Rhys’ struggles against the tentacle monster had grown weaker and weaker as the appendages had wound thicker and tighter over his form, to the point where he couldn’t move anything below the shoulders unless the monster manipulated him. He whined, tossing his head to the side, searching for anything that could potentially help him, but he froze the instant he saw a little yellow box with a flashing red light suspended in the corner of the café ceiling.

There were cameras all over Helios, he knew that. It was a fact of life living on the space station, and he’d never thought too long and hard about them until this point.

Because all of the cameras in the cafe were now pointed directly at him. He tossed his head about, eyes swinging wildly to confirm this fact. Red, flashing lights surrounded him on all sides, burning into his vision.

A small whine of fear clawed from his throat at the thought that somebody was watching him like this. Getting ravaged on the floor of a deserted cafe, his pants stripped off of his legs, showing off his colorful socks and leather sock garters. His ankles were held up in the air by the twisting appendages, legs spread apart as the tentacles lapped up between his thighs, snaking over his half-hard cock and tense ass.

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Jack and Tim had a problem.

It had started out lamely enough, with one of Jack’s people watching sessions. From time to time, when they either had a break in their busy schedules or the rest of the body doubles were around to pick up some of the slack, Jack would cycle through the hundreds of Helios cameras on his tablet and provide some colorful commentary. Tim usually tuned him out during these moments, scrounging his own ECHO for something to read or authorize in order to squander the time left between one of their next meetings.

“Well hey there.” Jack’s interested purr had broken through the bored fugue of weapon’s tests and trade agreements that clouded Timothy’s mind, the body double blinking in sudden clarity as he peered over Jack’s shoulder.

“Mmm?” Tim questioned as he rested his chin against the older man, peering against the glowing screen as Jack zoomed in

“Look. At those. Legs.” Jack murmured, grinning when the man on the screen suddenly turned around. “Damn, he’s pretty too.”

Tim felt his heart leap unexpectedly at the sight, of the young man with the mismatched eyes and sculpted, swept back hair that curled in little wisps at the nape of his neck. His face, mature and handsome in the chin and jawline yet boyish in the eyes and smile, moved easily through the conversation he was leading with two fellow employees in a way that made Timothy’s heart sing even through the distance of the security camera.

Jack wiggled excitedly in his chair as he took his eyes off of the screen for a moment, looking to Tim with a devilish gleam.

“We gotta make him ours.”

And that’s where their problem had begun.

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They’d quickly started running out of excuses to summon the middle manager—Rhys—to their office. Tim was about ready to propose that Jack just hire the young man on as his secretary or personal assistant or cock warmer or something, but for whatever reason Jack was stubbornly against it, maybe because he was dead-set on seducing Rhys on charm and wit alone. Tim wondered if maybe that was why they weren’t making much progress in snaring Rhys, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

One night, where the both of them had needed a thorough unwinding from Assmaster, they stayed awake together with the warm, pulsing tentacles cuddled around them, swiping through the various screenshots of Rhys they’d taken over the past few weeks, before checking the profile they’d found of the kid on ECHOMeet.

“He’s listed as single….so it’s not cause he’s committed to someone else…” Jack hummed as he scrolled through Rhys’ profile, squinting at the brief paragraphs.

“Interests…ice cream, fashion, coding, Handso—oh for crying out loud, he has you listed as an interest and he’s still not biting?” Tim huffed, prodding at the offending text. “What the hell are you doing wrong?”

“Doing wrong? Uh, babe, I ain’t doing anything wrong.” Jack growled, furiously scrolling up and pressing his finger over the picture the kid had attached to his profile. It was unfairly attractive despite how obviously casual it was. The background looked like one of Helios’ fancy clubs—Humerus, Himeros, something like that—and the kid was dressed in what looked like a white crop trop streaked in pixelated gold and black, showing off something intricate blue tattoos that almost seemed to glow in the flashing lights of the club behind him. He was bent over a massive salt-rimmed fishbowl of a drink, filled with aqua liquor and ice and crowned with a beer bottle penetrated into its depths.

