college au where best friends jack and robby are med school juniors and dennis is a baby faced freshman.
jack and robby share a crappy apartment and after the two take dennis home from the bar one night, they keep him and start to share him like they would with any other object in the house.
dennis will get fucked to sleep in jacks bedroom, then wake up in robby’s bed being fucked into consciousness.
jack busting into robby’s room while robby is giving it to dennis good,
“hey no fair, I was only grabbing a snack and then he was gone.” he’s sliding into the bed though, kissing up dennis’s exposed chest.
robby leans up to create space for him, “snooze you lose brother. can’t leave your door open with such an appetizing sight all spread out on your bed.”
dennis is moaning and whining, his orgasm approaching while the two argue over his head.
the year goes by with dennis in a perpetual state of fucked out, being over-the-shoulder carried up and down the hallway, traded for snacks and homework answers, and having at least two prostate orgasms a day.
“i’ll take your grocery shopping day and i’ll buy your brand of beer for two weeks, please just give him back.”
jack is fucking dennis over the back of the couch while robby stands in the doorframe looking on petulantly
“no way brother, i’ve barely had him at all this week because of your stupid pharmaceutical exams.”
the argument gets drowned out by dennis’ content moans when jack switches to eating him out in between responses, but trust and believe robby is stealing their boy back later tonight.
and hey, dennis gets free housing, meals, and sex by accidently becoming two med students’ free use toy so he truly feels like the winner here.
more sleazy rockstar robby and controversially young fan-turned-boyfriend dennis thoughts...
robby is very proud of his pretty little boyfriend, and wants to stake an official claim in the eyes of the public. he doesnt do instagram or social media, so he finds another way. how better to launch his relationship than with the cover of his new album?
he ends up sitting with dennis for hours, moving his boy around in his lap however he wants, showing off different body parts and testing new positions- all while dennis fights off a throbbing boner. he gets uncontrollably horny when robby treats him like a possession, just another prize he's snatched up during his record breaking career. dennis is happy to be one of robby's trophies.
eventually, robby settles on an image. its a mirror of the pose he'd coaxed (or, slightly forced) the younger man into in their first meeting, when robby had invited his fan backstage and had ended up fucking him until he cried and clung to his big hairy arms and chest for comfort.
in the image, dennis is sat on robby's lap as robby acts as though he's teaching dennis guitar chords, hands over his on the strings. the body of the guitar hides the men's crotches from view, but there's little doubt that both men are hard and leaking. aside from the guitar, theyre both naked.
their heads are cropped out, but any fan of robby's is deeply familiar with the dark hair and wide belly he sports, given he plays most shows shirtless. what's new is the pale, hicky-ridden skin of the other man nestled on top of him. the fans go berserk with speculation- who was this young lover and new muse of one of the world's most famous rockstars?
they'll find out soon enough when robby decides dennis should be on his arm wherever he goes. what the fans don't know (despite the fact the new album cover highly suggests it) is that each and every new song released had this pretty little twenty something year old either sat on his cock or sucking his cock as robby recorded them.
dennis is such a good boy, such a dedicated fan. of course he deserves to be the cover art.
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Dennis, for all intents and purposes, tried to be clean.
He wasn't good at it. He let his laundry linger until there were wrinkles in his scrubs. He forgot to toss out old leftovers. He would remember to put his shoes away for two days in a row, and then would leave them abandoned on day three.
It was his nature. No one really taught him how to clean up or helped him develop a system to organize his things. And he grew up with brothers. His mom had given up by baby #3 on having some sort of picture perfect house.
Jack, however, did not care about his excuses.
Which is why Dennis found himself bouncing up and down Jack's cock, chasing a release that wouldn't be handed over.
"Messy," Jack snapped. "Messy and sloppy and - look at me when I'm talking to you, Den."
"Sorry, 'm sorry-" he pleaded. That only earned him a sharp smack on his ass.
"Sorry what?"
"Sorry dad," he hiccuped. "Didn't mean to, dad, I swear, 'm sorry-"
"You should've learned by now," Jack continued. "I mean really, I raised you better. Your daddy and I both did."
Dennis whined, high pitched and raw, thighs trembling at his exertion. "I'll do better. Dad, I can do it, please, just let me-"
Jack let out a mean laugh. "You think getting to come is going to make you shape up?"
