Mickey tapped Roger’s balls again with more force, entranced by how he twitched in response. Mickey slid his fingers down, and he spanked Roger’s cock against his thighs.
“Ah! Master!” Roger moaned, clinging to the side of the car for support. “Please… I can’t…!”
“Yes, you can.” Mickey spanked his cock again, stroking him lightly before popping him once more. “You can, and you will. You’ve been a filthy little slut, and I’ve gotta punish you, remember?”
“No… I…” Roger’s head dropped down, and he weakly pushed his hips back toward Mickey’s waiting hand. “Yes, master. I remember. I just… I just wanna be good for you.”
“And you’re gonna let me spank your cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes, master.”
“You really do like it, huh?” Mickey spanked his cock harder, and he watched as Roger’s legs trembled. He grabbed his dick and squeezed down hard, smiling when he saw how much precum he was leaking. “Look at you. You’re getting so fuckin’ wet.”
“I don’t, I don’t like it,” Roger argued.
“No?” Mickey pressed his fingers back inside of Roger’s ass, pushing deep as he smacked at his balls. He could feel Roger’s body clenching around his fingers, and he loved how he trembled before him. He smacked his balls again, as hard as he dared, and Roger let out a shout that made Mickey shiver.
“I can’t… mmm… master…” Roger sounded drunk, his breathing erratic as he grinded back on Mickey’s hand. It almost seemed to be unconscious, his body naturally drawn to having something inside of it and fucking it. “It’s too much…”
“Just a few more,” Mickey soothed as he thrust his fingers, rearing back with his other hand to spank Roger’s cock, several cruel smacks back to back. He could hardly believe how Roger kept squeezing down on him, crying and sobbing for him as each little spank drove him toward the edge.
Yes, that’s what was happening. He was gonna make Roger come just by spanking his dick like he did back at the bar. He could force Roger to orgasm just like this and leave him whimpering on the ground like the little slut he was.
Mickey traced a single finger down Roger’s cock, flushed a deep shade of red from all the intense spanks. He swirled around the wet head and brought his finger to his mouth to taste him.
Roger didn’t deserve to come.
Not yet.
“Do you understand who you fuckin’ belong to now?” Mickey asked.
“Yes, master.” Roger groaned desperately. “I do. I’m yours. I’m all yours, okay?”
“Did you let your fuck buddy do this shit to you? Would you let him spank your cock like I do?”
“No, master. Never! Only you, I swear. Only you get to do that.”
“Good boy.” Mickey tapped Roger’s legs so he would spread them and release himself. He crowded behind him, reaching around to grab his cock and pet him roughly. “Mmm, you’re hurting, aren’t you?”
“It’s okay, master.” Roger’s head dropped back against Mickey’s shoulder. “I was bad. I had to be punished. I’m such a slut…” He sighed as Mickey started to stroke him. “Just, mmm, just a little tender.”
Mickey’s chest felt too tight holding Roger like this, and the way he surrendered himself over made his heart stumble over its rhythm like a drunk trying to stand up. He would probably never understand why, but Roger had chosen to give this exquisite power over his body to Mickey and him alone.
“Come on. Get in the car,” Mickey ordered, pushing Roger away and opening the door. “I wanna fuck you in the backseat.” He moved the seat up and ordered, “Face down.”
“Yes… Yes, master.” Roger flashed a weary smile and wiggled the rest of the way out of his pants. He brushed by Mickey and shakily crawled into the back of the car. He stretched out on his stomach and arched his ass up.
Mickey checked his wallet and made a face when he realized he’d never restocked on protection.
Fuck it.
Roger was his, and he could fuck him however he wanted to.
“Master, please. I need your dick.” Roger spread his legs enticingly, one of his feet fumbling on the floorboards as he tried to get comfortable.
“Be right there.” Mickey dropped his pants to his knees, gave his cock a slathering of lube, and climbed into the back on top of Roger. He shoved Roger’s face against the seat as he said, “I’m gonna fuck you bare. Like the little slut you are.”
“Mmmm, yes, master,” Roger groaned loudly. “God, yes. Yeah, fuck me, fill me up. Make me yours, please, please, make me fuckin’ yours.”