“Clearly he’s no stranger to having a good time…” Jack grumbled, swiping to zoom in closer on the kid’s face. He didn’t seem like he was some kind of weird prude who would rebuke their obvious advances. Jack knew enough about his own flirtatious tactics—thanks to Timmy’s perspective—to realize he wasn’t exactly subtle. He’s pretty sure he’s said the word “wiener” to the kid about five times already in their scant interaction. So what was the deal?

“Well…something might be wrong if he’s not biting…” Tim sighed, resting his head against Jack’s shoulder.

“Hm…I dunno. Maybe the kid is just shy? And we just gotta figure out something to loosen him up…” Jack shivered as one of the tentacles inside of him shifted, oozy muscles bulging out his hole.

“Hnnn…easy, girl, easy….” Jack stuttered as he patted the main, rumbling mass of Assmaster’s body curled up around them. The bed bowed underneath their combine weight, creaking every time either Jack or Tim or their alien cohort moved.

“Still a little frisky tonight, huh?” Tim asked, snuggling deeper into the grasp of the curious tentacles. “Hmm….she might need another round.”

“Then you two can have fun on your own, daddy’s exhausted.” Jack grunted as he shut down the tablet, passing it over Assmaster’s bulk and trying to set it on the nightstand, only for it to miss and go crashing to the floor. Jack swore, only for a helpful tentacle to reach down and pick it back up, sliding the device snugly into the desk drawer.

“Awww, you’re such a sweetheart.” Jack kissed one of the affectionate tentacles before wrapping his arm around Tim’s shoulders, ignoring the body double’s whines about not being tired yet as he tugged the covers up around the both of them.

“We’ll sleep on it, ‘kay pumpkin?” Jack pressed a kiss to Timothy’s forehead as the body double squirmed underneath the blankets. “Sure two handsome noggins like ours can figure out someway to land that little cutie.”

Timothy huffed, resigning himself to resting in his boyfriend’s firm grip as he snuggled against Jack’s shoulder.

“Mmmkay. I just hope you’re right about that.”

---

Unfortunately, the next morning did not bring a solution to their Rhys conundrum, and instead decided to toss another one onto the pile.

Jack woke up first, as he usually did, so attuned to a corporate routine that he found it hard to sleep in unless he was drugged—something that Tim found occasionally necessary.

Typically, Jack dragged himself from bed, begrudgingly untangling his arms from around Timothy’s sleeping body so he could deflect the accusation that he was a veritable octopus of a sleepy cuddler. He ran a hand through his hair, still limp from the sweat of the previous night’s fun, as he ambled over to the bathroom. He clicked his tongue a few times in the direction of the bed as he turned on the shower, leaving the door open so Assmaster could join him if she wanted. The monster’s body was primarily self cleaning—at least as far as Jack could comprehend—but usually she enjoyed the warm water of the shower and would sometimes give Jack a morning jerk-off to clear his head.  

He ducked underneath the stream of warm water, letting it trickle down his body as he cracked his neck. He expected the shambling mass of tentacles to creep into the bathroom and slide into the shower next to him any minute now, but by the time he’d rinsed the shampoo from his hair and slathered his entire form in body wash, there was still no sign of her.

Jack pushed his puzzlement from his mind as he turned off the shower, rubbing the golden towel over his body before knotting it around his hips. He grabbed his comb and fancy hair gel from the mirrored medicine cabinet, setting about styling his messy coif for the day ahead.

Jack shivered as he felt warm hands brush over his hips before settling against his stomach. A familiar chiseled jawline nestled against his shoulder as Tim pressed his lips against the edges of Jack’s lazy smirk.

“Mornin’ Timmy, what’s up?” His double grunted in response, nuzzling his nose against Jack’s cheek.

They got ready in tandem, Jack rubbing scar cream into his face as Timothy showered. The double helped Jack clip on his mask as soon as he got out, before Jack took the comb to Timothy’s hair, making sure it matched his own perfectly.

“You seen Assmaster this morning?” Jack asked as he swiped a wet piece of hair off of Timothy’s forehead, slicking it into the gelled fringe that mirrored his own style.

