Erotic short. A magical professor modifies his lover’s body to make it more appropriate to his needs.
5k, cis M/cis M. A professor of magical history, Jan Jeschek, modifies his younger lover’s body — namely, replaces his cock with a nice new cunt — for the pleasure of divulging him of its virginity and then, getting him pregnant.
Size difference and age difference, body transformation, domination and submission, power dynamics, crying, overstimulation, dirty talk, daddy kink, impregnation, some pregnant sex.
Marco whines into the pillows as Doctor Jeschek covers him with his bulk, forcing him flat down against the surface of the bed so that he can better sink the whole length of his cock into Marco’s arse. He’s so full he can barely stand it, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets to try to keep from screaming too loudly as the fat length of Jeschek’s prick spreads him wide.
He’d never been fucked by such a big cock as Jeschek’s before the professor had called him into his office after his lecture was over one day — initially they’d discussed Marco’s most recent essay, the fact that his perspective had obviously been influenced by his necromancy studies, and Jeschek had made snipes about Professor King’s impact on Marco’s priorities.
“Presumably you’re spellbound by him and his poetry on death and destruction,” Jeschek had said coldly, moving across the room as Marco had stayed seated in the chair across from his desk. “Half his students are enamoured by him.”
Indistinguishable King was a narrow and severe sort of man with hollowed cheeks, black eyebrows and black hair, white showing at his temples. His skin was such a pale brown that it turned sallow where it was thinnest, and where it was thickest, such as in the thick underlids of his eyes, seemed almost purple. He was handsome, Marco supposed, although his features were exaggerated in their proportions — as exaggerated in their qualities as the man himself, who was quiet, wry, and cold, emanating an endlessly dark humour and a potent, appropriately deathly energy.
He looked skeletal, in the right light, and Marco didn’t doubt at the time that at least some of the other necromancy students were fucking him or at least wanted to — he’d simply said, “He’s, ah, not really my type.”
“No?” Jeschek had asked, standing beside him all of a sudden, and Marco had been looking directly at the fat curve of the other man’s belly, at the strain of his white shirt over his flesh, the fabric taut. Jeschek didn’t wear robes like Doctor King and some of the other professors did — he normally wore crisply ironed shirts tucked into dress trousers or chinos, added a cardigan in winter.
“N… No,” Marco had stammered out, and Jeschek had laughed from low in his belly, the sound deep and rumbling.
“And what is your type, boy?”
“Um — ”
Jeschek had gripped him by the hair and pulled Marco by it up against his belly, and Marco had groaned at the heat of his belly against the side of his cheek, the pressure of it, before his nose was brought against the bulge of Jeschek’s cock through his trousers.
He’d been bent over Jeschek’s desk in short order, and it’s become regular since then — he’d finished the last of his required magical history modules, but he still regularly helps out in the other man’s office, and other times, takes his cock.
Times like this.
“That’s it, boy, you’re a good little hole, aren’t you?” Jeschek rumbles from over his head, and he shifts his angle, rocking deeper into him and making Marco feel like he’s being cored out, his cock leaking with the rhythm the other man is rubbing out over his prostate. He grinds against him until Marco is crying out, muffling his mouth into his arm as he arches his back and comes hard.
Jeschek keeps riding him, sparks bursting behind Marco’s eyes until the other man is coming with a grunt and then a satisfied sigh, collapsing on top of him. Marco groans at the weight on top of him, at the heat of Jeschek’s body and the hair on his chest rubbing against Marco’s naked shoulders, at the way his back suddenly feels realigned and so much fucking better.
“Good boy,” Jeschek says as he pushes himself up by his palms, leaving Marco sprawled on his belly in the wet patch his cock had left underneath him.
Marco blearily raises his head, looking back toward the other man as Jeschek takes a wet cloth from his basin and rubs it over his chest and under his arms, soaking the sweat off of his body before he wipes off his prick.
Marco crawls to the side of the bed, then drags himself to sit up — when Jeschek comes over, Marco raises his head, and he closes his eyes as Jeschek’s hand comes to grip at the underside of his jaw, his thumb and fingers pressing into the top part of his neck. The pressure is nice, and he relaxes into it.
“Such a pretty thing,” Jeschek murmurs, stroking his thumb over Marco’s jaw, and Marco opens his eyes again to look up at him.
