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"George, should we be doing this?" Asked Harold as he pumped Mr. Krupp's unconscious head up and down on his dick. The thick saliva flowing out of the mouth of the zonked out principle and dripping down onto Harold's pubes, as well as his office floor.

"Harold, of course we should. This little bitch does nothing but make others' lives miserable," George grunted, slowly fucking in an out of Krupp's glutinous ass, but surprisingly tight ass hole.

You may remember George and Harold. The two fourth graders who hypnotized their vicious principle, Mr. Krupp, to become the world's greatest superhero, Captain Underpants. Well, these little fourth graders have now become sixth graders and according to Harold, 'basically adults'. Sixth graders no longer take interest in superheroes and magical powers, but what they did take interest in was their dicks. After a long day of school, they needed an outlet, a sexual outlet. And who better to use then their oblivious, fat, and insufferable little principle.

The two boys were on either end of the meaty man, occupying both his holes. Harold taking advantage of his giant mouth, leaning against his desk, while George plowed his bottom, watching the fat on his body jiggle with each thrust. Harold also increased the speed of his actions, following George, both chasing euphoria.

Mr. Krupp's eyes rolled to the back of his head, with the newfound pace, his own body twitching to release.

"Arrrghh" He groaned around Harold's cock, releasing more slobber from his wide mouth.

Harold giggled, tilting Mr. Krupp's head up towards him, and peering at the hilarious sight. Only the whites of his eyes visible, cheeks red, snot running down his noes and mixing with his saliva and sweat, head twitching with each thrust of George's cock.

"Look at the pathetic little pig, just dying to come." Harold sniggered, increasing his pace once again, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head as he finally came. Harold held Krupp's head down to the base of his dick, coming down the man's throat, half of it falling out of his open mouth and back on Harold's pubes. Harold grunted, ripping the man's head off of his dick, and letting it smack against the hard tile-floor, now oversensitive. George grunted hard as he fucked his principle, now without the hold of Harold, his entire body rocking to and fro with the rhythm of each thrust. Krupp's two limp arms began to flail at his sides, and more grunts began to fall out of his mouth, but were now muffled by the office floor.

"Yess bitch. Take my cock you fat, ugly mother fucker." George yelled, shooting his load into Mr. Krupp's asshole, filling it to the brim. He heaved, collapsing next to the beefy man.

Mr. Krupp lay still, completely unconscious, face down on the dirty tiled floor. Harold frowned, turning with the man over by his shoulder with a bit of struggle. He zipped up his pants, ignoring the cum and drool on them, and crawled on top of the whale thighs of the man, looking at his hard, untouched, veiny penis.

Harold sighed, "Poor guy."

He began to fondle Mr. Crupp's man tits, massaging them.

"ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ"

Both the boys jumped at the large snore that erupted from their principle. George too tired to react, but Harold giggled, continuing his groping. He then lifted Mr. Krupp's surprisingly small penis, examining his hairy little testicles. The principle continued to snore, cum and saliva dripping out of his mouth, tired from the abuse his body just endured.

"Awww fattie didn't get to come did he?" Harold joked, tickling Mr. Krupp's balls. The man's snore stuttered, as his hips grinded against the air, begging to be touched.

Harold smirked and began to massage Krupp's balls. Suddenly, he raised his hand, and smacked his principle's testicles with all the power he could muster up.

"ZZZAAARGGH" The man jolted, his eyes rolling even further into his head. His tongue now hung out of his seemingly permanently open mouth, dripping with his slobber and Harold's seed.

Harold continued his torture, spanking his balls 5-6 more times, before getting bored.

"Hmmm. What else can we make him do?"

The snores kept getting louder, so naturally, Harold pinched the noisy man 's nose with his fingers.

"Ahh, silence." He giggled.

"Agghh" George groaned, finally coming out of his disheveled state. Smacking the chubby man's face, just because he could, and watched it whip to the other side.

Harold, got up from Mr. Krupp's body, thinking they were done molesting the naked man for today. But then suddenly, George snapped his fingers.

The Beefy man's corneas returned to the front, his eyes turning glassy. He stood up, in front of the two boys, arms hanging by his sides.

"Command me daddies." He moaned.

The two boys chuckled at the name, nothing was funnier than a man 30 years older than them, and 150 pounds heavier, calling these little 6th graders 'daddy'.

George walked over to the hypnotized cum dumpster, grabbing both sides of his face. He fondled the mans fat head, squeezing and pulling his cheeks. He looked into his glassy eyes, and smacked his face once again. No reaction. He raised his other arm, and smacked his face to face the other side. No reaction. He then grabbed his chin and pulled his head back, the man's big mouth right in front of George's face to examine. He reached an arm inside, Mr. Krupp gagging at the intrusion, and the boy pulled out a handful of Harold's cum, dropping it to the ground. Harold stood in confusion, but let George do his thing. He knew George had a thing with just playing with Mr. Krupp's naked body.

George continued to empty out his throat with his arm, gags erupting from the fat man each time. After he was done George smirked, taking a step back.

"Krupp. You are now a dog. Clean up this mess on the floor with your tongue." George ordered.

Mr. Krupp obeyed, getting on his hand and knees.

"Woof!" He barked, sticking his tongue out of his mouth.

"Awwww" Harold laughed. Going over to pet the fat man who thought he was a dog. Mr. Krupp yipped, happily rubbing against Harold's hand. George smacked his principle's face once again.

