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Jack was cooking dinner, always excited to treat his men on a night off, when he heard his phone ding. He wiped his hands on the towel he’d thrown over his shoulder before reaching for his phone.
Michael: You’re dealing with the boy when we get home.
“Shit,” Jack mumbled to himself. Dennis had been so good recently. He hadn’t been snapping at people, hadn’t been too bratty with them at home, but Robby’s text told him a switch had flipped today.
Jack: That bad?
Michael: Don’t get me started. He’s packing up right now, he’s all yours after dinner.
Jack: Okay. Love you, Mikey.
Michael: Love you too, be home soon.
Jack was wracking his brain for what Dennis could’ve done. He thought they’d moved past this, especially after the phone call incident.
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Dennis and Robby arrived home to freshly made dinner and Jack waiting for them at the table.
Robby walked over to Jack first, leaning down to kiss the top of his head, “Thanks for dinner,” he murmured.
“Any time, Mikey,” Jack said looking up at his husband. “Where’d Dennis go?” Jack asked when he noticed Dennis hadn’t come into the dining room yet.
“Fuck if I know,” Robby sighed as he sat down next to Jack. “Probably went to the bathroom.” At that, they heard the tell-tale sound of the shower turning on down the hall, confirming Robby’s suspicions.
“What exactly did he do today?”
Robby rubbed a hand over his face before speaking, “What didn’t he do? Got snarky with Santos, like genuinely rude to her. She looked so taken aback. He was snippy with Dana when she told him to get going on discharges. Don’t even get me started on the shit he pulled with me.”
“Jesus, brother,” Jack said, letting out a low sigh.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He ignored me every time I tried talking to him earlier. Santos and Dana pulled me aside about him. Even Victoria seemed concerned.”
“Well, he’s not your problem anymore. Let’s eat, I’ll sort him out soon.”
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When Dennis finished showering, he walked out into the bedroom to find Jack and Robby both sitting on their bed with their backs against the headboard, pillows supporting them from behind. Robby had his glasses on and seemed completely engrossed in whatever medical journal he was currently working through. Jack on the other hand…
“Hey, Den, how was your shift?” Jack said as Dennis walked out of the bathroom, his tone unreadable.
“It was fine?” Dennis replied, hesitant. “Am I missing something here?”
“I don’t know, you tell me. Because you’re telling me your shift was fine, but your Daddy told me something a little different,” Jack said, tilting his head in that condescending, inquisitive way of his.
Dennis froze.
Jack, of course, noticed. “Come over here, Dennis.”
“No,” Dennis countered from where he was standing a few feet away from the foot of the bed,
“Dennis,” Jack said, tone warning, “Don’t play these games with me. You know better.”
“I didn’t do anything,” Dennis’ tone was almost petulant.
“If you didn’t do anything, then you have no reason not to come over here,” Jack countered.
“Don’t wanna.”
“Dennis. Get over here, I’m not asking again,” Jack said firmly, Dennis could tell he was becoming frustrated.
“Fine,” Dennis mumbled as he walked over to Jack’s side of the bed, wringing his hands.
“Kneel,” Jack ordered.
Dennis, to his credit, dropped to his knees without a fight.
“Look at me, pup.” The use of 'pup' told Dennis everything he needed to know, he was about to get much more than a stern talking to.
Dennis lifted his chin to face Jack, his expression was still one of annoyance and petulance, but Jack could work with that.
Jack sat up from his spot against the headboard and turned to face Dennis. “You get one chance to apologize, Den,” Jack said firmly, grabbing hold of the boy’s chin as he spoke.
“Don’t have anything to apologize for,” Dennis said, challenging. He was looking right at Jack, pushing the boundaries, seeing what he could get away with.
Jack sighed, rolling his neck and setting his shoulders. “Nothing? So, Daddy texted me before you came home telling me I had to deal with you for what? Shits and giggles?”
Dennis shrugged, still not willing to submit.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, pup. You’re going over my knee, because clearly I’ve been too soft with you lately if you think being a brat at work is acceptable. Then I’m going to make you ride me, and if you’re good, if you apologize¸ I’ll consider letting you come. Now, go get your paddle for me and undress.”
Dennis didn’t move at first, still set on challenging Jack’s authority.
Then, Robby spoke up, “I’d suggest you start listening to Sir, Den.”
