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Kinktober Day 22: Threesome (Or More), Cuckolding

thethespacecoyote:

Timothy was a dead man.

Though he’d harbored a crush on Rhys for years, he’d never thought to act on it outside of his fantasies. Mostly because Jack would strangle the life out of him if he ever knew or found out about his feelings. So he’d kept them locked away and tried to act as professional around his boss’s mate as he could.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered that Rhys might feel the same way.

He tried to resist at first when Rhys came onto him, making his intentions absolutely obvious as he pressed his body close and slid his arms around Timothy’s neck—in Jack’s office, no less. He’d just wanted to pop in and give his mission debriefing, only to find Rhys lingering there instead of Jack, and well—things had just devolved from there, until Rhys had him pinned against the edge of the desk. Tim felt helpless beneath those grasping hands and greedy tongue, unable to push Rhys off thanks to the needy pheromones flooding over him. Soon enough he started to reciprocate, eventually flipping their positions to pin Rhys up against the desk instead. He’d just started to devour the omega’s neck when the sudden sound of the office door opening sent a bolt of cold terror right to his groin.

“Well well well…what do we have here?” Honestly, Tim was a little surprised Jack took the time to say anything before shooting him dead. He let out a whimper of fear and shut his eyes tight, preparing for the inevitable as the sound of footsteps clinked closer.

Much to his surprise, however, not a moment later another pair of arms were encircling around his waist and dragging him up against a wall, sturdy body.

“Looks like my nasty, slutty little mate is up to no good…and with my body double, no less? Oh my.” Jack feigned shock as he breathed against Timothy’s ear, sandwiching the hapless man between himself and Rhys. “What am I going to do with you two?”

“Mmm, what are you gonna do, daddy?” Rhys purred, sliding his hands up and down Timothy’s chest, seemingly unperturbed by the appearance of his mate. “You gonna punish us?”

“Maybe, sugar, maybe. We’ll start with the poor sucker you roped into your little scheme, though.” Jack slid his hands to Timothy’s hips, untucking the man’s sweater out of his waistband. Tim let out a confused noise, still unsure what the hell was happening, when Rhys lifted his hands to cup his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Tim didn’t really understand what kind of game Rhys and Jack were playing between each other and what exactly he’d done to deserve getting caught up into it, but with a hand grasping towards his half-hard cock and a sweet omega kissing him senseless, he decided to stop worrying about it for now.

Kinktober Day 22: Threesome (Or More), Cuckolding

Timothy was a dead man.

Though he’d harbored a crush on Rhys for years, he’d never thought to act on it outside of his fantasies. Mostly because Jack would strangle the life out of him if he ever knew or found out about his feelings. So he’d kept them locked away and tried to act as professional around his boss’s mate as he could.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered that Rhys might feel the same way.

He tried to resist at first when Rhys came onto him, making his intentions absolutely obvious as he pressed his body close and slid his arms around Timothy’s neck—in Jack’s office, no less. He’d just wanted to pop in and give his mission debriefing, only to find Rhys lingering there instead of Jack, and well—things had just devolved from there, until Rhys had him pinned against the edge of the desk. Tim felt helpless beneath those grasping hands and greedy tongue, unable to push Rhys off thanks to the needy pheromones flooding over him. Soon enough he started to reciprocate, eventually flipping their positions to pin Rhys up against the desk instead. He’d just started to devour the omega’s neck when the sudden sound of the office door opening sent a bolt of cold terror right to his groin.

“Well well well…what do we have here?” Honestly, Tim was a little surprised Jack took the time to say anything before shooting him dead. He let out a whimper of fear and shut his eyes tight, preparing for the inevitable as the sound of footsteps clinked closer.

Much to his surprise, however, not a moment later another pair of arms were encircling around his waist and dragging him up against a wall, sturdy body.

“Looks like my nasty, slutty little mate is up to no good…and with my body double, no less? Oh my.” Jack feigned shock as he breathed against Timothy’s ear, sandwiching the hapless man between himself and Rhys. “What am I going to do with you two?”

“Mmm, what are you gonna do, daddy?” Rhys purred, sliding his hands up and down Timothy’s chest, seemingly unperturbed by the appearance of his mate. “You gonna punish us?”

“Maybe, sugar, maybe. We’ll start with the poor sucker you roped into your little scheme, though.” Jack slid his hands to Timothy’s hips, untucking the man’s sweater out of his waistband. Tim let out a confused noise, still unsure what the hell was happening, when Rhys lifted his hands to cup his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips.

Tim didn’t really understand what kind of game Rhys and Jack were playing between each other and what exactly he’d done to deserve getting caught up into it, but with a hand grasping towards his half-hard cock and a sweet omega kissing him senseless, he decided to stop worrying about it for now.

toughluck-buck:

“Have you heard about Atlas’s new CEO?” 

“The one that folks are saying single handedly took down Hyperion’s hold on the Borderlands?” 

“Yeah, I also heard he has two vicious bodyguards that both look identical to Handsome Jack himself.” 

“You think it’s just some goons and a lot of plastic surgery?” 

