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Peter didn't believe in God, he believed all religions were for half brained idiots that couldn't think for themselves. The only thing he worshipped was the power of pleasurable sex, it didn't matter if it was with a man or a woman, anybody deserved the pleasures of the body. So when he stumbled into a small town that was in desperate need of a priest, he was the first to volunteer, not because he wanted to help but because he knew he could fool those slack jawed morons. It wasn't difficult to pretend to be a priest, he had a lot of black clothes and had at least read the bible at one point, so no one asked for any credentials. Peter was pretty much allowed to do whatever he needed to do to lead the congregation.
The first person he met with was the local sheriff. He seemed like a nice man, smarter than his townspeople but still dumb according to Peter's intellect. The sheriff told the new priest about himself and the community, but Peter was more interested in the sheriff and his family more so. He learned that the sheriff was a widower, his wife dying many years before and that he had a teenaged son who the sheriff said was one of the smartest people in town. Peter was going to test that comment but he first wanted the sheriff. They became fast friends, and would eat together and drink together almost every night.
"So, I've been meaning to ask," Peter said after having a few drinks with his friend in the privacy of Peter's house, "why haven't you remarried? It's been a number of years since your wife's death, you can't possibly still be grieving."
Noah, the sheriff, took a large drink of his whiskey. The sheriff wasn't much of a drinker anymore, having cut down many years before. "Just never found the right woman," he shrugged.
"But you've been with women since then, right?" Peter poured a little more into his glass and a double for the sheriff.
"I haven't. It's been a long time."
"So all you've had is your hand for any pleasure?"
Noah looked at him with a shocked expression. "Of course not. That's a sin and a priest should know that."
"But it's not a sin," Peter remarked. "I can prove it to you." He got up and grabbed a book, it looked like a Bible, a reason he owned it, but inside showed pictures that would never be in one. He flipped to a page showing a man masturbating alone in the woods, his head thrown back in pleasure. "See, right there." Noah's eyes widened seeing it. "This says it's perfectly fine." He flipped to another page and showed the sheriff a picture of two men with one on his knees sucking the other one off. Then he quickly shut the book. "Playing with yourself isn't a sin."
Noah licked his lips. "What about that second picture?"
"Oh, don't worry about that. It's just two men helping each other out, nothing more."
"But..."
"It isn't. I could help you out if you'd like. Or we can just forget about it and continue drinking."
"How...?" He picked up his glass and downed everything in one gulp. "How would a man be able to help like that."
"I could show you," Peter purred.
Noah appeared conflicted, like the thought of being with a man had never crossed his mind but being presented with that option he couldn't pass it up. He slowly nodded, seeing what that would get him. Peter slid down to his knees and crawled to the sheriff, slowly opening the man's legs for more room. The sheriff's cheeks were flushed, he could say it was from the alcohol but it was also for his body preparing to get off after so many years. Years of waking up to wet sheets would come to an end, and Peter, his priest, was going to show him how. Peter skillfully undid the sheriff's pants. He was a bit excited himself, Peter had fucked cops and deputies before but nabbing a sheriff was a new achievement. With the pants open, the only thing preventing him from his goal was the sheriff's white briefs. Pulling them down revealed more and more of the prize until Noah's dick sprung out practically hitting Peter in the face. Taking his time, Peter played with the hard dick in front of him, stroking it lightly and getting precum to trickle down the shaft. Looking up, Noah's face was even more flushed and he stared at his friend pleasuring him. Without any preparation, Peter opened his mouth and sucked on the dick. Noah's head fell back in ecstasy as he moaned louder than he ever did with his wife. The priest continued bobbing his head as he sucked, using the bare minimum of his tricks so Noah wouldn't cum too fast. If he thought it was going to end, he gently tugged on the sheriff's balls to prevent it. He wanted the sheriff in a position that he would never say no to and he was almost there. Noah was moaning loudly and he put his hands on the back of Peter's head. It was over.
