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Chapter seven: New Game

Ricky whimpered as Josh pulled him and Chris upstairs. He was beyond scared as he was thrown on the bed.

"Da-Daddy that hurts." Ricky whimpered.

"Shut up." Josh snapped. "Chris, last chance."

"Just let us go." Chris whispered. "We won't tell. I'll make him be quiet."

"I'm tired of this shit. All I do to make her happy and nothing fucking works!"

"Maybe if you'd spend time with her she'd be happy." Chris muttered.

"Shut up!" Josh punched Chris, sending the boy to the floor. "It's your fault! It's all your fault Ryan! If you'd been watching him it'd never have happened!"

"Dada stop it!" Ricky cried, scared.

Josh looked down at him, clenching his fists. He roughly lifted Ricky onto the bed, frowning. "Chris played a game with you right?"

"Mhm." Ricky slowly nodded his head. "I don wanna pway now though,"

"It'll make daddy very very happy if you did though. You wanna make daddy happy right?"

"Yeah huh." Ricky quickly nodded.

"No. Ricky you don't that." Chris whimpered.

"Shut up!" Josh yelled. "Get out right now. I'm tired of looking at your sorry face. Don't make me hurt you."

"Josh please leave him alone." Chris whimpered. "He's not meant for this." Josh stood up, tossing Chris out the room.

"Daddy, why are you angry at bubby?"

"He's being bad. He's always bad." Josh grumbled. He gently spread Ricky's legs, gently palming the small teenager. "But you'll be a good boy for daddy right?"

"Mhm." Ricky slowly nodded. He gasped softly as Josh took the thin panties off him. "I... Is it a diff-differ-went game?"

"It's a little different." Josh nodded. "You don't have to worry. I'll teach you and then you can do it with bubby."

"Bubby doesn't wike pwaying though."

"I know but he will. He will soon." Josh whispered. He gently kissed Ricky, tapping his face. "You have to do what I do okay?"

"Otay daddy."

Josh smiled as he tried to kiss him again. Ricky kissed back. It was sloppy and he wasn't sure what he was doing. He whimpered as Josh kissed and sucked his neck.

"Da-Daddy."

"Sh." Josh whispered. "It's okay. Nothing's gonna hurt you."

"I feels weirds."

"What feels weird?"

Ricky grabbed Josh's hand, bringing it to his cock. "This feels weird. Like when bubby put his mouth on it."

"Did you like it when he did that?"

"Yeah. It made it stop feeling weird." Ricky nodded. He frowned as Josh pulled a bottle from his jeans. "What's that?"

"It's for our game." Josh stated. "Now since it's me and you the rules are changed a little bit okay?"

"Okay daddy." Ricky whispered. He watched Josh cover two fingers in the thick liquid, the man's hand disappearing under his dress. "Oh!" He gasped.

"Sh." Josh chuckled. He gently teased Ricky's entrance, smiling down at him. "It's playtime."

**i can't**

Ricky yawned as he cuddled into Josh. He was sweaty and naked, lying on top of the older man.

"Daddy I sweepy."

"Sleep." Josh whispered. Ricky closed his eyes, slowly drifting off. Once Josh knew he was asleep he moved the small teenager off his chest. He got up, pulling his boxers on. He headed off to his room, running a hand over his head.

"You're sick." Chris whispered from the floor of the hallway.

"Aren't we all?" Josh sighed, slamming his bedroom door shut.

Chris slowly made his way back to Ricky's room. He gently lifted him out the bed, carrying him to the bathroom.

"Bubby?"

"Sh. You need a bath."

"Okay." Ricky yawned, stretching his arms. He whimpered as Chris stood him up. "Bubby, my butt hurts."

"It'll feel better tomorrow." Chris lied. "The more play the less it hurts."

"Cans we pway tomorrow?"

"No." Chris shook his head.

"You can't play that many days in a row or it'll really really hurt."

"Okay bubby." He watched as Chris started the water, the tub filling with warm water. "Bubbles?"

"No." Chris shook his head. "You need to get clean not play."

"Mommy gives me bubbles!"

"I'm not her." Chris snapped. He lifted Ricky into the water. "Just be quiet and let me wash you."