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John isn't sure exactly how he came across the site. It was random happenstance to a degree, since you can't exactly just stumble into the dark web, but that particular site at just the right time was a strange coincidence for sure. It's not a coincidence anymore. Now it's a standing date, so even if he isn't scheduled to work (and he's increasingly making sure he isn't), he'll lie to the sitter that he does have to work and then take himself several towns over to a by-the-hour motel and pay for a few hours just so he can truly enjoy the show. That's where he's at now, settling onto the dingy bed, his laptop propped on pillows next to him, his cock out and already getting hard, logged into the cam site that he pays for with crypto so it's not traceable. The room on the screen still just shows the black welcome screen, the performers not having activated their cam yet as they wait for subscribers and one off purchasers to fill it up, but it won't be much longer, the viewer count ticking closer and closer to the 1000 person cap. When it's nearly there, John puts in the wireless earbuds he bought and managed to connect and flips the volume on.
John wraps a hand around his cock as soon as the room flickers to life, the familiar bedroom coming into view with the attractive teen already sitting on the bed. Dark hair and hints of stubble already at 14, most viewers probably think he's older but John knows better. They probably think the other boy is younger than the 5 years John knows he has, he's small even for his young age, round cheeks making him look closer to 3. The boys were already stripped down when the room started, so there's nothing for them to tease off. Instead, they all watch as the teen grips the back of the younger boy's head, pushing it towards his cock. The only sounds coming through are the slurps and gags as he works the little boy's head down over and over again and the occasional soft whimper from the boy when the teen thrusts his hips up at the same time he's shoving the boy down, jabbing that cock into the back of his throat.
It goes on for several minutes like that but John keeps the pace of his strokes steady, knowing from last viewings that there's so much more to come. When the boy is finally allowed to sit back up, his chin is covered in drool, and the teen smirks at the camera as he rubs it all over the boy's face. John adjusts his position on the bed, knowing what's coming next. He's not disappointed at all when the teen gets the little boy laying down on his back, head half off the edge of the bed, and then climbs over him, back to the camera. He helps the young boy grip his hairy cheeks and spread them, showing off his pucker before he reaches down and roughly grips the boy's hair, pulling him up at an angle so the camera can still pick up what's happening.
"Lick it faggot." The teen's voice is softer than you'd expect looking at him, one of the only indicators that he's younger than he appears. There's another whimper from the little boy when he doesn't immediately obey, but then he's got his mouth open and his tongue laving over that hairy teen hole. John's hand speeds up as he watches as the little boy is forced to lick and slurp that teen ass, and when the teen makes the boy start pushing his tongue up inside, John has to squeeze himself to stave off cumming too soon. The boy whimpers and whines every time the teen grinds down and forces his tongue deep, his little body flinching and making John's cock drool precum nonstop. It keeps up for nearly twenty minutes, John having to continuously pull himself back from the edge. He thinks the only reason it stops is because the boy seems to have lost most of the feeling in his mouth, unable to do as he's told no matter how hard the teen pulls his hair and shoves his face into his crack. It's longer than the boy made it at the last show though, so John isn't too upset that it's over. Especially since he's desperate to cum himself now.
The teen rubs his ass all over the boy's face before he climbs off of him and yanks the boy off the bed. He settles himself on the edge first, then lifts the boy, keeping him facing out as he moves him to his lap. That teen cock is hard and upright, the tip glistening with precum. It feels like they make eye contact through the camera even though John knows it's one way. Then the teen is sucking on two of his fingers before showing off the boy's hairless pucker and shoving them in, making the boy shout and squirm and try to tug away. John thrusts hard into his own fist at the sound, eyes glued to the camera as he watches the teen roughly finger the young boy before gripping his cock and lining it up, only the spit that was on his fingers and his own pre to ease the way as he forces it into that tight little boy cunt. The boy is crying as the teen shoves it in to the hilt, forcing the boy down onto it and then lifting him up just to slam him down again, eyes fixed on the webcam that's broadcasting for him. John can see the way the teen's cock pushes against the boy's belly from the inside, distending it before it flattens over and over in rapid succession. John speeds his own hand up faster than the thrusts, chasing his orgasm. He cums when the boy let's out a particularly loud sob, grinding into his hand as he pulses a mess all over himself.
