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It was one of the Joestars’ regular family gatherings, and as usual the adults were chatting in the dining room while Josuke watched his nephew, Jotaro. Some people might think a teen would resent the duty, being stuck with someone several years younger than him all day, but Josuke loved it. He wouldn’t even call himself much of a ‘good with kids’ guy, it was just that… well, Jotaro was a lovely kid. He was so serious and earnest, loved to tell him about his interests in boats and sea creatures, and even though he was in his ‘I’m not cute, don’t hug me’ phase, he was still clingy with Josuke over anyone else.

Right now, he was cuddled up to his side as usual, as Josuke read him one of his favourite books. Jotaro’s hands were running up and down his torso, his head tucked into the crook of his neck. Josuke finished the book, putting it to one side and patting his back.

“What’s up? You getting sleepy?”

He gently tried to tug Jotaro off him, but the kid was clingy as ever. Josuke sighed in fond exasperation.

“Man, you act all tough with your mom, but you’re a big softy for me. Do ya love your ji-chan that much? Hehe.”

Jotaro looked him in the face with all the seriousness a kid could muster. His thick eyebrows scrunched down, his lips in a pout. “You’re not my ji-chan.”

Josuke raised his eyebrows. “Eh?” For a second he wondered if this was about him being illegitimate— but Jotaro didn’t know about that. “What, are ya kicking me out of the family? Lil jerk. Or maybe you wanna promote me to nii-chan, huh?” He flashed a grin, poking his cute chubby cheek.

Jotaro grabbed his hand, still staring sternly into his eyes. It made Josuke feel a little weird.

“You’re gonna be my wife! I’m gonna grow up and take care of you, and you’re gonna stay at my house forever!”

The conviction in his voice was just too much. Josuke couldn’t help but break into giggles.

“I can’t take it when you’re making that fac-“

He was cut off suddenly by Jotaro grabbing his head, slamming a messy kiss onto his half-open mouth. Josuke just stilled in shock, staring at him. Finally Jotaro pulled back, and Josuke stumbled to compose himself.

“Uh- that-…” He faltered again when Jotaro started kissing his neck. “Jotaro, hey, you can’t… you shouldn’t do this kinda thing with other people…”

Jotaro ignored him, his hands starting to roam over Josuke’s body again, making him tense. God, this was so… what was he supposed to do? Did he give him the wrong impression somehow? Did he accidentally groom him!?

He quickly grabbed Jotaro by the shoulders, pushing him back. Jotaro damn near growled at him. Chewing his lip, Josuke darted a glance towards the bedroom door, sweat prickling all over his body.

“Jotaro… look, I love you, okay? As family…” He spoke slowly and hesitantly, mind racing figuring out how to handle this fucked up situation. “And… y’know, family can hug and stuff, but ya shouldn’t kiss or touch people. It’s-“

Footsteps rang out in the hall. He froze in fear. The door swung open, and Holly stepped in, beaming at the two of them.

“Hey, it’s time to go home now, Jojo!” She held out her hand, and seemingly reluctantly, Jotaro went over and took it. Holly shot a sweet look at Josuke. “Thanks so much for hanging out with him as always. He absolutely adores you, you know. He’s always talking about Josuke this, Josuke that.” She chuckled.

Sweat dripped down Josuke’s forehead. He let out an awkward laugh. “Hah, hey, well… I mean, he’s great…”

Holly stepped over to gather Jotaro’s books and toys, and Josuke quickly pushed them into the little backpack for her. She patted him on the shoulder, gave him a ‘see you next time’, and with one more all-too-touchy hug from Jotaro they headed off. Josuke sat there chewing his lip, his stomach flipping and heart racing with nerves. What if someone found out about what happened? What if Jotaro said something? He needed to sort this out the next time he saw him, or this could ruin his life.

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Josuke slept over at the Kujos’ fairly often. It was always Jotaro begging to see more of him… and now he knew that that wasn’t such a cute and innocent thing. Josuke had been dreading it when he was asked over again, but wouldn’t it look suspicious if he said no? And it’d give him time to talk with Jotaro, hopefully get him to stop. At least if he was invited, it meant they still didn’t know what happened.