Dennis’ head jerked up at Robby’s words, he’d almost forgotten the other man was in the room. He hadn’t even looked up from the journal he was reading to speak.
Robby turned slightly and glanced at Dennis over the rim of his glasses, “I mean it, baby, he’s only going to get meaner the longer you wait.” And then he was back to his journal, so infuriatingly casual about this entire ordeal.
Fear set in across Dennis’ face, the realization that he had majorly fucked up beginning to weigh on him. He scrambled to his feet and rushed over to the chest at the foot of their bed, the one that contained all their toys and tools.
Dennis found the paddle quickly and brought it over to Jack before he began stripping.
“So obedient for Daddy, hm? Too bad he’s not in charge tonight, pup,” Jack mused as he watched Dennis pull his shirt over his head with shaky hands.
Once Dennis was fully undressed, Jack moved to sit against the headboard again. “Come here, pup, across my lap. You can put your head in Daddy’s lap if you’d like.”
Dennis swayed where he stood for a bit until Jack cleared his throat, clearly growing impatient with Dennis’ avoidance. He whispered a quiet, “Sorry,” as he moved to lay across Jack’s lap, ass up across Jack’s thighs and head nestled on Robby’s.
“That’s more like it, pup,” Jack said as he began softly kneading Dennis’ rear, petting over his lower body gently, an almost cruel softness contrasting what was to come. “You’ll get five from my hand to start and then fifteen with the paddle. Count them for me or I’ll start over. Got it?”
Robby felt Dennis nod against his stomach. “Use your words for Sir, Dennis. You know better,” Robby said, still not looking up from the journal in his hands.
Dennis let out a high-pitched whine before lifting his head, “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Listening to Daddy so well now that I'm in charge, huh? You wouldn't be here if you had been this good for him earlier,” Jack said, voice laced with faux sympathy.
Dennis whined again, shoving his face further into the plush of Robby’s stomach. Robby brought one hand away from his journal to pet at the nape of Dennis’ neck in consolation. “Be good for Sir, Den, he’s going to start now.”
Jack gave Dennis one last gentle caress across his lower back before his hand was coming down hard on his ass.
Dennis jerked at the first impact, not quite prepared for it. Through the initial shock he managed to remember that Jack had given him directions, “O-one, Sir, thank you.”
“Aw, look at that Mikey, he's thanking me. Didn't even have to ask for it,” Jack cooed.
Robby hummed in agreement but didn't pay them much mind, this was a Jack and Dennis activity, he much preferred what came after.
“F-five. Thank you, Sir,” Dennis said, slightly breathless already.
“Okay, pup, now it's time for the paddle,” Jack said after landing the last spank with his hand.
“No, don't want it,” Dennis whined as he once again shoved his face into Robby’s tummy.
“Don't be a brat, Dennis,” Jack scolded. “This behavior is exactly why we have to do this, pup.”
“Not fair, it hurts!”
“It has to hurt, Dennis, you won't learn otherwise,” Jack said, clearly exasperated.
He let out another high pitched whine as he attempted to burrow his face beneath the hem of Robby’s shirt. “Daddy, make him stop.”
Robby sighed as he put his journal to the side for a moment and pulled Dennis back enough to turn his face up, “Denny, you know better than this. Sir’s trying to take care of you, and Daddy wants you to let him. You're okay, just listen to him.”
Dennis was staring up at him with watery eyes and an absolutely criminal pout on his lips.
“Den, what's your color, baby?” Robby asked, softer this time, more serious.
“Green. I'm green, Daddy,” Dennis responded quietly.
“Okay, good, good boy,” Robby said, giving his boy a soft smile. “In that case, I'm going back to my reading, and I expect you to listen to Sir.”
Dennis nodded at Robby before glancing back at Jack, “We- we can keep going, Sir. I'm sorry.”
“Thank you for apologizing, pup,” Jack said as he rubbed Dennis’ sore ass. “Fifteen with the paddle, remember? I want you to count just like last time.”
“Yes, Sir. I will, I promise, I'll be good,” Dennis replied, finally beginning to behave for Jack.
Jack smiled at that as he raised the paddle to deliver the first spank.
Dennis jolted—he could never prepare himself for the first one—and he let out a breathless, “One, Sir, thank you.”