Yes. No. Maybe. It was worth a shot, he thought desperately.
"What did he do now?" Robby sighed from his spot at the doorway. Dennis hadn't even heard him come in. He turned slightly but a hand snaked around his jaw and pulled his attention back.
"No. You look at your dad when he's fucking you."
Now probably wasn't the time to point out that technically Dennis was doing the fucking.
Directed at Robby, Jack spoke again. "Fucking left his scrubs all over the bedroom floor. Again. Like his ass didn't just learn the lesson two days ago."
"I didn't mean to," Dennis protested. "I was gonna get it, swear daddy, I just-"
"Ah-ah. Don't make excuses," Robby interrupted. "You know how much your dad hates that shit. We can't keep having the same conversation, Dennis."
The disappointment isn't fake. It's cruel and heavy and Dennis can feel tears building in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. He just wants to be good. Not a problem or another thing that bothers them.
Jack catches his attention by gently tapping his palm against Dennis's face. "Hey. You can make it up to me, yeah? Come on. Be good for once tonight. Let dad cum in that pretty little pussy and then we can have a conversation about your rules."
He doesn't know how he did it. Thighs shaking, breath hitching, Jack gripping bruises into his waist, Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his pace, pushing himself down to the hilt of his dad's cock before pulling himself upright again.
It didn't take much after that. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing it before daddy had walked in but it only took a few minutes of concentrated effort for his dad to groan lowly, stilling him so his cock was buried deep in Dennis's cunt, hot cum sputtering and filling him quickly.
"Atta boy," Robby praised from where he had joined on the bed. "Knew you could behave for him."
Dennis winced as Jack carefully pulled him off, pushing him back down onto the bed easily, legs twitching in the aftershocks.
But he could feel the wetness sliding out down his thighs, pooling beneath him on the mattress. Jack tsked above him and it made his face heat up.
"Messy," Jack taunted. "Wasteful. You going to clean it up or do you need help?"
Dennis whimpered, legs feeling useless, muscles forgetting how to work properly.
"Leave him alone," Robby scolded. Then, softer, "You tired, baby boy? Yeah? Want daddy to help with the mess dad made of you?"
No. No, no he did not need anything, let alone daddy anywhere near his throbbing, aching, empty cunt.
"I can do it," he mumbled weakly but he made no motions to accomplish the task.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Let daddy take care of it."
Robby pinned his legs back before he had a chance to argue. He squirmed slightly but his daddy's grip was unwavering. Holding him still, the heat of his tongue made quick work of licking up the cum that had slipped down his thighs, working all the way up until he latched his mouth onto Dennis's still leaking pussy.
Dennis screamed, wails bouncing off the walls pathetically, vision going white within seconds.
"Oh, there we go," Jack cooed down at him. "Feel better, kiddo? All that fussiness out of you now?"
Dennis sobbed, trying and failing to push his daddy off of his overly sensitive pussy. "C-c-can't, no more, dad, no more, no more, please daddy-"
"Let him have his fun, Den. You know daddy always cleans you up so well."
rockstar robby's fanbase who marvel at how he always steps out of his tour bus looking so refreshed and glowing and happy despite all the travel... how does he do it? even the biggest stars often look tired and slightly dishevelled.
unbeknownst to the screaming, cheering masses, robby has a fan much more special than them. he has a fan, sweet dennis, who is held numerous times daily face down, ass up in his tour bus bed, naked as the day he was born.
robby mounts him as they drive from venue to venue, fucking him so deep and cumming in him so much that his belly bulges, and the backstage all-access pass slung over the younger man's neck smacks against the stretched skin. all-access to the venue for dennis, all-access to dennis's body for robby.
it turns out that having someone to fuck every single day, someone who worships you and your music and your career, and will listen to your every command, is pretty beneficial to appearance and mood. robby is fresh at every tour date because his cock is still damp in his pants from stuffing dennis over and over and over just moments before.
while robby plays and sings and revels in the cheers of the crowd, dennis is usually drooling and floating, naked on the sofa of robby's dressing room with his cock soft and plump against his thigh, and ass clenching around nothing. hes ready to be filled. after all, the rockstar might want a quick round three before the encore... and dennis will always provide.
dennis who lays in bed with his romance books on his kindle, squirming around and humping the bed at the detailed sex scenes until Robby climbs in behind him and he goes stock still.