Things went okay for most of the night. Holly and Sadao were always there, and Jotaro thankfully didn’t seem to want to touch him in front of them. But it was when dinner finished that he heard those words that made his stomach drop.

“Time for a bath, Jojo!”

Because Josuke always bathed with him. Always helped him wash, and sat in the bath with him playing with his toy boats. Jotaro was always so excited to bathe with his ji-chan…

Holly and Jotaro were both looking at him expectantly. Putting on a smile, he nodded and got up.

“Yeah, c’mon Jotaro. We can play together and do another boat race.”

Jotaro was very quick to jump up, wrapping his arms around him, and looking up at him… possessively? No, he was just a kid. He didn’t understand what he was doing.

In the bathroom, Josuke turned away from Jotaro to undress. It was when he dropped his last piece of clothing on the floor that he felt Jotaro hug him tightly all of a sudden, kissing his back and grabbing one of his tits. Josuke struggled to peel him off, turning around with his face flushed and his eyes wide.

“Jotaro!” He hissed, eyes darting nervously to the door as he dropped his voice. “I told ya you can’t do this stuff, remember? It’s wrong.”

“Why?” Jotaro scowled, reaching out grabbily for his body. “We’re in love with each other.”

“No..!” Josuke squeaked as he broke out of his grip, hands all over him again. “We love each other like family, Jotaro, that’s different. But kids can’t do this stuff with big people!”

Jotaro kissed his nipple, hands running down his hips, and Josuke shivered despite himself. He took a step back, and Jotaro stepped forward, touching him more insistently. He gazed up at him with serious eyes and kissed his nipple again, lips closing around it for a second. Josuke tried to hide how good it felt, but his face kept turning redder.

“Jotaro, please…” He was reduced to just weakly begging, especially as Jotaro’s hand reached his inner thigh. “This is really bad. I’d get in so much trouble if someone found out about this.”

Jotaro paused, looking up at him curiously. “Why?”

“Why- huh? B-Because it’s wrong!” Josuke sputtered. “Only adults are meant to do this stuff together. If an adult does it with a kid, it’s illegal. I could go to jail for the rest of my life!”

Jotaro looked down, thinking. Josuke’s shoulders dropped in relief.

“You don’t want me to go to jail, right? Then we won’t be able to play together anymore. So let’s just stop-“

“I won’t tell anyone if you kiss me.”

Josuke froze. Jotaro looked up at him with total seriousness, almost a smirk on his face.

“H-Huh?”

“You’ve gotta kiss me or I won’t keep it a secret. And then you’ll go to jail forever.” He was definitely smirking now. Josuke’s eyes widened in horror, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.

“No… Jotaro, we can’t, please…”

“I can call my mom.” He said faux-innocently.

“No! I…” He chewed his lip, dropping his eyes in defeat. “O-Okay. I’ll just kiss you once, alright? And then we’ve gotta stop all this forever.”

Jotaro didn’t respond, just taking another step closer. Swallowing, Josuke bent down and squeezed his eyes shut, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Jotaro immediately grabbed him and kissed him harder, forcing his tongue into his mouth. Josuke nearly jerked back on instinct, but forced himself to stay put. Jotaro’s lips moved against his aggressively, almost bruising, his breath hot and fast and his small tongue thrusting insistently inside him. He gripped Josuke’s hair, holding him closer, biting his lip and hitting their teeth together in his sheer desperation. Josuke whimpered weakly, waiting for it to end. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, Jotaro pulled back. He was panting, his cheeks flushed and spit on his now-swollen lips, a broad victorious grin on his face.

“I wanna kiss you all the time from now on, kanai-chan. And every time we’re alone you’ve gotta call me otto- - no, goshujin-sama.”

“Where the hell are ya even hearing these words?” Josuke groaned wearily.

Jotaro squeezed his face, staring intensely. “Say it.”

“Ugh… g-goshujin-sama…”

Jotaro pressed even closer to him, rubbing between his thighs again. “Say ‘I love you’ too. Or I’ll go get my mom.”

“Ngh…” Josuke winced, trying to back away from his hands but only getting pressed further and further against the wall. “I… I love you, goshujin-sama…”

Jotaro grinned. “Good. Now you’ve gotta wash me.”

