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“Dinner ready yet, wife? I’m getting hungry,” Toji called.
He was reclined on the couch dressed in his usual sweatsuit, flicking the ash from his cigarette in the tray that was haphazardly propped up on the arm. He made sure to sound annoyed, even as a smirk tugged on the corner of his scarred lips.
He heard dishes clattering from the kitchen, like the kid was moving around quickly, but Naoya didn’t respond.
Toji took another drag of his cigarette, his cock stirring in his pants. “You know you gotta answer me, right slut?”
More clattering. “S-sorry, cousin.”
“Pfft.”
Toji pressed the butt of his smoke in the ashtray and rose, his cock throbbing something terrible, walking toward the noise.
It smelled delicious, he’d give Naoya that. Somehow the brat could cook if he really tried, which he knew with how the clan was set up, absolutely never happened.
Somehow that made it all the tastier.
Naoya turned to look at him, his eyes widening just slightly as he paused, gaze sweeping over his cousin’s muscular body. When they fell to the tent in Toji’s pants, he swallowed, realizing he must have fucked up.
But of course he did. There wasn’t actually any way to please him. That was the reason Toji stuck him in one of his ex-wife’s dresses, shoved a dildo up the boy’s ass and bought a stupid little cock cage off the internet, laughing as he put it on him.
Years after he left the clan, Toji heard his apartment buzzer ringing one night, and was surprised to find the kid that always followed him around, such an arrogant little twerp, had grown up. But showing up like that, his hair dyed, piercings in his ear, that pitiful look on his face finally seeing him again, Toji hadn’t bothered asking why he came. It was obvious he wanted to suck cock. Right?
So he did what any great, wonderful cousin would do and forced him in one of the dresses tucked away in the back of his formerly shared closet. Shoved the kid to his knees, and made Naoya pleasure him til tears ran down his cheeks, and his pathetic cock twitched any time he called his throat a cunt.
After he was done, Naoya kept coming back to visit.
Truth was, he loved every minute.
“What’d you call me?” Toji asked, leaning against the frame of the doorway.
Naoya only stared at him in anticipation.
Pathetic.
“Cousin? I told you to call me ‘husband’,” Toji reprimanded, closing the distance between them in a few short steps. He grabbed the kid by his throat to lift his chin and force eye contact between them. “So, I’ll ask again. When will my dinner be ready, wife?”
Naoya’s eyes narrowed, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks.
“I don’t know! Get off me,” he spat. But the fire he was bringing didn’t match the trembling of his body one bit.
Toji released the hold, letting his hand trail down the curve of his neck, slipping one of the dress straps off his shoulders until a peaked nipple revealed itself to him. He pinched it lightly, watching Naoya try his best not to react to the touch.
“You wanna be punished that bad? Need me to teach you how to address me with respect?” Toji asked, lowering his head so they were nearly eye level. “Bored with that thing stuffed in your cunt already? Need something else up there?”
Naoya’s blush deepened. “No.”
“Liar,” Toji chuckled, reaching his hand around and slapping his ass, making him jolt. “Beg for my cock. Beg properly and I’ll give you what you want.”
“I don’t—“
“On your knees,” Toji interrupted, grabbing the back of his dress and shoving him down. One hand gripping onto Naoya firmly to hold him there, his other fumbled with his sweatpants, pushing them down and taking out his cock. He jerked it a few times, then slapped it over Naoya’s tightly closed lips. “Open. Open the fuck up.”
Naoya squirmed, moving his head to the side as best he could, but he wasn’t able to wriggle out of Toji’s grip. Cock pressed against Naoya’s mouth, Toji pinched his nose shut, counting the seconds until he was forced to open his mouth for air.
Naoya choked, taking Toji’s cock into his throat from the very first stroke inside. He gagged, tears in his eyes as he shot his cousin a burning look.
And then he lurched, startled by warmth spilling down the back of his tongue.
“Fuck— that’s it. Drink up bitch,” Toji said hotly, cock twitching as he pissed in his mouth between slow, agonizing ruts into his throat. It was so hot and tight he was losing his mind, fingers digging into the kid’s dyed blonde hair. “I know your daddy did this to you all the time. That old drunk never bothered finding a real toilet. So don’t act so scandalized, I know he trained you well for this…”
Naoya squirmed, heels digging into the floor to try to pull himself backwards, and was only successful when his cousin was finished and he’d swallowed a good few mouthfuls. He fell backward, piss leaking from his bruise-red mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand, fighting a gag. “You’re disgusting.”
Toji laughed and grabbed his wrist, pulling him back onto his feet. He wrapped a thick arm around his shoulders, leading the kid out of the kitchen. “Mm, you’re right. I’m sorry, princess. A pretty girl like you should be treated much better.”
He sat back down on the couch, pushing his sweats to his knees and guiding Naoya onto his lap, back flush against Toji’s muscular abs. Spreading the kid’s legs to rest on either side of his thighs, he pulled up the dress, rubbing his hand slowly over the bulge hiding under his lacy pink panties, feeling his prick struggling to get free from the cage.
