Page 9 of Justice For Me

“Now, I’m going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life and what I need you to understand is that it is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you as we continue to play,ifwe continue to play.” His finger slid between ass cheeks and pushed threateningly against the puckered hole, but he didn’t move enough for penetration. “I’m going to save this for another day, but you need to start preparing yourself mentally for some backdoor action.” Justice moaned and bit his bottom lip. “If we play together, I’m going to put all sorts of things in here, long, short, thick, knotted, hot, and cold. You’ll learn to beg for my cock and anything else I want to shove in here. Do you understand?”

Knotted? What the hell did that mean? Long? Thick? He’d like to think the idea of Malachi shoving all sorts of implements, including his cock, into his ass would be a definite turn off, but his cock had gotten harder and longer with his descriptive words. His balls, heavy and full, tightened up and threatened to explode.

“I think I understand. You want to turn my ass into a pussy.”

Malachi almost barked out a laugh but managed to stifle it just in time. Megan made him laugh when nobody else was around, but it was a rare occasion. Dante, every now and again, could make him chuckle. Susannah might have gotten him to laugh twice in his life. This damned boy toy almost slipped right past his usual barriers. “Not exactly, a pussy stretches real nice but this channel, it doesn’t stretch nearly as easily. Sometimes you have to push and push to get it to accept the toy…but I’m a patient man. I always manage to get it to fit in nice and tightly.”

“Thanks for the details, man,” Justice grumbled but his heart was still thundering with arousal. He’d never been this turned on in his life. Who the fuck would have thought he might be gay? He loved pussy, did a mental sweep…yea, still loved pussy. But this? He damned sure liked this too. At the moment, he couldn’t have picked a favorite between the two if his very life had depended on it.

“Anytime. Now look toward the window…look at your reflection. See how beautiful you look while submitting. I want you to know who it is making you come so hard. Don’t dare try to hide from it,” he ordered. “Watch as my hand strokes your cock, watch while I make you my bitch.”

Justice felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment when his eyes fell on his own reflection. Malachi was behind him, looking huge and intimidating. He could see his own balls, huge from the need to come, dangling between his legs. His cock was standing at attention and there was a hand wrapped tightly around the base. He did look like a fucking bitch. He almost backed out, letting his humiliation get the best of him, but then Malachi’s hand did a funny twist on his cock and a scream ripped from his throat. The mixture of pain and pleasure wasn’t something he’d expected…or ever experienced. One hand worked his cock and the other played with his balls, tugging, twisting, and smacking from time to time.

Justice heard soft, pretty whimpers coming from somewhere as Malachi worked his cock with a ruthless intensity. Seconds later, he was mortified to realize the whimpers belonged to him. “Humm…fuck…ahhh…yessss.” Ridiculous words and noises tumbled from his mouth and his hips thrust frantically. “I’m going to come!”

“Yea, I get that, pretty. I wouldn’t usually allow it to happen so easily…without you begging, but I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy tonight. Maybe you’ve brought out my soft side?”

This was his soft side? Fuck, but he might be in trouble.

“Just look at you, pretty pup. I’ve never seen anybody take to submitting like you are. You’re a natural. Your ass was made for getting fucked, hard and often.”

Justice winced. “Ah, shit. Don’t say fucked up shit like that,” Justice pleaded between moans and whimpers. The humiliating words did nothing to slacken his arousal, maybe made his cock even harder.

Malachi answered by stroking him more firmly, holding his body tight while playing him perfectly.

“Oh, fuck me, Malachi,” Justice gasped as the sensations overwhelmed him. “Oh, fuck, yea. Oh fuck!”

After that, all coherent thoughts vanished as he focused on the rough manhandling his cock and balls were receiving as Malachi’s hand, slippery from all the pre come that been leaking from him, slid up and down. Just when he thought the delicious torment couldn’t get any more arousing, he felt the tip of Malachi’s finger breech the slit at the head of his cock, pushing inside where something should be coming out instead of going in. He roared loudly as the invasion caused him to come so hard that his legs turned weak and Malachi had to literally hold him up, pulled tightly against his chest. He felt, with explicit and painful detail, when the tip of the finger slipped out and his come shot up and out, hitting him on the chest, again and again as he was milked dry.

