“Yes, master.” Roger’s chest was rising and falling fast, and he pushed himself down on Mickey’s cock. “Fuck, please… I’ll be so good. I’ll take it. I’ll take anything you want.”
“You fuckin’ brat.” Mickey’s cock was trying to get hard again, and he gave Roger a small thrust before he popped him. “I know you will. You always do.”
Roger squirmed, and his cock flexed beneath Mickey’s tight grip. Every tap was making him writhe, and Mickey could see more pre-cum bubbling up at the tip of his dick. Another spank, harder than before, made Roger jerk and slam his hips down.
“Mmm, there you go.” Mickey rocked forward lazily, rubbing Roger’s cock to ease the sting. “Look at you. You’re so fuckin’ hard. Bet it hurts. And you’re still trying to get another load in you.”
“Yes,” Roger hissed, trying to push down with more purpose. “I want, I want more. I want to make you come again… while you get me off.”
Mickey’s cock was swelling in response to Roger’s fervent grinding, and he cracked his hand across Roger’s dick even harder to hear him moan. “It doesn’t matter what you want. It’s only what I want. Do you understand?”
Roger had dropped flat on his back, covering his mouth and whimpering pitifully. “Yes, master… Mmph. Ah, fuck… I’m just, I’m just so close.” He dragged his hands up into his hair and pulled. “Please.”
“Not yet.” Mickey shifted back with a groan. He pulled out, wet with cum and lube, and he smacked the underside of Roger’s thigh. “Roll over. Now.”
Roger went with a low whine, stretching out on his stomach and spreading his legs. “Are you gonna let me come, master?”
“Maybe.” Mickey mounted him, and he slid his cock between his cheeks, playing in the wetness leaking out from his hole. “I shouldn’t. I should make you wait. I should punish you for being such a fuckin’ brat.”
“But I’m being good now,” Roger protested.
“Yeah, but then you got me hard again and now I’ve gotta fuck you.” Mickey kept pushing, his cock grinding and slipping until it finally caught. He inhaled, watching his cock smoothly vanish inside the tight heat of Roger’s hole.
“Mmm, master… I’m sorry, you just feel so good.” Roger melted against the floor, and he sighed contentedly as Mickey sank down to the hilt.
Mickey braced himself on his elbows and reared his hips back, dropping down with a very satisfying smack. “Ohhh, fuck yes.”
“God, yes, give it to me, master!” Roger gasped.
“Shhh, shut up.” Mickey pounded into him, grunting as he let himself go.
He used his knees to force Roger’s legs to spread wider, fucking him ruthlessly. He pressed himself against Roger’s back, drilling into him like a dog in heat and biting down on Roger’s shoulder.
“Oh,God!” Roger wailed. “Master!”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Mickey hissed. He looked around for something—anything—to muffle Roger’s cries. He saw his underwear over on the floor from where he’d kicked them off earlier and shoved them in Roger’s mouth without ever losing rhythm.
“Mmm!” Roger moaned, and he dropped his head. “Mmm, mmph, hrmph.”
“Much better.” Mickey snarled as he picked up the pace. He slid his arms beneath Roger, holding him close as he fucked him. It was filthy, rutting like two animals down on the floor, and Mickey loved it.
Roger would let him do whatever he wanted, and that rush of power was intoxicating.
And whatever Mickey did, Roger would always want him.
That revelation squeezed Mickey’s heart.
It didn’t matter how many people Mickey killed or how many people he hurt as a result of what he did…
Even his own grandfather.
Mickey pushed out the intruding rush of emotions, biting down on Roger’s shoulder until he screamed into the fabric in his mouth. He let go with a growl, and he tried to refocus the surge of anger and guilt overwhelming him. He tilted his hips, giving himself access to spank the side of Roger’s ass.
He smacked him again and again, pouring all he had into the ruthless pounding of his cock and the swing of his hand. When he finally came, he thought he was going to pass out from the swell of sensation. His eyes were stinging, and his legs shook as he collapsed on top of Roger.
Roger was whimpering, and yet he was still weakly grinding back on Mickey’s cock.
“Good boy,” Mickey managed to whisper. He pulled out, his head still spinning as he rolled Roger over onto his back. Without hesitation, he bowed his head and sucked Roger’s cock into his mouth.
