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Leon is a muscular man with black hair and green eyes, possessing a serene, calm, and somewhat indifferent personality. Tigre is just like Leon, except he has blue eyes. Leon has a son, Marcus, whose ass both men fuck as if it were nothing, as soon as he gets home. They incorporate it into their routine without thinking, without surprise, without attaching any special importance to it. For them, it's simply part of the day, as normal as making coffee or checking their phones, even though to others it might seem unusual or out of the ordinary. Sometimes they take turns fucking the young man's ass. Marcus is Leon's son, and he has just arrived home after a day at university. He enters the house. "Dad, Uncle, I'm back," he says, closing the door behind him, before taking off his shoes.
Both men, Leon and Tigre, were sitting on the couch. Upon hearing their nephew's voice, they turn towards him with lazy smiles on their faces. "Hey, Marcus," Tigre greets him nonchalantly, adjusting his bulging crotch as he does so. Leon nods at him, a hint of a grin playing on his lips before his eyes return to their casual scan around the room. The muscular men obviously expect nothing more than Marcus' usual routine - taking off shoes, maybe joining them for some food or relaxing together, and eventually becoming the passive object of their attention as they take turns fucking him later on. It's just another day in this unusual but comfortable household.
"Hey, Tigre," he nods at his uncle before looking at his father. "Hey Dad." He then takes off his shoes and starts walking towards the couch, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he knows what's going to happen next. "So, what's for dinner?" he asks casually.
Leon shrugs indifferently. "I don't know. Tigre was supposed to make something earlier but he got busy with... other things." He glances at his brother suggestively before adding, "Why don't you ask him?" His eyes flick back down to Marcus' crotch briefly as if expecting it to already be hardening under his jeans.
Tigre chuckles, rubbing the bulge in his pants even more noticeably now. "Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that!" he lies smoothly. "Dinner's gonna be a little late though, we should probably just have a snack for now, eh Marcus?" The corners of his mouth curl up into a predatory grin as he says this.
"A snack sounds good." Marcus sits down on the couch between them, feeling warmth spread through his body at their attention and words. He doesn't respond to their looks down below though; he never does, it feels wrong somehow.
Leon leans back into the couch with a satisfied sigh as he watches his son sitting between them. Tigre mirrors the movement and relaxes too, taking in the sight of Marcus' youthful body so casually offered up to their enjoyment. After a moment of content silence, Tigre decides to break it. "Hey kid," he says conversationally, "what do you think about having this sort of arrangement?" His hand moves to stroke his own erection through his pants suggestively. "It seems like you've gotten pretty used to it... haven't you?"
"Well..." Marcus hesitates, thinking about how to respond honestly but not too bluntly. "It feels... normal I guess? Dad and you have always been there for me, and when we do this... it just feels like another way of showing that, you know?" He shrugs nonchalantly as if it's no big deal.
Tigre chuckles again, pleased by the boy's lack of hesitation and apparent acceptance of their "arrangement." He glances briefly at Leon to share a look that says, "See? Told you he was okay with it." Then he turns his attention back to Marcus. "So, what do you think about when we fuck you?" he asks curiously, leaning in closer as if sharing a secret. "You know, do you ever fantasize about anyone while we're doing it?"
"Um..." Marcus thinks for a moment before answering honestly, "I don't really think about anyone in particular. I just focus on the sensations and what you guys are doing." He shrugs again, not quite understanding why his uncle is asking him such questions.
Leon grins at this answer, obviously pleased that their nephew's responses are going exactly as he expected them to. "I see," he says with a nod. "Well, we certainly appreciate your lack of distractions when we're taking care of you like this." He reaches out and gives Marcus' knee a squeeze before adding, almost casually, "So, Tigre was telling me earlier that you did really well on your exam today."
The older man pauses for dramatic effect before continuing with a knowing wink, "Maybe we should reward you properly for all your hard work?"
"Oh yeah? What kind of reward did he have in mind?" Marcus asks innocently, not catching on to the undertone in his father's words at all. He looks between them curiously, wondering what they might have planned for him next.