“Nah, not yet….she’s probably getting something from the kitchen…or napping under the couch…” Timothy hummed lazily, still trying to shake sleep from his eyes. He always did have a harder time waking up than Jack did. The CEO smiled fondly, finishing up styling Timothy’s hair and kissing his forehead.

“Mmm. There’s my handsome boy,” Jack snickered as he thumbed at Timothy’s chin, “and she better stay out of the leftover stroganoff, that’s got my name on it.”

“Well, you better get your hands on it before she snatches it,” Timothy chuckles as Jack brushed by him, patting him on the ass before heading off to the kitchen.

They were somewhat surprised to find that Assmaster was not, in fact, busy devouring the veal stroganoff that Jack had slaved over the night before. In fact, she didn’t make a single appearance for the rest of the morning as the two men prepared for the day ahead of them. Jack had plans to go down to advertising to approve the latest wave of his special edition posters, while Timothy would stay up in the office doing paperwork and other, more mundane tasks.

The body double sipped at his tea, the surface of the liquid clouded slightly with the tablespoon of creamer he’d carefully poured into it.

“You think she’s just hiding, or?”

Jack shrugged as he wiggled on his jacket, adjusting the shoulder pads that properly broadened his frame.

“Ehhh she probably just squeezed herself into a nook or cranny or something or other. I mean, where’s she gonna go? She loves us too much to run off,” Jack dismissed as he swaggered over, pulling Tim in for a kiss that tasted like bergamot and cream. He licked his lips.

“Now get your cute ass to the office, pumpkin,” Jack chuckled as he patted Timothy’s hip, before going to finish off his coffee.

---

Paperwork and fielding e-mails quickly got pretty boring for Tim, however. The body double soon found himself fiddling with the fake clasp on his chin as he deleted old messages and drafted up new ones for Jack to send out throughout the week ahead. He supposed he should be grateful that he could finally put his writing degree to good use, but most of these messages ended up retreading common territory and became pretty boring pretty quickly. There were only a few ways to gussy up weapons stats and grant approvals and Tim had ran through those dozens of times year ago.

Before he decided to revisit some of his old writing exercises to bide his time until Jack was done down at advertising, he decided to flick through the big holographic display on his desk and see if he could do a little “surveillance” on Rhys. It had been awhile since either of them had properly interacted with the middle manager, and last time had ended rather inauspiciously when Jack had tried to “casually” put his arm around Rhys’ shoulder only to clock the kid right in the temple port.

They still weren’t entirely sure how they’d recover from that…

Nevertheless, Timothy still found himself flipping through the cameras monitoring Rhys’ usual haunts, puzzled to find there was little sign of the young man. He wasn’t at his desk, nor was he at the little break room stuffing his face with his favorite strawberry danishes or loading his coffee up with french vanilla creamer and plenty of sugar. Puzzled, Tim flipped through a couple more of the cameras, their ID numbers already rote knowledge to his fingers as he scanned through Rhys’ favorite ice cream parlor, his best friend’s cubicle down in Accounts and Financing, and the cybernetic enhancements clinic.

However, he didn’t find the familiar leggy brunette at any of those locations, which did little to lift Timothy’s bored and—increasingly annoyed—mood.

“C’mooon, where did you run off to?” Timothy huffed as he continued flipping through random cameras, hoping to catch a glimpse of his and Jack’s newest paramour. He was about ready to give up when, through sheer luck, he switched to a camera inside of one of the Hub’s most trendy cafés with its monitor fixed directly at Rhys’ face as he enjoyed lunch with a woman Tim had seen around him a couple of times.

Timothy tried to ignore the blush that rose in his cheeks and the giddiness that filled his heart at being able to see Rhys, the smile on the young man’s face helping Timothy quickly pull out from the boredom.

The body double smiled, wheeling the chair closer to the desk as he settled in to watch—and pine.

---

Rhys was busy prodding at the remnants of a chicken cobb salad, grimacing slightly at the fact that had had already scraped up the last of the chicken and cheese and bacon and was now left with only sodden lettuce and tomato smeared on the bottom of his plate. He eyed Yvette’s caprese grilled cheese and fries with a jealous leer, half wondering if she would even let him have a bite if he asked.  

