“Good boy.” Mickey smoothed down Roger’s hair to reward him, and he watched as his plump ass was bared. There was a plastic clunk, something falling out of Roger’s back pocket as he shoved his pants down. “The fuck is that?”
Roger laughed. “Oh, just a little something.”
Mickey kneeled down to see what it was, and he snorted as he picked up a small bottle. “You brought fuckin’ lube?”
“I’m an eternal optimist.”
“Fuckin’ freak,” Mickey said affectionately. He stood and pocketed the bottle for now, sliding his hand over Roger’s ass.
Christ, he could feel Rogershudderat his touch.
Not wasting another moment, Mickey swung back and smacked Roger’s ass.
“Yes! Fu-uccck!” Roger wailed, his knees nearly buckling. He had to hold onto the side of the car to steady himself, pushing his hips back for more.
There it was; that delicious rush he’d been missing. The thrill of taking total control, putting Roger in his place and watching him writhe. He spanked him again, harder, captivated by the way Roger’s cheek bounced and pinked up where he’d struck him.
“God, fuck yeah.” Roger’s breath was labored, and he cried out when Mickey popped his ass with even more force.
“This is for showin’ up with that fuckin’ mark on your neck. Rubbing it in my damn face you fucked someone else, even though this ass is mine.”
“Mmm, I’m sorry, sir… so very sorry.”
Mickey spanked him hard enough to make his hand sting, several strikes in quick succession. He loved how Roger took it all, moaning and crying his name so beautifully. He’d missed this so much.
Pulling out the lube from his pocket, Mickey poured some on his fingers and rubbed over Roger’s hole. He roughly pressed in one finger, savoring the slick heat.
He shouldn’t have been surprised by how soft and open Roger already was, and he easily slid in two more fingers. “Someone had some real high fuckin’ hopes about how this was gonna go down.”
“Like I said, very optimistic.”
“Spread your ass for me. Right now.”
Roger reached back and grabbed his cheeks, pulling them apart to bare his hole.
Mickey pulled out his fingers, eyeing Roger’s asshole and aiming a light smack there. He watched Roger jerk in surprise, listened to him moan, and he spanked him a little harder. He wanted to punish Roger for letting anyone else fuck him, and he wasn’t going to stop until he was satisfied. “This? This fuckin’ hole here? It’s mine.”
Whimpering, Roger nodded. “Yes… Fuck, it’s yours.”
Mickey spanked his asshole again, relishing in the wet smack it made and how pink the skin around it began to turn. He reached between Roger’s legs, grabbing his cock and pulling it back between his legs. “Close your fuckin’ legs.”
“The fuck?” Roger sounded dazed. “You want me to make a fuckin’ fruit basket?”
Mickey yanked on Roger’s dick. “Do it. Now.”
“Fuck. You can’t be serious! What are you—”
“Now.” Mickey pulled again, hard enough to make Roger yelp.
“Okay! Mmm, fuck!” Roger reached down, pushing his balls and cock back between his thighs and closing his legs tight. “Mm, like this, master?”
“Yes. Was that so fuckin’ hard?” Mickey smirked as he ghosted his fingers over Roger’s dick, lightly rubbing the dripping head. He palmed his balls, stretched and certainly tender like this, and he spanked them softly.
“Oh, fuck.” Roger’s next moan was breathless, deep, and he shuddered against the car.
“Like that, hmm?”
“No… mmm, no, I fuckin’ don’t.” Roger didn’t sound very convincing.