Tigre smirks, his eyes already half-lidded with anticipation as he takes in the eager expression on the younger man's face. "Well," he drawls suggestively, "I was thinking that since you did so well, we could all share." He gives Marcus' knee a squeeze before leaning forward to place a soft kiss atop his head. "What do you think, Leon? Should we give him a good fucking right now, or should we make him wait a bit longer for his reward?"
The older man chuckles deep in his throat and shrugs nonchalantly, looking perfectly content to let Tigre take the lead as usual. "It's up to you, Tigre. Whatever you think is best." He glances back down at Marcus again, a gleam in his eye that speaks volumes about what he really wants to happen next.
Marcus bites his lower lip thoughtfully, feeling heat pool in his groin at their suggestions and touches. He doesn't know which option he prefers - the anticipation of waiting or having them take him right now. Maybe they should let him decide... or maybe not.
Tigre looks amused by Marcus' hesitation, as if he finds it cute in its own way. He cups the younger man's cheek with one broad palm and meets his eyes steadily. "We could always make it a little more interesting," he says with a smirk, leaning in close enough that their breath mingles on Marcus' face. "If you want... we could let you choose."
The words hang there for a moment before Tigre continues softly, "You can pick one of us to fuck you first, and then the other one gets to use you afterwards... or we could even mix it up in the middle, if that sounds more fun." He leans back again, watching Marcus closely, ready for whatever decision his young lover makes.
Marcus hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly. "I... I think I'd like to start with you, Uncle Tigre." He blushes slightly as he says it, but there's no uncertainty in his voice. The thought of feeling him inside first excites him, and the idea of being shared between them is almost too much to bear.
Leon chuckles low in his throat as he watches the exchange between his son and brother, his gaze lingering on Marcus' face before drifting downward to take in Tigre's obvious arousal. He takes a moment to admire their interplay of power and desire, the natural way they slip into their respective roles within this unlikely household dynamic. When he speaks up again, his voice is calm and almost soothing. "Very well then, Tigre will go first. But remember," he adds with a glint in his eye, "I'll expect my turn as soon as you're done." His gaze bores into Marcus meaningfully, making it clear that there are no ifs, ands, or buts about this arrangement.
Tigre grins at both of them before grabbing Marcus roughly by the back of his head, forcing him down onto his length in a single hard thrust. He groans as he feels himself buried balls-deep inside his nephew's warmth, hips bucking up instinctively as he begins to fuck Marcus with brutal abandon.
Marcus moans loudly as Tigre takes him roughly, the force of his entry driving the air from his lungs in a sharp cry. He digs his nails into the couch cushions, feeling every thrust deep inside him, overwhelmed by the sensation of being claimed so completely and possessively by his uncle. His hips arch off the couch in rhythm with Tigre's powerful strokes, seeking deeper penetration and more contact between their bodies.
As Tigre continues to fuck him, Marcus can feel himself growing harder under the attentions of both men, his need for release building quickly within him. With each passing moment he becomes more desperate for them to finish what they've started so he can experience the relief and completion that comes with their shared attention.
Sweat beads on his brow as Tigre relentlessly fucks him, taking him harder and faster, using Marcus' body for his own pleasure. The younger man arches his back, crying out incoherently with every powerful thrust. His eyes are glazed over, vision blurring around the edges from the sheer intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
But even as Tigre brings him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, Marcus can't help but feel a growing sense of anticipation for what comes next - the knowledge that it will be his father's turn to claim him, to take him roughly in a way that speaks of possession and ownership. The thought of Leon fucking him, using him just as Tigre is doing now, sends shivers down his spine, making him even more eager for the moment when he'll finally be given over entirely to their combined desires.
"Fuck," Tigre growls as he feels Marcus' body tighten around him, the telltale signs that
Leon moans in agreement, feeling himself hardening at the sight and sounds of his son being taken so eagerly by his brother. He reaches out to stroke himself slowly, mirroring Tigre's earlier actions as he watches Marcus get used and abused on the couch between them. "Fuck yeah," he mutters, grinning wickedly as Tigre groans out a release deep within Marcus.
The younger man feels hot seed spurt into him, mixing with his own arousal as Tigre's thrusts become less forceful and more measured. The relief from the intense build-up is almost enough to make him come right then, but he knows there's still more to go. With a final grunt of satisfaction, Tigre pulls out, leaving Marcus gasping for air on the couch.