"Lick it up bitch." He commanded, pointing to the floor. Mr. Krupp whimpered at the abuse. Then all of a sudden, smacked his head against the hard floor, walking on all fours and dragging his tongue with him, head bowed.

Harold grimaced. That had to hurt.

Both boys watched their principle lap up the dirty ground until it was spotless. His naked ass high, and his face dragging against the floor. Harold and George delivered a few tight spanks to his butt, throwing him off balance for a moment. Harold even sat on his back, pretending to ride a donkey. kicking his chubby love-handles, every time he wanted Mr. Krupp to go faster. After a while Krupp halted, finally sitting his ass down, and squatting, his (still hard) pathetic excuse for a cock hanging between his open whale legs. Krupp yipped, his tongue out, covered with dirt, cum, saliva, and even a piece of green gum.

"Swallow it fattie." George smirked. Mr. Krupp's tongue finally rolled back into his mouth and he swallowed all of the clutter that lay on his tongue without a thought in his mind. Harold laughed. This poor, poor, man.

George then snapped his fingers once again, watching Krupp's glassy eyes reappear, and he stood up, taking his hypnotized stance once again.

"Command me daddies." He recited, completely thoughtless and pliable.

"Wear your clothes." George sighed.

"Come on George! I'm hard again, I was gonna make him actually suck it this time." Harold whined.

"Harold he'll probably vomit after what he just swallowed. Plus, it's getting dark, and it's my turn to take the fat fuck home for the weekend." George explained, watching the beefy man button up his shirt.

Every weekend the boys take turns bringing him home. They keep him hypnotized and in their closet, making him pee in a bottle, and occasionally feeding him their vegetables and a juice box. George came up with the system because now then could use him whenever they pleased. Personally, Harold loved hiding him under his blanket at night, and having him suck his cock the whole night. George didn't care much for his mouth, too much saliva, but he could fuck into that fat ass for the rest of his life. Yes, it may seem immoral but hey, the pathetic man already had no life out of this school. They were practically doing him a favor by getting him out of that house for the weekend!

"What are your plans with him?" Harold asked.

"I'm gonna make him keep coming in bottles, and then I'm gonna make him drink those bottles throughout the week." George sniggered, Harold following.

George pulled out their cart from behind the table, snapping towards Mr. Krupp.

"Pass out in the cart and don't wake up until I snap again." He ordered. Krupp nodded, yawning. He tipped to the left and to the right before falling face down in the cart. It was a miracle how he hadn't lost any teeth yet. His legs adjusted to fit into the cart, and his ass lifted up into the air. George sighed, punching the side of his ass to droop to the right instead of straight up. Harold grabbed a familiar red curtain and lay it over the man, completely covering the body and head.

"Don't forget to feed him, you always do and he passes out Monday morning when we remove the hypnosis." Harold scolded.

"I wont, I wont, don't worry." George reassured his best friend, walking the now heavy cart out of Mr. Krupp's office.

It was amazing how finding a little hypnotic ring in a cereal box lead to their sexual awakening at the ripe age of 12. Mr. Krupp was now theirs to use and he could do nothing about it. It was almost thrilling when every morning, after walking him back to school and removing the hypnosis, that line on his forehead reappears, and a frown takes its rightful place onto that man's face. And Krupp screams at George and Harold, completely oblivious to the fact that the two sixth graders have explored his body more times than Krupp has even seen himself naked. Oblivious to the fact that if he were a women he would've been likely pregnant with their sperm. Oblivious to the fact that they have made him bend in ways Krupp didn't even know were possible for him to do.

And all that, because of a plastic ring.

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"Hey Connor, you wanted to see me?" Louis beamed, entering the room of his fostered son.
"Take a seat on the bed Louis." Connor said, smirking as he watched his foster dad obey.

You see, Louis and Harry had toured all over the world while they were in One Direction. They toured, they partied, and once the band dismembered, they came out as gay, and revealed their relationship to the public. Connor despised them. As soon as they came out, they were met with nothing but utmost support and appreciation. They never suffered, they never worked hard. Louis and Harry were just ungrateful, spoiled, and bratty little fags. They didn't know the abuse Connor endured as a child. They never knew that the very orphanage they foster him from, fed him once a day, and showered him once a week. They didn't know because they are spoiled, bratty little fags that care about no one but themselves. Another thing Louis, and Harry did not know, was Connor's brain, and the knowledge it held. Connor was somewhat of a genius and held a keen interest in psychology. He figured out from a young age how to play with people's minds, and one day he would take over the world with his research. But every scientist, needs his test subject, and what better subjects than his daddys.

"Are you going to show me another project you've been working on? You know, me and Harry are so proud of you Conno-" "Easy Tiger" Connor interrupted.

Immedietly, Louis collapsed onto his son's bed. His legs dangling off of the side, his arms above his head, his eyes not their usual blue and vibrant, but vacant and dull.

Connor smiled. He had been conditioning Louis and Harry for about a week now using his research on Hypnosis. They both were susceptible, however he only chooses to work with one at a time, and right now Harry wasn't home which makes Louis the perfect target.

Connor walked over to his foster dad, taking a seat beside him. His right hand, gently rested on Louis's fat clothed crotch.

"Hey Louis. Can you hear me?" Connor said as he began massaging his foster dad's dick.

"Yes." Louis answered. Connor loved it when Louis was like this, his mouth parted, and his eyes unfocused, completely unaware of his surroundings.

