Grayson stayed on his knees between Kota's spread thighs, freckled face still streaked with thick white ropes that clung to his long curly ginger hair and dripped slowly down his chin onto the already-soaked carpet. His eyes were locked only on the cum, nothing else in the trashed bedroom mattered, not the scattered Monster cans rolling under the Alaskan king bed, not the faint electric hum still fading from the disabled scrotum sleeve, not even the wet slurping sounds Dennis was making as he licked the sheets clean like a starving puppy.
Grayson's tongue flicked out playfully first, soft and teasing, circling the swollen tip of Kota's cock in slow, deliberate swirls that gathered every last bead of the heavy load still leaking from the slit. He sucked gently, lips forming a perfect seal around the head, cheeks hollowing as he drew out the final thick pulses with wet, hungry little gulps.
The suction was precise, almost worshipful, his tongue pressing flat underneath to milk the sensitive underside while his curly hair tickled Kota's inner thighs with every tiny bob of his head.
He looked completely fixated, pupils blown wide, freckles glistening under the fresh layers, like the only thing left in his world was the taste and the warmth sliding down his throat.
When the last drop was sucked clean and Kota's cock finally slipped from his lips with a soft, glossy pop, Grayson didn't stop.
He turned his attention to his own face, tongue darting out to chase the streaks across his cheeks, scooping up every bit of cum that had painted his skin.
He licked long, slow stripes from his jaw up to his cheekbone, then across his nose, gathering the salty thickness on the tip of his tongue before swallowing it down with audible, satisfied gulps. His fingers helped, scooping stray ropes from his forehead and feeding them into his mouth like he was savoring the finest dessert, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss the entire time.
The room filled with the quiet, wet sounds of his cleaning, soft licks, swallows, little moans of contentment—until his freckled face was shiny and clean again, only a faint sheen left behind like a glossy finish.
Kota watched every second of it, chest still rising and falling from the effort, the ache in his hips and balls a deep, throbbing reminder of how many loads he had already given today.
Kota sighed, long and heavy, the sound rumbling out of him like the last breath after a marathon. Grayson was finally trained, at least for now. The cheeky little shit had learned the lesson, turned from defiant twin to eager, cum-hungry good boy in the space of one deepthroat and a face full of reward.
The Alaskan king bed behind them was still a disaster zone, sheets drenched white from Dennis's endless orgasms, the air thick with the mixed scent of fresh cum, aloe lube, rubber toys, and spilled energy drink that clung to every surface like a second skin.
Kota's own body felt used up, muscles burning, cock raw and sensitive even as it twitched half-hard between his legs, but there was still one more to handle before he could call this session done and get the hell out of this mansion. He turned his head slowly toward Dennis, who was still face-down on the cum-soaked sheets, ass arched high, cheeks jiggling faintly as he licked the last puddles clean with greedy little laps.
"Heyy Kota," Dennis teased the second he felt eyes on him, voice playful and dripping with that same bratty energy that had started all this trouble. He lifted his head just enough to flash a wicked grin over his shoulder, darkish-red hair with ginger roots falling messily across his forehead, then shook his ass side to side in slow, enticing waves.
The massive heart-shaped globes swayed hypnotically, cheeks clapping softly together with every roll of his hips, the deep cleft opening and closing to flash the still-leaking, puffy hole that winked at Kota like it was begging for round ten.
"Where's my training? You trained Grayson all nice and pretty… what about me? Don't I get the same treatment, big man?"
Kota's jaw tightened, the familiar growl building in his chest again.
"You're only allowed to call me Master," he said, voice low and final, the same tone that had broken both of them earlier.
"Nothing else. Say it right or you get nothing."
Dennis refused instantly, sticking his tongue out in pure defiance while his ass kept swaying, cheeks rippling and clapping louder now to entice.
"Guess I need to be punished then," he shot back, voice dripping with challenge, eyes sparkling as he pushed his ass higher, spreading his knees wider on the soaked sheets so the cum from his own earlier orgasms smeared across his thighs.