After five, Jack had to pin Dennis’ free arm to his back to minimize his squirming.
After ten, Robby began to feel the tears and snot that were starting to stain the hem of his shirt.
“Last one, pup, stay still for me,” Jack warned. He didn't miss the hitch in his boy's breath, but to his delight he did see Dennis’ shoulders sag slightly. “Good boy.”
The paddle came down strong, right on Dennis’ sit spot, pulling a high-pitched whine from the boy. “Fif-fifteen, Sir. Thank you.”
“Good job, Den,” Jack praised, petting gently over Dennis’ sore ass. “Time to get up, we're not done yet.”
Dennis whined but managed to push himself up and off of Robby and get his legs under him again. He got on his knees in between the two men when he noticed the wet patch on Robby's shirt. “Oh my god, Daddy, I'm so sorry I didn't real-”
Robby jerked his head up when he heard his title and rushed to cut off Dennis’ frantic apology, “Denny, baby, calm down, it's okay. Daddy’s not upset. I'll change before bed; it's just a t-shirt.”
Jack has reached over to rub Dennis’ back soothingly, he knew how heightened Dennis’ emotions could become during a scene like this. “Good job for saying ‘sorry’ Dennis, but Daddy’s not mad, you didn’t do anything wrong with his shirt, honey.”
The reassurance from both of his doms seemed to placate him well enough as he turned to face Jack fully. “O-okay,” he said shakily as he tried to wipe the dried tears from his face.
“Come here, pup,” Jack said, reaching his hands out to bring the boy closer.
Dennis managed to settle in between Jack’s spread legs, kneeling with his hands on his thighs.
“You’re going to ride me now, okay?” Jack asked.
“Okay,” Dennis said, nodding more to himself than to Jack. “Can I help undress you, Sir?” Dennis asked, so sweet for Jack after his spanking.
Jack smiled, he loved how soft his boy got after discipline. “Yeah, pup, go ahead.”
Dennis reached for the hem of Jack’s shorts and worked them down, folding them neatly and leaving them on the corner of the bed.
Once Jack was fully undressed, he gestured for Dennis to straddle him. “You ready, baby? If you’re good, Sir will come inside you and let you come too.”
Dennis nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than to be good for his Sir now. He grabbed the lube from Jack’s bedside table and slicked Jack’s cock up, now hard and leaking precum.
“Go ahead, baby, sit on my cock,” Jack ordered. “You still want to be good for me, yeah?”
Dennis notched Jack’s cock with his entrance and began to slowly sink down, the stretch aching.
Dennis tried to take a few moments to adjust to the feeling of Jack’s cock in his cunt, but that only earned him a slap to his already red and bruised ass and a sharp, “I told you to ride me not warm me, pup.”
Dennis whimpered as he placed his hands on Jack’s shoulders for leverage and began riding his cock. His ass was sore and the sting of Jack’s thighs hitting it every time he bottomed out had him whining and writhing in Jack’s lap. The movement of his hips sloppy at best.
Jack grabbed Dennis’ ass cheeks harshly, holding him in place fully seated on his cock, “You can do better than this, puppy,” Jack’s voice laced with condescension.
“I'm trying, Sir,” Dennis said shakily, “it hurts.”
“I don't care if it hurts, pup, if you want your reward you need to make Sir feel good.”
Dennis sucked in a breath and readjusted his knees before rolling his hips with more purpose, more skill, and pushing himself up Jack’s cock.
“Yeah-fuck- just like that, pup,” Jack groaned. “Fuck you're so tight for me, feels so fucking good.”
The praise reinvigorated Dennis, the movement of his hips pulling moans from his Sir, reassurance he was doing well.
“Sir- sir I'm-fuck- I'm close,” Dennis whined as he once again bottomed out, sore ass rubbing against Jack’s thighs.
“Don't you dare come before I say you can, pup, or your ass is going over my lap again,” Jack warned, grabbing fistfuls of Dennis’ rear and digging his fingers in. “You can hold it, you can be good for me, can't you?”
“Yes, Sir, sorry Sir,” Dennis apologized, “I'll be good.”
“You better,” Jack said, letting go of Dennis and letting his boy get back to work.
“Just like that, pup, keep going, I'm close,” Jack said, voice strained from his impending orgasm. “You want my cum, baby? Want Sir to fill you up? Make a mess of this sloppy cunt?”
