Page 29 of Nugget

“You have ten seconds to grab what you want,” Gavin warned.

“What the fuck, man!” Stryker yelled. “We had our fun and now it’s over. I’m good here.”

“Five seconds,” Gavin gritted out.

“Whatever.” Stryker turned his back on Gavin.

Fucking turned his back. Like Stryker didn’t give a damn about him. Like everything they’d shared the previous night and that morning meant nothing.

Gavin grabbed Stryker’s shoulder before yanking him back.

Stryker’s back hit his chest and Gavin dropped the backpack. He grasped Stryker’s chin, forcing the boy to look at him as Gavin leaned forward. “You aren’t listening to me.”

“Fuck!” Stryker gasped. “You have my attention now.”

“I see that I'm going to have to take a more hands-on approach with you in the future.” Gavin lowered his mouth to the side of Stryker’s neck and sucked. He sucked hard. He was going to leave a mark until he could leave the permanent mark that burned in his soul.

Stryker cried out but was pushing himself back against Gavin. Stryker’s ass nestling Gavin’s cock.

Still sucking, Gavin reached around and started to undo Stryker’s pants. He stuffed his hand inside Stryker’s briefs to grasp his hard cock.

Stryker was moaning already. Dripping. Gavin’s good boy.

Gavin removed his mouth from Stryker’s neck. “Push down your pants and underwear. Show me what belongs to me.”

“Fuck!” Stryker hurriedly pushed at his clothing.

“Good boy.” Gavin stroked Stryker in reward.

“Please!” Stryker pushed into his hold.

“What nine orgasms aren’t enough? You need more? What a greedy boy.”

“Nine?” Stryker panted out.

“Did you lose count nugget?” Gavin taunted. He firmed his fingers. Squeezed good and hard.

“Yes!” Stryker hissed.

Gavin chuckled into the boy’s ear. “I think I should make you earn number ten.” The boy had tried to get rid of him after all. Maybe a little punishment was in order.

“But—”

Gavin released his grip and stepped back. He had to grab Stryker’s shoulders to keep him upright. “If you want number ten, then you’ll be a good boy for me.”

Stryker nodded.

“Pull up your pants,” Gavin ordered.

“What?”

“Pull up your pants,” Gavin repeated. He waited until Stryker complied.

The boy’s eyes were glazed over as Gavin turned him.

“Is there anything you need?”

“My laptop,” Stryker said. “I’m never away from it this long.”

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