"How was your day?" Connor asked, feeling Louis's dick fatten up under his palm.

"Fiine" Louis moaned, his hips twitching under his son's hand.

"Is there something that's bothering you?" Connor questioned. He had noticed that Louis wasn't as Jolly as he always is.

"Harry seemed angry." Louis responded. His eyes still vacant, and his voice now loosing it's pleasure.

Connor caught the vibe and stopped massaging his penis. Instead, he straddled Louis' waist, running his hands along Louis' long stretched arms over his head.

"Poor baby." Connor cooed, rubbing his noes against his dad's. "How do you feel Louis?"

"I feel scared." Louis replied. His breath hit Connor's upper lip due to the inch between their faces.

"But you love Harry right?"

"Yes."

"So you love to feel scared?"

"What?" Louis stuttered, his eyebrows furrowing slightly before returning to their surprised state.

Connor chuckled, biting Louis's ear, beginning to grind down on his dick.

"Well, you love Harry, and Harry makes you feel scared. So you love to feel scared." Connor reasoned, kissing along Louis' neck.

"Erm- I guess?"

"So you love being scared?"

"Yes." Louis concluded.

"What else are you scared of?"

"My dad." Louis blurted.

Connor frowned, sitting up on Louis' lap. Louis had never mentioned his dad in their previous sessions.

"Why does he make you scared Louis?" Connor asked, circling his thumbs around Louis's nipples, and smirking as he watched them get hard.

"He-he used to umm.... He used to hit me." Louis stammered.

"So you love your father Louis?"

"No."

"But you love feeling scared?"

"Yes."

"And you're scared of your father?"

"Yes."

"So you love your father."

"Yes." Connor sighed, thanking god that Louis did not fight him on this.

"Would you do anything for your father Louis?" Connor asked.

"Um. I don't know."

"But you love him?"

"Yes."

"So you would do anything for him."

"Yes."

"Would you let him touch you where ever and whenever he liked?"

Louis's eyebrows pinched together.

"I think so?"

"You would do anything for your father?"

"Yes."

"So you would let him touch you where ever and whenever he pleased?"

"Yes."

"And while he is touching you, what would you call him?"

"I would call him Dad."

Connor chuckled.

"No darling while he is touching you, you call him Daddy."

"I call him Daddy." Louis agreed.

Connor smiled. Now it was time to have some fun.

"Okay Louis, when I snap my fingers three times, you have to wake up but not fully. When I snap my fingers, you will think this stuffed bear is your daddy," Connor pointed at the giant stuffed bear Harry and Louis had gotten him, when he moved in. It was dark brown, and about the size of Connor himself. The bear sat at the far right corner of his bed.

"You will kiss it, you will hump it, you will worship it. You cant stop until you come, but you are not allowed to touch your penis." Connor concluded, snapping his fingers three times.

Louis's eyes rolled to the back of this head, returning as it's usual vibrant blue. He sat up, feeling desperate and uncomfortable.

"Oh um. Hey Connor. I must have... Um, fell asleep?" Louis said, rubbing his eyes. Connor didn't respond just wait for Louis's eyes to meet the bear.

"So, I'll head downstairs and get started on- Oh my fucking god!" Louis exclaimed, ripping off his shirt and shimming down his pants and underwear as he crawled along the bed to his Daddy.

Louis straddled the bear, taking its long fluffy tongue in his own mouth, sucking and kissing it as he humped the stuffed animal's leg.

Connor stared in amazement as his dad gave him an even better show than he asked.

"Daddy! Daddy I love you so much daddy. I would do anything for you." Louis cried kissing the bear on its mouth. He dragged his sack up and down the bear's leg begging for a release. Louis ass was completely in full view of Connor to grab and play with. Louis's hollow eyes carrying desperation, love, and begging for validation as they rested on the beaded eyes of the stuffed animal whom he thought was his Daddy. Louis continued to swallow its long and cotton tongue down his throat, caressing the bear's body with his hands, rubbing, and massaging where ever he could. As dragged himself up and down its leg, Connor sat behind him, spanking Louis's ass every time it came closer, watching it's tan skin jiggle.

"Ugh Daddy. You're gonna make me come. Oh fuck!" Louis groaned, humping this poor animal faster and faster. His neck snapped back, almost breaking in half. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he hips moved uncontrollably fast.

Connor could just watch and stare as Louis's body glistened with sweat as he literally violated this poor animal. He could just hope that Toy Story wasn't based off of a true story.

Louis's penis squirted his semen out all over the bear's brown fur, and Louis released the most animalistic howl as his body continued to ride the toy, hips starting to stutter.

As soon as he was done, Louis collapsed on to his Daddy, curling up against it and taking the bear's paw and kissing it as if it had any feelings. But Connor wasn't done.

"Louis, it's rude to make a mess. Why don't you clean off Daddy with your mouth?" Connor suggested.

Louis's eyes instantly widened, and he jolted up from his position.

"I'm so sorry. I'll clean you up Daddy." Louis cried, stuffing his face into the bear's crotch and licking every bit of his semen off of it's fake fur. He lapped at it like a fucking animal, swallowing every bit of himself. Just as he was about to finish, Conor's door slammed open.

"Louis what the fuck are you doing?!" Harry screamed.

"I'm cleaning my Daddy."

