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Osborne groaned, resting his elbows on the table and his head in his hands. He sat there for a couple of seconds, allowing himself a brief moment of respite from the sea of paper in front of him. He sighed; rising to his feet and blearily glancing at the work for only a second before turning and stumbling through the open door towards Dennis' quarters. He should probably check the man was okay and not trying to drink himself to death again. He swung open Stanhope's door whilst staring at the floor then looked up-

The first thing he noticed was Dennis' face. His cheeks were bright pink; blush excessively vibrant against his dark hair. His pupils were dilated, his jaw hung loosely open and his hair sticking to his forehead - overall painting a picture of disarray. Then Osborne's eyes drifted down to where his hands were- Oh!

Osborne couldn't help the way his dick sprung to life and rubbed uncomfortably against his underwear. Not when Stanhope was moaning so prettily and his hands were rubbing desperately along his erect pink cock. Osbourne cleared his throat awkwardly, ignoring the tent forming in his pants.
"Sir;" he began. Stanhope's eyes opened slightly - still lust-filled slits - and his hands slowed almost to a stop.
"What is it, Uncle?" He slurred; almost moaned. He was clearly inebriated and not thinking clearly. "Can't you see I'm busy?" His hands came to a stop, still encircling his almost painfully hard dick. Osborne rubbed his legs together uncomfortably; desperate for any friction against his throbbing cock. "You interrupted me." He complained. Osborne swallowed. Stanhope seemed to notice his arousal, eyes gaining a predatory leer and wobbling to lean over Osborne; forcing him up against the door. His breath smelt like alcohol. "I have a good idea;" He breathed heavily. "Why don't you give me the orgasm you stole?" Good God, Osborne wanted that. But Dennis wasn't thinking clearly, and Osborne couldn't do that to him.

Suddenly, Stanhope rubbed his knee against Osborne's cock and he moaned needily. His body had made the decision for him.

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Dennis's eyes flashed with victory as Osborne ground himself against Stanhope's knee, each slight shift in pressure sending sparks of glorious pleasure through his body. He could feel pre-cum forming a small wet patch inside his underwear. He decided he didn't care.
"Sir- Please-" He needed more - more pleasure, more friction and more of the beautiful man standing in front of him. He pressed harder, legs shaky and Dennis' knee the only thing stopping him from collapsing in a heap of feverish longing. He let out moan after moan, almost screaming when Stanhope began to bounce his leg up and down and only stopped by the hand over his mouth. He whimpered quietly, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed; out of his mind with pleasure. Osborne melted into a lust-filled mess, limbs shaking uncontrollably and hips rutting into the coarse fabric. His movements became more messy, more desperate as he neared orgasmic relief-

Just as he was about to tumvle over the precipice, Stanhope moved away his leg. Osborne cried out at the loss, humping the air and feeling the ghost of an orgasm drifting away until he could no longer feel it. His asshole(kill me now) clenched on the air, hopelessly empty. He almost sobbed, dick straining against its fabric confines and pre-cum seeping through and leaving a dark patch on his trousers. Stanhope laughed, brushing gently against Osborne's sensitive cock and chuckling at the helpless whine he let out.
"Not yet, Uncle. Now you know how I felt."
"Please sir, please! I'll do anything! Please just let me cum!" A sharkish grin crept onto Stanhope's face, cock still hard.
"Anything?" he asked with a purr in his voice, running a hand gently over the claerly visible bulge in Osborne's trousers.
"Ye- Yes!" he panted, desperately bucking into the air and chasing the friction. Stanhope beamed, smiling brightly.
"Excellent!" he let go of Osborne, letting him fall to the floor as he groaned weakly. He then picked him up, sat him on the table and unfastened Osborne's belt with nimble fingers. His cock stood to attention, red with stimulation as he bucked his hips into Stanhope's. Their lips met in a frenzied kiss as Stanhope ran his hand up and down Osborne's dick, softly rubbing his thumb over the tip as he stroked it. Osborne moaned weakly into his mouth.
"D- Dennis!"

