Quinn writhes on the floor, but not to escape

Quinn knew something was fucked up. He knew he had to get out of the house away from Will's pervy stepdad. However, when Mike tackled him to the ground, something changed. He initially tried to claw his way out from under his friend's stepdad. However, being this close under the buff man was making him less sure he wanted to go. Quinn's body felt electric under Mike, and he could feel all the muscles of the older man pressing onto him. The young man, who was straight as an arrow, began grinding against the larger body, though his brain didn't think that was right.

"There you go," Mike purred, slowly humping his prey, "I'm not gonna hurt you. Well, maybe at first."

Quinn felt Mike pull away and flip him over. He drank in the view as he was faced with the naked daddy. Daddy. That felt right.

"What are you going to do to me, Daddy?" Quinn asked, biting his lip.

Mike may have just bred his stepson, but his cock was raring to fuck again. Will's friend, who he didn't really like, looked just as submissive and breedable as Will. Quinn was just as lazy as Will and always smelt of pot. Mike wouldn't mind fucking him up a bit.

"I think you're long overdue for a deep fucking, boy." Mike growled, rubbing his hard cock across Quinn's untouched buns.

Quinn moaned and spread his legs slightly.