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"I'm cleaning my Daddy," Louis moaned, unconsciously grinding against the stuffed bear. "What the fuck is going on?! Connor get over here now-" "Easy Tiger" Conor stated. Louis collapsed on to his 'Daddy', his eyes glooming over like they did before. Harry on the other hand stood like a soldier. His posture straight, his arms to his side, the only thing that him and Louis had in common were their vacant eyes. "Hmm... What shall I do with you.." Connor hummed. What does one do when one has two of the sexiest men alive at his disposal. He could piss on Harrys face! Ugh, but he did that last week. Connor stood up walking towards Harry. The teenagers soft hands landed on the musicians pecks. Connor sighed, subbing circles around two of Harry's four nipples, laying small kisses along the giant moth tattoo that imprinted on his chest. Thank god for his half-button ups

Connor sighed. So many opportunities.

"Hey Louis, stand right in front of Harry." Connor commanded. Immediately, Louis' body stood up on the bed, walking towards his foster kid and his husband. As usual, his mouth parted, giving Connor that a view of that gorgeous pink tongue.

Whatever, maybe using his foster dads to get off on his own sadistic pleaser may be wrong. But what they don't know can't hurt them. Right?

Connor's dick began to harden as he watched the two lovers mindlessly stare at each other, both fully emotionless and fully under Connor's control.

Connor grabbed Louis' slender neck, and Harry's brown locks, rubbing their faces together. Harry's slightly larger nose squishing Louis', their lips rubbing against each others, but not kissing, all while their eyes remained open but showed no proof of consciousness. Fuck they were so hot. Connor was done playing around.

"Louis. Go lay on the bed face down, ass up." Connor watched as Louis climbed the bed once again, following the orders he was given. As soon as Louis' face disappeared into Connors pillows, he turned his attention to Harry.

God, Harry was so hot. Louis was sexy in a fuckdoll kind of way but Harry... Harry was sexy, he was slutty, yet he was domineering and composed.

"Harry when I wake you from this dream you want nothing more than to fuck me. You will fuck me as hard as you possibly can, fighting for release which you cant get unless I tell you to." Connor whispered into his sexy dad's ear.

Without waking up either of them, Connor flitted over to Louis, who was probably having difficulty breathing with his head buried into Connor's fluffy pillows. He towered over his foster dads nude body, his hand feeling down his backbone all the way to Louis's asshole. God how Connor loved Louis's ass. With his two hands he pressed Louis' ass cheeks apart. The nude but remained completely soft and relaxed. Connor tightly pressed his thumb right up against Louis' prenemium which was that area right above his hole, and right under his dick. Louis' body twitched slightly at the external pressure to his prostate. Connot dipped his head down, licking all the way up Louis' ass crack. Ugh. He couldn't hold off anymore. Connor quickly lined up his mouth against Louis' ear.

"Louis when you wake up you will find a release every 2 minutes. No matter what stimulation you will orgasm. You will remember that I am your foster son, and that Harry is your husband, but you will feel like you are glued to his bed, your hands are glued to the bed no matter what you do you cannot move them. You will regain your memories and are able to speak as you wish." Connor finished.

"Wake up Harry." Harry's eyes flushed over, then immediately darkening as they landed on Connor. Connor hurriedly shoved His 7 inch uncut dick inside of Louis' tight and dry hole, waiting for Harry to fill him up.

"You're so fucking hot," Harry breathed, jumping on top of the pair, kissing up Connor's neck and now naked back. Without a second though Harry shoved two fingers up Connor's hole.

"Fuck! Harry!" Connor squealed, his asshole being fingered by Harry's long fingers. But it could not have been worse than what Louis was enduring with Connor's dick fucking in and out of him. Louis' limp body shook with every thrust, his ass cheeks jiggling, while his body remained open and pliant.

"Wake up Louis." Connor groaned, now taking 4 of Harry's fingers in his ass.

Louis groaned, his face rubbing against the pillows.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! What the fuck is going o-Errhgh!" Louis screamed. His groans following the pattern of Connor's fucks.

"I'm fucking you." Connor moaned, Harry now putting his 8 inches inside his son.
"AHHH! What the fuck Connor! What the fuck! Harry what on earth are you doing!?" Louis yelled in horror, his head turning to face the two boys above him.

"Need-ugh! Need to fuck!" Harry babbled fucking into Connor's body at and animalistic pace. Connor howled, doing the same to Louis.

"Both of you! Get the fuck off of me! Get off of me! This is sick. So sick. Why can't I move my hands?! I'm calling the pol-AHHGHHERRR!" Louis screamed, his orgasm ripping through his body.

Connor took that as a sign to fuck him harder, matching Harry's pace. Louis groaned, how the fuck did he come from that?!

"What did you two do to meeeughhrh" Louis moaned, feeling sensitive, as his asshole got violated. Connor smirked knowingly, as Harry grunted with not a care in the world.

"Harry! FUck! Use me Harry!" Connor screeched, feeling his own orgasm come down on him. Louis continued to babble nonsense into the pillows, screaming about how this was so wrong. His words kept getting jumbled up because of the cock up his ass.

This family orgy continued for about thirty minutes.

At this point Louis had come 15 times, completely unconscious from dehydration and exhaustion, however his seed kept squirting every two minutes. Harry kept getting more and more frustrated with his lack of reward as Connor was close to coming his 5th time.

"Ughhh!" Connor groaned with his final orgasm.

"Harry get out of me." He ordered. Harry whined, so close to falling over the edge but not close enough.