As he stepped back, it was obvious he’d gotten a boner. And Josuke had obviously never paid attention before, but wow, he was big. His dick was somehow bigger than Josuke’s own and he hadn’t even started puberty yet. Jotaro noticed where he was looking and glanced down, seeming surprised to find his dick so hard and swollen. But just as Josuke thought this would lead to another nasty request, he was surprised instead that Jotaro flushed and covered his crotch, brow furrowed in embarrassment and confusion. Oh… he probably didn’t even know what a boner was. Well Josuke would be the last to enlighten him.

“I-It’s okay! That just means you touched people too much and it’s making you sick. Just wait a few minutes and it’ll go down on its own.” He fumbled out.

And thank god, Jotaro believed him, retreating off into a corner to sit and wait. For the rest of their bath, he gave a few kisses and kept his arms around Josuke, but he seemed hesitant to go too far again.

That night, Josuke was curled up on a futon in the guest bedroom, trying and struggling to fall asleep. He felt… uneasy. Too much energy in him, something strange keeping him riled up and unable to sleep. The thoughts of that evening kept going round in his head— he tried to shake it off, squeezing his eyes shut and nestling against the pillows.

That’s when he heard the door creak open. Small footsteps crossed the room, and Jotaro crawled into bed behind him. He wrapped his arms around Josuke’s waist, pressing against him tightly. Josuke’s breath hitched.

“J- goshujin-sama…”

Jotaro hummed, slipping a hand under his shirt to grope his breast. Josuke squirmed, suppressing a moan as Jotaro started rolling his nipple between his fingers.

“You- ngh, if you keep doing this, the bad thing will happen to your weewee again. L-Like in the bath?”

“Mm.” Jotaro grunted. He hooked a leg over Josukes’, holding him in place as his groping got more insistent. Tugging and rolling both his nipples, quickly making them harden as all Josuke could do was whimper. “Your nipples are getting hard. Is the bad thing happening to you, kanai-chan?”

Josuke swallowed. “Y-Yeah. Y-You’ve gotta stop, Jo-“

Jotaro’s hand flew down to his crotch, groping his dick. Josuke couldn’t stop himself from moaning.

“This isn’t hard yet. You’re still okay.”

“T-That’s not how it-“ He cut off with a sharp breath as Jotaro shoved a hand in his pants, fondling his dick curiously. “No, that’s bad Jotaro, you can’t-“

“Goshujin-sama!” Jotaro said harshly, squeezing his dick.

Josuke squeaked. “G-Goshujin-sama. That’s a really bad place, you can’t touch it.”

Jotaro paused, then sped up his touches, rubbing Josuke’s dick as he continued to tease his nipple. Josuke turned his head into the pillows, hardly holding back his noises of pleasure.

“You’ve gotta do whatever I want, wife. Or you’ll go to jail forever.” He was panting softly, rocking his hips instinctively against Josuke’s ass. Mercifully, he released Josuke’s dick, wrapping his arms around him tight to put all his strength into humping faster. He was clinging to him so hard, little moans escaping between his harsh breaths. Half-pinned to the bed, Josuke could only lay there and take it, his cock stirring at feeling that huge dick rubbing between his cheeks. Josuke hid his face in shame, unable to stifle his moans any longer. He was getting harder and harder, and when Jotaro shoved him down to pin him below his little body, his dick was trapped beneath him, getting rubbed against the bed with each thrust. Jotaro tugged his hair, pulling his head to the side so he could kiss him sloppily. Josuke’s mouth just hung open limply, taking it like he was taking everything else. He couldn’t believe this was happening. This was so wrong. Jotaro’s parents were right down the hall and if they saw this…

Jotaro tensed, clenching him hard, a long low moan escaping him as Josuke assumed he came. He lay there limply, waiting for Jotaro to speak or move… but then he heard his soft little snores. He fell asleep. That must’ve been his first orgasm ever, and it conked him right out. Josuke was still hard, his whole body tingling, but he just squeezed his eyes shut and tried to sleep. There was no way he could touch himself from all that. It was wrong. But as he drifted off into unconsciousness, he felt Jotaro thrusting his hips again, still aroused and eager to touch him even while asleep. Like it or not, Josuke would be having some very wet dreams.

