“Go, go, go!” Hayde insisted.
As Kinzer relaxed into Hayde’s wishes, he pulled his pelvis back and pushed it forward, again and again.
Hayde beat his fists against the bed. His abs shifted about as he squirmed and writhed in pain.
Kinzer leaned forward and cupped his hand behind Hayde’s neck. He wrapped his other hand around Hayde’s leg, giving him leverage to control his prisoner’s movements.
He worked his dick into Hayde, seeing how far Hayde would be able to take it.
“Ah, ah, ah.”
Deeper and deeper he went until his dick filled Hayde, whose eyes started watering.
“Fuck me!” Hayde pleaded. “Fuck me for everything I’ve done to you.”
The words evoked the rage he felt for Hayde for having lied to him… for having gotten Maggie abducted… for having fucked his Janka.
Kinzer allowed the hatred to consume his thoughts, the sort of hatred that just made him want revenge, and he thrust his dick forward, each time, intending to hurt Hayde’s insides more than the last, intending them to act as a sort of spanking, to create pain to compensate for the cruelty he’d enacted upon him.
But as much damage as he was surely doing to Hayde’s hole, he equally felt a burn on the sides of his shaft as their flesh wore at one another’s.
Hayde bashed his fist against Kinzer’s arm, a seeming retaliation for the punishment.
Kinzer pulled out of Hayde, whose eyes widened in horror, as if the very thought that this sexual experience might end was enough to do him in.
Kinzer gripped his leg and pushed him on his stomach.
He grabbed his hips and forced him to his knees so that his butt lined up with the edge of the bed.
Kinzer forced himself back inside.
Hayde arched back, resting his shoulder blades on Kinzer’s chest.
Kinzer kept one hand on Hayde’s side and wrapped his other arm around Hayde so that he could stroke his navel with his thumb.
Hayde cried out, his voice cracking, as Kinzer continued unleashing all his anger at Hayde on his hole.
Hayde punched his fist into Kinzer’s side, a seeming replacement for the bed that he’d been hitting earlier.
Kinzer snatched Hayde’s wrist, preventing him from finding relief in his hit.
He drew his other hand to Hayde’s neck and forced him back so that they were face to face.
Hayde struggled to inch closer, his lips quivering as he begged for a kiss.
Kinzer moved closer, but not close enough to give Hayde that satisfaction. Just close enough to toy with him… to make him believe that such satisfaction might come.
Kinzer pulled back out, grabbed Hayde by his legs, and flipped him on his back. He hoisted him in the air, carried Hayde to the other side of the room, and laid him on the motel desk.
He continued pounding Hayde, who thrashed about, flailing and throwing pens, stationary, and brochures off the desk.
Kinzer was now pulling entirely out of Hayde only to shove himself back in. Hayde screamed through the exchange.
He leaned forward, his gaze pleading, begging for Kinzer to kiss him.
Kinzer finally submitted, wrapping his arms around Hayde as their lips met and Kinzer felt his dick erupt, finally getting the much-needed release.
Hayde’s wings fanned out behind him as he continued trying to scream, even with their lips pressed together.