But as Connor ordered, He took his dry member out of Connor and began to rut against the bed. Dry humping the white floral sheets with his hips, and eyes rolled back.

"So. So. So Close" Harry breathed humping harder. Connor smiled, Harry couldn't come unless he permitted him to.

"Harry put your dick inside Louis' mouth and use him to get off." Connor demanded.

Harry's eyes remained at the back of his head, as he maneuvered himself to the head of the bed, sitting on his husbands face. Louis's unconscious lips parted at the intrusion, as Harry slid down Louis' unmoving throat till his balls were at Louis' pink lips. Louis' eyes and nose were covered by Harry's bare ass and his lips unconsciously were wrapped around Harry's huge length. Harry grinded his hips across Louis face, desperate for a release.

Connor enjoyed the show for about ten minutes before letting Harry have it.

"Come for me Harry." He stated.

"AHHHHHSHSGHGHHUGHHHHHHHughhhhhhhhhhhh" Harry screamed, filling Louis' throat up with his cream. As soon as his orgasm landed, Harry fell forward, ironically nuzzling his face against Louis' pubes. His hips continued to stutter, riding out his orgasm.

"Easy Tiger" Connor whispered. Harry sat up on Louis' face, posture straight, and Louis' vacant eyes just simply opened.

"Harry look at the mess you've made. Lick every bit of cum in this room to clean up." Connor smirked.

"Wake up Harry." Harry's green eyes made a return, not showing a bit of emotion. Harry licked up and down Louis' body, licking every bit of come off of him. Louis remained silent and still like a doll. Harry took his dick out of his husbands throat, squeezing the semen from it and licking his hands afterwards. He then put his arm down Louis' open throat, cupping the semen from it then bringing it his own mouth and drinking it. He did this about thee more times, before licking the bed sheets clean and ending his chore off with licking his foster child's dick up and down, to clean it up. Connor took Harry's head into his hands and kissed the guy, shoving his own tongue down Harry's throat.

"I love you faggots." Connor whispered into Harry's mouth.

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Later Connor dressed both of them up himself, making them forget everything that just took place.

"I'll get started on dinner!" Louis beamed turning to head to the kitchen.

"Thanks! Love you Lou." Harry responded, following his husband.

Connor smirked.

Until next time...

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"Woah Liam. You have got to look at this cool thing I got, " Zayn beamed.

He ran towards his boyfriend whom he has been together for 6 sweet years with.

"Yes love?" Liam asked, looking intrigued.

Earlier that day Zayn had stumbled into a small flee market in their town. He wasn't looking for anything particular just some cool jewelry.

Zayn paused at a specific stall when a ring caught his eye. It was red, like a ruby, and the band was silver, which was rusted and gave it a unique flare.

"How much for that one?" Zayn asked. Yes, the ring was a tad bit girly, but he wasn't one to blindly follow gender norms.

"20 euros." The man responded, he was small and old. He looked like a human version of a raisin.

"That's a little steep, no?" Zayn argued. The ring was pretty, but was it worth 20 euros?

Zayn sighed, scratching his head.

"Young man. You have no idea the powers this ring holds. It can bend one to the will of the holder." The man responded, making big hand gestures.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

"Buy it, and you shall see." The man concluded.

Zayn frowned. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? After a few moments of consideration Zayn finally agreed, making the purchase.

He knew that 20 euros was a little expensive for a ring, but it looked insanely cool, and apparently it does cool shit too.

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"Sounds like bullshit Zayn." Liam said sternly. "You shouldn't have spent that much on a stupid ring, you know money's tight right now."

"Liamm you should've seen the man, he looked like he could do some voodoo shit. You would've believed him." Zayn argued, holding out the ring for his partner to see.

Liam and Zayn had been married for about a year now, at the age of 27. At the moment Liam was the only one that was working, he worked as an accountant at a small firm. Zayn was a natural artist, he didn't enjoy corporate jobs, he just wanted to sit at home and let his creativity flow. Liam had once found this trait endearing. He used to admire Zayn for being so focused on his true passion and talent, but now he just felt like he was stuck with all of the major responsibilities that came with being an adult.

"Zayn. Its a fucking ring. It cant do magic. Are you seriously that gullible?" Liam questioned. He crossed his arms, his furry eyebrows knitting close together.

Zayn huffed. He hated it when Liam acted like a parent rather than a partner.

"Liam look at this thing, I know magic isn't real. It just looks cool does it not." Zayn slipped the ring onto his middle finger flashing it at his husband.

Suddenly, Liam's eyes lidded, his posture slackening from it's usual straight form.

"Yes." He responded, his face unreadable.

'What the fuck just happened?' Zayn thought.

"Liam you okay?" Zayn asked.

"Yes." Liam responded. His eyes remained small, and his arms continued to hang at his sides.

"Is the ring working?" Zayn questioned. He moved his hand in a circle, watching as Liam's gaze followed the ring, his eyes rolling in circles in attempt to keep up with the hand.

Liam did not respond to Zayn's inquiry.

Zayn put his hand down, in attempt to snap Liam out of whatever trance he had accidently put him under. However Liam's consciousness didn't return, now he just stared into nothingness.

"Liam put your hands up." Zayn tried. Immediately Liam put both his arms into the air.

'Is he fucking with me?' Zayn thought. He wasn't an idiot.

"Liam keep your arms up, but turn around and start twerking." Zayn snickered. No way Liam would ever do that with his ego.

