Time for a Tim Jon and Gerry agenda post.
Tim and Gerry both treating Jon like a little brother, but also like their fellow dog. Constantly teasing him, but treating him like the precious boy he is. Jon basically in a constant state of embarrassed arousal while he tries to pretend he’s the big dog here. He’s not he’s the runt, and both of them are gonna bully him like he deserves. He loves it, being treated like he’s dumb, like he needs to be babied because everything is so hard.
They roughhouse with him pinning him down and teasing him for how turned on he is getting bullied by his brothers. Both of them love turning him into a whining mess of overstimulation just teasing him for as long as it takes for him to beg.
They both adore Jon, and nobody else gets to be mean to him. Jon stretched across both their laps, just so content as he’s being told what a smart boy he is.
He has to be a person so much in life he likes when he just gets to be a puppy.
Tim and Gerry coddling Jon when he doesn’t feel well, maybe he’s just tired from being a workaholic, or just exhausted himself. Jon getting to be babied, they tease him but it’s so sweet and soft. Jon being fucked so gently between the two of them, just letting him go boneless and happy.
They both try to compete to see who can better take care of their little brother, but they’re careful not to let it affect that. Having a scuffle in the hall to bring Jon something he wants, but the minute he whines about not having anyone they both rush to his side.
Just Jon should get babied by his brothers, because he deserves it.
Jon wailing for his big brothers to be nice to him,,, so so close and they won't let him cum because he's acting all tough and better than them ,,, until he's sniffling and trembling like the cute little brat he is and just weeps and begs and can't handle it anymore <3 because he just needs his big brothers to take care of him no matter how tough he likes to act <33 just the mutt of the group who gets all confused. Ough. I'm normal
- skiesandcandy
@skiesandcandy Look how normal I am too.
Jon would be losing his mind, but well that ship had sailed about twenty minutes of this torture ago. Okay maybe not torture, it felt good, but he needed to cum so badly and both of his brothers boyfriends seemed determined not to let him. Every time he tried to thrust his hips down, seeking that extra pressure he’d be caught, forced to remain still, holding back whimpers at the slow deliberate pace they had both contrived.
“You just have to ask nicely and we’ll let you come,” Gerry tweaked his nipple and Jon couldn’t hold back a yelp, both his tits were red and swollen, being used to drive him mad just as much as his cunt. He glared, though the look was rather ruined by the drool, dripping from his mouth and the glassy look in his eyes. Gerry grinned back at him, before lifting him up off Tim’s mouth, as the two switched places for what must be the fifth time, easily lifting him like he was a doll. It wasn’t fair, said one of Jon’s last fully coherent thoughts, as Gerry’s tongue flicked against his clit, another moan slipping out, he wasn’t allowed to have any breaks.
“Yeah buddy just say please, we won’t even make you apologize for pretending to be tough.” Tim’s grin was just as smug as Gerry’s his face wet from being buried between Jon’s thighs. Jon could feel the last remaining bits of his sanity snapping as Tim’s teeth worried at his neck, no doubt giving him a bruise that would be impossible to hide later.
“P-Please,” The tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes finally burst their dam as Jon wailed. He kept repeating his words over and over, no longer able to form sentences that weren’t please and more. He was lifted again, only to be seated on Tim’s cock, the stretch wasn’t painful after almost an hour of defining but it was enough to have Jon squeak. Which of course had both of the other two laughing at just how cute he was.
“Go ahead baby come for us,” Gerry’s fingers squeezed his clit as Tim battered him from the inside. The twin sensations were too much and Jon went rigid, his whole body shaking as he came wailing as he buried his face against Gerry’s chest. They both stopped for a moment as Jon rode the aftershocks twitching between them, before going limp, panting as drool dripped down his chin.
Then almost as though they both could talk with just their eyes meeting over Jon’s shoulder, Tim resumed thrusting into him, while Gerry went back to groping his tits, squeezing them till Jon whined. He squirmed, overwhelmed as they pushed him from being under-stimulated too far too much.
“You said you’d stop,” His voice sounded wrecked as he managed to gasp out the words between thrusts. His words didn’t really match his actions as he clamped down each time he was lowered, cute little moans undercutting the complaint.
“No we said we’d let you come,” Tim sounded downright gleeful, as though he had just told the funniest joke. Another hard thrust and the attention Gerry was giving his clit had Jon cumming again, but this time neither paused for a moment. Gerry kissed him gently, a star contrast to what the two were otherwise doing.
“We didn’t say anything about stopping, did we? You haven’t said sorry yet after all. “ Gerry pulled away from his lips, the teasing smile back on his face, “I think you can handle a bit more if you’re so tough.”