The fucking is still going on when he's done and as much as he's tempted to stay and watch and see if he can cum again, he's got a better idea. He doesn't bother cleaning himself up, just drags his pants on over his messy crotch and slams his laptop closed. He leaves the key on the bed and hustles back to his car. He's been waiting for the right opportunity to do this, and since he knows the teen can and will fuck the boy for a good twenty or more minutes beyond what he's done, it's the perfect chance. He can make it home right about when they're finishing up, be there just as the live feed gets cut. He can feel his cock already starting to fatten again at the prospect.
John isn't sure how he found that particular feed on just the right day, but he's happy he did. The first time he'd been conflicted - his cock had been hard and leaking in his pants but his mind was flooded with guilt at not stopping it. That was easily cured the next time he watched though, his dick and his long buried desires won out. Should he feel bad that his babysitter rapes his little boy every time he watches him? Of course. But does he? Unfortunately not. All he's thought about since the first time he saw the cam feed was how he wished that it was him using his son. Or at least that he was there to enjoy it all too. And today he's going to get that.
He's quiet when he pulls into the garage, not bothering to close the door and tip them off. He slips into the house and can hear Stiles crying upstairs still, can hear the slap of skin on skin and the grunts Derek is letting out as he chases his own orgasm finally, making sure to give his viewers their money's worth. John slips his shoes off and tiptoes up the stairs, avoiding the creaky steps and hovering in the hallway, just out of sight. His cock is fully hard again as he gets a much closer view of the babysitter raping his little boy, seeing his son's belly bulge and how red his hole is. He can't wait to get a very up close view.
Derek grunt's and shoves Stiles down harder, grinding up into him, one hand splayed over the bulge in his stomach, pushing and rubbing at it, and John's cock leaks a little in his pants. When Derek finishes cumming, he isn't gentle, yanking Stiles off him and causing the boy to whine through his tears. Derek turns him around, one hand in his hair to guide his head, the other pulling one small cheek to the side. He shows all the watchers how puffy and open Stiles' ass is, lets them see the cum leaking from it, and forces the boy to lick at his cum covered cock, telling him to clean up the mess he caused. John wants to go in now but he holds himself back, waiting until Derek lets go of Stiles' butt and leans over, forcing his face harder into Derek's crotch while he turns off the webcam.
The second the camera is off, John is stepping from the shadows and into the room. Derek's eyes go wide as he spots him, but John just presses a finger to his lips as he moves closer, one hand dropping to fondle the bulge in pants, making it obvious without speaking that he's not here to punish Derek. The smirk that grows on the teen's face has John's cock twitching. It's followed by Derek reaching back down to harshly spread Stiles' cheeks again, showing off his cum dripping hole. John is careful to be quiet as he moves even closer and undoes his pants, letting them slip off his hips and puddle on the floor, his cock bobbing as he takes the last few steps to be just behind them. Stiles must feel the air shift because he starts to lift up, but Derek just grips his hair and keeps his face in place.
"Keep sucking me clean, faggot. I didn't tell you to stop." Derek looks to John and he nods his approval even as he takes himself in hand. He moves right up against Stiles, rubbing his cock head over his son's leaking hole, making the boy squirm and try to tug free of Derek's hold on him, now that he's got proof there's someone else in the room. John doesn't even think before he's licking his fingers and then bringing his hand down in a stinging slap right on Stiles' rim, making the boy cry out around Derek's cock, John and Derek groaning in appreciation at the same time. He locks eyes with the teen as he offers his fingers to him, pleased when Derek licks them, and then he slaps his son's asshole again, harder this time, making his body jolt and causing him to cry out again. He debates doing it more, but he's so wound up already that he can't stop himself from angling forward, shoving his thicker, longer cock straight up Stiles' ass in one move. The boy cries out again as he's spread open wider and deeper, and John thrusts a few times before pulling back out, admiring the clinging remnants of Derek's cum on his own cock.
"Flip him over and straddle his face, keep his mouth busy on your cock." It's the first thing he's said and he relishes the way Stiles' breath seems to hitch as he hears his father's voice, finally knowing who's in here with them. Derek lifts Stiles up and off, turning the boy even as he scoots them both back up the bed. John strokes himself as Stiles finally sees him, his eyes welling up with more tears.