Peter raised his head and looked up at the sheriff, who gave a disappointed whine since he was so close. "Can I do something else?" Peter asked innocently.
"What...?"
"You're getting all the pleasure and I want to have some fun too."
"Yeah, you can," Noah panted. "Do whatever you want."
With a sly smirk Peter got up and took off his pants and underwear, Noah was in so much bliss to notice. But once he got a lap full of his friend, that was when he realized something wasn't right. Noah tried to move away but the priest was too skilled and simply slid in place. The feeling of a tight hole on his dick changed the sheriff immediately, grabbing Peter's hips and pounding his ass in a frantic movement. Noah hadn't felt something like that in years and knew it was a fleeting pleasure that he wanted to last for as long as he could.
"Does it feel like you're fucking your wife again?" Peter smirked.
"No," the sheriff answered honestly, "this is even better."
With Noah's help, Peter continued to bounce on his dick, making the sheriff go crosseyed. Eventually, no matter how much he didn't want to, the sheriff started to cum, making a mess as it spilled out from Peter's hole along the sides of his still hard dick. Peter got off at went back on his knees, devouring the cum covered dick and cleaning it up. Noah was far gone from all the pleasure, he didn't even know if you was still alive or not. And if he did die that would've been the best way to go. Peter got up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I told you it wasn't a sin," he smiled.
After that, the sheriff showed up to his house a lot more often, completely skipping dinner and drinks and going right to where Peter is either sucking him off or riding him. Even on nights he was supposed to be eating with his son, Noah would ditch that just to get his dick wet.
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It didn't take long for Stiles, the sheriff's son, to come and visit the priest to talk to him. When Peter opened the door he was surprised to see the teenager at first, Noah had been going over at lunchtime to have a quickie a few times.
"Hi," the boy nervously said. "I'm Stiles, Noah's son."
"What can I do for you, my boy?"
Stiles visibility shuttered. "I... I was wondering if you know why he hasn't been around as much lately."
Peter smiled. "I've seen him many times during the week. Is he not going home after he leaves here?"
"Well, he does. But he just goes to his room and we don't talk anymore."
"Why don't you come inside and we can talk some more." He led the boy inside and into his living room, where he usually got fucked by the boy's father nightly. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No, thanks." He looked around the room. "So what do you and my dad talk about when he's here?"
Peter poured a drink for himself and smirked. They really don't talk all that much anymore. "Work, the town, you."
"You two talk about me?"
"Of course. Your father is very proud of you." Stiles smiled at the praise. "But..."
"But?"
Peter hid his smile as he turned around to face the boy. He might've been book smart but he was just as stupid as anyone else in town. "Well, your father told me it's been difficult to talk to you lately because he thinks you're hiding something from him."
Stiles blushed. "Oh..."
"But that can't be true. You know you can always talk to him about anything." The boy blushed redder. "Unless it's something you need someone else to talk to about." Stiles refused to say anything and sat quietly. "What is it, my son? You can talk to me about anything."
"I don't think I can."
"Of course you can. There isn't any judgement here."
After a few minutes of fumbling about, Stiles finally said something coherent. "I like someone."
"Who is she?"
Stiles blushed. "Um... he."
"Oh? Well that's fine."
"Really? I thought it was a sin?"
"Of course it isn't. Nowhere in the Bible does it say liking men is a sin. So you don't have anything to worry about. Now who do you like?"
"Well, he's someone I have fun with, and respect, and I look up to him a lot."
"Is it your father?" Peter smirked. Stiles immediately started backtracking and trying to figure out a coherent sentence as Peter continued to smirk and sit right next to the boy. He placed his hand on Stiles's thigh, causing the boy's mouth to snap shut. "You know," Peter said, his fingers moving closer to Stiles's crotch, "it's perfectly normal to have that fascination with your dad. He's your best friend and young men usually first experiment with their friends."
