Scrooge McDuck sits at his desk, tapping his fingers on the surface holding the usual scowl on his face. It’s been a while since he’s had a moment alone with his nephew, Donald. Besides going over taxes and counting his money, spending time with his nephew was one of the few things that made him truly at his happiest. Lately, a bit of quality time isn’t quite possible. Huey, Dewey, and Louie are spending time with their uncle, Donald, leaving their great uncle, Scrooge, to sulk away in his office. It’s not that he doesn’t love his great nephews, he simply doesn’t have the energy to keep up with their silly games. They are, however, old enough to be alone without a sitter for all of only twenty or so minutes. Making up his mind, Scrooge presses a small button next to an intercom speaker on his desk.
	“Donald, my boy!” he says cheerfully and politely, “Could I see you in my office, please?”
	“He’s busy!” Louie calls up to the speaker on the wall.
	“Yeah!” Huey calls, leaning on his brother, Dewey, “We need him to be our quarterback!” He hands Dewy a foam football, which is kicked clear across the room, smacking the intercom on the wall.
	“Perhaps I wasn’t all that clear,” Scrooge says, getting a bit annoyed, “Donald!” he scowls, “Get your tails feathers in here right now!” he scolds.
	“Y-yes, Uncle Scrooge! C-c-coming!” the nervous duck stammers, un-clinging Louie from his right leg, “Right away!”

	Donald rushes into the office and closes the door behind him. The office is posh with a warm, earthy tone as its theme. The place reeks of wealth and class, what with all of the dark wood shelving and cabinets; the dark red, leather sofas sit parallel to a fireplace with a dark wood coffee table separating them as they face each other. On either end of the sofas is a dark end table with a small lamp on each, both having black lampshades. One would think that McDuck was an accountant or some kind of CEO to have an office this classy, but in truth, he’s simply a rich, old duck.
	“I’m here. What is it, Uncle Scrooge?” Donald asks in his barely-understandable dialect.
	“I think you know why you’re here. The bills are paid, the gold is counted, tax forms and IRS documents are all sorted, paid, and accounted for…” Scrooge says, leaning back in his chair, “I’ve grown a bit thirsty.”
	“I can get you some water or…”
	“No, Donald,” Scrooge says standing from his leather office chair, “I think you know what I’m thirsty for.”
	“Aww, Uncle Scrooge… now? I gotta watch the triplets!”
	“What are you complaining about?” Scrooge asks, “You’re the one who doesn’t have to do anything, besides… remember our little agreement?”
	
	Scrooge signs a document with a black fountain pen, “There… now according to this, if you let me - whenever I so choose - you get to remain in my will!”
	“In your will? All this cash would be mine?” Donald asks.
	“Don’t get too excited, Boy. Save the energy for later!”
	“Uncle, for this kind of cash, I think I’d have no problem getting excited!”

	“So? Ring a bell?” Scrooge says, holding up the very same document signed only days ago, “Whenever I so choose. You let me suck off your little ducky cock and all my money is yours when I’m gone from this God-awful planet.”
	“Little?! Why I oughta…”
	“Easy there. You wouldn’t want to blow one of those little nuts,” Scrooge teases.
	“Little!” Donald’s face begins to turn red. In anger, he lifts his shirt and shows off his crotch. His flaccid cock is rather impressive, so that can only mean when erect, it’s the perfect size for his uncle. “Does that look little to you?!”
	“Hmm…” Scrooge says, coming around his desk and getting to his knees before Donald. He looks at his nephew’s cock, closing an eye, pretending to really search for it, “Where is it, exactly?”
	“Ooogghh!” Donald groans out of frustration. He grabs the back of his uncle’s head and slams his beak into his groin, “See it now!?”
	Scrooge grins as he pops the flaccid cock into his mouth, working his tongue around it gently, looking up at his foolish nephew. That was easy, the poor sod. Though he’s going to be set for life when I’m gone because of this, I guess I don’t feel that bad.
	Donald’s red face turns from anger to embarrassment as he feels his uncle’s tongue on his member which slowly grows, thickening and pulsating as it grows harder. He leans back against his uncle’s desk, gripping it firmly. Scrooge can feel the veiny, fleshy rod growing in his mouth, nearly reaching the back of his throat. The wait kills him and he can’t anymore - he places his hand between Donald’s legs, gripping the duck’s firm ass, pulling Donald closer to himself so he can take his nephew’s cock even deeper.
	“Aagh-y-y-yeaa-a-a-ahh!” Donald moans, thrusting forward a bit into his uncle’s bill. He can feel the soft, wet, warm texture of Scrooge’s tongue over his cock, helping it grow to full mast. A bit of precum begins to ooze from his tip, forcing its way into Scrooge’s throat. Scrooge swallows the tasty bead, craving more of the salty sensation. “Ooh, Uncle Scrooge,” Donald moans, thrusting forward a bit, doing his best to keep his voice down, should the triplets hear him.
	Scrooge bobs his head faster, sucking harder and not even minding his saliva. The corners of his bill are soaked with spittle as he continues sucking and slurping over the throbbing member. He focuses on only one thing: getting Donald to cum in the back of his throat, a sensation he’s truly come to be positively in love with. Oh, the way it shoots down my throat, coating my tonsils! I must have it! Don’t hold out on me, Donald! Scrooge sucks harder and faster, his saliva flowing heavily from his mouth and dampening Donald’s feathers.
	“U-uncle Scrooge…” Donald groans, tipping his head back and breathing heavily. His cock stiffens and throbs harder. He can feel his uncle’s uvula softly pressing on the tip, soon feeling the back of Scrooge’s throat. “God, I’m gonna bust,” Donald moans, his balls tightening while being fondled in Scrooge’s free hand. He tenses up and thrusts forward, quacking loudly as he bends backward onto his uncle’s desk, his cock slipping further into Scrooge’s throat. The force is unbelievable; Donald’s cum shoots out of his tip as he groans, screaming in pleasure a bit over excited as his seed sprays down his uncle’s throat. “Aaa-aagh! Y-y-yeah! S-swallow that cum!” 
	Scrooge gulps and gasps over the large load, swallowing every drop of seed his nephew has to offer. Oh, God, the flavor! The sweet, sweet, warm cum feels so good in my throat! If I weren’t so old, I’d be able to get it up for Donald to suck me off too, but for now, I think I’m content with this.
	
	Louie closes the door to his great uncle’s office the rest of the way, “Uhm… Dewey? Huey? I think we have a problem. Or… maybe we have blackmail.” he smirks, “Boys, huddle up!”