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If Jordan wasn’t already deep in subspace, that finished him off. He spreads his legs so he can brace his knees on the bed on either side of me and arch his back.

I hear a slap. “More,” Leo says.

“Oooh, looks like your Daddy’s in a mood tonight,” I tell Jordan.

“Damn right I am,” Leo says. Jordan’s trying to hump against me but I hear another slap and he falls still. “Did I ask you to do that, slut?”

“No, Daddy,” Jordan desperately whines.

“Now I see why Mister President keeps you locked up. You’d be humping anything that moves if he didn’t.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy!”

“You’re gonna be sorry, all right.” I peek around Jordan and barely manage to hold back my laughter because Leo looks like he’s about to lose it himself. He can’t help it—Jordan’s absolutely adorable when his brain’s turned off and Leo’s default Daddy reaction usually is laughter.

Because the boy’s just that fucking cute.

But loving laughter isn’t what the slut wants or needs. I wrench Jordan’s head back even more, so I can bite and suck a mark at the base of his throat, where his collar and tie will hide it. “Now you see what I have to deal with,” I tell Leo. I shove three fingers from my other hand into Jordan’s mouth and he eagerly sucks them. “At least he knows what he’s supposed to be used for. If something’s in his ass, he fucks it. If something’s in his mouth, he sucks it.”

“True. You were right about keeping him locked up, I guess. If he can’t play with his cock he’s eager to be put to good use.” Leo withdraws his fingers from Jordan’s ass, adds more lube, and works him up to three fingers. That makes Jordan moan around my fingers in his mouth and I feel him struggling not to start humping again.

“Of course I was right. I know what our slut needs.” I gently shake his head. “Don’t I?”

“Yeth, Mithter Pwethident.”

When Leo presses his lips together and his body shakes from the laughter he’s trying to hold back, that nearly sends me into a giggle fit. I drop into full asshole mode in an attempt not to break character. “You should see the way he fucks the toys. I can’t wait to DP his ass over my desk in the Oval.”

“Bet that’s hot,” Leo manages, still smiling.

“Yeah, it is.” I focus on Jordan’s gaze, more green tonight and beautifullygone. “He’s done a good job learning how to milk one out of himself. Might be able to get him pierced so we can lock him up and not worry about needing a cage. One of those, what are they, Prince Albert and —”

“And a scrotal piercing, yeah. So we can lock them together.”

Jordan moans, his eyes dropping closed. No, we’re not going to do that to the boy. We enjoy playing with him too much.

But we also know he loves the fantasy of it.

“Exactly. He’ll have to sit down to pee, though,” I note.

“Well,yeah,” Leo says. “That’s sort of thepoint. If he’s getting that good at coming from being fucked he doesn’t need to stroke his cock anymore. Might as well make it permanent.”

On either side of my head, where Jordan’s hands are braced, he fists the covers and moans again around my fingers in his mouth.

Leo finally pulls his fingers free and wipes his hands. He’s fully erect and plants a hand between Jordan’s shoulders, pinning him between us as he grabs his cock with his other one. “Time to breed you. I know you’re not happy unless you’re sloppy and have us dripping down your legs.”

Maybe Leo has a stronger stomach for the sexual humiliation than I first thought he did.

Jordan’s moan turns into a sexy, strangled cry as Leo slams his cock home inside him. I pull my fingers from Jordan’s mouth and drag him back in for a kiss, fucking his mouth with my tongue.

“Hold on,” Leo says. He grabs Jordan and rolls with him, to my left, on their sides with Jordan now facing me. “I want to last a little while.”

I roll to face them and grab Jordan’s left leg by the knee, shoving it up so Leo can really get in there. “How’s that?”

“Better.” He bites down on Jordan’s left shoulder and sucks hard, making Jordan’s eyes drop closed as he tries to move with Leo.

Somewhere in here my own cock has found a few ounces of energy and has chubbed up quite nicely. “Lucky for you I’m too tired to fuck you,” I tell Jordan. “Otherwise, we might both be stretching that little pussy of yours tonight. You’re going to fucking love that, aren’t you? Both of us breeding you and marking what’s ours.”

“Yes!” he gasps. “Please, Mister President!”