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For all that the kid usually has an ego the size of Mexiko he has been reduced to nothing more than a wailing brat with a firm hand and just a few swats against his scrawny ass.
Gabriel watches with a scowl on his face that is only half faked, arms crossed and legs planted firmly shoulder width apart. He is naked but he does not act like it, and while McCree had been ogling him earlier, a broad grin on his face and a lewd remark on his tongue, he now does not even throw a sidelong glance at him as he is bend over Jack’s lap and receiving his spanking.
Whack.
Jack’s hand snaps down again, colliding with a meaty smack that almost makes Gabriel wince but mostly has him filled with a kind of unholy glee.
McCree wails openly. He sounds like he is being stabbed or some shit, but Gabriel does not hold it against him. He’s put up a brave front for most of the evening but Jack has huge paws and he does not pull his punches – it’s only been a matter of time until McCree started sniffling and trying to squirm away from the rough palm colliding with his rear and the backs of his thighs with sharp, unrelenting motions.
Another smack comes down, rocking McCree forward, and startling him into irregular hiccups.
Gabriel, taking this as his cue, finally steps forward. Jack throws him a glance, then pauses in his tireless spanking, his hand coming to rest on what must be McCree’s unbelievably hot bottom by now.
Gabriel reaches down and grips at McCree’s messy hair, pulling the kid’s head around. His face is wet with tears and snot. It is supremely unattractive but Gabriel can feel his cock give a lazy twitch regardless because McCree always has been his Achilles Heel.
“Well? Got anything to say for yourself?” he finally asks gravely when it seems like McCree’s hiccups are somewhat settling down.
McCree’s eyes are big and vulnerable and innocent for a moment; enough so that it makes Gabriel pause and feel… weird. Like they’ve done something bad and irreparable. The feeling does not last: the vulnerability vanishes from McCree’s wet and red face, replaced by the much more common sight of a defiant – if wobbly – grin.
“Didn’t know you guys were so kinky, boss.”
Gabriel throws him a flat, unimpressed look that is destroyed by his cock twitching again – right in front of the brat’s eyes whose face immediately lights up considerably.
“Ooooh boss. I can help ya with that. Could’ve just told me that ye’re in need of a good ride, y’ know.”
Jack’s face darkens and his hand collides with McCree’s ass again, sudden and hard enough to make the kid audibly bite his tongue as his jaw clacks closed and new tears shoot into his eyes.
Gabriel snorts. He jovially shakes McCree’s head with the grip he has on his hair like he’s holding a wet little puppy.
“You’re a goddamn ingrate, McCree – but you’ll listen sooner or later.”
He grabs his dick with his other hand, lifting it and smearing the wide, spongy head against McCree’s expressive mouth.
The kid opens up automatically; seemingly on reflex. Someone has taught him well, and Gabriel fleetingly wonders who’d been desperate enough to stick his dick into this foul-mouthed little mongrel, but truth be told – he would have done the same.
(Maybe even would have let the kid mount up if he’d gotten him riled enough to ignore the stupid shit constantly spewing from his grinning mouth.)
He carefully fucks his cock against the soft pad of McCree’s tongue, then pushes it into the silky pocket of his cheek just to watch it bulge.
McCree looks a bit overwhelmed for all of ten blissful seconds as he still struggles with the smart sting of his backside, but just when it looks like his face is going to morph into the best approximation of a shit-eating grin with his mouth full of cock, Jack reaches between his thighs from behind and curls one mean hand around the heavy heft of the kid’s balls.
McCree’s face instantly warps into utter dismay. Before he can pull back, Gabriel steps closer, crowding in and carefully but unrelentingly feeding him more of his cock.
McCree struggles for all of three seconds before Jack does something to his sac and he becomes as docile as a newborn kitten, holding still long enough that Gabriel can ease his way into his throat.
“I will make you a deal, McCree,” he tells him, staring down right into the kid’s wide, brown eyes until he can see the pupils go small like pin-pricks. He pulls back then, listening to him gasp and cough around his dick before he starts fucking back in.
“You stop being a little punk shit and maybe Jack and I will be inclined to playing with you more often from now on.”
He sounds calmer than he feels with his cock down McCree’s silky throat and Jack watching him with his cool, blue eyes, one of his big hands curled cruelly around McCree’s balls.
It is hotter than it has any right to be, and from the small twitch in the corner of Jack’s mouth he knows he’s been caught already.
McCree stares at him mutely – tough to talk with a cock choking you – and Gabriel gets the feeling that he will say anything at this point just to have them be nice to him and stop strangling his balls.
He can’t say that he minds repeating the lesson a couple of days from now if McCree hasn’t been cured of his little attitude problem.