Patreon Compilation – Fic#226 – Shane/Mayor Lewis – coercion; blow job – Life Keeps Being Hard 4 (Patreon)

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Shane/Mayor Lewis – Shane just keeps having the worst luck imaginable and runs into Lewis who is arguably the worst option that could see him in his little get up right now.

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Shane nearly topples to the ground as Clint roughly shoves him out of the door. The dress is too damn long and he’s still wearing those stupid pumps, and his knees are weak from getting raw dicked like an animal. Not to mention he came harder than he has in weeks, head swimming and feeling thick after the whole experience.

“Sluts don’t get to sleep over.” Clint’s unimpressed voice floats through the fog in Shane’s head but the words don’t quite make sense at first since he is focused on not crumpling to the floor. Not that he could have done anything against it one way or the other. The door is long closed by the time he understands what had been said.

On some level he is aware that he should feel violated in some respect. He did get raped… he thinks. The fact that he kind of enjoyed it makes that difficult to comprehend. It had been kind of scary and his ass is aching something fierce after getting reamed raw by Clint’s unimpressive dick… but it doesn’t feel like rape.

He still is pissed and cold after the intense heat at Clint’s forge. He curls his arms about himself and starts carefully trudging his way back to the Joja Mart. He should probably report back to Morris that he… did… his job.

I’m just a common dirty whore now. The thought keeps echoing through his mind; especially when he realizes that Morris didn’t even wait up for him. He probably expects Shane to come make the report in the morning, too lazy to be inconvenienced by his personal slut.

Shane stands before the closed door for a few minutes, staring at himself in the reflection, head empty before a noise from the surrounding woods startles him out of his reverie. He should get going before someone sees him in this getup. Hell, Clint’s cum is slowly running down the insides of his thighs.

He has no idea what time it is; the thought that it’s early in the morning and the town could wake up at any second has Shane power walking over the bridge, trying to be as cautious but as fast as possible.

Still… His feet have a mind of their own, and thinking back on it some hours later, it feels like a part of him had been just hoping something would happen as he walked unnecessarily close past the mayor’s house.

His heart pumps fast even before he hears the door behind him open with a soft click.

“Emily, dear? What are you doing out this late, is everything alright?”

Shane’s tongue feels stupidly thick in his mouth. He can’t make a sound… just slowly turns around to face Lewis. He doesn’t know why he’s even still awake. Or maybe he’s already up? He is wearing his nightgown with a kind of sleeping cap on his hat, though his eyes look very much awake.

Lifting the lantern in his hand to get a better look at Shane, there are a lot of emotions playing over his face; from confusion to slow disgust as he realizes what it is that he is seeing.

And Shane can feel himself already getting an erection again. Fuck… he really is a nasty piece of shit, isn’t he? Getting off on the disgust of these men.

“Shane? What is the meaning of this getup?” He shakes his head immediately afterward and steps aside, his voice gone more steely as he jerks his head toward the open doorway. “Inside. Now.”

.oOo.

Shane just… tells Lewis everything. The words keep tumbling out as he stares at the ground, feeling like a schoolboy admitting to some kind of prank. He’s not surprised at all when Lewis grabs his chin and makes him look into the light to see his pupils. He feels like he’s on drugs; his brain is mushy and he is stupidly excited. There are still traces of Lewis’ aftershave wafting off of him and the smell gets Shane going even more for some reason.

“Disgusting. I would never have thought you’d become this degenerate,” Lewis mutters finally. He looks at Shane as if he was responsible for the whole situation; as if Morris didn’t force him into it.

Still, he nods along obediently, unable to deny the claim. He is a degenerate. He is a nasty whore that gets off on feeling how swollen his rim has gotten after getting raw dicked by Clint’s small dick.

He doesn’t even protest when the mayor tells him to get on his knees, his fingers rucking up the old time-y sleeping gown he’s wearing.

Shane stares at the old man cock. He’s never seen one – never anticipated to see one – but it gets him hot nonetheless. A cock is a cock is a cock and Shane finds that he is hungry for them all; even if they’re long and skinny and with a forest of gray, unkempt pubes at the base.

As he stares at it, it starts to lift more quickly, the tip pushing out of the loose, long overhang of foreskin but nowhere near close to completely nosing out of it.

“Since you are a slut, you won’t mind helping me out,” Lewis says with a low voice; almost crooning.

Shane just nods, slowly leaning forward, mouth opening and tongue sticking out. His brain is fuzzy and his rim is prickling and achy after he got reamed. He wants to get reamed again. He wants to get raw dogged until he can taste cock in the back of his throat.

“And you will be an obedient little slut at that, won’t you? I’ve been looking for one just like you for a few years now. We need to lift our standing with the Governor, you know. The Luau just doesn’t cut it when everybody throws in sub-par ingredients like they did last year.”

Shane nods again, he’s close enough to breathe against the Mayor’s cock, his words slowly revolving around his head. He doesn’t quite understand them… only that he does. There’s a certain kind of tone to being coerced. He’s come to find that out over his time with Morris, sucking him off in his office. Getting fucked like the cheap bitch he is so he wouldn’t lose his job.

The Mayor sounds a bit nicer, but the intent is still there loud and clear. Shane better do whatever the old goat says or else… he doesn’t know what. Probably Marnie. It’s easy to dangle that particular Damocles sword above his head.

Spread your legs or your aunt will be alerted. Get filled up by load after load or you’ll be out on the streets turning tricks and dying in the gutter in the city.

Something of the sort. He doesn’t care. He plays along, okay? He keeps his mouth nice and wide open so Lewis can grip him by the ears and thrust down into his throat like he wants to reach his dick down into Shane’s stomach. Shane can’t put his finger on exactly what it is that has changed, but he takes it in stride that he not only got found out by Lewis in his ridiculous Emily get-up but that he should get blackmailed by him as well.

It’s just his luck. It’s his rotten godawful luck that keeps his balls in the tightest crush grip known to man and him being fucked up enough to start loving it.

He can feel Lewis’ low hanging sac pressed against his chin and throat, his nose buried in his pubes while the old bastard keeps talking above; rasping between low groans of pleasure how he’s been pent up for a while now with Marnie not properly putting out. Shane doesn’t want to hear about that… only that he kind of does.

Maybe being a nasty slut runs in the family – though in that case his aunt would probably be all over Lewis’ dick. It might not be the fattest, but it is long and keeps making Shane choke on it as it pushes into his throat and cuts off his air.

And he’s going to service the Governor too, huh? He’s never paid much attention to the guy but he’s tall and fat and he can only hope that his cock is no exception there. He can get behind the thought of suffocating in the old bastard’s fat fold while letting him use his throat like a pussy – much like Lewis is doing.

Or maybe he’d like to fuck him in the ass instead? He should keep his cunt nice and loose if that’s the case. Ask Morris if he could get him some toys so he stays open and ready for his studs to fuck him.

Lewis humps his face, not letting him breathe much one way or the other. As darkness encroaches around the edges of his vision, Lewis’ cock twitches and his warm, watery seed starts to run down into Shane’s belly without obstruction.

Much like Clint’s cum has been dripping from his burning pussy the past hour or so.

Lewis’ face is flushed and pleased looking when he finally lets Shane go. He immediately starts coughing, his lungs spasming after having been denied for so long.

Somewhere past all the noise he makes he can hear Lewis muttering about what a success the Governor’s next visit will be, thanks to Shane.

It makes him feel weirdly proud.