"But..." He licked his lips as Peter got closer to his growing bulge. "But it's wrong..."
"There's a lot of incest in the Bible, Stiles."
"But..."
"If you want, I can show you how to please him." Peter's fingers grazed the tip of the bulge, a wet spot formed quickly.
"Father," Stiles moaned.
"You can call me that, or you can say daddy." He instantly got between the boys legs and ripped open his jeans to reveal his superhero boxers. Stiles watched in fascination as the priest pulled out his dick through the fly and started sucking him down, he was amazed he didn't cum immediately. Peter continued sucking, quickly realizing that what he normally did for Noah wasn't working so he changed it up. Unexpectedly, Peter stopped sucking leaving Stiles a panting mess. "You want to try it on me?" He asked, getting up and showing that he had unzipped his own pants and pulled out his dick too. The hard dick waved in front of the boy's face before Peter got on the couch and leaned back, the dick still moving back and forth. Stiles stared at the dick, he had never seen a hard one other than his own, licking his lips as he slowly moved towards it.
Peter wanted to slam the boy's mouth onto his dick but resisted the urge, knowing that Stiles needed to figure it out in his own. When Stiles finally put his mouth in the head of the dick, Peter moaned, encouraging him to keep going. And since Peter wanted to be the first to fuck the boy's hole he was going to do everything he could to make that happen, and if he needed to pretend he was pleasured from a mediocre blowjob then he'd do it. After a bit of coaching, Stiles got better, eventually going at his own pace and using his tongue without any instruction. When Stiles got comfortable, Peter grabbed the back of the boy's head and pulled him down further onto his dick, slightly chocking Stiles in the process. After a bit, he finally let him up, drool falling from Stiles's mouth.
"I think you're ready for more," Peter said, pulling the boy to his feet. Stiles was unsteady as he stood there for a second before the priest pulled the back of his boxers down to reveal his pale virgin ass. He swiftly turned him around and pushed Stiles onto the couch, his ass in the air. Without warning, Peter gave a strong lick alone the boy's ass crack, going slower when going across his hole. Stiles shuttered, his face falling into the couch as he moaned. "Now tell me," Peter teased the holy with his finger, "have you played with yourself before?"
Stiles was about to say he hadn't but Peter licked his hole again making him moan. "Yes," he screamed.
"What have you had in your hole?"
"My finger," Stiles said.
"You're lying," Peter said, shoving two of his thick fingers inside. Stiles moaned again. "What have you had in your hole?"
"A cucumber," he shamefully admitted.
The priest smirked, licking the hole and adding another finger. Stiles started cumming onto the couch, screaming in pleasure.
"Good little slut. Let's get you riding your daddy's cock."
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The anniversary of Noah's wife's death was always a difficult day, usually the sheriff and his son would just be at home for hours doing nothing and badly pretending that it was a normal day. So to remedy that, Stiles suggested they visit the priest. At first Noah was against the idea, he was used to going by himself to fuck the man, but eventually agreed, he could have one day not getting off every once in a while. When they went over, Stiles seemed nervous, but his father didn't think anything about it. Like usual, Peter welcomed any guests warmly and brought them inside, pouring Noah a whiskey and Stiles a water, vodka was mixed in to get the boy to relax. A short time later, and many drinks had by the sheriff, Peter left the room claiming to go to the bathroom but actually stayed around the corner to watch what would go on. Stiles downed his last drink, it was pure water at that point, and made his move. The sheriff was pretty drunk at that point, his head back in relaxation and his legs spread wide open. Sinking to his knees, Stiles made his way to between the legs staring up at his father. With shaky hands, he reached forward and started to open the sheriff's pants, revealing that Noah wasn't wearing any underwear, he'd stopped since he was always going over to fuck Peter. Stiles gasped seeing it flop out and start to harden. He took a calming breath before moving closer, he could back away but he wanted to do it, he wanted to know what his daddy tasted like. Opening his mouth, he took the head in, giving it a little suck. Noah got more comfortable and made a noise of approval so Stiles continued his efforts, going faster and using the techniques taught to him. Noah sighed in pleasure as he was getting blown, moving his hand to the back of Stiles's head and guiding him to go deeper.
