Jackson dragged a beat-up wooden chair over from the corner. He pushed the handcuffed boy into it, and tied his ankles to the legs of the chair.
"Have you ever seen real men have s*x, Timmy?" Wilson asked with a sneer. "Ever watch your Daddy f*****g your Mommy?"
"N-n-n-no Sir," Tim replied.
"Do you want to watch me f**k Jackson?" he asked, grabbing his c**k and balls with both hands and shaking them threateningly.
"Um, I don't know, Sir. I guess so?" Tim said.
"In your dreams, you sick pervert," Wilson replied with a cruel laugh. Of course, he and Jackson f****d regularly, alternating between top and bottom. Just not in front of their playthings.
Jackson stood behind Tim as Wilson walked closer, turned around, and shoved his hair-covered buns in the boy's face.
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