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Things got so much worse from there. Once Jotaro got his first taste of sex, it was like he was addicted. He was constantly humping Josuke, demanding handjobs, kissing and fondling him the very second they were alone. Josuke had stopped resisting long ago, and to his dismay his body was getting more and more sensitive to Jotaro’s touch. Every time he spat out that goddamn ‘goshujin-sama’, his cock twitched and his nipples tingled, as if anticipating Jotaro’s hands on him any second. He felt like he’d become this little boy’s sex doll. And Jotaro was only getting more aggressive over time.

He was babysitting again while Jotaro’s parents went out. Jotaro was demanding more and more to spend time with his ‘beloved uncle’, and Holly and Sadao found it sooo cute that they ended up asking if Josuke could come over every afternoon to play with him. And of course his mom forced his ass out the door, insisting like she always did that they owed it to the Joestars. It was just great. He had to become his nephew’s sex slave because his stupid dad was a cheater.

He arrived at the Kujos’ house, and Jotaro immediately latched onto him, nuzzling his face against his chest. Josuke could feel him trying to suck his nipples through his shirt already. He winced, but tried to play it cool.

“Aww, look at you two. You’re like brothers!” Holly cooed, clasping her hands together. Jotaro started groping his ass. “Okay, well I need to head down to the shops if that’s okay, Josuke. I’m sure you can handle him, but give me a call if he acts up too much.”

“O-Okay.” Josuke squeaked.

Holly stepped towards the door, and Josuke awkwardly shuffled aside, Jotaro refusing to detach from him. He turned, keeping his back to her, hoping he’d manage to hide the little hands all over his ass.

“Be back in an hour or so. Be good, Jotaro!” She walked out, and before the damn door even clicked shut Jotaro had pulled up his shirt and latched onto his tit, suckling like his life depended on it. Josuke chewed his lip hard, not feeling safe letting any noises out until he heard Holly’s car drive away.

“Y-You’re really in the mood today, huh?”

Jotaro straddled his thigh and started humping it, groaning needily. One hand moved to Josuke’s free tit, tugging his nipple, while his other shoved down his pants to squeeze his bare ass. Josuke moaned, feeling his legs grow weak. Fuck, he was so sensitive now.

“Ngh… goshujin-sama, let’s go to your room or something, at least.”

Jotaro detached from his nipple with a pop, looking up at him harshly. “I don’t wanna wait. Get on your hands and knees.”

Whimpering, Josuke got down, and immediately Jotaro ripped his pants down to his knees.

“You’ve got a huge butt.”

“I know. You always tell me.”

Jotaro slapped his ass hard, making him yelp. “Say ‘yes master’!”

“W-What?” Josuke blinked back at him. Another slap made him comply, tearing up. “Y-yes master!”

“My mom doesn’t even have as big a butt as you.” He groped him harder, little hands pulling his cheeks apart and watching them jiggle back into place. “Are you a slut?”

“Huh!?” Josuke stared back at him, eyes wide. “W-Who taught you that word!?”

“I heard it at school.” Jotaro fished his dick out, stroking it. It looked massive in his little hand. “They said girls with big tits and asses are sluts. And you’ve got both, so you’re a slut, right?”

Josuke stammered incoherently, having no damn clue how to respond. Jotaro shoved his dick between his cheeks and mounted him.

“And sluts love dicks, so I bet you really like this.”

He started thrusting, his usual animalistic pace, kissing Josuke’s neck and grabbing his tits, squeezing on his nipples like he was a cow. Josuke moaned. His arms trembled, and he dropped down onto his elbows, back arched as Jotaro’s hips slammed his ass over and over. He was so rough. He just used him like an object and threw him aside, just to pick him up again the second his dick was ready for more. Other times Josuke’d come over, he’d ended up practically slathered in cum, with Jotaro still humping his ass until moments before his parents came home. He was insatiable. And even Josuke with all his teen libido couldn’t keep up.