“Here, bend forward, let me help,” Toji cooed softly. He lifted the dress in the back so his ass was exposed too, then grabbed onto his panties and pulled the fabric to the side, revealing the bejeweled end of his butt plug. Naoya had been keeping it warm for hours now while he did Toji’s housework, and he was more than ready, his whole body sensitive and on edge. His head fell forward the moment his cousin grabbed onto the base and pulled, biting his lip to keep from making noise as the plug was dragged out of him.
Toji stared with dark eyes at how his hole puckered around the thing, tight as fuck, gripping onto the silicone for dear life. He licked his lips, stroking himself with his other hand until he pulled it free.
“You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you?” Toji asked, dropping the plug on the couch next to him. He grabbed the base of his dick and smacked it against Naoya’s ass, sinking the tip in and taking it back out, watching as it ate him up so greedily.
“…Yes,” Naoya said, squeezing his eyes shut in defeat, his ears bright red.
“You want my cock, wife?”
Slap, slap.
“Please.”
“Ask me properly.”
Naoya’s hands gripped hard onto Toji’s thighs and his head hung lower. “Fuck me…husband.”
Toji laughed, heat tugging at his groin. He couldn’t wait to fuck the boy stupid. It was too fun breaking him every time. He acted so full of himself until Toji got this dress on him, called his dick a ‘clit’ and stuffed it in a cage. Then he was only Toji’s. Belonged only to him, to satisfy his every need. Whatever he wanted, Naoya would do.
“Hmm. Good girl. You look gorgeous like this.”
Toji sank into him and groaned, watching his ass swallow his length whole. Naoya took him to the hilt and his cousin eased him back again, his ass clenching and pulsing tightly around the intrusion.
Toji’s rough hand grabbed onto his balls and cage, feeling it drool pre-cum. He pawed at it a few times then let go to grab onto his thighs. “Your cunt feels amazing, princess. Now be a good little wife and bounce on my cock. Make me come.”
Naoya released the breath he was holding, pausing for a moment before lifting himself up tentatively and rolling his hips back down.
He moaned despite himself, the rise and fall stimulating his already sensitive prostate. “I-I can’t—“
“Sure you can. You've been begging to be fucked like this for hours.”
Naoya let out a sob and continued, his legs shaking as he bounced himself up and down faster and faster. His untouched cock nub leaked terribly, dripping wetness down his balls.
He fucked himself like that for as long as he could manage, until his pace faltered and he whined, his feet digging into the couch and body trembling. He was close, but couldn’t get there.
“What—at your limit already?” Toji asked, arousal pumping hot through his veins. “Need to be put in your place, wife?”
“Please, please,” begged Naoya, tears falling from his eyes.
Toji smirked, slapping his thigh hard before lifting him off and shoving him to the side, face down on the couch with his ass in the air, hands gripping onto the cushions so hard his knuckles turned white.
Getting to his knees, Toji lifted the dress and pulled down Naoya’s underwear completely, both hands grabbing his ass and spreading his hole open. He spit into it, watching the wetness disappear in the reddened ring of muscle.
Then Toji shoved his cock inside, snapping his hips roughly, nearly making Naoya fall over from the force of it. He set a punishing pace, plunging his cock deep inside and bulging in the kid’s stomach.
“Fuck—daddy,” Naoya cried, burying his face in the pillows.
“Aww you like that, princess?” Toji asked.
“Daddy’s too rough,” the boy choked, his voice barely audible.
“Damn right I am,” Toji said, gripping onto his cousin’s hips and pounding into him relentlessly. “I gotta take what’s mine.”
Watching him regress like this made him too horny. He couldn’t help how rock hard he’d get every time Naoya cracked and uttered ‘daddy’ like his own long lost baby girl.
He sniffled into the pillow, whimpering and trembling fiercely until he started to lock up and Toji knew he was close.
“Your pussy is perfect baby girl, fits daddy like a glove. Milking me so good I’m seeing stars.” His grip tightened, bruising his hips and making sure he couldn’t escape.
“D-Daddy, please, I—“
Naoya seized up, babbling moans spilling from his lips as his little prick leaked cum. It dripped from the cage, making a mess as Toji fucked him hard from behind.
“Delicious, baby girl. So good for me,” he said, leaning forward so he could whisper in the kid’s ear. “Take it like the good girl you are. Take my cock…”
Naoya’s chest flushed red and his eyes rolled back, his cousin’s constant drilling against his prostate making him overstimulated and drunk. Taut and loose all at once, there was nothing left he could do but take it. Every damn inch.
Toji was so lost in the kid’s ass he was moaning out loud, his orgasm racing down his spine. He spilled his seed as deep as he could go, shoving Naoya’s limp body hard against the couch cushions.
And then he pulled out, swearing under his breath as his cum bubbled and leaked out of his thoroughly wrecked hole.
Naoya fell over, clutching the pillow to his chest as he endured the aftershocks and came back to the present, tears drying on his reddened face.
Toji pulled up his pants and lit a cigarette, resuming his relaxed position like nothing happened at all.
“Well?” he demanded, sucking smoke into his lungs. “Where the hell is my dinner?”