"Daddy." His voice is wobbly as he cries, clearly pleading in the way he says it, but John just smirks and shakes his head.
"You've been a naughty little boy, Stiles. Letting your babysitter fuck your faggot count for all those strangers on the internet." Stiles' breath hitches as John speaks and soon he's sobbing harder. It just makes John more determined as he crawls up the bed after them. "Now, now, you can cry all you want but I'm not going to be denied. Not after I had to watch you slut it up for Derek. What a bad son, wanting to deny daddy when you're giving your cunt up all the time to your sitter."
John sees Derek's cock filling again as he talks to Stiles, and he motions at the teen to do as he was asked. Derek is more than happy to obey, turning away from John so he can straddle Stiles' face and feed the boy his cock. John waits until Derek's all the way in Stiles' mouth - marveling at how his boy didn't even gag when he knows the teen's cock must be in his throat - and then he pushes his way back into his son's hole, groaning as he bottoms out and watches his cock push against Stiles' stomach from the inside. He does as Derek did, rubbing and pushing at Stiles' distended belly with one hand, groaning again at the strange pressure it puts on his cockhead. Then he's leaning forward, knees digging into the bed, as he starts to pull out and slam back in, making Stiles grunt and whine around Derek's cock.
The new position has an added benefit, and John readjusts his position so he's got one hand helping brace him on the bed, and his free hand lifting up, pulling one of Derek's jiggling ass cheeks to the side and exposing his hairy hole. Derek doesn't stop his thrusting into Stiles' mouth, not that John would care either way, but it makes it easier to lean his face forward, tongue out and lashing against Derek's rim. He drops his hand once his face is in place, matching his thrusts to Derek's so he can keep his mouth on the teen's hot hole, licking and pushing his tongue up inside it as much as he can. He groans when Derek's hole tightens around his tongue, the teen's movements stuttering to a stop as he cums down Stiles' throat. John pulls his face back enough to wriggle a finger up to his mouth before pushing it into Derek's ass, his tongue following it as he twists and rubs, pressing hard when Derek moans and shudders, knowing he's found the teen's prostate. John gets lost in fucking his son's tight ass while Derek's hole pulses around his tongue, at least until Derek starts to shift away, mumbling.
"Too much, please. I can't." John lifts up enough to free the hand he was bracing himself with, continuing to rock into his son and press hard against Derek's prostate as he responds.
"You can, keep that cock in his mouth."
"Please, Mr. Stilinski, it's too much, I'm gonna piss." Derek's tone goes pleading and john can feel the way he's tensing to stop himself, his hole tightening hard around John's finger. He doesn't stop though, letting go of Derek's hip instead to reach around, pressing low on his belly and starting to jab at Derek's prostate with his finger.
"He's been a naughty little slut, he needs to learn a lesson. Needs to learn his place. And a faggot like him is only good for one thing: to serve real men like us, no matter what we want them to do. Stop holding back."
John pushes harder into Stiles, using his knees to force the boy's legs up over his own, letting him scoot his body closer, hook his chin over Derek's shoulder and look down. He can see how red Stiles' face is from the rough treatment, watch the way his tears streak down his face, see the way he keeps trying to open his mouth to breathe.
"Hold his mouth open, I want to see you do it."
"Oh fuck, okay." Derek sounds breathy even though his cock is truly spent, reaching down with both hands to hold Stiles in place, one in his hair gripping tight and the other pushing at the join of his jaw, forcing his mouth to stay open. John feels his balls start to tighten as Derek groans, dark yellow piss beginning to stream onto Stiles' tongue from where his soft cock is sitting. Stiles tries to buck beneath them but he has no leverage, and John makes a tsking sound.
"Bad little faggot, that's not how you take your punishment. You better start to swallow, wouldn't want you to choke." John's hips are flexing, cock pulling out as much as it can given the position he's in before he slams it back into his son. He's close, closer than he expected to be this soon, and all it takes for him to tip over the edge is to see his son's throat work as he gurgles and tries to swallow in the face of the unending stream of piss filling his mouth. Some of the piss bubbles up, spills over the sides of his cheeks and onto Stiles' bedding, soaking it. John groans as he feels his cock start to spurt inside his son, grinding his hips and pushing harder on Derek's prostate.
