer sucked in a breath, now focused on the video before him.

A thumb, which he recognized as John’s due to the ring and painted nail, came into frame and pushed some of the liquid back into whoever was in front of the camera. A whimper rung out when he did this. “Please can I cum? Been ‘ch a good slut for you. Wanna cum please, please, please.” A voice rang out from his phone speakers. It sounded so familiar. The boy speaking had obviously been crying due to the state of his voice. “You wanna cum? Beg.” He heard John say before moving the camera to the anonymous man before him.

It was Smitty.

It was one of his closest friends, yet, shamefully, it turned him on so much. Seeing the lustful eyes made him bite his lip, the Canadian’s tear and spit soaked face looked absolutely fucked out. Jaren looked up at John behind the camera and began begging. “Please, let me cum! Took you ‘s well, let you use me, please! I waited ‘s long, ‘m so hard.” He saw a tear run down the small man’s face. “I guess that’s good enough, I know you can do better though.” John said, reaching down just out of frame and pulling something.

Chris realized what it was once it came in frame, though; a cock ring. He heard Jaren let out a pathetic moan at the contact. “Want your fingers!” He looked up pleadingly into john’s eyes, then the phone’s lens. “Slut.” John murmured behind the camera, angle switching to show Jaren’s used hole again. He thrust two fingers into him only a couple times before he saw the muscle tense.

The video quickly moved to capture the brunette’s orgasm. “Fuck! ‘S good! Love it, your fingers are ‘s big!” Jaren was loud, he noticed. His eyes squeezed shut as he came, mouth open silently. He could tell that Smitty was quivering. “Mm! God- ‘S good!” His body seemed to give out on him and he fell on to his stomach. John stepped back to give the camera a full view.

And, God, what a view it was.

Jaren had cum running down his thighs, as well as on his stomach. His hair was ruffled and his asscheeks were red, obvious handprints embedded into the rosy patchy color. John walked back over to Jaren. He looked so far gone, mind still hazy with orgasm.

“Who do you wanna fuck your face next time, Jare? Maybe we’ll both fuck your ass too, make you feel the stretch in your fucking stomach, hm? Who’s cock do you wanna choke on whore?” John asked, his tone sending tingles south in Chris’s body. He slid a hand down his chest, reaching his boxers before stopping. He heard Jaren mumble something into the fabric below him. “Speak up bitch!” He was surprised at the tone in John’s voice. He was even more surprised by the slap John delivered to Smitty’s face.

The latter moaned and looked into the camera lens. “Puffer-“ He said, nearly sounding like he was out of breath. Chris’s eyes widened. So this wasn’t sent by mistake then? He felt heat running towards his crotch and started palming himself. “You wanna send this video to him? Show him how much of a whore you are?” John asked, Chris could practically hear his smirk. Jaren nodded his head.

“Words.” John said. Puffer now had his hand down his pants. “Please! Wan’ him to see how much I ne’ him!” Jaren’s words nearly sent him over the edge, even though he had just started. “Good slut.” Chris’s breath hitched at that. Hand slowing down to prevent himself from coming. He closed out of the video and went to type to john again.

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John

(holy shit)

Read 2:03 AM

(call me)

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He clicked on the FaceTime icon before he could even second guess himself. John answered after two rings. He smiled into the camera before sitting down on the bed, propping the camera up in a way that showed off both John and Smitty. Jaren was on his back now and he had what looked to be a vibrator in him now. He had tears streaming down his face. A pair of underwear (which Chris had assumed was Smit’s) had been shoved into his mouth to quiet him. Chris noticed that his hands were tied to the headboard still, rendering him basically helpless.

John was fully clothed now, simply holding the remote that controlled the vibe. Jaren looked absolutely gorgeous. He was fucked out, arched, quivering, it was so good. Puffer had his face in frame. “Shit..” Chris said, biting his bottom lip. He was fully Jerking off now, just out of view of the camera. “He nearly came a second ago when I told him you were calling.” John said, squeezing Jaren’s red and sensitive cock before smacking it. “You jerking off?” John asked, looking the the movement of Chris’s camera. “Yeah- Oh shit..” He let out a groan. “Can you blame me? Look at him. Hell, look at you.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

“Well, don’t be shy. Share with the class.” John smiled. Puffer let out a breathy laugh before stopping his movements. He positioned the camera to capture his face and his cock. His hand was on it and he was stroking slowly. He let out a sigh and slightly bit his lip. Jaren looked absolutely gorgeous. He looked over to the phone and moaned at the sight of Chris jerking off.

“Ready?” John said to both of them as he held the vibrator controller up. He flipped it up to the second highest setting. Jaren’s back arched as his prostate was being relentlessly abused. “Too much! Please, stop, stop, stop! Please-“ He choked out. Jaren attempted a few more words before he was cumming. A pathetic string of white pooled on his stomach, he nearly came dry. John, however, didn’t slow the vibrator.

Jaren came down from his high and realized this, immediately looking at the other man with wide eyes. He was shaking with overstimulation now. John smiled at him with feigned pity, turning the vibrator up as far as it could go. “Fuck! Stoppit please! Please, John! Too much, I can’t, I can’t, please!” Jaren was crying. He was practically screaming at this point. “I dunno, why should I stop? If I’m remembering correctly I did tell you I would fuck you ‘till you passed out, Jare.” John said, caressing the bit of chub on the younger’s thigh.

Jaren honestly looked like he might pass out. His eyes were hazy and his mouth was agape. “Shit!” Puffer cut in, cumming onto his grey shirt. “So fucking pretty Smit! I always knew you were a fucking fag, i knew how much you liked taking cock, Jesus!” He moaned. He stoked himself through his high and finally removed his hand. He was breathing heavily and he let his head fall back before looking up at his phone again. The two were looking at him. Jaren looked close again and John was smirking.

John put a hand on Smitty’s cock and stroked a couple times. The smaller man came dry, body spasming, and his head fell backwards. John turned off the vibrator and Jaren’s breathing steadied. “Shit, John. Is he good?” Puffer asked, still partially breathless. “Yeah, he’s fine. I’ll take care of him. I’m honestly surprised he was able to stay awake that long.” John softly laughed. “That was-“ Chris paused, contemplating his words. “I wanna do this again. In real life, though.” Chris said. “I’ll check flight times.” John smiled at him.

That’s how he found himself here, in the same car as John and Smitty. His head was spinning as they turned into their neighborhood. “You nervous?” John asked him, looking over. “Uh, yeah, i guess.” Puffer smiled. They tuned into the driveway and john stopped the car.