He couldn’t look any more different to Doctor King, Marco doesn’t think — Jeschek is tall, broad, and fat, thatched with ginger-brown hair all over his body, freckles scattered across his blunt nose, and where Doctor King has green-blue eyes, Jeschek’s are a dark, steely grey.
“You know,” Jeschek says quietly, “you are so pretty, hm? Those big brown eyes, those lovely curls, those perfect lips.” His expression is thoughtful and considering, and his thumb comes to tap over Jeschek’s lower lip, pressing on the flesh there. With his other hand, he reaches down, and Marco grunts as Jeschek’s hand wraps loosely around his softening cock, twisting gently before his palm slides over Marco’s belly instead.
He’s not a very hairy guy, can’t grow a beard, but he’s got a little bit of hair here, trailing down his belly to his pubes. Jeschek’s fingers slide over the surface of his stomach, and when his middle finger dips into Marco’s navel, Marco shudders, ticklish.
“You know what would make you even prettier?” Jeschek asks, and his fingers splay wide, his hand possessively settling over Marco’s belly, radiating heat. “If I put a baby in this belly of yours. Give you that pregnant glow.”
Marco’s hit by a wave of arousal so fucking strong it feels like it will bowl him over, his spent cock actually hurting a bit with the way it jerks weakly between his legs. He looks up at Jeschek with his lips parted, and Jeschek takes advantage of his open mouth to slide two fingers over the flat of his tongue, pressing down on it and making him quietly moan around the digits.
“You want to do that for me, sweetheart? Let me fill you up?” Jeschek is asking softly, and Marco is nodding before he even thinks about it, is whimpering and tugging Jeschek’s other hand back between his legs, begging wordlessly for Jeschek to fill him with his fingers at both ends. “That’s my boy,” Jeschek chuckles, and eases him back onto the bed.
After he’s done coming over it, after he’s slept the night through with his face mashed into Jeschek’s tits, he forgets about it, almost. Doesn’t think about it, at least.
Jeschek remembers, though.
Jeschek never forgets anything.
* * *
Marco tries to control his breathing as he sits slowly back in the armchair with his legs spread apart as wide as he can get them, his ankles hooked against the arms. It’s a strange parody of being in the doctor’s office, although at least for a prostate exam he’s not normally asked to put his legs in the stirrups — he’s only ever done that for sex with a doctor.
His cock feels weirdly naked and slightly cold in the bedroom, because last night Jeschek had sat him down and painstakingly shaved all of his pubes away, shaved his balls, his inner thighs, his asshole. He’d sucked Marco off afterwards, mercilessly, and then he’d told him why.
What the plan was.
“You know,” Jeschek says in warm, affectionate tones as he pulls the latex gloves down onto his hands, letting them go with a snap around each hairy wrist, “I was slightly disappointed, the first time I had you.”
“Disappointed?” Marco repeats, hearing the quaver in his own voice as Jeschek pours a little of the potion over his fingers — he’s trembling slightly, his back pressed flat against the armchair.
“You look so innocent,” Jeschek murmured, smirking at him. “Thought this pretty little hole of yours might be untried and untested.”
“You thought I was a virgin?” Marco asks, and Jeschek shrugs his shoulders.
“Hoped you might be,” the older man murmurs, and his hands slide over Marco’s cock. His thumbs slide over the top of it, press and rub against his cockhead, and he whines at the tingling that runs down the length of his prick and feels like it’s bubbling in his balls. “Wanted the chance to plough you open for the first time, show you what a man’s cock feels like.”
“Never been fucked by a cock as big as yours,” Marco says, squeezing his eyes shut as Jeschek rubs his cock slowly, up and down, rubbing the potion into every surface of the skin on his shaft before he rubs slower and shines the potion over Marco’s balls, massaging it into the wrinkled skin. “If we just — Jan, why don’t we just go to the fleshturner? One job, in and out, and I can keep my dick, even, and — ”
Jeschek smiles up at him indulgently, squeezing and rubbing on the head of his cock with his potion-slick fingers and making his thighs tremble, Marco’s toes curling, his back arching.
“It’s about the wait, boy,” Jeschek murmurs. “We’re doing this the old fashioned way — weeks of this, of me rubbing my fingers onto this pretty fat cock of yours until it’s a whole lot less fat, and then until it’s just a little nub, and these lovely little gems,” he squeezes Marco’s sac tightly, making him grunt, his hips jumping, “are up inside you, splitting apart and making a new hole for me to fuck. It’ll be very shallow at first, just a little crack.”