The brown hair man turned around, squatting and shaking his ass at his husband while his arms were still up.

"What the fuck?" No fucking chance this is real.

Zayn smiled. He knew Liam was trying to mess with his mind, and he was not going to be the fool here.

"Liam keep twerking and saying 'Zaddy Zayn'". Zayn smirked. Now if Liam did do what he asked, he would look like the fool.

His smirk wavered when Liam began to chant 'Zaddy Zayn' while his ass shook in Zayn's face. This is not real.

Zayn walked up to the man, tickling his pits while his arms were up. No response. What?

"Liam what's going on?" Zayn mumbled, staring at his partner's compromising position in confusion.

Zayn didn't get a response, just "Zaddy Zayn. Zaddy Zayn. Zaddy Zayn." This caused Zayn to frown. Did he break Liam? Obviously the ring was working because there was no way in hell Liam would ever do this on purpose. Zayn blinked at his partner. This shit is scary, who the fuck just gives someone this much power through a ring. But there was a small part of Zayn that liked the control he had over Liam too. He could make him do anything. Zayn closed his eyes and shuddered at the possibilities.

Don't get him wrong. He loved Liam with his whole heart. But there were just a few things about him that bothered Zayn just a bit. Like how Liam would tell him to chew with his mouth closed, or when Liam would absolutely loose it when Zayn left his art supplies hanging around the house. Liam was under so much stress, Zayn could see that. He would come home from work, so, so tense, wanting to do nothing but sleep as soon as he got home. Even when Zayn tries to give him head, Liam always shrugs him off saying he was 'to tired'. With the help of this ring he could relax his dear, dear husband for as long as he needed... Maybe even, forever? Zayn shook his head, he was going too fast. First he needed to see what the ring could even do.

"Liam Stop. Stand Normally." Zayn commanded. Liam straightened himself up staring straight ahead, hands to his side. Zayn walked towards him, standing face to face with his husband who was now completely at his disposal. The tan man's hands reached up and began massage Liam's shoulders, squeezing the tension from them. One hand continued the massage while one hand trailed down Liam's muscular body, massaging his pecks one by one before finally traveling down to his crotch, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Agh" Liam groaned. Zayn's eyes softened as he stared at his partner. He put his hands on the sides of Liam's head, pressing a kiss to his closed lips.

"Aww poor baby," Zayn cooed, rubbing his nose against Liam's. It had obviously been a minute since Liam had last had an orgasm. Zayn's brown eyes stared at Liam's blank ones. He could help him out couldn't he? That's what a good husband is supposed to do.

"Go sit on the couch Liam." Zayn ordered. Liam mechanically walked towards their leather couch taking a seat. Zayn trailed after him, straddling his lap as soon as he sat down. Zayn kissed and sucked Liam's neck, pulling his head back by the grip on his hair to give himself more access. At the same time his other hand unzipped Liam's tight skinny jeans, pulling his semi-hard dick out.

"Fuck. I forgot how big you are." Zayn breathed in his zonked out husband's ear. He took his hand and shoved it in Liam's mouth, twisting it in there to get it nice and wet.

That sight alone almost made Zayn come, his entire fist somehow fit inside his lovers mouth. But the best part were his eyes. His big brown, but vacant eyes which indicated that though his body knew what Zayn was doing to him, his mind didn't. It was like his brain was sleeping.

Zayn took his hand out and began to beat Liam's meat while grinding down on his big muscular thigh. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of Zayn's tugs, and his grunts as he humped Liam's meaty thigh. Liam however, just began to breath faster, which Zayn could feel on the side of his neck.

Within three minutes Liam finally began to groan, and Zayn knew he was about to come. Liam always did get more vocal towards the finish in bed. Liam's body unconciously began to match Zayn's pace, rolling his hips against the raven haired man's arm.

"Ugh UHghh. Ohhhgghhh" and with those three sounds, Liam's semen squirted up onto the both of them. Zayn groaned, grabbing Liam by the shoulders and grinding his hips faster, trying to find his own release.

"You-ugh. You look so fucking sexy baby." Zayn moaned sucking on Liam's neck as he chased his high.

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It had been three hours. Three hours since their orgasms. Three hours since Zayn's been looking at Liam, who remained in the same position as Zayn stood in front of him. His body looked as though he was sleeping, his legs spread, his now soft dick lay limp against his thigh, and his head arched back to find the support on the couch. Both of their seeds left stains on his shirt, jeans, and even a few drops on his beard. And his eyes, they remained open, staring up at the ceiling.

Zayn had time. A lot of time to think about what this meant.

Liam was right. They didn't have a lot of money. But you know who does have money? Liam's father, Michael Payne. He was a wealthy man, who owned several real estate companies. Unfortunately, when Liam came out, Michael completely cut him off and disowned him. Michael called Liam some of the worse things a man could call his son, and Zayn hate him with every bone in his body. Which is why, he decided to text him from Liam's phone saying that Liam realized that he had chosen an awful lifestyle, and that he wanted to rekindle his relationship with his parents now that he was no longer gay. Just some bullshit his shitty dad would believe. He had sent the message nearly an hour ago, requesting Michael come to their home right away, to help with some papers to help him separate from Zayn. Michael took the bait. Obviously.

In about 15 minutes, Zayn heard a knock at the door. Smirking, he answered it, opening the door to a concerned looking Michael.

"What are you faggot doing in this house-" Michael was immediately silenced with Zayn's ruby red ring. His eyes followed the thing as Zayn moved his arm up and down.