"What are you reading baby?" Robby's wrapping himself around Dennis.
The younger boy is doing his best to not give himself away. "Just, um a book. Trin recommended it."
Robby leans closer, kissing the sensitive spot below Dennis’ ear, voice low and raspy,
I know Jack laughs into Dennis´ pussy when he starts whining about it being too much.
"p-ppleaaaaseee please I need a br-reaaak"
A muffled huff rumbles through his cunt.
"Aww, where´d all that fight go, little brat? Just earlier you were saying I was an old man with no stamina, yet here we are. All bark and no bite huh"
He gets more incoherent whining when he gets back to work.
jack and robby being together for so long before meeting dennis that they’re like a freaky type of in sync with each other.
robby helps jack into his prosthetic in the morning before the two share a little peck. they lean over to dennis at the same time and have to rock paper scissors to decide who gets to make out with him first.
the three of them are at the bathroom sink in the morning and the two of them spit at the same time, then hand off the same hair pomade and do the same number of passes through their hands.
jack skillfully cooks the eggs while robby tries not to burn the toast and they move around each other artfully, with precision. dennis just sits at the barstool and watches wistfully.
they pack dennis’ lunch with the same silent knowledge of each other; jack will grab the fun snack and robby will grab the veggie. The two draw matching smiley faces on a post it and stick it in top of the zip lock bag covering the sandwich robby cut into halves.
and the sex, god the sex. they don’t even need to speak to know when one should pull out and the other should start fucking dennis.
the two work as one to pleasure dennis, no need to stop and fix anything, one of them always tending to the others needs.
dennis has the best orgasms of his life with the pair after one long consent conversation and the power of their shared brains.
spoiled dennis who gets his own makeup room when he moves in with jack and robby.
they see his pitiful zip lock bag with over-tired products past their expiration date and their hearts break.
the in home gym is gone immediately, not that anyone but jack really used it (bar the occasional roleplay).
the new vanity arrives with next day delivery and the makeup shopping spree is enough to bankrupt a lesser man.
the entire time dennis is flushed red, denying the older couple from putting something new in the cart and then growing warm in his tummy at being subsequently ignored.
the boy blooms in his new setup, trying more and more elaborate makeup looks all while perfecting his everyday style. he's happier than he's ever been, the weight of his hobby being hidden now lifted.
the new confidence infects the whole house in waves, dennis bringing his more feminine side into the bedroom and Jack and Robby quick to respond whenever they're called to.
the amount of times the trio have had filthy sex on the small couch in the makeup room is insane.
The older pair have been pavloved into getting hard whenever dennis calls them into the room to look at his latest makeup attempt.
they've taken to just throwing the pillowcases covered in mascara blush and lipstick into the trash instead of washing them.
jack and robby have been in a game of gay chicken since they met at a med school party sophomore year and now they own a home together and fuck raw every night. they told me.
robby stilled, fully seated in dennis. “wait, what?”
and, oh wow, that was embarrassing. dennis shoved his head into the pillow, so his words were a little muffled. “just ignore that, please.”
“no, what’s a knot in this context?” robby asked while running a hand up and down dennis’s side.
how does one explain to their fifty year old boyfriend that they read insane werewolf smut? how does one explain that they wanted to be bred but in, like, a fictional way? fuck, he shouldn’t have stayed up late to read that book last night.
dennis swallowed nervously, wiggling against the cock still in his ass. “it’s just-it’s just a thing from my books. it’s nothing, keep going.”
so robby did. he kept going. he fucked dennis so well he forgot all about his embarrassing admission. then, when dennis was asleep, robby went into the man’s backpack and opened his kindle.
robby poured over his library and it was full of titles like the alpha who loved me, an omega’s decision, the fated mates. robby opened one that seemed to be what dennis was currently reading. it was some of the filthiest shit he’d ever seen, and he’d read classic bodice rippers.
apparently a knot was when a dick got super big and basically locked the two partners together. there was an underlying sweetness to the perversion. dennis wanted to be mates in this fantastical way. he wanted to be physically tied for a period of time.
robby booted up his laptop to see what type of things were available for this. he’d knot dennis if that was what he wanted.