Suddenly, Jotaro’s cock caught on his hole, stopping his pace for a second and making Josuke yelp. Even just the tip, just for a moment, was a stretch. Unfortunately, Jotaro noticed his reaction. He pulled apart his fat cheeks, exposing his hole, and rubbed his dick experimentally against it.

“That’s gross, master.” Josuke said desperately. “I-It’s not for having fun. Don’t touch it.”

Jotaro pushed his thumb against his asshole, wiggling the first joint inside. Josuke squirmed, wiggling his hips, his breath quickening at the stimulation in a place he’d never thought would feel good. Maybe it was just being compromised like this, being dominated and forced open. Wait, what the fuck was he saying? Was he THAT used to this messed-up situation already!?

“I can put my dick in here, right? You just don’t want me to.”

“Nope!” Josuke’s voice pitched in panic. “No, definitely not, d-“

Jotaro rammed his cockhead in, making Josuke cry out, his upper body losing all strength and collapsing to the ground. It was so big. It was so much stretch. But he was tingling like crazy, his dick quickly getting harder as Jotaro rammed more and more inside. He hugged Josuke’s waist, nestled all the way in and panting softly.

“It feels good.” He moaned. “You’re squeezing me so hard.”

Josuke couldn’t reply. He was still adjusting to having so much cock inside him, crushing his g-spot and making his legs shake before Jotaro had even moved. He felt Jotaro weakly shift around, before smacking his ass.

“You’ve gotta move instead of me, dumb slut. It’s too hard.”

He wasn’t strong enough to pull back out?? Josuke got up slowly, tears in his eyes, shifting until he was sat on Jotaro’s lap. His fat ass covered it completely, touching the ground either side of Jotaro’s skinny thighs and pressing up against his belly button. Josuke sat there for a moment, wondering if he could really bring himself to do this. Everything else they’d done was Jotaro forcing himself on him. If he took the lead like this…

But he couldn’t stop, could he. Or Jotaro would tell. He was his slut-wife forever, like it or not.

Josuke rose up and plunged down again quickly, legs too wobbly to hold him up for long before his ass came slamming back down on Jotaro’s bitch-breaker. Jotaro’s hands latched onto him again, teasing his dick and plump nipples, pressing against his stomach. When Josuke bottomed out again, he felt what Jotaro was feeling— his huge dick pressing out his stomach, making a little bulge that Jotaro was stroking obsessively. His hands were growing feverish on him, running all over like he couldn’t decide what he wanted more. Josuke’s dick was aching, every brush of his little hand making him whimper and quicken his pace, bouncing on his huge shota cock over and over, feeling it split him open and pound into his prostate. His ass was bouncing and jiggling against Jotaro’s torso, his tits shaking with every thrust. His face was flushed and sweaty, mouth fallen open in an ‘O’ as he kept moaning louder and louder, getting lost in being Jotaro’s whore regardless of how wrong it was. Maybe this would be the thing to finally break him.

“So big… you’re so big…” Josuke groaned out, practically drooling.

Jotaro clung to him, moaning, hands fumbling as the pleasure overwhelmed him. “Josuke… more… don’t stop.”

And Josuke kept on pounding him, both of them so sweaty and desperate, minds filled with nothing but the thought of cumming, knowing even when they did they’d just keep fucking.

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A few years had passed, and though things had changed a lot they were still just the same as ever. Josuke and Jotaro still fucked every single day, growing more horny and insatiable with every orgasm they had. Jotaro had started puberty, and at thirteen he was almost as tall as Josuke, lanky but shredded with powerful muscles. He could pound Josuke with ease now, pin him down in any position and make him take his cock for hours. And Josuke, thanks to Jotaro, had changed too. Maybe from the constant groping, or maybe from being fucked so much, his body seemed to have become convinced he needed to carry a baby— his hips had gotten wider, and his little tits had swollen with milk. He was truly Jotaro’s slut now, body changed to fit his desires, mind broken to accept his incestuous underaged cock.

Josuke had just moved out into his first apartment, staying close to home so he could keep serving his husband. Jotaro was going to sleep over, and for the first time, they could do what they wanted with no fear of being caught. The thought made Josuke shiver, knowing how demanding Jotaro had become. Even when they could fuck for hours, he could tell he was still riled up afterwards, not ready to stop. It’d be a miracle if they got any sleep.