"Come on, Kota… make me."
That was it. Kota got hard again in seconds, blood rushing south so fast his cock slapped up heavy against his stomach, thick and veiny and ready for one more fuck. He had just enough left—balls still heavy enough for one final deep load, the exhaustion in his body pushed aside by the fresh surge of dominance that flooded his veins.
He pounced on Dennis like a predator finally done waiting, grabbing the boy's hips and flipping him onto his back in one rough motion. Then he folded him into a mating press that was way more pinned down than before, legs shoved all the way back until Dennis's knees framed his own face, ass tilted up so high the cheeks spread naturally, hole exposed and twitching in the open air. This angle let Kota's dick extend deeply into that greedy heat with every thrust, the thick head perfectly lined up to hammer the G-spot on every single stroke without mercy.
Dennis's eyes widened in shock and delight, tiny cocklet already twitching hard against his own stomach as Kota lined up and slammed in deep once, balls-deep in a single brutal thrust that made the bed creak and Dennis's back arch off the cum-soaked sheets.
Dennis moaned out loud, high and broken, his tiny cock twitching violently as the deep stretch hit him all at once.
Kota started fucking, steady, relentless, in and out with perfect G-spot hits only, the fat head grinding and bullying that swollen spot on every downstroke while his hips snapped forward hard enough to make those planetary cheeks clap loud and wet against his pelvis. The sounds filled the bedroom: wet slaps of flesh, Dennis's desperate whimpers turning into full moans, the squelch of cum and lube being forced out around Kota's thrusting cock. He fucked Dennis to the point the younger boy started crying, real tears streaming down his freckled cheeks, body shaking violently under the mating press, legs trembling in Kota's iron grip.
"Please—Master—more—fuck—I'll be a good boy—I swear—I'll call you anything—just don't stop—ahh—please cum—make me your cum toilet—fill me up—use me—breed me—please—!"
Kota kept thrusting and thrusting, hips blurring, the angle letting him spear that G-spot over and over until Dennis was a sobbing, begging mess beneath him, tiny cocklet spurting weak ropes onto his own chest without being touched.
At the absolute last second, right as his own balls drew up tight, Kota pulled out with a wet pop and grabbed Grayson's head, still kneeling obediently beside the bed, and shoved the thick cock straight into the curly-haired boy's waiting mouth. He deposited the final load deep down Grayson's throat, pulsing thick ropes that the good boy swallowed greedily, eyes fluttering in bliss while his tongue worked to milk every drop.
Dennis cried out in pure despair. "NOOOOO MY CUMM!" He rushed forward on his knees, face still streaked with tears, and crashed into Grayson, kissing him desperately and sucking on his mouth to extract every last trace of the stolen load. When he couldn't get more than a faint taste, he pulled back, eyes wide and pleading, voice cracking. "One more time—please—Master—I'll be good—I swear—just one more—"
Kota shook his head firmly, cock still twitching as he tucked it away. "No. You were bad. Really bad. Only good boys get cum."
Dennis whined loud and long, crawling forward to grind his leaking hole against Kota's thigh in desperate circles, ass cheeks jiggling as he tried to tempt one last load. But Kota pushed him off with a steady hand, the motion final and unyielding. Dennis collapsed back onto the cum-soaked sheets, still whimpering and grinding against nothing, body trembling with denied need.
Kota turned to Grayson, voice steady. "Show Dennis how to be a good boy."
Grayson's eyes lit up instantly, a wicked grin spreading across his freckled face as he pounced on Dennis without hesitation. Dennis screamed "NOOOOO!" as Grayson's weight pinned him down, curly ginger hair falling across both their faces while the room filled with the sounds of fresh struggle and desperate moans.
Kota didn't stay to watch. He wore his clothes—jeans first, then the black hoodie, socks and sneakers last—every motion deliberate and slow, the fabric feeling rough against his sweat-slick skin after everything. He stepped out of the bedroom and headed downstairs to the living room, the mansion's grand staircase creaking softly under his feet as the chaos faded behind him.