“I told you, I’m ready.”
Mickey popped Roger’s ass, not very hard but enough to make him grunt. “You think you can just keep coming in here, night after night, and I’m gonna keep fucking you?”
“Yes?” Roger snickered.
Rearing back, Mickey smacked his hand across Roger’s ass. He was pleased when Roger moaned, and he could see a faint red handprint appearing where he’d struck him. He traced the outline of his fingers one by one. “And if I say no?”
“You wouldn’t,” Roger scoffed.
Mickey spanked him again, aiming for the same spot to really make him writhe. He watched Roger hump the counter with a low whine, and Mickey felt his cock twitch. “Oh, but I might. And what would you do? Run off and whore yourself out some more?”
“Maybe I will,” Roger challenged. “I’ll head over to the glory hole at Legends and pick myself up a bunch of loads. Would you like that? If I came here full of somebody else’s cum?”
“Oh, youslut.” Mickey’s breath caught, and he was absolutely enraged by the very thought. He couldn’t explain why it got him so hard, and he wanted to get his hands on Roger even more. He needed to fuck him within an inch of his life, to make him scream out his name, to remind him who he belonged to.
He spanked Roger with enough force to make his palm sting, basking in the sweet symphony of his pained cries. He knew it was hurting Roger, but it wasn’t about the pain. It was knowing that Roger was going to stay right as he was and take every spank because he belonged to Mickey. He was his, in and out, down to his fuckin’ toes.
Roger wouldn’t stop him because he didn’t want to. He wanted to be a good boy for his master, and that thrill was the sweetest rush of all. Everything Roger did was for Mickey’s delight, and that included taking his punishments. It’s what he needed to be good, and Mickey was certain it was the only way he could function now.
“How fuckin’ dare you,” Mickey hissed, smacking Roger’s ass again, working the underside of his cheek. “You think it’s funny, huh? Trying to piss me off because you wanna get fucked raw?”
“Mmm! I just want you to fuck me!” Roger protested. “I don’t care what it fuckin’ takes.”
“And you think fucking a bunch of guys is gonna work?” Mickey slapped the bottom of Roger’s other cheek. “You wanna go slut it up and come back here when you realize they can’t fuck you like I can? Is that it?”
“If it makes you wanna fuck me, yeah.” Roger moaned when Mickey popped him again, his hips canting forward to grind against the counter. “I’ll do anything. Fuckin’ anything for you. Just don’t tell me no. Please.”
Mickey rubbed the pink welts rising up on Roger’s ass, and he swung back to add another, aiming for the side of Roger’s ass. He watched Roger’s hips jerk forward again, and he adored how responsive he was. Every twitch and moan was a beautiful opera of pleasure, and Mickey never wanted it to end.
“You have to be a good boy,” Mickey warned, smacking Roger’s ass twice in quick succession. He grabbed his cheek where he’d struck, digging his nails into the warm flesh. “I only fuck good boys who know how to fuckin’ listen. Do you understand?”
“Fuck! Yes, yes, I do!” Roger was shaking, his ass so red now that Mickey couldn’t tell where one spanking ended and the others began. “I wanna be so good for you.”
Mickey reached down to grab Roger’s cock, and he groaned low at the swollen heat in his hand. “You’re so fuckin’ hard. Mm, and wet. You’re fuckin’ dripping for me, huh?”
“Yes, master.” Roger’s legs were trembling, and he weakly pushed into Mickey’s hand. “Just for you. Only you.”
“Says the fuckin’ slut who threatened to go take a bunch of loads to piss me the fuck off,” Mickey taunted. He squeezed Roger’s cock, and a dribble of pre-cum dripped over his fingers. “Gets you off, huh? Being used?”
“No,” Roger argued earnestly. “That’s not what I want. I want you, just you. I only want my master, I want my fuckin’monster.”
Mickey gave Roger’s cock another mean squeeze and let go, spreading his cheeks again to get a good look at his sweet little pucker. He pushed his thumbs inward, massaging around his hole but not yet pressing in. “That’s why you piss me off so much? You wanna wake that up?”
“Yes.” Roger pushed back into Mickey’s touch with a happy groan. “That’s what I want. I love it when you lose control. I love it when you fuck me like the little slut I am. I need it. Fuck, please!”
Mickey continued to tease and touch, sliding around in the lube Roger had prepped himself with. He slowly slid his thumbs inside, finding him soft and open. It was easy to pretend that he was wet with cum and not lube, and the urge to ravage him was becoming overwhelming.
He pulled at the sides of Roger’s hole and forced him open. He bowed his head, spitting between his cheeks and using his thumbs to push it inside.
Moaning, Roger pushed back, his hole clenching around Mickey’s fingers. “Ah, fuck. Come on.”
“Look at you,” Mickey teased. “You’re such a fuckin’ whore.”
“Your whore, master,” Roger whispered. “Only yours. Please fuck me. Give me your dick. I can take it so fuckin’ good.”
“Do you think you deserve to get fucked?”
“I was good for you,” Roger pleaded. “I took my punishment, didn’t I? I was so fuckin’ good.”