He heard a knock on the door and got up, peeking through the peephole to make sure Jotaro came alone. He had. Josuke quickly threw off his dressing robe, leaving him naked, and cracked the door open enough to pull Jotaro in before pinning him against it, smashing their lips together. Jotaro kissed back enthusiastically, groping his ass and shoving two fingers inside. Josuke was so good at taking it now, even if Jotaro’s ever-growing cock was still a struggle.

Their mouths parted for a second. Josuke breathed out, “Where do you want me, master?”

Jotaro didn’t even respond. He kissed him again hard, undoing his pants to fish his monster dick out before hooking Josuke under the knees and lifting him. Turning around, he pressed Josuke against the door and dropped him on his dick, both of them letting out loud moans as they finally got to connect again. Jotaro pounded into him brutally, hips snapping up against his ass, thick cock ravaging his insides and pushing his stomach out. Their mouths didn’t leave each other for a second, their harsh breaths and groans coming around violent kisses, Josuke’s arms wrapped around him pushing his middle-school cap off and tugging at his hair. Their first fuck was always like this, so desperate they couldn’t even stop to think, just needed to touch each other as much as physically possible.

Josuke came all over himself, ass clamping down on Jotaro’s massive middle-schooler cock. It was enough to take Jotaro over the edge, so pent up was he after a whole day not slamming Josuke’s insides. His thick cum poured into Josuke, overflowing to drip down on his new wooden floors. Josuke moaned giddily, the scent of cum going right to his head and making him totally dumb.

Jotaro carried him over to the couch and dropped him down, rocking against his ass and kissing his tits while he built up his hard-on again. Josuke ran his fingers through his hair, encouraging him towards his nipples. When he got a bit too insistent, Jotaro bit him, glaring up at him.

“I tell you what to do, slut.” He spat. “If your stupid tits are full, then you should’ve done something about it yourself. Just lie there and take what I give you.”

“Okay… sorry, master…”

Jotaro spat on his hair, and whatever flare of anger Josuke might’ve once felt at that only flickered briefly. He was long used to being degraded.

Josuke could feel him growing hard again, stretching his hole bit by bit as his cock engorged. Jotaro started pounding properly into him again, kissing and biting his neck, pulling his hair to keep him in place. His poor sensitive prostate was tingling, the pleasure far too overwhelming— he never got much of a chance to recover before Jotaro came and ravaged him again. But worse were his full milky tits, bouncing and aching with every thrust, pink and firm and desperate to let down. Josuke winced, trying to hide his pain. But as Jotaro sped up, he couldn’t help but let out a little whimper. Big mistake. Jotaro’s head immediately snapped up, a furious glare on his face.

“What? Are you whining, bitch?”

“No, no…”

“You goddamn needy slut, do they hurt that much? You gotta get all demanding?” He slapped Josuke’s tits, making him whine. They were so sore they felt bruised, and Jotaro’s roughness only made it worse.

“I’m sorry, master…” Josuke whimpered. “It’s- you don’t need to do anything.They’re there whenever you feel like it.”

“If I ever feel like it, stupid bitch.” Jotaro snarled. “Do you think you deserve it?”

“N-No…”

“What do you deserve?”

“Nothing…” Josuke chewed his lip nervously. “I’m- I’m just your cumdump.”

“Right. You’re just some braindead hole for me to fuck.”

He placed his hand on Josuke’s throat, and Josuke winced, praying to not get punished. Too bad. Jotaro pressed down, putting all his weight into crushing his throat as he started slamming into him again. Over and over, his massive cock tore Josuke’s ass apart, overwhelming him with excruciating pleasure, while he choked and gurgled desperately for air, his lungs burning and his vision fading to black. At the last second before he passed out, Jotaro lifted his hand, letting him heave in a few deep breaths before he choked him out again. Jotaro loved this, he knew. Every time he choked or beat him, his hips moved so much more urgently. His cock must’ve been throbbing watching Josuke struggle, covering him with fresh bruises over and over, using up every little bit of his body.