He presses his fingers up against Marco’s perineum, rubbing slowly up and down on his prostate through the skin there, and Marco heaves in a gasp.
“Then I’ll rub the potion on the inside of that little crack, too. Keep on rubbing it in. I’ll go very carefully, boy, as we grow this little cunt from scratch for you — attend to it until you’re begging me to just put one finger in, to please, Jan, just one finger, I feel so wet, so open, so needy for it, I just want one finger…”
Marco’s hips are thrusting helplessly up into the air as Jeschek keeps rubbing at him and playing with him, and it’s so decentralised, isn’t like usual, isn’t like Marco squeezing and pulling at his own cock, or fucking himself down on something, on Jeschek’s fingers, on his cock.
“And I won’t give you one, sweetheart,” Jeschek promises him, and he leans in and blows cool air over the length of Marco’s cock, making him shudder. “I’ll play with the outside of the pretty, pink pussy we grow for you, lick your new clit, suck on it, play with your lips and see just how wet we can get you, see if we can get you gushing for me, but I’m not going to be so much as putting the tip of my finger in you. I’m not going to be letting anything inside that perfect little hole of yours until I know it’ll take my whole cock.
“You think you’ll grow a hymen for me to break, Marco?”
Marco lets out a shout as he comes, and Jeschek makes low, cooing sounds as he works his hand over Marco’s come, white spattering over his belly and landing in the hair now — a happy trail that now leads to nowhere, what with how bald he is below the belt now.
The tingling is still happening, feels like it’s deeper now, inside his balls, and he wonders how many times he’s going to be able to come like this before he starts coming in a different way, before his cock fully turns inside out, before he really is getting wet inside.
“Do you think you’ll be able to get me pregnant the first time?” Marco asks. “Or do you think we’ll have to, to try, for a while?”
Jeschek’s eyes are suddenly wide, and he quickly snaps off the gloves and tosses them aside, gripping Marco by the hips and lining up his cock against his arse, the fat head of it slick and shining.
“Fuuck,” Marco whines, and then has the air punched out of him as Jeschek pulls him down by the hips in one sudden movement, his arse stuffed with cock. How’s it going to feel, when he’s sliding into Marco’s pussy instead? The same, different?
Jeschek kisses him hard, cupping his cheeks, and Marco wraps his legs around Jeschek’s, digging his heels into the meat of the other man’s thighs and bringing him in deeper, tighter, closer.
“Doesn’t matter if I get you pregnant the first second I’m in you,” Jeschek rumbles. “I’ll be fucking you nightly until I fuck you into labour.”
Marco keens, and kisses Jeschek again as he folds Marco almost in fucking half to fuck him harder.
* * *
It does take weeks.
The first few days he spends ages looking at his cock whenever he takes a piss, whenever they fuck, whenever he wakes up in the morning, whenever he gets changed or has a shower — he imagines it, at first, the idea that it’s already shrunk.
By the fourth day, it definitely has. It’s shorter, he can see that it’s shorter, and the head of his cock isn’t quite as big, isn’t as wide — the tingling sensation lasts all day every day now, and it’s deeper in him, not just in his cock or in his shrinking balls, but deeper in him. He wonders if that’s his womb, growing in him, a space inside him to just…
Every evening, whether he’s got marking to do, whether he’s going to go out later in the evening, no matter what, Marco comes to Jeschek’s quarters on the university grounds, and Jeschek rubs the potion into his cock, into his balls. Rubs his cock away.
It’s insane, that it makes him so horny, the very idea of it, the idea of Jeschek holding Marco’s prick in his hands and moulding it like clay into something else, something to suit him better, that he’s making Marco himself into a perfect fucktoy for him, a perfect sheath for his huge cock.
By the seventh day, Marco’s cock has gone from filling his hand to being barely the size of his thumb, and his balls have… He doesn’t know the word. Jeschek jokingly calls them “ascended”, but that sounds too fucking holy, too weird. They’re inside him, anyway, and at first he can still feel them when he tries to jack off, manages to come one last time and he can feel them tighten inside him.