Vaughn had pointed out his tummy pooch a couple more times than Rhys was comfortable with lately. And considering how his bro had slimmed down and toned up considerably over the past couple of months, it stung extra hard. So he was trying to at least eat healthier, since a couple of disastrous gym visits had reminded him that he wasn’t the most coordinated when it came to using any of Helios’ fancy exercise equipment.

But eating healthy sucked, even if this particular cafe had found a way to jazz up salads so they weren’t entirely awful.

“You know, I won’t tell Vaughn if you want to order ice cream. But only if you buy me one too.” Yvette smirked as she leaned her chin forward onto her palm. Rhys rolled his eyes even as a grin spread over his features.

“Okay, deal, I swear I haven’t even bought any ice cream lately because he keeps making fun of me.” Rhys wiggled in his seat as he cheerfully ordered two sundaes with extra whipped cream from the waiter.

“I dunno what his problem even is. Normal people eat a pint of Chunky Peanut Butter Fudge Ribbon when they’re upset, not some weird protein shake that tastes like chalk.” Rhys stuck out his tongue as he folded the dessert menu up tucked it back into the condiment holder.

They passed the time with more of the same idle chatter they’d been having, gossiping about work and Vaughn and each other’s love life. Rhys didn’t have much to speak on about that topic, but Yvette was well into telling Rhys how her latest date had gotten when their sundaes—piled high and dripping with fudge and caramel—arrived at the table.

Rhys rubbed his hands together before he picked up his spoon, excited to dig into the mountain of a sundae, when he noticed that Yvette was’t following suite. In fact, she was staring at him—or, slightly past him?—with her eyes reflecting confusion and her lips slightly parted.

“Uhh, Yvette? What’s wrong, something—“

Rhys heart leapt as he felt something firm and long slap over his throat, a scared squeak tearing from his lips as his head was suddenly pulled back against the chair with the strength of the appendage. His eyes widened with fear and his hands clawed up at the thing now winding around his neck. His breathing picked up as panic seized at his chest. His nails dug at the appendage as his eyes strained downwards, trying to get a proper look at the thing now crawling up his jaw, leaving a trail of slick in its wake.

“Y-Yvette, help—“ Rhys choked out to his friend, other hand scratching at the air. Yvette was already up, her own chair crashed against the floor as she watched the unseen horror lapping up from around Rhys’ chair. He could see her ECHO on, bright blue illuminating her moving lips before his attention was snatched by the tip of the choking appendage plunging into his mouth.

Rhys scream was muffled as the tentacle shoved deeper inside of him, the girth of the appendage swelling up and stuffing his mouth, pressing his tongue down as the tip flickered towards the back of his throat.

Even with the immediate threat of the tentacle trying to wiggle its way down his throat, Rhys could feel even more of them crawling around the chair, winding up his legs and wrapping around his arms in an attempt to hold him down in his seat. Rhys jerked, struggling to his feet against the strength of the appendages holding him, desperately trying to pull out of their grip and run like hell away from whatever was trying to capture it and whatever it had in mind for him.

Suddenly a tentacle curled sharply around his ankle, yanking his footing out from under him and causing Rhys to fall forward, arms wheeling outwards as he let out a high-pitched scream.

Rhys expected to crack his head against the hardwood floor, only for more warm, writhing tentacles to break his fall. He gasped as he was grasped around the chest and waist, propping him up against the ground as the appendages writhed all over him like a carpet of snakes. He squirmed uncomfortably, arms and legs thrashing against the tentacles that quickly caught him up in their firm, pulsating grip.

“Somebody help me, please!” Rhys cried out, jerking his head around to try to find somebody, anybody who was still there to help him, but the last remaining stragglers in the cafe were merely staring at him in horror as the tentacles curled around him.

---

“Jack!”

The CEO cringed at Timothy’s scream pounded into his ears the moment he entered the doors to their office, even louder than the panicked, confused cries that had screeched off the ECHO right in the middle of the printing room. At first Jack had been grateful for the excuse—as much as he loved looking at endless, glossy posters of himself spitting out of the printer, the fresh ink had started to make him feel nauseous and it wasn’t gonna be all that heroic to blow chunks all over the team of graphic designers. But Timothy’s inability to explain exactly what was going on over the ECHO got frustrating really quick, leading Jack to barge on into their office to see exactly what the deal with his body double does.

