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Butters had planned for his first time to be after he had got married, and to the one he loved… Well uhm, he did love Dr. Janus but he was a german pedophile ass guy pretending to be a chink. Even so, he couldn’t resist his charm. So now he laid on his bed, Dr. Janus above Butters and holding a gun.
Butters shuddered as he felt the cold metal drag across his stomach, he couldn’t help but smile. “Gee, I’ve never done this before…” he said nervously. Dr. Janus just smiled at the response, he obviously didn’t either though lmaoo
Dr. Janus gripped Butters’ thighs and pinned his wrists above his head. He felt powerful, less pathetic than he actually is. He thought Butters was superior to him because he was a pure bred aryan with blonde hair and blue eyes, really the fact that he was letting him do this was awesome or whatever idk lol but Dr. Janus is really horny.
He released his wrists and dragged his fingers across his stomach, Dr Janus felt Butters’ heart racing and he pressed the cold metal of the gun against his skin once more.
Butters squealed when he did that and he tensed up, even more than he already was before. He looked down to the gun and then looked back to Dr. Janus who had noticed his reaction, “I’ll be careful.” His words had only slightly calmed Butters down but this was thrilling. He closed his eyes and breathed in before breathing out again.
Dr. Janus ran his hands over Butters’ body and then he placed his hands on his chest and squeezed them. Butters’ back arched, pressing his chest more firmly against Dr. Janus’ hands. He whimpered, feeling his hands on him. “Dr. Janus… pls… I want that therapist dih” Butters said.
Dr. Janus’ touch managed to pleasure butters surprisingly well, his mind was racing, he still couldn’t believe his own therapist was touching him
He's a pedophile, Butters wants them all dead but Dr. Janus was (and this is what BUTTERS thought BTW SHUT THE FUCK UP) hot. He thought for a second about his girlfriend, Charlotte, but he quickly forgot when he felt Dr. Janus’ cock throb against his thigh. This both disgusted and excited him.
Butters’ hand crept to his mouth, stifling a gasp as Dr. Janus’ fingers found his sensitive dick between his legs. "Guilt," Butters muttered under his breath, the word tasting bitter on his tongue. Yet even as he despised himself for betraying his own kind, he couldn't deny the dark, twisted pleasure Dr. Janus’ touch ignited within his very soul.
With a moan, he surrendered to the forbidden heat building between them, his hips rotating in a slow, sensual grind against Dr. Janus’ waiting cock. With a primal growl, Dr. Janus slammed into Butters, burying himself deep within his untried confines. His body was a vice around him, the slick heat of his ass enveloping his thick cock as he began to thrust with ruthless abandon.
Butters’ back bowed off the mattress, his head thrown back in a silent scream of ecstasy as the world narrowed to nothing but the primal rhythm of mating. Each deep, powerful stroke brought him closer to the precipice of release, the forbidden pleasure of taboo lust consuming him utterly.
Dr. Janus’ strong arms pinned Butters’ wrists above his head, his hips pistoning relentlessly as he claimed him with a fervor that left no doubt he intended to mark him as his. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a crude, animalistic symphony that spoke of the raw, unbridled passion consuming them both.
Lost in the throes of forbidden desire, Butters’ mind surrendered to the primal urge driving his body. His hips rose to meet his with growing desperation, his ass clenching around his throbbing cock in a desperate bid for release. "Ah.. Oh hamburgers..," Butters panted, his voice rasping with need, "Harder... make me yours..."
Dr. Janus’ eyes glittered with malevolent triumph as he plundered Butters’ depths, his cock driving into him again and again with brutal, unrelenting force. The pale skin of his wrists was slick with sweat beneath his grasp, his frame shaking like a leaf as he rode him with ruthless intensity.
"Heh," Butters hissed, his voice low and husky with lust, "Take me... Make me yours, Dr. Janus..." The words spilled from his lips unbidden, a twisted confession of the taboo desire that consumed him very much.
With a guttural snarl, Dr. Janus gripped Butters’ hips, his fingers digging into his tender flesh as he pounded into him with a savagery that bordered on feral. The bed creaked and shook, the headboard slamming against the wall in a frantic rhythm that mirrored the frantic pace of their coupling.
Butters’ eyes rolled back in his head, his mind fractured by the relentless tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm his senses. "Gee," Butters whimpered, his voice barely audible over the slick sound of their bodies mating, "I'm... I'm going to..."
At the precipice of his climax, a feral cry tore from Butters’ lips, his body arching in a silent scream of ecstasy as the first wave of pleasure crashed over him. His insides clamped like a vice around Dr. Janus’ throbbing cock, the sensation of him driving deep, stretching his untried passage to its very limits, pushing him into the stratosphere of unrelenting bliss.
Dr. Janus felt his fluttering walls, the primal signals his body was giving him, and he knew he was about to come undone. With a roar of savage triumph, he gave him one last brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt within his convulsing depths.
The sensation of his thick cock pulsing, throbbing, as he erupted deep inside Butters, marked by the unmistakable warmth of his seed flooding inside of his rear, sent Butters careening into oblivion. His climax was a maelstrom of white-hot pleasure, a blinding explosion of sensation that left him gasping for air, his body trembling in the aftermath of such intense bliss.
As the waves of ecstasy gradually subsided, Butters’ gaze clashed with Dr. Janus, his blue eyes wide and unfocused, the afterglow of their illicit passion still simmering in the depths of his young soul. He can’t believe he let him do that, his dad prolly fucked him better than dr janus LMAOAOAOOA