"That's it, swallow his hot piss, faggot. Show us what you were made for." Derek groans at John's words, his hips thrusting forward and making more piss spill over Stiles' face. The stream doesn't taper off until John's finished cumming himself, and it's with reluctance he pulls his finger free of Derek's ass. He waits for Derek to shift off of Stiles before he pushes the digit in his son's mouth. "Clean daddy's finger up, it's all your fault I had it up Derek's ass after all."
John is pleased when Stiles doesn't fight him, just sucks on the finger until John takes it back. He can feel his cock softening inside of Stiles, but the boy's hole is still tight enough around it that it hasn't slipped free yet. He smiles as he adjusts his position, holding his son's legs tight when he takes a deep breath and clenches his abs. Cumming twice is a lot of work for a man his age, and of course his body needs a little extra release too. He knows Stiles can tell what's happening when he gasps and starts crying again, trying to squirm away. John lifts his hand and brings it down fast on his little boy cocklett, the smack loud in the room, making Stiles whimper and still.
"Ah ah, daddy needs to piss and there's no reason not to use the urinal I made. Stay still or I'll have to spank you again, and you don't want that, do you?" Stiles keeps crying and doesn't answer until John raised his hand, like he's gonna do it again.
"No, no please!" Stiles practically wails, his own hands raising to block his body, and John lowers his arm.
"Good boy. You'll get used to it, getting daddy's nice hot piss up your slutty cunt or on your mouth. And Derek's. You're our little faggot to play with however we want. Don't act so surprised, I've seen how often you give it up to him, never even asking daddy if it was okay. Well, now you'll be giving it up to us both. Doing whatever we tell you. You may not like it, but you'll be doing it." John feels the last of his piss dribble out and he yanks himself free, smirking at the rush of cum and piss that follows his cock out of Stiles' ass, wetting the bedding further. He knee walks over his son until his cock is pushing against the boy's lips. "Clean up my cock now like a good fag.
Stiles' eyes are leaking steadily as he opens up and slides his mouth over John's soft cock, sucking and licking until every last drop of piss and cum is gone. John shares a smirk with Derek as he moves off, lifting Stiles up and flipping him over, his hole still leaking the remnants from the two of them.
"Look at this mess you made on your bed, that is just disgusting Stiles." John grips his hair, rubbing his son's face over the wet patches made from his sloppy hole. "I want you to suck the bedding clean now, and then we're gonna have a talk about the new rules going forward."
Stiles cries but starts dutifully sucking at his comforter while John stands and stretches, beckoning Derek over to him. The teen comes quickly, eyes mostly glued to where Stiles is. When he's close enough, John draws him into a kiss, hoping Derek can taste himself on John's tongue. He lets his hands wander down Derek's back, cupping his fat ass cheeks and squeezing, letting his fingers dip into the crack and rub over his still spit-wet hole. He draws back from the kiss but keeps his hands groping as he speaks.
"I've been watching your stream for awhile now. Brave of you to go without a mask or blurring your face. Not that I wouldn't have recognized the room either way. I have some ideas I think you should include." Derek makes an interested noise, even as his gaze travels back to watch Stiles sucking the piss and cum from his blankets. "But don't think you're off the hook. You've been using my son without my permission for awhile now, probably for much longer than what I've seen. We'll have to do something about that I think." John punctuates his words by shoving two fingers up Derek's ass, relishing the way the teen clenches, though he's surprised that the groan sounds more pleasured than pained.
"I'll show you everything I have, tell you all about it. Mmm fuck." Derek's voice goes low and raspy and he pushes back on John's dry fingers, his cock looking like it's starting to swell again, and John has to admit this isn't what he expected at all, but he can't say he isn't enjoying it. He only wishes he could get hard for a third time and it's distracting enough that it takes a minute for Derek's words to register.
"Show me?"
"Mmhmm. I've recorded everything I ever did with him, right from the start. I can show you it all. When are you off next?"
"Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow then." Derek steps away, leaving John staring after him as he collects his phone and shimmies back into the clothes that John hadn't noticed were off the side of the bed. He spares one last glance at Stiles and then he's sauntering out of the room and down the stairs, the door closing with a click behind him. John has to deal with this now, but he admits to himself that he can't wait for tomorrow.