“What’s up, Timmy? You done hollering my ear off?” He growled, digging his fingertip into his ear for emphasis. Timothy shot him an aggravated look, before frantically waving him over to the blue display that lit up his face in an eerie glow. Jack raised his brows at his double’s antsy state, thumping up the dais and over to the desk, rounding around to where Timothy was standing as he peered at the display.

“Oh holy crap,” Jack’s eyes widened as he zeroed in on the crystal-clear image of Rhys, the months-long object of their affection, laid flat out on the floor with their tentacled pet busy wrapping itself around his helpless form.

“Well….guess we figured out where she went, huh?” Jack laughed nervously, already feeling heat tingle through his body at the sight of tentacles winding up those long, long legs that so often he’d imagined running his palms over. Tim let out a frustrated whine, gesturing at the screen as he glared at Jack.

“W-We have to do something! We’ve been…we’ve…she’s going to…we have to do something!” Tim babbled, his attention split between his genuine worry and interest in the strained gasps coming from the display.

“You know she won’t let go of him until she’s had her fill, Timmy, not unless you want to send in somebody to hurt her,” Jack growled, sitting on the arm of Tim’s chair and squeezing the double’s shoulders.  Tim stared incredulously at him, circling a stabbing finger right around Rhys’ digital face.

“Do you not see this? She’s….she’s going to hurt him! She’s going to…she’ll ruin all we’ve been trying to do with him! What do you expect us to do?”

Jack’s eyes glimmered, smirk twitching up at the edges as a long, crying moan crackled through the display’s speakers.

“Watch.”

---

Rhys’ struggles against the tentacle monster had grown weaker and weaker as the appendages had wound thicker and tighter over his form, to the point where he couldn’t move anything below the shoulders unless the monster manipulated him. He whined, tossing his head to the side, searching for anything that could potentially help him, but he froze the instant he saw a little yellow box with a flashing red light suspended in the corner of the café ceiling.

There were cameras all over Helios, he knew that. It was a fact of life living on the space station, and he’d never thought too long and hard about them until this point.

Because all of the cameras in the cafe were now pointed directly at him. He tossed his head about, eyes swinging wildly to confirm this fact. Red, flashing lights surrounded him on all sides, burning into his vision.

A small whine of fear clawed from his throat at the thought that somebody was watching him like this. Getting ravaged on the floor of a deserted cafe, his pants stripped off of his legs, showing off his colorful socks and leather sock garters. His ankles were held up in the air by the twisting appendages, legs spread apart as the tentacles lapped up between his thighs, snaking over his half-hard cock and tense ass.

“Nnnn….” He groaned, eyelids fluttering as one of the appendages snuck between his asscheeks, its slick tip prodding at his hole. He clenched down, trying in vain to shut out the tentacle as it wiggled its way inside of him. He gasped, body tensing further as the tentacle pushed deeper and deeper inside of him, forcing his clenched muscles to spread out around its girth.

In all honesty, Rhys hadn’t been properly fucked in a long time. He’d gone on a couple of dates lately, but they hadn’t really progressed beyond the requisite dinners and perfunctory “thank you” kisses. It had been a good couple of months since he’d been intimate with anyone at all, and it was closing on a full year since he’d last been fucked in any way memorably.

Well. This was certainly memorably, though he didn’t really know if it was in a good way or not.

The initial terror and shock of being assailed in public by a foreign tentacle beast was slowly starting to pass as the appendages pulsed around him, much less constricting now that Rhys was barely struggling. It was—almost like he was being given a warm, full-body hug. Admittedly by some creature who had jumped him out of nowhere, but still. It could be worse.

Better than a hookup with Vasquez, at any rate.

Rhys’ hips jolted involuntarily as the tentacle curled inside of him, the tip flexing slightly against his sensitive innards. He furrowed his brow as he felt his cock twitch in the air-conditioned air of the café, peering down the length of his body to see the pink head of his cock rise up above his rucked up dress shirt. He frowned slightly around the tentacle in his mouth, slightly perturbed at how quickly he was getting hard but—ah!—well the creature was starting to curl up against his prostate, so it wasn’t really his fault was it?