“Probably, but I heard they’re actually some kind of freaky clones of the real Handsome Jack, and that he uses them to raid old Hyperion property left on Pandora.”

 “Wow… people sure spread the wildest rumors.”

Kinktober Day 8: Blood/Gore

Tim and Jack are like…chupacabra dudes or something? I just didn’t want to do vampires cause they’re boring. 

It’d been quite awhile before Jack had preyed on someone that smelled this sweet.

Though aggravated he had to share his prize with Timothy, it did little to damper his hunger as they dragged the struggling victim off into the park bushes. The moonlight cast long shadows against the grass, providing plenty of cover for the two of them so they could properly feed. Not that there was anybody inside of the park anyway—this young man had been the first human they’d seen in several hours.

Tim clamped a clawed hand over their prey’s lips, his other arm wrapped tight around his chest and pinning his arms to his sides. Jack crawled up between the young man’s legs, knees crushing the dry leaves beneath them as he admired the length of pale skin revealed by bright blue jogging shorts.

“Oh, he’s pretty,” Jack purred, licking his long teeth as he placed his hands against their prey’s legs, pushing them down towards the grass. “Good job, Timmy. You can have the neck first.”

The young man bucked at Jack’s words, struggling as Tim pulled the collar of his shirt down, exposing more flesh. The terror in his eyes was tangible, only sharpening Jack’s hunger as he laid down on his stomach, head between the boy’s legs.

“His heart’s beating so fast,” Tim murmured as his gums pulled back, fangs curling out over his lip, “don’t drain him too quickly.”

“Ooh, it’s gonna be hard with how sweet he smells.” Jack nuzzled against their prey’s inner thigh, feeling the tantalizing pulse of blood against his lips. He felt it when Tim finally bit into the boy’s neck, iron scent pricking at Jack’s nose just as a strangled moan of pain kissed his ears. He licked his lips and opened his mouth, fangs out and starving for blood.

He pressed his teeth against the soft flesh of their victim’s inner thigh, easily penetrating into the soft flesh. He moaned as the taste of blood flooded his mouth, so sweet and thick as it spilled over his tongue. Pain twitched through the boy’s legs even as Jack kept them pinned to the grass, any resistance easily quelled by the two bloodsuckers as they drank their fill.

Jack left one large, gory bite mark on the boy’s thigh before switching to the other, until matching splotches of red colored both legs. He lapped the remaining droplets of blood from his lips, looking up to see Timothy still latched onto their prey’s neck. The young man’s head had long listed to the side, his sunken eyelids twitching. Jack sat up, pressing a hand against Timothy’s face until he dislodged his fangs from their prey’s neck.

“H-Hey, what’s the big idea? I’m not done yet,” Timothy whined and wiped his mouth as Jack carefully took the limp body of their victim from him. Jack could feel the pulse if lifeblood still inside him—diminished but not quite dying.

Usually, Jack would be content to suck their targets dry, but he felt an odd attachment to this one. Maybe because he was cute, maybe because his blood had tasted especially good. Either way, plans were stirring in Jack’s head, plans that required their prey to stay alive.

“You’ll get more later, once he’s all healed up…” Jack purred, stroking his clawed hands over the pale, still-warm skin of the young man’s face. “He’s gonna be coming home with us.”

Kinktober Day 4: Spitroasting

Jack and Tim were practically identical—as they should be, too, considering how much money Jack had sunk into his doppleganger’s surgery. But apparently all that cash and personal inspections meant nothing to Rhys, who insisted he take a closer look and make sure Tim and Jack were exactly the same.

Jack was pretty sure Rhys just wanted an excuse to get Tim’s cock in his mouth, but whatever. Rhys’ occupation with Timmy’s pretty, sculpted member gave Jack full access to his boyfriend’s rear. Rhys didn’t bother protesting when Jack stuck the first lube-slicked finger in so he kept going, eventually sliding in between Rhys’ tight cheeks as he licked up and down Timothy’s shaft.

“Oooh,’ Rhys moaned into Tim’s crotch as Jack in sunk up to the hilt. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk, a bit of pre-cum already glistening on his chin. “Hmmm.”

“What, cupcake?” Jack raised his eyebrow as he started to rut shallowly inside of Rhys, rocking him slightly forward against Tim’s groin.

“You know…think he’s a little bit thicker than you are…” Rhys licked the drop of cum from his chin, smile a challenge to Jack’s ego. The CEO punctuated his growl with a sharp thrust that earned him a giggling gasp.

“Watch yourself…and even if Timmy is a bit thicker, he can’t match me when it comes to power. You just wait.”

Tim’s expression was stuck between pleasure and nerves as Rhys turned back towards his cock and took it into his mouth, sucking it midway down the shaft as he teased the tender flesh with his tongue. He had his hands placed on Rhys’ shoulders, passively holding him like he wasn’t sure how rough he could get with his boss’s boyfriend.

Jack smirked, bracing a hand against the small of Rhys’ back as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, seeking out the familiar spots inside of him. Even if there were differences between he and Tim, that was nothing he couldn’t make up for with experience.