Peter smirked as he watched the father and son on his couch, wondering when Noah would reveal that he knew it was his son sucking him off. After Stiles visited, the sheriff came around and Peter told him what he had learned, never mentioning that he had made the boy cum from rimming him. Noah was shocked, but when the priest explained that it was completely normal, twisting what was in the Bible to his views, he was easily convinced and a plan was made.
"You're doing so good, son," Noah moaned. Stiles froze in place, panic clearly in his eyes. He was about to possibly run away forever, but his father held him in place with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. "I'm ok with this, Stiles. And I want to do more with you."
When Stiles was allowed to lift his head, after he was finished panicking, he looked up at his dad and smiled. "You sure this is fine with you?"
"Of course."
"Then I'd love for you to do more."
"Then take off your clothes," the sheriff smiled. His son quickly undressed, showing his daddy how excited he was. Peter continued hiding, his dick out of his pants as he jerked off to the duo. Stiles turned around, his ass already lubed from earlier in the day, and slowly lowered himself onto his dad's stiff dick. Peter almost came from seeing the twin faces of pleasure as Stiles was fully seated on Noah's lap. He watched in amazement as Noah guided his son with a softness and love that only a father could. Stiles's eyes were rolling back in his head as he bounced on his daddy's lap, his own dick leaking like a broken faucet. Moving towards the two, Peter continued stroking as he approached, pulling Stiles to his dick and feeding it to him. "I'll share him this time," Noah said, letting his son take control, "but this'll be the only time."
"Understood, Sheriff."
It didn't take long for Peter to cum, shooting his load across Stiles's moaning face, some of it going into the boy's mouth. Not long after that, Noah started hammering into Stiles's hole causing his son to cum and he followed closely behind.
"You'll have years of fun together," Peter remarked.
"Yes," the sheriff said, kissing the top of his son's head as Stiles laid back in bliss, "I hope so."
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Being around town for a while, Peter's first assessment of the town was very much correct, but there were generally good people in town as well. Like Melissa, a local nurse that was very knowledgeable, more so than the doctor she worked with, and was incredibly helpful to everyone. It didn't take long for Peter to invite her over and have her on his bed a few nights a week. But while Melissa was smart and kind, her son, Scott, was almost the complete opposite. He was the same age as Stiles but since he was a jock, he walked around like he should've been worshipped. Scott was the type of person that Peter hoped never had children but with how frequently he dated that was becoming a scary possibility. Peter couldn't let that happen.
After fucking Melissa for the night, the priest said he was concerned about Scott and that he didn't seem focused. When asked what they could do, he recommended that Scott come around and help fix a few things around the church and Peter would be able to guide him better. Melissa agreed and the following day a very irritated Scott was at the church.
"Well, it's good to see you, Scott," Peter greeted the young man. Scott huffed. The priest just smirked and told him what needed to be done around the place and went on his way to do some other things. Scott got to work, complaining under his breath as he did the few tasks given to him. Peter thought it was hilarious to hear the boy repeat himself because he couldn't think of anything else to say. His vocabulary was limited and he couldn't really think of anything new since he was so angry so Peter left him to continue.
An hour later Peter came back to a very sweaty and exhausted young man. He offered Scott something to drink and even offered him to take a shower so he could clean up and go home for the day. Scott agreed to both and followed the priest to his house that was right next door to the church. Peter got him a glass of water and then told him where the bathroom was to clean up. While Scott went to the bathroom, Peter busied himself for a moment before rushing to the room next to the bathroom to see the boy naked. Scott started to strip, pulling off his shirt before giving his armpits a sniff and quickly lowered his shorts and underwear in one pull. Peter was shocked to see the boy's monster sized cock swing between his knees, it was a wonder how he walked around. Peter had seen his far share of hung men before, but Scott was hung like a horse and it was thick too. It was practically perfect. The only problem it had was who it was connected to.