A moan trickled from his stuffed mouth as more of the tentacle pushed inside of him from both ends, filling his ass and throat like cock, except so much more flexible. Rhys could feel the fluid contractions of tentacles’ muscles as they pumped further inside of him, deeper than any cock could possibly reach. His heart fluttered in his chest at the overwhelming wave of sensations, pleasure cooking deep in his belly as the tentacles tended to him. He distantly recognized the alien bulge and shift in the typical flat of his abdomen, but the pleasing stretch and weight inside of him was enough that it seemed like a non-issue.  

He twitched involuntarily as more, smaller tentacles started to swarm underneath his shirt, sliding slick up the trembling muscles in his belly to reach his chest. The breath hitched in his throat as he felt the tips of the tentacles flicker against his pert nipples before loosely winding about and prodding the sensitive nubs. Rhys’ hands clenched into fists within the grasp of the appendages, distantly questioning this creature’s knowledge of human sexual pleasure while he reveled in the odd intimacy he was being treated with.

Tingling arousal spread throughout his body as the tentacles lapped all over him—filling his throat and ass, curling around his sensitive chest, stroking his pale cock—with an eagerness or care that Rhys hadn’t experienced in quite some time. The tentacle in his mouth withdrew slightly every time he choked, which was more than he could say for some of his past lovers. Rhys had been picking oily pubes out of his teeth for a couple of minutes after the last time he’d been made to deep throat Vasq—

Whatever train of thought Rhys had was interrupt as the tentacle around his cock gave him a firm, slick squeeze just as the tentacle inside of him swelled and thrashed right up against his prostate, forcing a muffled shout out of the young man as his cock unexpectedly spasmed and released all over his bulging belly.

Rhys’ entire being felt hot and full and oddly satisfied, post-coital and cuddled in the pulsating mass of tentacles still buried deep inside of him. He tingled in overstimulation as the appendages continued to flex and thrust in and out of him, growing warmer and pulsing quicker until the entire mass constricted around him in a sudden undulating shift.

Rhys groaned as he felt fluid burst from the tentacles inside of him, warm, unctuous fluid spurting down his throat and into his ass, seemingly without end. Rhys squirmed as he felt his stomach start to fill up from the sheer onslaught of cum spilling from the monster. Smaller tentacled fluttered against his belly, petting and stroking it as his bloated flesh pressed uncomfortably against the remaining fastened buttons on his shirt.

He felt the tentacles cushioning him slowly deflated and retreat, slowly leaving him laying flat against the now-warm hardwood of the café floor. Rhys let out a soft whine at the sudden loss of the tentacles’ presence, feeling empty and suddenly hyper-aware of the air conditioning now fluttering over his bare legs and hips.

Rhys was so dazed, so exhausted from the fucking that he barely noticed the sounds of footsteps growing closer until they were practically on top of him, two amorphous shapes silhouetted by the café lighting. He glanced up, eyelids fluttering.

“Wh….who are you…?” Rhys asks. His vision is blurry with tears, ECHOeye feed strained through exhaustion. One of the fuzzy, dark shapes above him shifts, growing closer, more focused, smiling.

“Us? We’re your guardian angels, babe.”

---

They’d gotten a couple of strange looks as they’d thumped through the Hub back towards Jack’s office with a half-conscious, pant-less Rhys supported between them, but Jack and Tim had far more important things on their minds than the opinions of random middle men and women whose eyes were drawn with alarm to the sight of two Handsome Jacks dragging a cum-slicked half-naked man between them.

Jack was thoroughly pleased, despite the unorthodoxy of the day. Sure, they hadn’t planned for Assmaster to go rouge and find Rhys herself, but he couldn’t argue with results. Jack had staked his entire legacy on the “ends justified the means” idea, so extending it to his romantic life was just natural.

Tim’s expression was a little more unreadable, but Rhys was clearly pleased by how his day had unfolded. Occasionally he would look up to either Jack or Tim with dazed but undeniably starry eyes, a stupidly cute little smile fluttering on his lips as the CEO and his body double helped him walk over to the leather couch flanking one side of his office.

