Jim and Matt were both compelled to answer their owner's question.
"No!" they both said, Jim's response barely audible through his weeping.
"Then how about this? Matt, replace your finger with your cock."
Matt vaguely wondered if the imprecise wording of this order, which could have meant many strange things, would stop him from
having to comply, but even as he thought this he found that his body was uncontrollably bringing his erecting penis to his father's
butt. Something about the spell was taking care of all of the details.
Jim screamed when his son's cock penetrated him, even more so when Don, delighted and curious, ordered Matt to pump in and
out. He watched the tiny boy's butt flex and thrust, and equally enjoyed that the tiny boy's face looked both mortified and pleasured
by this turn of events.
"How do you like this, Jim?"
"I-I h-hate it, sir!" the older man cried.
"No, you love it," Don laughed.
"I-I love it..."
Jim's tears and snuffling tapered off, but he was still grunting as a new pleasure overtook him, washing over his little body like a
wave. He DID love it. He loved getting fucked! But that was wrong, wasn't it? But how could it be, if he loved it so much? He knew
that the spell was messing with his mind, but he could not figure out just how. It was so confusing, and he hated being a helpless
pet, and he was unable to focus when his ass felt SO GOOD.
"You love it when your son fucks you, don't you."
"Y-yes... YES!"
"And you want to do it whenever you can."
"Yes, sir!"
Don just chuckled as the emotions battled across his pets' faces. He loved being in control of two men, as small as they were. And
he wanted more.