While Scott showered, Peter prepared himself, mentally and physically, to take such a large cock. Playing with his hole, he didn't hear the shower turn off or Scott getting out of the bathroom.
"Well, well, well," Scott said, making Peter jump pulling his fingers from his hole. He had a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, the slit barely covering his huge cock. "Put those fingers back. That's right, faggot. I knew something was up with you but I didn't know what. Now I can see it's because you're a filthy faggot." He unceremoniously dropped the towel as he made his way over, grabbing his cock and stroking it. It was so big it couldn't get fully hard, Peter understood why Scott was so dumb, there wasn't any blood going to his brain. I bet you want this, don't you, faggot?"
Peter nodded, trying desperately to stretch himself out for what was about to happen.
"Turn over," Scott barked, "I don't want to see your little dick or remember that I'm fucking a dude." Peter did as told, hoping he had stretched himself enough to not be in too much trouble. And if the boy was gentle and went slow it might've been enough but Scott decided to try and bottom out in one shot. Peter screamed in obvious pain and his mouth was quickly covered by his discarded underwear. "Shut up," Scott growled, finally taking his time and not trying to fuck the priest but made small movements in and out. Peter's abused hole stretched more as the boy continued and eventually it turned to pleasure. "You know, you're the first person I've fucked. All the girls I've dated saw my cock and pretty much ran away saying I was too big. Those bitches don't know what they're missing, right fag?" It wasn't really good but since Scott was so big and long Peter's prostate was constantly being stimulated making it fell great but that was about it. Scott was a usual dumb boy that thought that he was hung he could do no wrong in the bedroom so they could fuck however they wanted. Peter knew from personal experience that it didn't matter the size, to a point, but guys who knew how to use their dicks were the best. The boy continued, getting faster as he smashed into Peter's prostate causing him to eventually cum. It didn't take long for Scott to do the same, cumming in the abused hole and pulling out too fast. "Like that, faggot?"
Peter rolled his eyes, hoping the boy would learn another word, but knew it would probably never happen. "You're the biggest I've ever had."
"So when can I do this again?" Scott grabbed the towel he had used earlier and cleaned off his already soft cock.
Peter wanted to say never, but knew the boy could be useful at some time. "I'll let you know when you can fuck again."
Scott smirked and left to get dressed and Peter hoped leave right after. Peter knew he needed to find a hole for the boy to fuck other than his and wondered if there was anyone in town that would work.
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Though most of the town welcomed Peter with open arms, and later without their clothes on, there were a few people that didn't like that he was there. Most were bitter old women that didn't want an outsider as their priest. Peter was still nice to them, but secretly wished for their impending deaths. But there was one family that disliked him for no particular reason other than he existed. The Argent's were one of the richest families in town, they used to sell weapons before just investing in other things over the generations. The patriarch of the family was Gerald, a mean old man that most of the town avoided, then his two children, Kate and Chris, and Chris's family. Kate was an idiot, thought the world revolved around her and spent money faster than she could get it. Chris, on the other hand, was more levelheaded and was a devoted family man. His wife was just as mean as her father-in-law and would make life miserable for anyone that crossed her path. The only one that was nice to the new priest was their daughter, who previously dated Scott but quickly dumped him because of the boy's attitude. So at least there was one smart person in the family.
Peter did the same as most of the other townspeople and avoided them as best as he could but every so often Gerald would stop by his house and quiz the priest on Bible quotes. Peter hated quoting the Bible since he didn't believe in any of it but did it to please the old man like it was an accomplishment. He was just pissed that any time with the townsperson he was going to have sex with that day would be postponed and causing Peter to go without wasn't going to work. The family needed to pay.
