“Whore.” Malik growled, pulling his softened, cleaned cock from Altair’s hot, wet mouth. He blindly groped behind and pulled out a stool to sit on. Now sitting, he leaned back against the wall and grinned as he took in the sight before him.
Altair was horribly aware that he was kneeling naked in a small puddle of cum, and that more was still trickling from his abused asshole. Bruises decorated his body from Malik’s blows and grips, his tongue peeking out from between the two reddened slabs of flesh that were currently serving as his lips. Malik smirked at him. “Look at you,” he crooned, “your legs spread and begging for me to touch you.” Altair closed his eyes and looked away, ashamed. Malik laughed harshly.
“Oh, now you get shy. Weren’t you begging so much before I had to gag you to shut you up?” Malik leered at him. A droplet of white cum splashed in the puddle between Altair’s legs. Malik mockingly shook his head and got up from the stool. “Such a messy slut.” he said, giving Altair a casual slap. His hand rested almost gently on Altair’s abused scalp before forcing his head down to the floor. “Sluts should clean up the messes they make,” he whispered in his ear, crouching down in front of him. “Maybe then they’ll be satisfied by their master.”
Slowly, Altair nodded. Anything for Malik; anything to be touched again. He shuffled backwards slightly and slid his swollen tongue out to dip in the mixture of oil and cum that had leaked out of him. The slimy mixture kept sliding off his tongue, forcing him to dig his face into the floor. The taste of the dirt and cum was awful, but it was the closest he could come to touching Malik these days. Despite the treatment that he put Altair through every day, Altair could never start it. He had to wait, burning for Malik’s touches and begging to be allowed to cum.
Malik had walked behind him. He stood and watched Altair lean forward to lap up the mess. His ass was red from the pounding it had received earlier; the flow of cum from his hole had slowed. The first slap on his reddened ass made Altair jerk and whine. He sat up to look at him, a small drop of cum still at the corner of his mouth. The sight of his tongue snaking out to clean it up made Malik moan and push his face back to the floor, forcing his ass up into the air. “Did I give you permission to look at me, whore?” he panted out. His hand cracked across the younger man’s ass again and again, making Altair groan in-between licks of the floor and making him spread his legs. He let out a sob of surprise and pleasure when a blow landed right on his rosy hole. A shout left his mouth as Malik’s fingers circled his hole before dipping in and crooking, pressing against his sweet spot and stretching him open. Malik kept thrusting into Altair’s body until his dick twitched and pulsed, ready to explode. Right when he was at the edge, the fingers suddenly left his body.
Malik gave his ass one last smack before walking back to Altair’s front where he had finished cleaning the floor. Lifting up a foot, he kicked his shoulder, making him fall backwards and landing painfully on his still-bound arms.
“Pull your legs back.” he ordered harshly, “I’m going to reward you.” Altair silently obeyed, his face flushed and his legs screaming in protest. Malik kneeled down and pushed a finger into him without warning. Altair groaned at the sensation.
Malik smirked at his reaction. “Yes,” he drawled, pulling back and teasing Altair’s abused entrance, “you want my fingers in your slutty little hole, don’t you.” Those tormenting fingers circled his asshole, teasing, starting to enter before backing off. Altair’s erection bobbed drunkenly against his stomach as he pushed his hips forward, trying to impale himself on them. Malik teasingly drew his hand away. “Beg for it.”
Re: Filthy Whore
Altair was horribly aware that he was kneeling naked in a small puddle of cum, and that more was still trickling from his abused asshole. Bruises decorated his body from Malik’s blows and grips, his tongue peeking out from between the two reddened slabs of flesh that were currently serving as his lips. Malik smirked at him. “Look at you,” he crooned, “your legs spread and begging for me to touch you.” Altair closed his eyes and looked away, ashamed. Malik laughed harshly.
“Oh, now you get shy. Weren’t you begging so much before I had to gag you to shut you up?” Malik leered at him. A droplet of white cum splashed in the puddle between Altair’s legs. Malik mockingly shook his head and got up from the stool. “Such a messy slut.” he said, giving Altair a casual slap. His hand rested almost gently on Altair’s abused scalp before forcing his head down to the floor. “Sluts should clean up the messes they make,” he whispered in his ear, crouching down in front of him. “Maybe then they’ll be satisfied by their master.”
Slowly, Altair nodded. Anything for Malik; anything to be touched again. He shuffled backwards slightly and slid his swollen tongue out to dip in the mixture of oil and cum that had leaked out of him. The slimy mixture kept sliding off his tongue, forcing him to dig his face into the floor. The taste of the dirt and cum was awful, but it was the closest he could come to touching Malik these days. Despite the treatment that he put Altair through every day, Altair could never start it. He had to wait, burning for Malik’s touches and begging to be allowed to cum.
Malik had walked behind him. He stood and watched Altair lean forward to lap up the mess. His ass was red from the pounding it had received earlier; the flow of cum from his hole had slowed. The first slap on his reddened ass made Altair jerk and whine. He sat up to look at him, a small drop of cum still at the corner of his mouth. The sight of his tongue snaking out to clean it up made Malik moan and push his face back to the floor, forcing his ass up into the air. “Did I give you permission to look at me, whore?” he panted out. His hand cracked across the younger man’s ass again and again, making Altair groan in-between licks of the floor and making him spread his legs. He let out a sob of surprise and pleasure when a blow landed right on his rosy hole. A shout left his mouth as Malik’s fingers circled his hole before dipping in and crooking, pressing against his sweet spot and stretching him open. Malik kept thrusting into Altair’s body until his dick twitched and pulsed, ready to explode. Right when he was at the edge, the fingers suddenly left his body.
Malik gave his ass one last smack before walking back to Altair’s front where he had finished cleaning the floor. Lifting up a foot, he kicked his shoulder, making him fall backwards and landing painfully on his still-bound arms.
“Pull your legs back.” he ordered harshly, “I’m going to reward you.” Altair silently obeyed, his face flushed and his legs screaming in protest. Malik kneeled down and pushed a finger into him without warning. Altair groaned at the sensation.
Malik smirked at his reaction. “Yes,” he drawled, pulling back and teasing Altair’s abused entrance, “you want my fingers in your slutty little hole, don’t you.” Those tormenting fingers circled his asshole, teasing, starting to enter before backing off. Altair’s erection bobbed drunkenly against his stomach as he pushed his hips forward, trying to impale himself on them. Malik teasingly drew his hand away. “Beg for it.”