A few days later, his cock doesn’t get hard at all anymore, stays soft and floppy, and his balls are reconstituting, he thinks, have changed, shifted, been absorbed into him. His ball sack has flattened out and spread, and there’s more fat there now, more padding either side of the tiny little slit that’s opened up underneath what’s left of his cock, and the wrinkled lips either side of it.
Jeschek spends hours that night licking and suckling at him, tonguing him from his cock down to his asshole, nibbles at his new lips, sucks and mouths him all over — and stays true to his word, doesn’t so much as slip the tip of his tongue inside him even when he feels so empty he feels like it might fucking kill him, filled to the brim with a raw ache that doesn’t go away even when Jeschek finally crams his cock into Marco’s arse again.
The weeks go on.
* * *
“I’m ready,” Marco sobs out — he’s laid back on Jeschek’s belly with his thighs spread either side of Jeschek’s face, and Jeschek is flicking over his cock again and again with his tongue — Marco’s left wetness all over his beard, down his chin, and he feels so empty, he feels so empty he can’t stand it. Jan’s cock is rock hard and sliding against the side of his face, and he’s kissing at it when he can think straight enough to do so, to mouth against the base of the shaft and tongue at it. “I’m ready, Jan, Jan, please, I’m ready, please, please, I can’t, please — ”
“Oh, you’ve been telling me you’re ready for three weeks, how am I supposed to believe you when you lie, boy?” Jeschek asks, laughing, and he licks a stripe up Marco’s cunt that makes him whine.
He wraps a hand around Jeschek’s cock and looks at it next to his face, feels the girth of it in his palm and the fact that his thumb and fingers don’t reach to touch each other with Jeschek’s cock between them.
It’s going to hurt.
He knows it’s going to hurt, has been aching with want at the thought of how much it will hurt, how it will feel when Jeschek fucking fills him — his orgasms feel different now than they did. Don’t come with the same sense of release, exactly, or the sense of unloading like when he was emptying his balls — they’re more complicated now, thrum through him, but he can come more than once back-to-back. It’s still oversensitive, can be even fucking painful, but it’s a good, raw pain, feels good even when it’s fucking agonising.
And yet still some instinct of his says it’s going to be so much better when there’s finally a cock inside him, when his tiny clit is twitching and his whole body is going tight and spasming, his cunt is clenching around emptiness and wishing there was something in him.
Jeschek’s tongue traces around the slick opening of his hole, pressing on the edges of the skin and tracing over them before he mouths and kisses at his open lips, more sensitive on his right than his left. Marco wonders if he’s deep enough, if he’s grown enough inside, but if he hasn’t, Jeschek will make space.
“Please,” Marco begs, and there are tears on his cheeks mingling with Jeschek’s pre, slick against his skin, and Jeschek laughs. “Jan, please — ”
“What do you want, boy?” Jeschek asks, and there’s a honey through his voice, a sweetness, soliciting, and Marco feels hot all over, has already come once — his cunt feels tired, and there’s exhaustion in his belly as well, a few twinges still running through it now and then. Coming never used to come from so deep in his fucking abdomen.
“Your cock,” Marco says desperately, squeezing at the base of Jeschek’s prick, sliding his hand over it. “I want your cock in my pussy, please, Jan, please, I want it in me, I need it in me — ”
“Your innocent pussy, huh?” Jeschek asks, raising his eyebrows, and he teases his thumb over the entrance of it like he’s going to slide inside, but then doesn’t — Marco can feel the shock of pleasure just at the pressure at the opening, and he whines loud at how fucking good it feels. “Your innocent, untouched, pure-as-the-driven-snow pussy? This pussy of yours that’s never so much as had a finger in it? You think it’s big enough to take me?”
“You can make it big enough,” Marco replies immediately, hears the urgency and the strain in his own voice, and Jeschek chuckles and slowly circles his tongue around the bud of Marco’s clit, making his thighs quaver, making his body strain. “Please, you can just, you can just force it until it fits, you can make it fit, make me take it, like it fits in my arse — ”
“Oh, but I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” Jeschek says amusedly, and with two spit-slick fingertips he’s stroking very slowly up and down the outside of Marco’s inner lips, and the sensation is making him actually insane. It feels good, but there’s an edge to the pleasure, a too-muchness, that’s making his head spin, making him clench his jaw and squeeze out more tears onto his cheeks. “I want to take good care of this pretty little thing. It’s just for me, isn’t it? Mine is the only cock that’ll ever be inside it — plenty of time to make it fit just right, make it the perfect place for me to slide home after a long, hard day.”