At first he asked Scott what he knew about them but Scott was too interested in fucking Peter again which sometimes he would begrudgingly agree to. He then went to Stiles, who seemed to know about a lot of what was happening in the town. Stiles told him some of the history of them and interesting facts about each member but it wasn't anything useful. Peter made the decision to watch the family himself, hoping to catch them doing something blackmail worthy.
It was shocking how it didn't take long for Peter to find something out. On the first night watching them in their house through a camera lens, Peter discovered a fun little secret taking place in Chris and his wife's bedroom.
A few days later, someone was pounding on Peter's door. He knew who it could possibly be and opened the door to a very distraught Chris. Once the door was opened he barged into the house without being invited in, walking through like he had been there before. Peter followed, waiting for Chris to tell him his problems but after Chris made himself a drink he knew he was going to have to ask.
"What seems to be troubling you, my son?"
Chris turned around as if he had forgotten that Peter was even there. He downed the drink in one shot.
"There was something sent to our house. Someone's trying to blackmail us."
"Blackmail?"
"Yes," he tried to calm down but it wasn't working, so he made another drink and downed that one as fast as the first. "And when I find out..."
"What are they blackmailing you with?"
For the first time since he entered the house, Chris became embarrassed. "I don't think it matters," he muttered, trying to pour himself another drink.
"I believe you've probably had enough," Peter wasn't going to waste his good liquor on anyone but himself. "Why don't you sit down and we can discuss what's going on." It seemed like Chris was going to argue but eventually put the glass down and went to the couch, falling onto it. "So why would you be blackmailed? Your family is well respected..."
"My family is feared," he interrupted. "My father and sister revel in it, hell even my wife does, but I don't."
Peter guessed that it was true but Chris was still an awful person and needed to be brought down a few pegs.
"You didn't say how you were blackmailed. How do you know you are?"
"Someone sent us something."
"Was it a letter?"
"No, some pictures."
Peter smirked. "Oh," he grabbed an envelope and pulled out some pictures, "you mean these?" He dropped them on the table.
Chris's face drained of color as he stared at the pictures in front of him. In the pictures were him and his wife in their bedroom engaging in some fun. But it wasn't what most people would call conventional, both Chris and his wife were in lingerie, his were a dark red while hers was purple, and Chris was on all fours while the wife was pegging him with a good sized dildo. The look of ecstasy was clear on both their faces but Chris was drooling too.
"How...?" Chris tried to talk but his mouth was dry.
"I was sent these this morning. I was shocked to see them, especially from people like you. It made me wonder if anyone else in town got them too."
No one had, but from the fear in Chris's eyes that thought hadn't crossed his mind.
"I can't let anyone see those," he said, jumping up and almost ran out the door, but Peter stopped him from leaving and pushed him back down. "What are you doing? I have to get those pictures or my family would be ruined."
"Your family already is, Christopher," Peter sneered. "Your sister is sleeping with many of the men in town, some of them underage. Your father hires hookers all the time to get off but can't keep it up long enough to cum. Your wife is a masochist and you're a sissy. The only respectable person in your family is your daughter so at least you have that going for you."
"How do you...?"
"The moment I came to town your family has hated me. Don't know why and I really don't care. But I knew eventually someone would sniff around for something against me. So I gathered info on you and your family, learned a lot in a short time."
"What can I do to prevent this getting out?"
"I think we should have another drink before we discuss it," he went and made them drinks, adding a powder to Chris's to get him to relax. When handing him the drink, he wasn't surprised that Chris downed it in one shot. He didn't even have a chance to take a sip of his before Chris was looking a little disoriented. "So let's talk about this," the priest smirked as Chris tried to focus on him but couldn't as his eyelids kept sinking down. "Are you dressed like that under your clothes?"Chris barely nodded. Taking off his clothes, Peter discovered that he was wearing a white lingerie set with matching stockings. Peter smirked at the sight.