Josuke was hardly aware Jotaro came again, his mind fuzzy from lack of oxygen. Jotaro let him go, and he gulped down air for a while, the room spinning as he came back to. When he’d fully recovered, so had Jotaro— bending him in a mating press and slamming into him again, each pull out drawing up globs of the huge amount of cum already inside him. His lips were latched around his fat nipple, sucking it dry. Josuke smiled and gently stroked his hair.

Several hours had passed. They’d fucked practically nonstop, pausing only to eat some food (and even then, Josuke had been warming his cock). Now, Josuke was drained, laying in his bed too exhausted to move while Jotaro continued to thrust inside him. The bedsheets were wet with cum and sweat, they were both sticky and filthy. Josuke was so oversensitive it ached and he could barely think straight anymore. And Jotaro was still using him, like the worthless piece of rapemeat he was.

He must’ve been starting to drift off, because Jotaro slapped his cheek. “Oi. Wake up, fucking whore. I’m not done.”

“Sorry.” Josuke slurred. He shook his head, trying to keep himself awake, but the exhaustion was overwhelming.

Jotaro pulled out of him, bending him into a new position before slamming into him again. Josuke’s ass was so full of cum it squelched with every thrust. He moaned weakly, his prostate throbbing, unable to bear being rubbed any longer. He had no clue how many times he’d cum. His dick was still hard but he just came dry now, utterly spent of everything inside him.

Vaguely the thought occurred that this could be life forever now. Now that he had his own place, there’d be nothing stopping Jotaro from fucking him like this every single day. And maybe one day, when Jotaro was an adult, they’d live together, and he’d be used even more, degraded and defiled until he was truly nothing but a brainless sex doll. Could things ever have turned out differently? Was it his fault Jotaro was like this?

He woke up sharply as his head was slammed against the bedside table, a sharp pain in his skull making him want to cry out, but all he managed was a weak groan. They’d changed positions again. Jotaro grabbed him by the ruined hair and pulled his face to his cock. Thick throbbing meat slammed down his throat, and Jotaro pulled him back and forth by the hair like he was nothing but a fleshlight. Josuke groaned around him, trying to work his tongue to please him, but god it felt like every speck of energy was drained from him down to his bones. He sucked and tongued him, tried to fondle his balls, and Jotaro just got rougher and rougher, pulling him faster, choking him with his cock and moaning when his throat convulsed desperately. Soon he pushed Josuke down and just mounted his face, humping him like a dog, so fast and violent Josuke could barely breathe. Jotaro came down his throat and kept on going, not even stopping for a second, just groaning and mumbling as he kept on chasing his high. Josuke couldn’t keep up anymore. The world started fading and he passed out.

If he was like this at only thirteen, how much higher would his libido be in a few years?

Josuke woke up late the next morning, lying in a puddle of sticky dry fluids with Jotaro still thrusting shallowly inside his ass. He was fast asleep, snoring and hugging him tight, but still couldn’t stop fucking him, his dick-half hard and spewing precum into Josuke’s well-overfilled ass.

Josuke whimpered, trying to stretch out. His whole body hurt so much. Especially his ass, which was loose and sloppy and throbbing from the insane amount of overstimulation he’d endured. As he tried to sit up a little to check the time, he felt strong arms pulling him back to bed. Jotaro kissed his neck possessively, thrusting into his ass harder.

“Morning.” He mumbled, biting Josuke’s bruised neck. “You’re fuckin’ loose.”

Josuke held back a retort, not wanting any more violence. “I’m sorry, master.”

“Mgh. Squeeze down. Got morning wood.”

How the fuck was that even possible? Josuke had heard something about the ‘Joestar genes’ before, making men bigger and stronger, but did it make them fucking breeding studs too?

He tried to clench down on Jotaro’s cock, his sore muscles trembling with the strain. A fat gob of cum squeezed out of him and down his thighs. Jotaro sighed, rolling to pin him down so he could rut into him faster.

“Mom’s not picking me up til the afternoon. Wanna fuck you as much as possible til then.”

Josuke had to stop himself from audibly whimpering.

“Great! Anything for you, master.”