Stanhope increased the speed of his movements, vigorously rubbing him as he humped his hand. Osborne felt a coil tightening in his stomach, grinding helplessly as he neared release.
"Dennis!" He cried out as ropes of cum squirted over Stanhope's hand, dripping down onto the polished table. Osborne breathed heavily as Stanhope continued to rhythmically carry him through his orgasm, before he started to writhe from the overstimulation. He slumped onto the table, still shaking slightly in the afterglow. Stanhope lifted his cum-covered hand (i mean it let me die) away from his dick and Osborne sighed in relief.

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Stanhope stared deeply into Osborne's eyes as he raised a hand to his lips and claering a trail of cum from his pale skin. Osborne felt a spark of excitement rush to his still-flaccid cock at the sight, almost moaning.
"I still haven't cum yet." He murmured, gazing hungrily at Osborne as he drooped Osborne's trousers onto the floor. Osborne shivered in anticipation.

Without warning, Stanhope pressed a single cum-covered finger into Oborne's hole; eliciting a feverent moan. He waited for only a second for Osborne to adjust before thrusting it roughly in and out of his clenching ass.
"Ahh- Please-" Osborne moaned, his dick rising up again like Jesus after the three days. "I need your big fat cock Daddy~!"
Stanhope grunted in approval, penetrating him with another cum-stained finger and roughly scissoring him open. Osborne gasped, humping his hand in search of more stimulation. "Please~! I need you inside me~!" He begged, so close to cumming but unable to.
"If you're sure.." Stanhope began jerking himself off with his other hand, his 7-inch dick standing to atttention. Osborne whined as he fucked himself on Dennis' fingers, salivating at the sight of Sanhooe's cock. His own 5-inch cock throbbed uncomfortably, hard enough to be painful. He saw beads of precum pearling on Stanhope's dick, and he knew he was about to be pounded into the hard oak table. The fantasy sent even more blood to his dick, so aroused he could barely think.
"Please~" he cried. "I just need your dick Daddy~!!!" Stanhope grinned and drew out his fingers; only letting Osborne feel empty for a brief second before he slammed his cock into his gaping hole. Osborne whimpered at the stretch, still not prepared enough. Pleasure seeped through him, mind empty apart from the incredible feeling of fullness. He moaned uncontrollalbly, Dennis' hand stroking his cock again adding another layer of delight to the depraved scene.

Dennis began thrusting into him again, the hard edge of the table digging into his back. He moaned uncontrollably, the delicious sensation of Stanhope's dick rubbing against his prostate sending sparks of ecstasy through him. He could feel it pressing against his walls, grinding onto Dennis' dick as he came closer and closer to completion. "I'm- I'm gonna cu-" He was cut off by a loud moan being ripped from his throat, whole body spasming as cum spurted from his cock once more. Stanhope thrusted a couple more times, before coming to a stop. Osborne moaned again as he felt Stanhope's hot cum fill his ass, almost cumming again at the thought of carrying his kids- if only he had a cunt! Stanhope drew out, cum dripping from Osbornes hole. He whined at the sight, wishing it could stay there forever. Stanhope turned around and rusted in the desk for a minute, before pulling out a large buttplug. He strode over to Osborne, plunging it deep into his hole. "Wait- ahhh~!!" Ossborne moaned as Dnnis pressed a button on a remote he hadn't seen before, causing the plug to vibrate right against his prostate. "You cannot cum, or take that out until you have finished your shift on the frontline. If you do, I will find out and you will not cum for a week. Understand?" Osborne gulped. "Ye- aah~!! Yessir!' "Good." Stanhope pulled up his pants, before buckling them tightly. "You're up for 6 hours. Have fun!" Dennis waved him goodbye as he stumbled out the door, trousers surely stained and hair untidy. He silently prepared for 6 hours of torture.

(A/N: time to orphan this shit bye fuckers)