Patreon Compilation – Fic#237 – Shane/Governor – dirty talk; exhibitionism; coercion – Life Keeps Being Hard 5 (Patreon)

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Shane/Governor – Mayor Lewis decides to put Shane to use and have him as a naughty little present for the Governor...

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“Governor! What a pleasure to hear from you. I had been expecting your call, actually. The Luau is just around the corner, you know…”

Mayor Lewis trails off, apparently listening to the other side of the phonecall. Shane can’t hear it, obviously. He is underneath the desk, throat stuffed with old man cock, keeping it warm and half-hard.

The Mayor is old enough that he can’t get it up willy-nilly anymore, but that does not stop him from utilizing Shane at every turn. He enjoys a warm, wet hole around his dick just like any other guy.

Every now and then, Shane suckles on it but mostly he is expected to remain quiet and out of sight and service.

“... Yes. Yes. I am glad to hear. Listen, Governor- this year’s Luau is going to be something extra special. I have organized a little… something for you to enjoy after the delicious food. I am sure it will help in keeping the town in your thoughts for some time to come.”

The Mayor reaches beneath the table and before Shane can really react, his hair is grabbed and his head roughly pulled onto the old cock until he softly gags from it. He doesn’t really put two-and-two together at that moment.

.oOo.

The Governor is more portly than the Mayor, so Shane has to lightly push his stomach out of the way to get his pants open and his cock out. It makes him break out in sweat; he can feel it prickling on his upper lip.

If the Governor had been surprised to see him in his skimpy cheerleader outfit, he hadn’t said a word. Just a knowing and satisfied sounding: “Aaah.” Before urging Shane closer with an impatient wave of his hand. There are thick fingers on it, one adorned with a wedding band that presses into his flesh.

It’s just one more moment of shame lining into a whole string of embarrassments. Should Shane have the decency of flushing red? It isn’t happening. Morris and the Mayor have seen to it that he is almost immune to it.

Still, pulling out the soft, fleshy cock of the Governor gives him a bit of a pause. He’s known this man for a long time. Is he really going to-

“What’s the hold-up? Get to work, slut.”

The words ring in Shane’s ears. The Governor had spoken them so easily; like he says them every day. Maybe he does. Maybe his Missus isn’t putting out anymore so he frequents night clubs where he gets his old, pudgy dick sucked by whores all night.

Mayor Lewis clears his throat. Shane’s eyes flick to him. He can see the quickly mounting irritation as the old man jerks his head toward the Governor’s lap. The message is clear: Get to work or this whole thing is going to get much, much worse.

Shane hastily bends over and sucks the soft tip between his lips. It feels spongy and warm but not unusual after the few weeks he’s spent with Lewis. The Governor sighs again above him, shifting his legs a bit apart. There is no shame in any of his movements. He does not worry about his cock being out next to the Mayor or that he needs to have assistance to getting hard.

Quite the contrary; he seems to quite enjoy the whole situation. In fact, he starts to speak.

“I had always known you were a hooker, Shane. Or would become one, in any case. Took you long enough. Your best years are almost over but then again, I don’t have to pay for you so I don’t care. Your pussy feels divine on my old cock. Aah…”

He sighs like someone slipping into a hot bath. Shane’s ears are ringing, his tongue only slowly working around the spongy tip and slipping into the foreskin. He’s moving more on auto-pilot at the moment as he tries to wrap his head around what the Governor is saying. Maybe there is an ounce of shame left in his body after all…

“The outfit looks good on you. I had been wondering about your tits for a while now. I think I’ll want to play with your little breasts while I use your other cunt. Most sluts get off really hard when you pay a bit of attention to their slutty tits.”

Shane slowly pulls back. His mouth produces a wet pop when it slips off the old guy’s dick as he stares up at him, shocked at the stuff effortlessly spilling from his lips.

He had never really thought much about the Governor. He certainly hadn’t thought that the guy had ever noticed him, much less had such thoughts about Shane’s body when all he’s ever done was to stand around at the very edge of the happenings and try to get drunk on beer.

His staring is cut short by the Mayor grabbing the short hair at the back of his head and pushing his head back forward. “Don’t just sit there and stare with your mouth open. Get useful and help the poor Governor out – he’s completely overworked.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” the Governor murmurs on a long sigh. Once Shane is back doing what he’s been brought here for, the Mayor lets go of him again.

They talk but Shane can’t really follow their words. He is cradling the warm sac in his palm and lightly massaging it while sucking on the tip and awkwardly bobbing his head on a soft dick. He mostly drools a whole lot, but it still gets the job done: he finally feels the shaft fattening as the Governor gets an erection slowly but surely.

Shane is so relieved he almost sobs. His insides have felt like they have been twisting into knots the whole time and only a cock can straighten them back out.

He pulls off again just so he can watch the foreskin roll down over the plump head when he slides his fist down along the shaft.

His own cock twitches desperately. He can feel the fabric of the skirt dragging along his skin and becoming wet from the pre-cum starting to pearl. Just a month or two ago he would neither have thought that he could ever get this continuously horny again or that he would do so while getting fucked and coerced by a slew of aging, perverse men…

But here he is, nearly tripping over himself to get up and turn around and shuffle his slutty ass backwards onto the Governor’s erect cock. The Governor isn’t helping him one bit; neither is Mayor Lewis. Both just watch as Shane tries and fails multiple times to slip the Governor’s cock into his body. It should be so simple… it just needs to nose up against his sloppy hole and yet-

He starts to get whiny and desperate, awkwardly trying to reach between his legs and grab it by the base so he can hold it still and it won’t slide off to the side yet again.

What has become of him? He’s been a depressed piece of shit, yes… but at least he’s had a small morsel of dignity left but now-

The Governor’s fat fingered hands slide suddenly underneath his crop top and briefly palm his pecs before pinching his nipples rudely. There is no hesitation, no gentleness… and Shane nearly goes off like a rocket for it. His body tenses, back awkwardly arching– but at least he finally manages to get the Governor’s cock where it needs to be.

His hole stretches nice and easy. He’s still lubed up from the Mayor using his pussy earlier… He can’t remember a time he’s gotten fucked so regularly. He knows he should hate it but how could he when all the cocks feel like they’ve been made for his body? They all feel so good inside, stretching him open and rubbing against his aching walls…

The Governor hasn’t lied when he said that he’s obsessed with Shane’s tits. He won’t stop groping them; pinching his nipples and pulling on them until there is only static filling his ears instead of the low, nasty murmurs of the Governor and Mayor talking about him as if he were a thing. They only call him a sloppy hole; a pussy good for nothing else but to please their cocks.

And Shane believes it whole heartedly because it really is the truth. He’s never been good at any job other than spreading his legs and letting old perverts put load after load into him.

Maybe he should let Clint have another ride? He’s been his first customer and Shane starts to feel like he didn’t do that good of a job for him…

Shane has to do all the work for the Governor; riding his dick and squeezing his insides. The man can’t be bothered to put in any more effort other than to torment his nipples until they feel grotesquely swollen and the sensitive skin is prickling like mad.

Shane is fighting against his own orgasm. He tries so hard not to come before the Governor but it is so damn close that he can taste it on the back of his tongue. With every harsh, mean spirited pinch on his teats, the urge only grows that much worse.

He wonders what might happen if he just let go and came like a freight train. The night was still young, even if his two studs weren’t.

He really wants to find out what they might have in store for him… but before that can happen, he hears the Governor grunting, his fat fingers stopping on Shane’s nipples for a moment. He’s sure there is warmth filling his guts but he can’t be too certain…

Fuck… next time maybe…