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It was around noon when Scott showed up for another day of cleaning, he was hoping to fuck Peter again too but the bastard was holding out, complaining that he couldn't do it. Usually the priest was outside when he got there, telling him what needed to be done but he wasn't there. After looking around the grounds, and seeing if he was at the church, Scott was going to leave, he could probably find someone to take his cock, when he figured he should check out inside the priest's house. Walking around he didn't find anyone, but did find a note addressed to him. It instructed him to head upstairs for a special surprise for all the hard work Scott had been doing. Grinning, Scott headed up and tried to see where his surprise was. It didn't take him long to find it, and Scott was incredibly grateful for the gift.
In the center of the bed was a person tied up on their hands and knees, a long rope held them in place showing off their thong covered ass. At first Scott thought it was Peter, but the ass was paler than the priest's and it looked a bit more plump. He gave it a good hard smack as he took off his pants, he stopped wearing underwear since it just got in the way. The person started to move, most likely from fear since they didn't know who was behind them, but Scott spanked them again to get them to stop. Pulling the string from the crack, he realized the person was a guy and they were already lubed up. Wasting no time, he positioned himself in place and quickly shoved his cock in. The guy screamed in pain, if his mouth wasn't stuffed with fabric it would've been a concern but since no one would be able to hear him, Scott continued to fuck hard.
Peter was in the closet, watching and jerking as he watched the dumb Scott fuck Chris. The older man was clearly not enjoying the cock ruining his tight hole as he continued to scream and sob. Scott just pounded into the ass harder, hoping to make the guy scream louder. Peter figured that the boy was going to fuck Chris until he came and leave never knowing who he fucked. So when he pulled out and flipped Chris over it was a surprise. Scott knew instantly who it was, he had dated the man's daughter briefly. Chris was still sobbing but he was also incredibly embarrassed to be seen like he was, even through the pain his dick was hard in the lace thong.
"Well," Scott sneered, shoving his cock back into Chris's ruined hole, "since I couldn't fuck your daughter, at least I get to fuck someone from your family."
Chris watched as the boy's huge cock moved in and out of him, budging out his stomach as it went fully in. He sobbed again but it sounded more like moaning from his stuffed mouth. Scott took the gag out to hear the older man properly. Chris let out a moan that rivaled any from a woman as he was fucked.
"You like my cock, you sissy fag?"
Chris had never been called that before, but something resonated in him, it was like he finally understood himself. "Yes," he cried out. "Fuck me with that huge cock."
Scott continued pounding into Chris who was moaning and telling the boy to go faster and harder. Peter bit his hand to keep quiet as he started cumming as he watched the two of them fucking on his bed. Scott slapped Chris across the face, calling him a sissy and a faggot as started to pick up the pace. Chris couldn't take it and came in his thong pouch and made it transparent. The boy laughed seeing how small he was and pounded harder, cumming deep inside. They stayed there, panting, Peter still hiding had cleaned himself up and was about to leave when Scott started fucking Chris again.
"I'm going to keep fucking you until Peter comes back so I can fuck both of your fag asses." Chris was in his own little world from the pleasure so he didn't care why he was still being fucked. Peter didn't need that huge cock inside of himself any time soon so he stayed where he was at continued to jerk off.
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The town was properly corrupted, the townspeople fucking each other on a daily basis and Peter was pretty proud of himself for getting it there. He was amazed how easy it was, but it wasn't so shocking, they just needed a little push to understand the wonderful power of physical pleasure. But he was getting restless, he needed new people to not just fuck but fuck over.
Before he planned to leave, Noah and Stiles invited him over for a dinner to thank him for all he'd done for the town. The two further thanked him after dinner as the three of them made love in the sheriff's living room.
Peter reconsidered his original thought and decided to continue living there, just so he could have a bit more fun in town.