“Yes! Please Sir please, I'll be good, please, want it,” Dennis begged. His body was coated in a sheen of sweat from riding Jack, his cunt soaking Jack’s cock from being so close for so long.
“Yeah? Do you think you've been good enough? Did you earn it?” Jack asked, quirking an eyebrow at Dennis.
“Yes, Sir, I've been good, please-,” Dennis was practically incoherent.
“There he is, my good boy, you're so good for me, pup,” Jack praised. “Gonna fill you up-fuck- gonna make you mine, baby,” Jack said with a groan, grabbing Dennis’ ass one last time and pulling him flush with his hips, releasing deep inside his boy’s cunt.
Dennis slumped forward, head pillowed on Jack’s chest, enjoying the warmth of Jack’s cum inside him and the fullness of his cock.
Jack brought a hand up to rub at Dennis’ back, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. “Hey, Den, baby.”
“Hmm?” was all Jack got in response, but it was enough for now.
Jack dipped his head down to speak directly into Dennis’ ear, “You still want to come? You've been so good for Sir, I think you earned it,” Jack said.
Dennis pushed himself up to look at Jack, “I did? Was good?”
“So good baby,” Jack assured. “In fact,” Jack continued, a teasing lilt to his voice, “I think you deserve a reward, and Daddy hasn't had dessert yet. Isn’t that right, Mikey?” Jack turned to his husband.
Robby looked up from his journal and sighed, taking off his readers. “I thought I said he was all yours tonight?” he said as he moved to place his glasses and journal on his nightstand.
“We both know you want it,” Jack said as Robby moved to lay down flat on his back.
Dennis’ eyes lit up when he realized what was happening, looking between Jack and Robby.
“Go on, pup, give Daddy a treat, he deserves it after the day you put him through,” Jack said, moving to lift Dennis off his softened cock.
“Really?” Dennis asked, still in disbelief.
“Really, baby, come over here,” Robby chimed in, hands reaching to grab Dennis’ thighs and settle his boy over his face.
Dennis scrambled over to Robby and straddled his face; Robby’s hands grabbed onto his still sore ass and pulled his cunt flush with his mouth. Robby always ate Dennis’ cunt like a starved man, like this was his last meal and he wanted it to count. He fucked his tongue deep into Dennis’ hole before pulling back to latch onto his cock and suck hard.
“Fuck- Daddy, feels so good,” Dennis whined, reaching out to Jack for stability.
Jack held Dennis’ right hand in his own, his grip firm and comforting. “Grab onto the headboard, Den,” Jack instructed gently. Dennis, now quick to obey, grabbed the headboard with his left hand, trying desperately to maintain his balance as Robby all but devoured his cunt.
Robby was in heaven. He loved the whimpers he’d pull from Dennis when he dug his fingers into his sore, bruised ass. He loved tasting Jack’s cum mixing with Dennis’ slick, his two favorite tastes all at once.
“Cl-close, Sir, I’m getting close,” Dennis said to Jack as he felt Robby’s tongue reaching deep inside his cunt, licking at the last remnants of Jack’s cum inside Dennis. “Please can I come? Can I come for Daddy?” he was begging now. His thighs were shaking and he was practically white knuckling Jack’s hand and the headboard.
“Yeah? You want to give Daddy his treat?” Jack teased, reveling in how undone Dennis was becoming.
Robby moved to latch onto Dennis’ cock one last time, rolling it over his tongue and sucking deep and hard. “Fuck- please Sir, please,” Dennis begged, teetering on the edge of release.
Jack gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before speaking, “Go ahead, pup. Be a good boy and give Daddy what he wants.”
Dennis just about shattered. He came hard, gushing into Robby’s mouth and onto his beard. Robby sucked Dennis’ little cock as he rode out his orgasm, fingers still digging into his ass to hold him in place. Robby only stopped when he heard a whimpered, “Too- too much, Daddy,” from above him.
Robby let go of Dennis and tapped his thigh gently to signal he could get off. He ended up on his back, next to Jack who was petting softly through his curls.
When Robby pushed himself back into a seated position against the headboard, Dennis reached over to palm at Robby’s crotch. His eyes were big and soft as he looked up at Robby, “Wanna make you feel good too, Daddy.”