Dennis being lovingly put into a pull up or diaper after sex…. Holes all leaky….
Jack finally relents in his effort of overstimulating Dennis, pulling his fingers out of the boy's cunt easily. Denny lets out a shivery whine in response. Robby is laughing at him softly, moving towards the new pastel cabinet that sits next to the old wooden one.
"Okay sweetpea, I know you're ready to doze off from your orgasm but we gotta get you into your diaper first.”
“mhm-my diaper?” he’s mumbling, mind blown from the thorough ravaging he just experienced.
jack is allowing his boy to sit up just a bit now, rubbing on his thighs as he moves. “Yeah pup, we wouldn’t want you making a mess all over the house now would we?”
“I don’t make messes!” a little more awake now.
Jack walks his fingers up his legs to stimulate Dennis’ clit again and has the younger man twitching, his cum and Jack’s spit mixing together and dripping down mesmerizingly slow.
robby’s back with them, “i don’t know denny, your pussy is a bit of a mess. but don’t worry we’ll fix that right now won’t we?”
Jack is sticking his fingers in dennis’s hole now, blocking robby from doing anything productive.“Yeah, because good boys don’t make messes do they?”
“No i’m a good boy, I won’t make a mess.”
“No you won’t baby, not unless Daddy wants you to be messy.”
Dennis always knew he would die. It was just a fact of life. He’d become used to the idea of mortality at a much younger age than the average person, sure, but he never found the thought unhealthy. Being exposed to death so young only made him that much more aware.
It was just… Dennis hoped he would die having accomplished more in his life. Not a theology degree and almost a doctor. Everything had to go downhill for him during his second-to-last rotation. He didn’t even have a place to call home which should hurt more than Dennis thought. The thing he really regretted, though, was not making more amends.
None of that mattered. What mattered was him staring down into the backpack that looked exactly like his, but instead of finding clothes and textbooks and his computer, he found bricks of drugs.
“Oh.” Dennis said meekly. The two men in front of him only laughed. Of course they did. They probably dealt with stuff like this all the time. Some random person messing up their trade. And now Dennis would have to pay for it.
“You cost us a pretty penny for…” the one on the left started. He had the gray hair, though the one on the right had flecks of white in his beard. “Shit, a couple of textbooks? Nothing that interesting… a few clothes, too.” Dennis failed to hold back the tears that were blurring his view of the bricks in the bag. It wouldn’t do anything.
“Yeah,” Dennis croaked. He didn’t know why he said anything, but he’d be dead soon anyway. It didn’t matter. “I don’t have anywhere to go so… it’s all in there.”
“Hm.” the man continued. “Aw. How cute, a sketchbook too. Basic anatomy book right next to the ratty thing. What, you an artist?”
“No.” Dennis said, voice flat even as more tears fell. He reached his hand in the bag and poked at the bricks. It was probably worth more than Dennis ever had. Enough to pay off his parent’s debt, maybe. “I wanted to be a doctor. I was gonna save lives or something.”
The sound of more of his belongings being pulled made Dennis glance up. Most of the stuff he really cared about had been left behind. Everything in that bag wasn't important. Well, they were, but Dennis didn't think trying to fight for any of the items to hold onto was worth it. He wiped his palm across his cheek.
The textbooks hit the desk first, then the laptop. They were all placed on the desk that stood between him and the men. Being dragged through the place had scared Dennis. In another life, he would have been in awe. He had been in awe. There had still been too much fear to properly appreciate the architecture. All he really processed was how much it must have cost.
When his clothes got thrown on the desk, Dennis choked. It sucked to see his whole life just laid out like that. Everything he owned fit in one bag with nothing to show for it but a steaming pile of debt. There would be no one to bury his body. He didn't have an emergency contact and it wasn't like his family would go looking for him.
"Only two pairs of scrubs?" the man on the right asked. Dennis nodded. If he spoke now, it would only turn into sobs. Might as well try to keep some of his dignity. "You don't even have night clothes in here."
"They--" Dennis sucked in a breath as more tears ran down his face and the sob broke free. It took a few more seconds to compose himself properly. If Dennis was delusional, he would have thought both the men seemed to pity him. "--They took up too much space. I sold them so I could have dinner."