"Come in Michael, sit next to Liam." Zayn ordered. He watched the father mechanically sit next to Liam, who's dick was still out, and come was still all over his body.

"Michael, from now on, you will send Liam's bank account two million dollars every year. Starting with today. You will not know how or why. You will just send his bank account the money each year on this exact date. Nothing between you two will change." Zayn listed.

"Yes." Michael droned.

It wasn't enough Zayn thought. The hell he has put Liam through must be punished. Zayn walked towards Michael, straddling him just like he had straddled Liam. He took Michael's head in his hands, taking a look at his face. As much as he hated this man, he looked exactly like Liam. Zayn leaned forward giving Michael a sloppy kiss. He shoved his tongue inside of the older man's mouth, exploring every crease inside it. He took Michael's tongue sucking it into his own mouth as he fisted the 58 year old's hair. God he even tasted like Liam. This make out session continued for about 5 minutes before Zayn pulled off with a pop, analyzing Michael's bitten lips, slobber dripping down his chin, and his messed up gray hair.

"Now you're gay too fag." He spit, getting off the older man.

"You can leave now Michael, fall out of the trance and forget what happened here but only subconsciously remember to send them money in every year." Zayn smirked, watching the Liam's father walk out of their house, most likely for the last time. Now he had Liam all to himself.

Zayn sat on the couch, laying his legs on Liam, playing with his short hair.

"Liam feel every stress, every negative thought, every tension leave your mind and your body," Zayn whispered. Almost immediately that permanent crease in Liam's forehead relaxed, and he somehow sank further into the couch.

"You will forget those tensions forever Liam. Now your only focus will be me. You will want to be with me, around me, in me, on me. You will no longer think about work, or friends, or family, I will be your only thought Liam. Your job is to think about me and my job is to think about you pretty baby." Zayn said, caressing his husbands face. This is how it always should've been. He was doing Liam such a big favor. Now he no longer had to carry unnecessary burdens around, always worrying, always stressed. Zayn relieved him of that.

"All you will want to do is make me happy. You will cook for me, clean for me, with not a stress in the world." Zayn smiled. Liam was going to be his forever now.

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Heyy guys! Just a quick Ziam fic here. Also I know that Liam's dad's name isn't actually Michael but I wanted to change it just out of respect. If you guys want to see anything please let me know I'm kind of running out of ideas. I am planning to make a second part to this so let me know if there's something specific you would like to see !

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"Fuck! Fuck Zayn! You're perfect baby. I love you so, so, so, so much!" Liam groaned as his husband bounced on his cock.

"I love you to my love!" Zayn screamed, pulling Liam in for a sloppy kiss as he continued to grind down on Liam's 10 inch monster.

The couple were currently in their lovely home, exploring each other's bodies for the sixth time today. The frame slammed against the wall as Zayn rocked his hips harder, and harder until they both were able to reach their high.

"I'm coming angel!" Liam moaned as he unloaded his cock into the love of his life. Zayn immediately got off of Liam's dick, and sat next to him doggy style.

"You know what to do Liam."

Liam nodded, positioning himself behind his husband and scooping his semen from Zayn's hole. Zayn's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Liam's long tongue brushed against his walls. He planted his palm on Liam's head, stuffing it between his legs as he stroked his cock with the other, eventually coming with a long sigh.

"Spit." Zayn ordered holding out a jar. Liam let his tongue fall from his mouth, emptying his own semen into the clear jar. Zayn smiled watching Liam's hazy, fucked eyes. He uses Liam's semen in his paintings, he loves to paint using it and then sniff his canvas after it hardens with the rest of the chemicals.

Sex with Liam was never that good. Zayn has had quite an adventure when it came to sex and kinks, but Liam liked it very vanilla, and Zayn liked Liam so he just adapted to it once they started dating. But this ring. This ring has completely changed his life. Not only his sex life, but also his and Liam's personal lives. They didn't have to worry about a goddamn thing anymore.

"I love you so much Zayn," Liam moaned, going in for a kiss.

That was another perk. Liam no longer thought of Zayn as an annoying toddler anymore. Instead, he worshipped him, took care of him, made sure he had everything he needed. But this was good for Liam in Zayn's defense. Now, Liam was no longer grumpy and uptight, he was relaxed and bubbly with not a thought behind those eyes. Besides Zayn of course.

Zayn moaned into their kiss as Liam began to palm him once again.

"No babe. I'm done for today. Why don't you go make me some pasta?" Zayn suggested, rubbing his stomach.

"Yes of course. Anything for you my handsome boy." Liam gushed, giving Zayn one last kiss on the lips before skipping to the kitchen.

Zayn knew that it was wrong of him to make Liam his servant but he couldn't help it. Liam was so eager to please him and Zayn wasn't complaining.

Zayn sighed, switching his phone. There was a text. From Harry. Fuck.

'Heyy, just checking in. You and Liam okay? He hasn't been at work and he wont answer any messages' - 7:38 AM

Fucking Harry. Zayn thought. Harry was Liam's coworker and somewhat of a best friend. Zayn scowled, Harry could ruin everything. Before he could even react he heard the doorbell ring. Fuck. Zayn gulped walking to the door.

"Zayn baby you sit I got it!" Liam beamed. Naked.

"No no no no baby-" Zayn rushed after him. He was too late.