Weakly, he continued to lean back and force Malachi to hold him up. When the waves of pleasure finally ceased and he started to return to the land of the living, his eyes blinked open and he saw the mess he’d made over his chest and stomach. With droopy eyelids, he watched Malachi’s finger swipe up a glob of what he’d splattered on himself and then, to his horror, put it up against his lips, trying to get him to taste his own come. He tightened his lips together like a five year old and shook his head from side to side. “Nu uh,” he mumbled from behind his tightly clenched mouth.

“Don’t tell me ‘no’, pretty. It’s not like I’m asking for something difficult. That will come in time. For now, you need to obey my simple demand or you’ll pay for it in a most painful way.” His violet eyes glittered dangerously, promising decadent ways of making Justice pay for his disobedience.

Justice felt his cock start to twitch back to life just from the look in Malachi’s eyes. His stomach flopped and curdled at the thought, but he also felt the urge to obey…submit to whatever the larger man demanded of him. Slowly, eyes locked with Malachi, he opened his mouth and allowed the sticky fingers to plunge inside.

“Suck it off,” Malachi ordered in a husky voice. Justice obeyed. The look on his beautiful face would make one believe he’d just had to suck a straw full of somebody’s piss, but he obediently licked it clean and swallowed. “Good boy. Now, clean yourself up and prepare for bed. I’ll be in your room in four minutes. Have all your preparations complete.”

Malachi’s own heart was thundering wildly as he coldly stepped away from Justice like it didn’t nearly rip him apart to separate their bodies from one another. He was slightly confused, wondering if his sudden obsession with his ward was due to the fact that the boy was awakening the dominant role that he’d unsuccessfully tried to stamp out over the past year or if there was something more, something special about the quivering mess of almost-a-man flesh that had just knocked him off balance. It wasn’t a feeling he was accustomed to, and he didn’t care for it at all.

“You really get off on putting things where they don’t belong, don’t you?” Justice asked as he scooped up his discarded clothing. “First you threaten my poor ass, then try to use your finger as a catheter, and then make me swallow my own come. That’s just messed up, dude.”

With his back to the brat, Malachi allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. “You’re wasting valuable time, pretty. I only gave you four minutes to complete your night-night tasks and you’ve already lost thirty valuable seconds. If you don’t get everything completed, it’s going to be a very long night for you.” Without waiting for a response, he went to his own room to retrieve what he needed.

Exactly three minutes and thirty seconds later, he let himself into Justice’s room and found the boy walking out of the bathroom attached to his suite. He was wearing some ridiculously silly looking sleep pants with some type of yellow cartoon character all over them. Shaking his head in disgust, he said, “What in the hell are those?”

Justice looked confused and then figured out what his tormentor was bitching about now. “They’re my pajama pants. You know? Minions fromDespicable Me? Please tell me you know what a minion is?”

Malachi efficiently started attaching some chains into some metal bolts driven into the wall on either side of the bedframe. “No, I don’t know what a minion is nor do I care what a minion is. I do, however, wonder why a nearly grown man is wearing pajama bottoms…with or without cartoon characters on them.”

Who the hell doesn’t like minions and why the hell were there chains suddenly attached to the wall over where he slept? The chain thing excited him, probably more than it should, but he wasn’t sure he could overlook the fact that somebody disliked a minion. This dude probably didn’t even like fart jokes.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked Malachi.

Pleased that the chains were properly secured, Malachi pulled a thick leather collar out of the small bag in his hand. “I didn’t say you could talk. Take the pants off.” He turned his full attention on the boy and found himself surprised yet again. Without another argument, Justice slid the horrible pants down his lean hips and tossed them aside. Completely naked, he obediently waited for his next set of instructions.

“Do you sleep more comfortably on your back or stomach?” He moved to secure the thick collar around Justice’s neck, fully expecting a huge fight or a bagful of annoying questions, but getting only a submissive gesture of lowering his head as the locks snapped into place.

“Sleep? What do you mean?”

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