James fucked Oliver's face.

James smiled and, gathering Oliver’s wet hair, pulled him to the edge of the tub. The water was going cold across Oliver’s back, but Oliver hardly noticed. He was clean shaved now and looked almost identical to Kendall. James held himself to Oliver’s soft cheek and chuckled. “You’re gonna suck me just like she did. Got it?”

Oliver, staring James in the eyes, kissed James’ cock delicately and whispered, “Yes, sir.”

James almost came from that but held himself back. Instead, holding himself by his hairy root, he stuck Oliver across the cheek with his hard dick before feeding Oliver his fat crown. Oliver took him willingly, staring him in the eyes still as his pink lips stretched to accommodate him. Comparing Oliver to Kendall and seeing their similarities had been where it started, but the wet warmth of Oliver’s virgin mouth was a pleasure in itself. Oliver was a scrawny thing, hardly even a man, and his look of speechless awe was difficult for James to ignore.

Lifting his leg, James repositioned himself, giving himself better leverage to fuck Oliver’s mouth. He **** Oliver deep and found the scrawny man doing nothing to fight him. Instead, Oliver sat with his hands on his lap, his tiny dick leaking precum as James barreled into his tight little throat.

“Fuck,” James growled, astonished at the unexpected skill Oliver showed. Oliver breathed around him, grunting and gurgling quietly as James held himself in place. James turned off the water and watched Oliver, who closed his eyes, choked briefly, and then started moving on him. Holding Oliver by the hair again, James **** himself deeper and, to his surprise, heard Oliver moan in response. “You like that, don’t you, faggot?”

Eyes closed around him, mouth and throat full of him, Oliver could only moan in response. “Mmhmm,” he purred, moving along James with pride. He had seen James’ astonishment and felt good to have been providing a service to this superior male. It had been a shock to see his mother submit to readily, but now having been exposed to James himself, Oliver could understand completely. James deserved worship, and it was just Oliver’s good fortune that he was given the opportunity to provide it.

Twisting Oliver’s hair around his fat fist, James cupped the back of Oliver’s head and held him there while thrusting forward. Oliver choked after taking a third of his dick and stared James in the eyes as he did it. Lust and submission were clear in his eyes, looking almost like an exact replica of what Kendall would someday look like **** on him, James was sure. James, overwhelmed by the thought, thickened and withdrew, astonished by the natural talent Oliver seemed to possess.

Towering over the kneeling, wet Oliver, James stroked himself while grunting like a beast. “Fucking nutting,” he growled, and Oliver moaned. Hands on his lap, he stared up at James in passive obedience as James spewed across his face and into his mouth. He swallowed what he could, showing considerable skill again as he chugged James’ thick sperm. It took three thick ropes before he choked and even then, James held him there as semen backed up and gummed up his nostrils.

Seeing Oliver sputter, James freed him and stroked off onto his hair and face. Oliver took it without a fight, his eyes watery and face red as James painted him white. When James finished, Oliver sat up, wiped his chin clean, and stared up at James. James offered Oliver his dick, and Oliver sucked him clean as he had watched Paige do before. Oliver was a mess of semen, saliva, and tears, but he still looked beautiful all the same.

“Nasty fucking faggot,” James said, and he laughed as he cock smacked Oliver across the cheek.

Oliver giggled in response and kissed James’ shaft.

Guiding Oliver by the hair again, James held him in the center of the shower and turned on the water. It had gone cold before and had not had enough time to warm adequately, so Oliver as shocked back into awareness but unable to move. James laughed as Oliver struggled for the first time. “Liked my cum better, didn’t you, faggot?” James spanked Oliver across the bottom until Oliver was still, and then dragged him out of the shower once he was clean.

After that, Oliver was made to kiss James’ dick again before being allowed to towel off. As Oliver dried himself, James issued orders. Mostly, it was things for Oliver to clean, but the highest priority for Oliver, of course, was keeping James supplied with beer.

Paige came home hours later to find a tower pile of trash gathered at the curb. Since James had moved in, she hadn’t been able to keep up with cleaning and, in truth, was never much of a housekeeper even before he came along. At first, she thought James might have cleaned up after himself, but the number of bags indicated a sizable purge and a level of effort she wasn’t sure that James could commitment to.

“Besides, he doesn’t do anything for free,” she said to herself, climbing out of her car and passing the bags with a look of suspicion. She knew he had a whole harem who might have served him, but he hadn’t called them over for that before and couldn’t see why he would now. He had enjoyed anal, but she doubted it was as life-changing for him as it had been for her.

True to form, Paige found James half-naked on the couch. He sat with his legs spread and his pants off, his thick cock resting fat against his thighs. She smiled to see him, her entire world changed by him and by his impressive cock. He was the man of her house, and while he might have been a terrible person, he was exactly the man she needed him to be for her to be happy.

She hung up her purse and joined him on the couch with a smile. “Hello there, handsome.” Seated beside him, she sniffed his armpit and traced her fingers along his cock. He smelled different, perhaps even a little cleaner. It was not unwelcome or even unsatisfying, just unexpected. Leaning forward, she kissed his neck. “Mm. I noticed you took out the trash, baby. Thank you for that.”

“Weren’t me,” he said without even looking at her. “It was Oliver.

Paige sat back with surprised, her eyebrows raised as she looked at James, laughing. “He did what now?”

James reached out and put his arm around Paige again, pulling her back into him. She followed willingly, breathing in his armpit a second time while returning her hand to his hefty cock. “I went and had a man-to-man talk the little faggot.”

“Oh?” Paige chewed her bottom lip at James degraded Oliver. Being single, she had never gotten to hear him **** a husband or a boyfriend. Mostly, he had degraded her, and she had been fine with that. Hearing him call Oliver a faggot was a strange mix of arousing and upsetting. She felt ashamed of Oliver, even as she felt turned on by James’ crude language.

“I told him if he’s going to stay in my house, then he’s gonna pull his fucking weight around here.”

“I see,” said Paige, seizing him around his fat shaft and stroking him as she planted gentle kisses along his neck and chin. “Well, aren’t I lucky to have you as man of the house, then?”

“Damn straight,” James growled, and he pulled Paige into a kiss as she squealed and giggled. Oliver, meanwhile, was busy finishing his room, throwing away anything he didn’t need and working in underwear, as James had banned him from dressing after the initial blowjob.

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