Jack and Robby are working the same shift. But it’s their little boy’s off day, and he can’t bear to be away from them for so long. So they keep him in Robby’s office, fucking him stupid on the little couch, taking turns visiting him so he doesn’t miss Daddy or Papa too much
He wonders, sometimes, if the patients he treats have any idea what kind of man Dennis is outside the hospital.
He's sure he doesn't give it away. At work, he's the picture of competence. He's a grown man who has his shit together. A trusted doctor, who saves people's lives. Helps them through their bad days.
Well. At home he has two Daddies and they own his ass.
At home, he doesn't have to think. He doesn't have to make decisions. There's no-one's life at stake in his hands when he's Jack and Robby's little boy. All he has to do is give himself up to their rules, their love, their wants, and he's completely and totally taken care of.
It was so easy, when it came down to it, to give himself up. Easier than he thought it ever would be. It's just … life has been so hard. He's had to fight and scrap for everything, to keep his head above water. Just above, sometimes still slipping under.
Jack and Robby take all that stress away. All the fight and struggle. He pays no rent. He barely contributes to the bills, or groceries, or anything. He lets them take care of him, and he takes care of them, plenty.
When he has Daddy and Papa around, he's not scared, or hungry, or tired, or anything but happy and sated and full. He's not a child. He knows it, they know it. But he is their little boy.
He's grown so used to having at least one of his Daddies at home with him, that when they both have to work and he doesn't, well.
He doesn't know what to do with himself. The first time this happened, they left him at home. Sadly, yes, reluctantly. But it was Dennis' day off, and he shouldn't have to spend it at the hospital just because they wanted him close by.
He spent the day wandering the apartment, lonely and increasingly desperate for affection. For touch. To be full. They came home to him sobbing with a dildo inside him, rocking back and forth on it, whimpering DaddyDaddyDaddy.
They haven't left him home alone all day again.
No, the next time this happens, they take Dennis to work with them.
No-one else knows, of course. If any of the regular staff saw Dennis around, he'd be roped into helping. He'd have to be Doctor Dennis. Competent Dennis.
That's not what he is right now.
Now, he's Daddy's little boy, hidden away in Daddy's office, the door firmly locked. Only Robby and Jack have a key. Which is a good thing, because he's been stripped nude. He's on his back, on the not very comfortable sofa that Robby keeps in there, mostly for this purpose. There's a plug inside him, and he's happily scrolling on his phone.
Robby's just been by to visit him, stolen ten or so minutes.
"How's my sweet boy doing?" he'd cooed, sweet as ever, spreading Dennis' legs and unbuckling his belt.
"M'fine, Daddy," he'd answered, parting easy and whining just a little when Robby had pulled the plug out of him. The sigh of relief when the man's cock replaced it was breathy and delighted. "Waiting for you."
"That's my good boy," Robby moaned, fucking into him hard. At home, he could take his time, draw out the orgasms, not have to come until he was damn well ready, but Dennis knows he only has a short window of time before he's called back down to the ER for the next inevitable emergency.
He reaches down to pull his legs back further, spreading himself open for Robby to get in deeper.
"God, that's it," Robby groaned. "Making yourself so fuckable for your Daddy. Fuck, I wish I could stay up here with you all day."
Dennis had known, the moment Robby had pushed inside him, that he wasn't going to come this time. That was alright - it felt fucking amazing and he didn't need this pleasure to be about him. Maybe next time.
Robby, though, definitely came. Filled him up, hot and thick, and then pushed the plug back inside him to keep it inside.
"I gotta go back down, baby," he said apologetically, kissing the top of Dennis' head. "I'll see you later."
It's only an hour or so before the lock on the door rattles, and then Jack's slipping inside, clicking the door shut and locked behind him.
"Fuck, it's crazy out there," he sighs, shucking off his scrub pants without even pausing. "Half the board's just kids with the flu, and I gotta be the bad guy who says they can't have antibiotics."
He's roughly pulling Dennis up onto his feet as he speaks, pushing him forward at the waist so Jack can sit on the sofa. He pulls the plug out, and catches the cum leaking out Dennis' hole with his tongue, licking in eagerly.
Dennis yelps, and Jack spreads his cheeks to get his tongue in deeper.
"Fuck, Daddy," he whimpers, knees wobbling beneath him. He doesn't dare, move, though. It feels fucking electric, and he knows what would happen if he tried to pull away.
"Language, kiddo," Jack rumbles against his hole, and Dennis shudders all the way from head to toes. "Don't make me have to wash your mouth out."
"I - I think it's your mouth that needs washing - unf, Jack."
Jack lifts his head, mouth smeared with cum and lube, and when Dennis turns, confused, Jack's glaring at him.
"What did you just call me?" he snarls, and Dennis has to think, hard, for a second - what did he - oh no.
"Daddy! Fuck, m'sorry, Daddy, I didn't - "
But Jack has already returned to eating him out, taking back Robby's cum for himself.
"Mmf. Fuck, gonna have to leave him something," Jack mutters to himself, and presses his cock inside Dennis without warning, long deep strokes that Dennis knows from experience are designed to milk every drop out of him and leave it deep inside Dennis.
By the time both men finish their shift, Dennis has to be carried out over a shoulder, too fucked out and weak to stand on two legs.