"Liam? Why the fuck are you naked?" Harry questioned, standing at the doorway.

Liam's eyes softened.

"So Zayn can have me whenever he wants." Liam responded mechanically. He was only sweet to his love. He was only sweet to his Zayn. He only thought about Zayn. Zayn.

"What the fuck?" Harry screamed, closing his eyes. The curly headed boy hurried into their house, slamming the door behind him so that none of their neighbors saw Liam's bits.

"Liam what the fuck is going on?"

Liam didn't respond, just turned around and sat down beside Zayn on the couch who was in nothing but his boxers.

"Harry, why don't you sit down." Zayn spoke, sliding his arm around Liam's shoulders. Liam smiled, resting his head on Zayn's shoulder, his ten inch penis hard as a rock.

"No. No. I'm not sitting down. What did you do to him? He's not like this." Harry rambled, his hand over his eyes.

"Let me explain myself." Zayn argued.

Harry paused, debating whether he wanted to even know what Zayn had to say or not. After a moment of hesitation, Harry sat down, looking at his feet.

"Better be quick Malik."

"You know Liam's been under so much stress. As a husband it is my responsibility and my duty to take that away. Look at how happy he is now Harry. Aren't you sugar?"

"Always happy with you my love." Liam chirped.

"Did you fucking drug him? We're all fucking stressed Zayn we're humans, you can't just take that away from him. It doesn't work like that." Harry bellowed. He was so, so confused at what was going on.

"Liam is here because this is what he needs. I would watch that mouth if I were you, Styles." Zayn threatened.

“Shut the fuck up Zayn. I don't know what you're doing here but you better- woah.” Harry sat stunned at the gorgeous ring Zayn just presented him with.

"I warned you Styles" He smirked, twirling the pretty ring with his fingers.

Hmmm... Now what should he do with Harry. Zayn turned his head to look at Liam who looked back at him like Zayn was his whole life, his whole being. And at the moment, he most likely was. The man sighed, running his hands through his dark hair. Then he turned his attention to Harry. Harry with his beautiful brown curls, his cheeky dimples, and bright smile. He looked so innocent and pretty when he wasn't yapping his dumb mouth. Innocent Harry.

Zayn's lips turned to a twisted smile. He knew exactly who he wanted Harry to be.

"Harry. When I release you from this trance, you will think of Liam and I as your daddies. You will do as we say, when we say it. In fact you will get pleasure from following our orders. Your soul purpose in life is to be dicked down by your daddies. Understood?"

"Yes," Harry droned.

Zayn knew this was a little harsh. But Liam was constantly horny and Zayn loved to have sex with him don't get him wrong. But more than 5 times a day seemed like a stretch, so Harry could solve this issue for him. Zayn smiled.

"Liam. Look it's our son Harry. You will love him like he's your baby boy." Zayn cooed, turning his husband's attention from himself, to their knew 'son'.

"Oh my gosh Zayn! I've always wanted kids," Liam squealed, paddling over to a hypnotized Harry, squeezing his chubby cheeks.

"Snap out of the trance Harry." Zayn commanded.

Harry blinked his dry eyes, confused for a second until his eyes landed on Liam.

"Daddy!" The curly haired boy squealed, pulling Liam in for a hug. Liam hugged him back in fondness, he loved his son! Harry squeaked beginning to hump Liam's thigh in the middle of their hug.

"Harry sweetheart. What are you doing?" Liam asked shocked, trying to pull away from the boy. Sons weren't supposed to do this to their fathers.

"It's okay Liam use Harry however you would like he is yours." Zayn reassured him. Liam's eyebrows creased before they relaxed again. Of course, Zayn was completely right.

"Dick me down Daddy!" Harry screamed as he was tackled by Liam in a kiss. Liam pinned him to the couch, ripping apart his brown corduroy pants with his bare hands along with his underwear. Zayn raised an eyebrow. Looks like Liam liked to go rough when he was with anyone besides his dear husband.

"Harry baby. Let Daddy use you." Liam groaned, flipping Harry onto his stomach and shoving his monster into his ass without any prep.

Harry screamed at the intrusion, his eyes getting watery. Liam just pressed his small body down onto the couch and began to roar as he fucked him mercilessly. Zayn just watched the two, pulling out his own cock and stroking it at the sight.

"Daddy. Daddy harder. I love you Daddy." Harry babbled as his ass got destroyed. Liam completely lost it, suffocating Harry into the couch as he plowed his hips harder. Within minutes Liam unloaded his semen into the boy's ass spanking Harry's ass as he did so.

"You were so good for me son." Liam panted, riding off his high. This praise got Harry worked up, causing him to unload into the couch with a high pitched scream.

"Liam. You know what to do."

WIthout a second thought, Liam kneeled on the ground, pulling Harry's ass in front of his face as he began to scoop all of his semen from his hole.

"Ohhhh Daddy. Yess," Harry moaned, grinding his hips against Liam's face. Without a second orgasm from Harry, Liam took the sperm and dumped it into the bowl on the coffee
table.

"Daddy please! I was so close." Harry panted, humping the couch. Zayn scowled, what gave him the right to request an orgasm from his husband.

"You will get what you are given slut. Since you love coming so much, go to the kitchen and fuck yourself with a banana for 4 hours. You have to come 10 times." Zayn ordered.

Harry moaned. "Anything for you Daddy."

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Hey guyss. Let me know if I should make another part to this. Thank you so much to the person who requested this it was super fun to write!