Son of an American Housewife Part 14
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Franklin had stood up to Oliver and saved Cooper from Oliver's sadistic grasp. But more than just stand up to him, Franklin had taught Oliver a valuable lesson in the process. The details of which kept playing over and over in Cooper's mind.
A Franklin continued to roughly force himself inside Oliver's hole, Oliver had finally gone quiet and limp, resigned to his fate. But in his own moment of triumph over his tormentor, Cooper had grasped Oliver's chin and held his face up so that he could look Oliver in the eye. Cooper quietly said, "look at me." At this, Oliver's eye grew wide, staring directly into Cooper's with shock.
What Cooper saw in Oliver's eyes surprised him. Gone was the cocky ego maniac that Cooper knew. No trace of the controlling sexual sadist that had used and abused Cooper for his own pleasure. Oliver had gleefully forced himself onto Cooper more times than either could count. Oliver had forced Cooper to bend over for how many strange men? How many men had fucked Cooper those nights in hotel rooms while Cooper was unconscious or barely conscious. Cooper had to admit that he had enjoyed some of it before Oliver had gone from aggressive to cruel.
That Oliver was gone now. A different Oliver had taken his place. The eyes that looked back up at him showed fear and pain for sure. Betrayal was in there also. But more than anything, this Oliver looked confused. Confused at what was happening maybe a little, but Cooper sensed that Oliver was also confused over what he was feeling. As Franklin, his hands stilled grasping Cooper's for leverage, slammed harder and harder into Oliver, Cooper could sense that Oliver was getting a flash of pleasure from this. A mix of pleasure and pain was something Cooper had grown all too familiar with. Maybe that is why he could see it in Oliver.
Franklin had stamina. He had already been fucking Oliver twice as long as Oliver had ever last fucking Cooper. Cooper, had been pretty quiet during the whole thing, got a smirk on his face, kind of like the one Oliver usually had. "Flip him over." Franklin looked a little confused, but he didn't miss a stroke. "You want me to let him go?" Franklin said without emotion. There was no judgment in his voice. Just a question to be answered. "No," Cooper said quietly. "Just put him on his back."
Franklin slowed his stroke to a stop before slowly pulling his large cock out of Oliver. Oliver, who had gone quiet some time earlier let out an audible grunt as his seemingly ruined asshole temporarily felt empty. But while Cooper expected Oliver to struggle to get away, he didn't. Franklin gently grabbed Oliver's arm and leg and maneuvered Oliver onto his back. Oliver didn't resist at all. As Oliver now lay on his back, Oliver and Franklin could see Oliver was fully erect with precum having oozed copiously onto his belly. Cooper grabbed Oliver's wrists. Not that there was need to do so. Oliver made no effort to resist. Oliver did try to look away, but Cooper once again shouted, "Look at me!".
Oliver did as instructed. Cooper smiled into Oliver's dumb-founded face as he mocked him, "See Franklin! Look at his dick! He likes it!" Franklin didn't respond right away. Instead, Cooper watched Oliver's face contort in pain once more as let out a gasp of pain as Franklin once more slid his thick cock all the way inside Oliver. Only once Franklin had resumed his thrusts did he say, without any emotion, "It could be that he likes it. Or it could be an automatic response to stimulation of his prostate."
Cooper didn't really hear this response. But almost as if Oliver's body was responding to this information, Oliver's face contorted again, but this time it was with pleasure and pain. Oliver only managed a groan as his cock erupted long ropes of jizz. The first two shots struck Oliver's own face, with the remaining orgasm landing thick cum on his hairless chest and belly. Cooper laughed in surprise as he watched Oliver cum. As much as his revenge pleased him, Cooper would be laying if he said he wasn't also turned on by the site of Oliver cumming without the use of his hands.
Franklin acted as if he didn't even notice Oliver had cum. His strokes continued unchanged. As Franklin roughly rammed his cock as deep as he could in Oliver's hole, Oliver began wincing more with each stroke. Apparently, the enhanced post-cum sensation made the rough pounding even more painful for Oliver. But Oliver didn't beg to be let go anymore. He just took it. Cooper watched these painful winces for a little while longer, a part of him relishing his revenge. But then he found himself wanting to see Oliver suffer one more humiliation.
"I want you to fill him up, Franklin. Cum in his guts!" Cooper said with glee. Oliver again tried to look away, and again Cooper grabbed Oliver's face and held it in direct eye contact. Franklin, who apparently had total control over when he could cum and had simply been awaiting Cooper's instructions, immediately quickened his pace. This caused Oliver to wince even more and even make a small quiet grunting sound. But it would be short lived. Within 30 seconds of this quicker pace, Franklin made a quiet grunting sound of his own as he pushed as hard as he could into Oliver, filling Oliver's guts with his seed. Franklin held himself in place so that as much of himself as possible could be deposited inside Oliver. After nearly a minutes of cumming and recovery, Cooper had a thought. One more humiliation.
Come up here and let him clean you off. Franklin was confused for a moment, but then, recalling a similar seen in one of the countless pornographic videos he had viewed, slowly withdrew his cock from Oliver. Franklin's cock was long enough and had been pushed in deep enough that not a drop of his semen leaked out when Oliver's now completely ruined hole was finally vacated. Oliver grunted a sign of relief at the release of pressure, but this was short lived, as Franklin quickly scooted up, straddling Oliver's chest and pushing his plus sized cock into Oliver's mouth.
Oliver finally attempted to resist, but only a half-hearted moment or so before once again relenting to the powerful boy straddling him and began to gently suck Franklin's huge boner. As Oliver's mouth filled with the taste of lube, Franklin's cum, and his own asshole, Cooper looked gleefully down into his eyes once more and said, "You are OURS now. Do you understand?"
Perhaps prompted by the absence of a quick response, Franklin slid his fat dick deep into Oliver's helpless throat, causing the boy to gag hard and tears to well in his eyes. Cooper asked the question again. Through teary eyes, Oliver looked back up into Cooper's face and grunted around the massive cock in his throat, "mmmhhhmmm".