Page 34 of Justice For Me

“Maybe you should call Meg with that one. Tell her I’m turning into a regular jokester.”

A perfectly shaped brow arched. “Eh, it wasn’t really that funny. Kind of lame, but I’ll give you an A for effort. Meg would too, I’m sure.”

Thirty minutes later, Malachi had been taught a hard lesson in humility. He’d lived twenty seven years without ever allowing anyone to get the best of him, embarrass him or make him look like a pussy. It was a good run. It was over. He’d thrown up twice and he was pretty sure that he’d even screamed like a girl once. He’d deny it until the day he died, but they both would know the truth. Well…him, Justice, and the little girl that had been riding in the cart behind them. She hadn’t screamed. In his defense, at her age, she had absolutely no idea how unsafe those rides surely were.

Justice had laughed at him…out loud, probably peed his pants laughed at him. The kid’s entire face had lit up with a carefree smile that he hadn’t ever seen on those pouty lips before…and the kid was usually always smiling. This smile, this one had been different. It had made Malachi’s heart do funny things in his chest. It scared the life right out of his body. It felt fucking good.He wanted to fuck him good.

“Thanks for letting me send Meg the selfie. Nobody would have ever believed a person could look both green and white at the same time if you hadn’t have let me document it forever and ever with a pic.”

“You’re going to pay for this, pet. I swear you are going to pay. I don’t yet know how or when…but you’re going to be sorry for putting me through that hell…and laughing about it!”

“Yea, yea. I’m trembling in my shoes, big man.” He shoved his hand over his mouth and muffled out, “I’m so scared, I think I’m going to throw up.” Malachi punched his arm hard enough to leave a nasty bruise by morning. “Twice.”

Revenge was going to be so sweet. Justice for Justice was going to be one for the record books. He didn’t have a clue what he was going to do, but he’d find just the perfect…

“Oh, fuck me,” Justice whispered in alarm.

“Well, lookee here, would ya? It’s a mechanical bull for folks to ride.” Malachi smiled sweetly. “Doesn’t that look like it’d been great fun, Justice?” He leaned in and whispered, “Especially with a vibrating plug crammed up your ass.”

“Please don’t make me.”

Malachi clapped him on the back. “Why ever not? It’s the next best thing to driving a tractor. Come on, let’s get you signed up.”

“Please,” he squeaked out. “Sir?”

“How much for a long, hard ride?” Malachi asked the man operating the mechanical bull. “The kid has been bragging and bragging about how easy it is. I think somebody needs to be taught a lesson in humility…and respect.”

The man, not a tooth in his head, grinned from ear to ear as he studied Justice, knowing straight away the kid was a city slicker if there ever was one. “Ten dollars but this one can ride for five. Maybe teach him that lesson, eh?” A spit of tobacco shot out of his mouth, barely missing Justice’s converse tennis shoes by an inch.

“By all means.”

After paying the man for Justice’s ride on the mechanical bull, Malachi returned his attention back to his pouting pet.

“You know that is probably going to hurt me with this toy crammed up my ass, right?”

“I’m counting on it.”

“You also know I’m too stubborn to just fall off as soon as it starts to save my ass from any unnecessary pain, don’t you?”

“I’m counting on it.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” Justice hissed. “A fucking sadist asshole.”

Malachi merely smiled. “I hope you don’t turn green.”

“Prick.”

Malachi watched as his pet climbed up on the mechanical bull, grimacing slightly as he eased into the saddle. No one else would have ever noticed, but he did. He would know each and every time the kid felt a somewhat unnerving twitch deep in his ass as he rode the bucking machine with his butt plug firmly in place. Being the sadist Justice had accused him of, he switched the toy to vibrating mode and merely waved pleasantly when a scowl was shot his way.

The machine operator clumped back over and asked, “You want to do the honors?” He indicated the start button with a point of his finger.

“Sure. I don’t mind if I do.”

Just as he’d predicted, Justice had been too stubborn to just fall off the damned bull after a couple of minutes. Nosiree, he was determined to last longer than anybody that had tried it a head of him, regardless of whatever discomforts his ass was feeling.

Malachi admired how his sleek body moved gracefully with the pumps and thrusts of the bull. His face was determined but you couldn’t mistake the hint of a smile always tugging at the corners of his lips. The kid enjoyed everything he did, throwing everything he had into it. It was beautiful to watch and he was fucking proud the kid belonged to him and Meg. Taking out his phone, he filmed a few minutes of it and then typed a quick message telling her about the toy stuffed in his ass. She would get a kick out of that.

Figuring the kid out was turning out to be more difficult than usual for him. Most submissives loved to…well, submit. They wanted to give up control and allow their more dominant partner to guide them. Some wanted a dominant that would take it from them, a game they liked to play. His pet wasn’t either of those, he didn’t think. Sure, there was no questioning that he enjoyed pain, found subspace faster than anyone he’d ever worked with, but it wasn’t just that propelling him down this path. He would be submissive in the playroom, but from reading body language, Malachi didn’t think it was because he wanted to submit his body to another. His pet wanted to submit his mind over…he wanted the choices taken away from him.

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