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Patreon Compilation – Fic#218 – Soldier/OC – spanking; thicc ass – Testing Boundaries 4
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Jack/OC – Sonny is a glutton for punishment from his hot, older BF... so he keeps stepping out of line by flirting with other guys.
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Sonny had been doing it on purpose the whole time. He’d been angling for the outcome: Jack pissy and horny because he kept watching his boy getting all touchy-feely and giggly with Genji who already is so loose and easy, he flirts with just about anyone and anything.
Jack had noticed Sonny’s glances; always making sure daddy is watching. Making sure he’s stewing in his own juices and quietly fuming when he puts his hand on Genji’s shoulder and leans in just close enough to have his fat tits pressing against his arm.
He’d wanted this to happen. Jack just doesn’t think he anticipated it completely.
Sonny is all breathy and giggly and insincere ‘sorry daddy’s before he’s bent over Jack’s lap, his shorts ripped down to let his fat ass cheeks jiggle in the dim lighting of their bedroom.
He doesn’t giggle anymore once the first harsh hit connects with the underside of his fat, slutty ass, leaving behind the perfect, stark-white outline of Jack’s hand. In fact, if Jack were to hazard a guess, Sonny isn’t even breathing anymore as the sharp pain ricochets through his body.
That he’s all on board for it is a no-brainer. Even as Jack grabs one of his cheeks and digs his fingers in meanly, Sonny just groans low and heartfelt. He flexes his hips, pushing his quickly growing erection against the side of Jack’s thigh, trying to get some traction and get off in secret.
“Goddamn slut,” Jack growls. He gives him another harsh slap; on the other cheek this time.
Sonny whines, his whole body convulsing, whether out of a brain-dumb reaction or because he actually tries to get away for a moment, Jack wouldn’t be able to tell. His free hand snags around the back of Sonny’s neck like a steel vice, holding his boy down. Making him take it.
“Were minutes from letting him pound your fat ass, huh? He knows you’re a dumb bimbo. Everybody knows. You’re so damn easy for it, Sonny…”
He slaps him again. Less harsh this time just to watch how his flush starts to quickly crawl up his back, visible even through the bimbo beach boy tan he’s got going.
“Y-Yes, daddy-”
Sonny doesn’t even try to defend himself. Jack hadn’t anticipated him to, but it never fails to give him a hot thrill down his spine when he realizes all over again just what kind of desperate slut he’s got on his hands. How much Sonny wants him to keep him on a tight leash and under his boot… telling him over and over again what a nasty, sloppy whore he is.
Making daddy real proud.
Jack leans back a little with a grunt, letting Sonny feel his erection pressing up into his stomach. Oh, he’s going to fuck this thick bimbo. He’s going to make sure he’s walking with a limp for the rest of the week. He might be double Sonny’s age but he’s always determined to show him that he still got what it takes to make his boy sing.
Like spanking his fat, juicy ass. Jack doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of the sight of it jiggling with every impact. Hell, Sonny usually wears those skimpy little shorts that have half his cheeks hanging out of ‘em anyway. A trip to the beach is absolute Hell if they aren’t somewhere he can pull his slut down on his dick whenever he feels like it.
He hits down on the meatiest part of Sonny’s ass, the plump muscle and fat jiggling eagerly for him while the young man’s cock presses more and more insistently into the side of his thigh. His arm rushes down again and again, the sound of the slaps filling the room and mingling with Sonny’s pleasured gasps and the occasionally garbled ‘daddy’ that manages to make it off his tongue.
He loves getting spanked… it only takes a bit for him to remember it every time it happens. Luckily there’s not much needed for the horniness to take over and mellow out the pain into a delicious side-sensation as Jack gets his frustrations out over Sonny trying to show him up with another guy.
This dumb bimbo really knows exactly which buttons to press… Jack loves it.
“Go on… stop rutting off against me and spread your legs. I think you could use a few slaps to your slutty pussy as well.”
“N-Nooo, daddy!” Sonny whines, the breathiness in his voice utterly betraying just how eager he is. It also doesn’t help his case that he immediately does as told. With the bed right there, it is difficult to spread his legs properly, but he makes up for it by arching his back and thrusting his ass up violently enough to get it to jiggle again.
Jack cusses softly under his breath. He does’t think he’ll ever get as lucky again as when he met this delightful little slut.
He grabs Sonny’s cheeks with both hands, kneading them and spreading them apart a few times just to hear him whine pathetically because he’s afraid of the spanking. His hole, as always, is plump and whorish looking. It’s a well-fucked pussy, after all; Jack makes damn sure of it, and not only because at heart he’s become pretty insecure about their age gap.
He just likes sitting with his boy in the evenings, watching a movie as he idly fingers his slutty cunt into a nice, slow orgasm. It’s romantic.
Sonny meanwhile is panting like the overexcited puppy that he is. Jack gets the feeling the whole endeavor will backfire and make him flirt more often with other guys just to get a rise out of Jack but… oh, who is he kidding, he loves disciplining his little slut. Especially when he keeps calling him daddy in that breathy voice.
He’s played himself by arching up his ass the way he is doing right now; it means he is unable to fuck his young stud cock against Jack’s leg and that makes him no happy camper once he realizes.
“Daddy, please… please!”
Jack slaps one of his meaty cheeks again; open palmed and harsh.
“What?” he growls.
Sonny doesn’t reply. He just wiggles and moves his hips in an awkward twerking motion that still gets his ass jiggling in a really hypnotic manner.
Jack can be patient, though. He just waits and watches the show, his own dick pulsing in his slacks and pressing into Sonny’s tight abs.
“Keep going, daddy,” his boy finally whispers in a barely-there voice. He’s gone still again, his back arched to a degree that looks painful. He seems to be holding even his breath, waiting for a release.
Jack knows what he’s waiting for. He knows his little bimbo boy like his sleeve, after all. But he needs him to say it anyway.
Brushing his fingertips tickling over the small of Sonny’s back, he growls softly: “Say it. Say what you want daddy to do.”
Sonny groans. Jack can see his skin breaking out in goosebumps; it doesn’t need more urging, though; Sonny is always more than eager to play. It also takes a few more brain cells to be embarrassed, Jack figures with a wry grin.
“Spank my pussy, daddy,” Sonny groans. He reaches back and grabs his ass with both hands, pulling the fat cheeks apart eagerly. His hole with the swollen, slutty rim is winking at Jack; clenching down on nothing before blooming back open.
How could he say ‘no’ if he’s being asked so nicely? He slaps his fingers down against it, feeling how the plump hole is giving him a desperate kiss, trying so hard to immediately suckle him in.
Sonny’s whole body jumps on his lap but he stays nice and put. He groans throatily, the sound traveling right along Jack’s dick. It’s fucking nice, so he does it again. And again. He watches Sonny’s rim quickly flushing red under the spankings and can’t help but give in to the pressure, fucking to fingers dry into him so he’ll whine louder.
It’s a much more pleasant continuation than Jack had anticipated. He had been actually angry beneath his horniness, but he can see that Sonny has managed to play him yet again. For a beach bimbo that can barely rub two brain cells together, he manages to outwit this old man pretty often…
He does tend to be surprisingly smart when it’s about getting dicked, though, so there’s that. Maybe Jack shouldn’t feel too bad about the whole situation… especially when in just a few moments he’ll throw Sonny onto the bed and ream his aching, bright red hole dry so he’ll feel his daddy for days to come.
Really not helpful in making him behave himself but honestly… Jack couldn’t care less when he sees Sonny’s pussy working so diligently like a hungry mouth while his boy is moaning breathy like a two dollar whore.