Robby smiled at that, his soft, genuine smile that left his crow’s feet crinkling. “Sweet boy,” he said as he grasped Dennis’ hand in his own. “Not tonight, baby.”
Dennis whined, “Please?”
“Daddy can’t tonight,” Robby replied gently, hoping Dennis would understand even in his floaty state. “You made me feel good in other ways already,” he said as he brought Dennis’ hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “Daddy’s going to go get things to clean you and Jack up, okay?”
Dennis rolled over to cuddle against Jack as Robby stood up and headed to the bathroom.
“Hey, Den, you with me?” Jack asked, fingers scratching at the nape of his boy’s neck.
“Yeah?” Dennis said, shifting slightly to be able to look at Jack.
“Did something happen this morning?” Jack asked gently.
“Mmm, not really. Just, been feeling off. You haven’t really gotten rough with me since the last time my parents called and…” Dennis trailed off, biting his lip anxiously.
“And? C’mon, baby, tell me,” Jack encouraged.
“Just… I like when you’re rough. Robby’s all soft and gentle and it’s great I love it, but I like it when you get harder with, I dunno, everything. Keeps me from getting lost in my head,” Dennis explained.
“Shit, I’m sorry mouse. Didn’t realize how bad you needed it,” Jack apologized, wrapping both arms around Dennis and pulling him close to his chest. Jack dropped tender kisses on Dennis’ shoulder before continuing, “We can do this more, if that’s what you want?”
“Yeah, maybe,” Dennis said with a yawn. “Talk later, though.”
“Of course, baby,” Jack reassured.
Robby walked back in with warm, damp washcloths, water bottles, a towel, and a container of food. “Hey, you two,” Robby said fondly as he approached his husband and boyfriend who were currently cuddled close to one another. “Think you can unlatch from each other long enough for me to wipe you down?”
Dennis whined slightly but moved to be flat next to Jack. Robby wiped between their legs with care, slow and gentle and methodical. This was truly his favorite part, letting his boys get rough and messy and being there to put them back together at the end.
He had Dennis roll over so he could massage lotion into his sore bruises, leaving kisses all along his back as he did so.
“Den, need you to get your legs working long enough to use the bathroom for me,” Robby said gently, hand rubbing soothing circles into his thigh.
Dennis grumbled in annoyance but rolled out of bed and into the ensuite bathroom.
Robby chuckled, throwing a quick, “Good job, baby,” at Dennis as he walked away from the bed.
Robby got in bed next to Jack, claiming what had become his spot at the center of the bed—Dennis liked being held by him and Jack liked to hold him. And Robby would be lying if he said he didn’t appreciate the constant reminders of both of them being there, with him, near him, on him.
Jack pulled Robby into his arms, settling him against his chest. “Remind me to talk to Dennis tomorrow about doing this more often,” Jack said into Robby’s neck.
“Yeah? He ask for it?” Robby questioned.
“Something like that. Said he likes when you’re soft, but I’ve been too soft.”
“Hmm, as long as I still get cuddles,” Robby teased.
“Wouldn’t give you anything less, Mikey,” Jack said before pressing a kiss to Robby’s shoulder.
“Spooning without me? How dare you two,” Dennis said, voice playful as he walked out of the bathroom.
“This barely constitutes spooning, we’re not even laying down,” Jack said.
“Just get over here, Den,” Robby said, arms open for him.
Dennis settled into his place against Robby’s chest, snuggled close and content. “Sorry about today. Should’ve just talked to you,” he whispered softly.
Robby leaned down to kiss Dennis’ curls before speaking, “Thanks for the apology, I appreciate it. But we’re all good now, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Dennis said, kissing Robby’s wrist that was settled on his chest.
“You didn’t eat dinner so I brought some in for you, think you can have some before we all crash?” Robby asked gently, he knew Dennis liked to just float until he fell asleep after a scene, but Robby couldn’t have him going to bed like this on an empty stomach.
“Yeah, can have a little bit, I think,” Dennis mumbled back, moving to sit up.
“Thank you,” Robby said gently, voice filled with fondness.
After Dennis ate, they all went to the bathroom to finish getting ready for the night, before heading back to bed and settled in to sleep. Robby in the middle, once again, Jack’s arm over his waist and a hand against his heart, and Robby’s arms around Dennis.