Silence.
Nothing from either men was worse than them saying anything. Dennis curled around the backpack in his lap, sobbing into the thing. Of course it wasn't his. This backpack actually held up to being used as a stuffed animal. Dennis' would've ripped or made the already existing hole bigger as his nails dug into it. He didn't care about the nice cushion on the chair as he curled his legs up, too. If he could have at least one thing before he died, he would let himself have the comfort of finally crying.
Something scraped across the table and Dennis gasped as he looked up with wide eyes. He blinked fast and hard to see what the men had set down and--
Water. A glass of water. Dennis stared at it and heaved a deep breath.
"Small sips," Right said, "Came from this." He held up a fancy looking bottle of water. Dennis sniffed and looked between the glass the man held and the one in front of him. He reached forward with a shaking hand and listened. "Where are you doing your rotations?" Dennis took a few sips as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"The PTMC," he said. He set the water back on the desk. He had better control of his breathing now, if not the tears that were still pouring down his face. It probably looked pathetic to the two men, eyes red and puffy with his whole life in one bag. Dennis wished he had anything he could even beg for. "It's my emergency rotation. I don't... Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you that." Left hummed. Dennis sniffed and wiped under his nose with the back of his hand. He kept his gaze firmly away from their faces. If he looked this pathetic, he didn't want to see the disgust they held.
"Oh, um," Dennis sniffled again as he started unwrapping from the backpack. It took more effort than he'd like to admit to heft the thing onto the desk and shove it in the men's direction. "Sorry."
Another bout of silence before the two men started conversing. Dennis couldn't understand them. It took him a few seconds to recognize the language, not that it helped any. Hebrew. He had a theology professor who insisted they learn at least one prayer: The Shema. It was important to know someone's faith in order to best help them with their journey, his professor said.
"Not everyone you come across needing help will be of your faith. You must respect that." Dennis smiled at the memory. He muttered the prayer under his breath, brows furrowed together as he focused on the pronunciation. He didn't even hear the two men falter than stop as he spoke. When he finished, his tears were slower.
"You're Jewish?" Right asked. Dennis jumped, not expecting the question. He shook his head and pulled his legs back onto the chair. He still shivered despite his attempt to stop.
"I grew up Christian," he said, "I don't know what I am anymore."
"Huh." Left said. Then, there was the sound of the chairs scraping. Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and pulled himself into a tighter ball. "We'll be right back. We need to discuss something. Just stay right there, pup." A hand land in his curls and Dennis didn't know whether to pull away from the dangerous hand or press into the last soft touch he might ever receive. The sound of the door closing and locking came soon after.
Being left in the room meant Dennis could walk around. He thought he probably should. Give in to the short lived freedom he earned but he was just... so tired. How bad was this, really? Just because he didn't have anything to show for in life didn't mean finally resting would be all that bad. Dennis had hoped he would die of old age. That must not have been how he was meant to live.
Dennis stayed curled up on the chair, although he loosened a little. Let himself drift and sleep before the eternal slumber. He could do whatever he wanted and there would be no real consequence, so why not waste his last few hours napping?
The door opened again with a loud click and whoosh. Dennis didn't even bother opening his eyes. They could just deal with him here. Dennis didn't care anymore.
"Alright, here's the plan," Left said, "You're going into emergency medicine." Dennis' head whipped up at that. It hurt his neck a little, how fast he moved. The crust in his eyes from crying so much made it hard to see, but when he wiped it away, standing just behind the two men was Jesse van Horn. Dennis knew Jesse. Jesse worked at the hospital as a nurse.
"What..." Dennis rubbed one eye just to be sure. Still Jesse.
"Jesse will be your bodyguard," Right said, "And you won't say a word about any of this to anyone."
"Aren't you going to kill me?" Dennis blurted out. Not the best thing to say but it was all Dennis could think. He was supposed to be dead or on his way to being dead. Not... being assigned a nurse he talked to almost every day as his bodyguard.
"That was the plan," Left said, "New plan. You're our partner."
"I don't want to sell drugs." Dennis said. Dumb. Idiotic.
"No, not in that way."
"You're moved in, effective immediately," Right said, "Welcome home, motek."
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