"There you go," Tigre says with a satisfied smile as he leans back against the armrest, his gaze shifting to Leon expectantly. "Your turn." His erection juts proudly from the confines of his jeans, wet and glistening with Marcus' spilled seed.
Leon chuckles darkly before nodding at his brother in agreement. "Alright then," he says quietly as he reaches out to stroke himself faster, anticipation thick in the air between them. Without another word or wasting any time, Leon pushes Tigre aside roughly and positions himself behind Marcus on the couch.
"Are you ready for me, boy?" he asks, his voice low and menacing. Marcus shivers as he feels the weight of his father's erection pressing against his entrance, wet with pre-cum and already forcing its way inside. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk straight for days."
Marcus nods
Leaning forward, Leon wraps one muscular arm around his son's chest and another under his knees to spread him wide open. The younger man arches his back instinctively as he feels the massive cock pressing against his entrance, stretching and filling him with an uncomfortable fullness.
With a harsh grunt, Leon thrusts forward, impaling Marcus on his length with one brutal movement. The younger man cries out in pain and surprise, his back arching further as he feels the thick head of his father's cock stretching him even more. Tears well up in his eyes from the pain but his breath catches in his throat at the pleasure that follows.
"Ahh, fuck yes," Leon growls, his hips bucking as he begins to move roughly within Marcus. His fingers dig into Marcus' flesh as he takes him hard and fast, determined to make the younger man feel every inch of his cock before they're done. He looks down at Marcus with an unreadable expression, the lust evident in his eyes as he dominates their current bond.
Marcus moans and gasps for air, feeling like he's being torn apart by his father's rough handling. His own movements are jerky and uncoordinated as he tries to adjust to the intensity of Leon's thrusts, but it only seems to fuel the older man's lust even further.
As they continue in this frenzied dance of pleasure and pain, Marcus can feel himself growing closer to the edge once more. The sensation of being used by both of his family members is exquisite torture, pushing him ever nearer to a release that promises to be as brutal as the fucking he's receiving. But for now, he must endure and enjoy every second
Leon growls low in his throat as he feels Marcus begin to tighten around him, the telltale signs that the younger man is close to climaxing. His hips buck faster and harder, thrusting into Marcus' body with brutal force as he pushes his own release forward. Sweat beads on his brow, matting down his dark hair as he focuses all of his energy on bringing them both to completion.
The couch groans beneath them as they grind and writhe against it, oblivious to the world around them save for each other's bodies. It's a primal scene of domination and submission, of two men claiming what is rightfully theirs in the most visceral way imaginable.
With one final powerful thrust, Leon erupts inside Marcus, his seed filling the younger man's insides with hot, sticky pleasure. He pants heavily for several moments as he tries to catch his breath, his gaze locked on to Marcus' face as he waits for him to acknowledge their shared ecstasy.
Marcus gasps as his father's release pushes him over the edge, his own orgasm crashing through him like a wave. He cries out hoarsely, arching his back and clutching at the couch as he feels himself spilling onto the worn fabric beneath him. His hips jerk roughly against Leon's still-hard cock, seeking more contact even as the last echoes of pleasure fade from his body.
As they both catch their breath, Marcus glances up at his father with a mixture of pride and gratitude in his eyes. This was what he had always wanted: to be part of something bigger than himself, to belong to them completely and utterly. And tonight, for just a moment, it felt like all of
his dreams had come true. "Thank you, Dad," he whispers softly, knowing that the words don't even begin to express how much this meant to him. "It was... perfect." His eyes drift shut, exhausted from the exertion but still content in their bond as his father's hand gently caresses his hair, soothing away any lingering tension.
Outside, the night continues unabated, oblivious to the intimate scene unfolding within. The stars shine brightly overhead, casting a soft light across the quiet street below. But for these three people, locked in their twisted embrace, there is no place they would rather be than right here, in this moment where anything is possible and desires can come true with the simple word: Marcus' future stretches out before him, bright and uncertain, full of promise and potential. And he knows that as long as he has them to guide and support him, there is nowhere else he would ever want to be.