“Only you?” Marco repeats, feeling his empty pussy twitch and flutter as Jeschek keeps stroking him mercilessly, so fucking gentle and so fucking much.
“Only me,” Jeschek says firmly. “I put in the effort to make this pretty little thing, and I’m going to use it, hm? My cock, my come, my babies in you.” His other hand slides palm-warm over the flat of Marco’s belly, and Marco shudders as he thinks about it, as he thinks about how his belly is going to look, thinks about Jeschek’s sperm inside him, thinks about an egg growing in him. A baby growing in him. Jeschek’s baby. “I might whore out your other holes, for the right price, but the only man using his cunt is going to be me.”
Marco blinks a few times, feeling faint, his heart pounding in his chest and his blood feeling so hot in his veins it might well start his skin steaming.
“Oh,” he says in a tiny voice, and Jeschek’s rumbling laugh is a sublime thing, a shock through his cunt, and Marco doesn’t register exactly what he’s doing as his hands come to grip at Marco’s hips and press his thumbs into the divots of them. He lifts Marco up from sitting on Jeschek’s chest, and Marco tips forward, his palms resting on Jeschek’s broad, hairy shoulders.
“Such a good boy for me,” Jeschek says softly, and he moves Marco’s weight with ease, holds him up over his curving cock, holds him in the air. “Such a good fucking hole for me.”
The fat head of his cock comes to rest against Marco’s open cunt, snug against the opening of it, and Marco is forced to reckon in the moment with how fucking huge it is, how wide, how small the opening of his cunt is. It’s so fucking slick, his cunt, Jeschek’s cock.
“These hips of yours are going to widen nicely,” Jeschek murmurs, sounding like he’s thinking out loud. “See this nice little arse of yours fatten up, these tits of yours grow. They can feed me before they feed my baby, hm?”
Marco’s head near well explodes with the idea of it, of sitting in Jeschek’s lap like this with his tits fat with milk, of Jeschek’s lips wrapping around his nipple, suckling on him and milking him dry as he squirms just like this and begs to be made full again.
Jeschek lowers him down onto his cock, and as head of his prick forces its way inside him, pops past the tight ring of his outer muscle, Marco fucking howls. He tips his head back and feels so burning hot, feels the spread wide of his hole and it’s so much fucking better than he could have imagined, is soothing the raw ache deep within him —
And then Jeschek drags him down the rest of the way, sheathing in him to the root, and Marco chokes on air. He’s wailing at how full he is, at the way he suddenly feels like there’s cock all the way up to his neck, at how wide he’s spread and the fact that it fits. It fits. There’s a kind of dull pain deep in him where the tip of Jeschek’s cock has nestled in him, and it occurs to him distantly that that’s his cervix, that Jeschek really has filled him to the brim, settled in him to the root to really fucking use him.
He looks at Jeschek’s face, at the bliss writ there, the close of his eyes, hears the older man softly sigh.
“Perfect, sweet little hole,” he says softly, and opens his eyes, looking up at Marco indulgently. “Now, let’s get you good and bred, shall we?”
And with that, Jeschek flips him onto his back, and begins to pound into him.
There’s an animal need in it, a lust that overtakes Jeschek and overtakes Marco in turn, leaves him crying out and scrambling helplessly at the sheets underneath them as Jeschek’s cock sinks hard into him with a loud slap of the other man’s heavy bollocks not against Marco’s own, but now against the base of his cunt, and the grind inside him is wholly unlike feeling Jeschek’s cock drag against his prostate. It’s a duller pleasure with less of an edge to it, and at the same time is somehow so much more intense, sending waves right through him — the pain when he drives all the way in and hits against Marco’s cervix somehow heightens the satisfaction, the certainty that he’s truly being filled, that when Jeschek comes inside him it will land right where he wants it.
Jeschek is biting him, is sucking lurid hickeys into the base of Marco’s neck and making loud, lipsmacking noises as he does so, joining in with the wet smack of his body joining against Marco’s, of the clap of his arsecheeks as Jeschek drives into him again and again and again, Jeschek’s belly shoving him down into the bed.