“A-Ah…you two…” Rhys whimpered softly as he was manhandled onto the couch, tensing up as he was made to sit on his bottom. Frowning, he flipped himself over onto his belly, body half-resting in Timothy’s lap as Jack got on his knees on the cushion behind Rhys, broad hands softly massaging the young man’s bare, still-sticky thighs. Jack hummed, sticking the tip of his tongue out from between his lips as his fingers moved up to the kids pink ass, spreading his cheeks outwards to get a look at the young man’s abused hole.

“W-Wait! Haven’t I…it’s…it’s too much…” Rhys whined, turning to look behind him, clearly unsure whether he should chastise Jack or not, but his ass and insides did ache from its treatment from the tentacle creature. Tim lifted his eyes up to Jack, carding soothingly through Rhys’ hair as he gave his boyfriend a stern look.

“Maybe putting your dick inside of him right after Assmaster has had her way with him isn’t the best idea?” He offered, earning himself a snort from Jack.

“Jeez, Timmy, after all the trouble we’ve been through to land him? When he’s literally—literally—in our lap?”

“Well,” Tim hissed, “if you want to keep him around, it might pay off to be nicer to him and not fuck him while he’s already raw.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but offered a relenting pout. Still he rucked his sweater up higher on his hips, jingling with his belt as he withdrew his cock. He reached forward and fingered lightly around Rhys’ hole, earning himself a gasp from Rhys and a stern look from Timothy.

“Relax, kiddos, I ain’t gonna put my dick inside of him, but I don’t wanna chafe that perfect bum with what I do have planned,” Jack winked as he slicked up his cock with some of Assmaster’s residual golden cum, shaking his hand and flicking the remainder onto the steel floor. He carefully braced his hands against Rhys’ hips, nudging his shiny cock between the young man’s tender asscheeks.

“Easy, pumpkin, just gonna jerk myself off between these two pretty cream buns of yours before blue balls makes my frikkin’ dick fall off,” Jack growled as he started to rut his cock up against Rhys’ behind. The young man let out a small groan of protest, but his hips twitched back, encouraging.

Tight gasps and a screwed up expression from Timothy told him that he was tending to himself on the other side of Rhys, and the way the kid started shuddering and shaking despite his own exhaustion told him Timmy was also taking some pity on their ravaged paramour.

Rhys’ spine bent in am attractive curve between Jack’s firm hands and Timothy’s soothing grasp and warm lap. The spent muscles in his back shuddered and flexed as Jack thrust his cock between his tender cheeks.

The CEO was already pretty wound up from the video feed, so it took him only a couple more strokes to be releasing all over Rhys’ ass, painting those pert little orbs as Rhys moaned out at the splash of hot fluid.

“Ohhh, yeah, that’s nice, that’s real nice, babe…” Jack purred, rubbing his fingers firmly into Rhys’ plush ass. His pearly cum looked really good with the molten gold of Assmaster’s still drying against Rhys’ backside. Jack nearly purred at the sight, grabbing his phone and leaning back to get a good snapshot before he slumped forward, pressing a hot kiss against Rhys’ spine. Tim had managed to jerk the both of them off n the time it’d taken for Jack to come down from his own orgasm, leaving all three men in an intimate, shuddering heap of pleasure.

Rhys let out a strangled groan as Jack jostled him onto his side, so he and Tim could spoon him front and back.

“Yeah? You got anything else to say for yourself, kitten?” Jack patted Rhys’ backside as he wiped his cock off into some balled up notepad paper he’d stuffed into his pocket back in Advertising.

“You…you two owe me a sundae…” Rhys whined as he snuggled up against Timothy, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s tight waist as he snuggled him, dozing off. Timothy smiled affectionately down at him, running his fingers through the young man’s hair. Jack smirked, shaking his head as he reached around, wiping the cum from both of their cocks as well. He didn’t need stains sitting all smelly and crusty on his fancy couch.

“Babe, you give me half the show you gave us tonight, and I’ll give you as much ice cream as you can fit.