Roger seemed confused, but he got into bed all the same. Mickey directed him to stretch out and put his head on the pillows, and so he did.
Mickey had a different kind of punishment in mind, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he nestled himself between Roger’s legs. “Now, I was gonna eat your ass, but you’re full of fuckin’ lube, and I hate how that shit tastes.”
“Noted, sir.” Roger was watching intently, his arms tucked back behind his head. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Whatever the hell I want.” Mickey pressed close, and he ran his tongue up the side of Roger’s aching cock. He licked up the pre-cum, swirling the tip of his tongue around his slit.
Roger moaned loudly, and he grinned. “Ah, fuck. You don’t suck my dick nearly enough, sir. That feels fuckin’ good.”
“I suck it just the right amount. Now shut up.” Mickey kept on licking, slow and methodical, moving back down to the base. He kissed and sucked, going lower still to lavish Roger’s balls with attention.
He held them in his hand, squeezing gently. He liked how heavy they felt, hot and firm, as he sucked each one into his mouth. He ran his tongue back up to Roger’s dick, and he sucked on the head briefly before letting go again.
Roger dropped his hands into the sheets, clawing and whining.
Mickey knew he wasn’t giving him enough to come, and he loved watching him squirm. He wrapped his mouth back around Roger’s cock, taking a little more and swirling his tongue around the head as he sucked.
Roger’s hips trembled, and he was clearly struggling not to thrust upwards. “Ah, fuck, mm. Come on. Please, suck me. I’m fuckin’ close, I’m so close.”
Mickey dared to suck harder, bobbing his head and digging his nails into Roger’s thighs. He listened, waiting for Roger’s pants to get really erratic and feeling for his muscles tensing up. He waited until that precise moment he was sure Roger was about to bust, and he pulled off.
“Oh,fuck you!” Roger gasped. He wheezed, smacking the sheets in his frustration. “I was rightthere. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mmm, master! Please!”
“No.” Mickey grabbed Roger’s cock and gave him a feathery light stroke. “Not yet.”
“Goddammit… please, my fuckin’ balls hurt. My dick isthrobbing. Please. I wanna come, pretty please!”
“You’re so pretty when you beg, but no.” Mickey kissed the flushed head of Roger’s cock. “You are being punished, and I’m not done yet. You better behave or you won’t fuckin’ come at all.”
“Fuck. Okay.” Roger rubbed his face. “I’ll be good, sir. Okay? I’ll be so fuckin’ good.”
Mickey smirked, and he greedily sucked Roger’s cock all the way into his mouth. He didn’t stop until it was stuffing the back of his throat, and he sucked him hard and fast. His drool was running down the shaft, pooling around Roger’s balls, and he kept going.
Roger immediately tensed and started to moan, even more desperate than before. His breath came out in little stunted gasps, and his legs began to shake. “I can’t, I’m, I’m just, oh, fuck! Please, yes, yes, I’m—”
Mickey pulled off with a cruel chuckle.
Roger sobbed, his cock flexing and dripping with Mickey’s spit and pre-cum. He didn’t say anything, only humped the air a few times and then went still. His eyes were wide, damp with tears as he gazed down at Mickey.
“There,” Mickey soothed as he rubbed Roger’s thigh. “Nice and fuckin’ quiet. No bitching, no complaints. You took your punishment like a good boy for me.”
“Thank you, master.” Roger swallowed shakily and took a deep breath.
“Roll over. Ass up.”
Roger flopped over on his stomach, keeping his head down in the pillows as he raised his lower half up on his knees. He spread his legs wide and arched up his ass. “Like this, master?”
“Mmm, just like that.” Mickey stroked Roger’s cheeks, and he was pleased he could see his handiwork. He idly traced over the tender prints left behind from the earlier spanking as he lined himself up.
There was resistance as he pushed inside, and he thrusted in short bursts until the lube coated his cock. He groaned, slamming home and holding himself there to savor the slick heat.
Roger always felt so fuckin’ perfect.
“Yes, thank you,” Roger whimpered. “God, master, I love your fuckin’ cock.”
“I know you do. And I’m gonna give it to you.” Mickey could feel the hot throb of Roger’s hole around his piercing, and he needed friction. He began to thrust, letting the drag linger before he’d slam back inside.
Roger groaned every time Mickey bottomed out, and a blissful smile crept over his lips. “Yes, fuck yeah, come on… give it to me. Fuck me up.”