Marco is helpless, Jeschek’s belly rubbing up against his clit whenever he comes in at just the right angle, and he feels cleaved open and full and then empty and then full again, feels his orgasm coiling inside him like some kind of fucking spring, like an elastic band wound too tight, like —
“Going to make me a daddy, aren’t you, boy?” Jeschek growls in his ear, and Marco keens.
The sound splits the room, and he grabs at Jeschek as he comes, trying to ride the waves of it as the crescendo hits him all at once and feeling utterly overwhelmed by them, Jeschek not stopping his hard, deep thrusts for even a second.
“Jan, Jan, Jan, Jan,” he whimpers, feeling his fingernails dig into the other man’s shoulders, feels them rake down his back, his body tightening — they’re both soaked with sweat, dripping with it, and he’s never felt so wet in his life. “Jan, Jan, Daddy — ”
Jeschek roars, and Marco’s vision threatens to go dark as he somehow picks up the pace, slams into Marco’s cunt like he’s trying to make his cock pop out of his mouth, one more thrust, two, and then he sheathes himself fully and lets out a low, grumbling noise from deep in his gut, breathing heavy, sweat dripping from his brow.
There’s a dark look in his eyes, brooding and focused, and Marco’s lip quivers and his cunt twitches as he looks at it — he feels warm and breathless as Jan looks down at Marco’s face, and the look softens, turns soft, sweet.
“That’s my boy,” Jeschek murmurs, and brushes Marco’s lips with his own. He leans back so that he can rub a slow circle on Marco’s belly, putting pressure on the flesh as if to work his come deeper inside him, and Marco swallows, feels hot. “There’s a little bit of blood — from your maidenhead.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” Marco says, and Jeschek chuckles.
“Good,” he murmurs, and slowly withdraws. Marco moves to sit up and Jeschek’s hand moves fast, resting on his sternum before nudging Marco back down. “Ah ah,” he says sternly. “Knees up against your chest, keep them there. I’ll let you know when you can move.”
Marco obeys, stares up at Jeschek, and the other man licks his thumb and traces it around the sensitive outer ring of Marco’s well-used, abused cunt — he wonders what it looks like now, how wide the tiny little slit has been made to gape.
“Give me half an hour, and I’ll fuck you again,” Jeschek tells him, and stands up to pour them each some water.
Marco drops his head to the pillow and imagines he can feel the heat of Jeschek’s come pooled inside him.
* * *
“Again,” Jeschek murmurs in his ear, and Marco groans faintly — he’s sore, his hips, his knees, his lower back, his swollen tits, and he’s got a mark on his belly from where his jeans won’t button all the way up anymore, where the inside of the fastening is pressing into the skin and leaving a mark.
“I can’t,” he complains faintly, “can’t be on my hands and knees again, Jan, please — ”
“Shh, shh, that’s a good hole,” Jeschek soothes him, and his hands stroke over the pregnant swell of Marco’s belly, putting pressure on it as he nudges Marco toward the bed and eases him not onto his front but onto his back. Jeschek looks down at him like he’s surveying his kingdom, his gaze roving hungrily over Marco’s body — over the new fat on his thighs, over the swell of his abdomen and the new stretch marks showing either side of his waist, at the swell of his tits. He reaches for Marco’s nipples, tugs on both of them gently, and they’re so sore Marco whines from low in his throat.
His cunt feels empty. He’s wet and aching, and he’s on the verge of needing to piss again, and he wants Jeschek in him, needs him.
“These’ll be frothing with milk soon,” Jeschek murmurs, tugging down, and Marco groans at the sensation, feels the hot flush on his cheeks and at the top of his chest — when Jeschek lets his little tits go they bounce, and that makes him let out another little noise.
Jeschek grips him by the knees, hoisting them up, and there’s no warning, no preamble, just Jeschek’s cock sliding deep into Marco’s waiting cunt, standing at the edge of the bed and just pulling Marco down onto his prick. Their bellies nudge against one another, and it makes him squirm.
The rhythm makes his pregnant tits jump, makes them ache with how full they feel, and Marco looks up at Jeschek, at the focus on his face, the desire there, the possession, the love.
“That’s my boy,” Jeschek murmurs. “All full up with me, hm? Everybody knows, can see the evidence of it when you do that sweet little waddle of yours in the corridor.”
Marco says breathlessly, “Daddy,” and Jeschek’s eyes flash before he starts to fuck him harder.
Fucks him until Marco’s begging him to stop, and then some.
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