Not What You'd Call Normal

Zack cried out loudly in pain. He had only done this once or twice. And zero times in the past year. And he was just entered without prep. He rested his forehead against the cool metal.

Mike grunted and pulled out before quickly thrusting back in.
"Damn you choking me."

Of course he was. Zack was practically a virgin.
"And you're t-tearing me..." Zack groaned. He could feel himself tear.

Mike rolled his eyes at the man.
"What? You cant take it?"
He would so be pissed.

"I-I can take it..."
He wanted this... he just didn't know why he had expected Mike to be gentler.

Mike ignored the stutter, if he could take it then he could take it.
Mike started pumping his hips roughly.

Zack screamed a few times but he refused to cry. He wanted this. It just fucking hurt.

Mike covered his mouth with one of his hands as he continued to fuck him.

Zack bit down on Mike's hand when it covered his mouth. He continued to cry out in pain.

Mike cursed and hit Zack in back of the head as he roughly pulled away.
"What in the hell! You fucking bit me!"

"Yes, yes I did." Zack said. "You covered my mouth." He shrugged.

"You were screaming like a little girl you dumbass!" Mike pushed him back against the wall.

Zack blushed.
"So?" He grumbled. He was savoring this time that Mike was staying still. He was trying to heal as much as possible before he moved again.

Mike frowned, his eye twitching as he thrust in again, a bit slower and not as roughly.

It still hurt but Zack wondered why Mike was gentler, not as fast. He whimpered instead of screaming this time.

Mike kissed his shoulder as he continued to fuck his new bitch.

Zack wanted to come. But so far he hadn't felt any pleasure... until Mike stabbed his prostate. He let out his first shout that was not of pain.

Mike aimed for that spot again as he sped up, only a little though. He didnt want Zack screaming like the bitch he was in such a public place.

Zack didn't scream. His pained screams were now pleasure moans, mewls, groans, grunts, and pants.

Mike had to give a smirk at this, yes it seemed Zack was enjoying this. Mike continued leaving hickeys on the back of his neck.

Zack was already close to the edge. He eyed his neglected cock.
"T-touch me... please?" He moaned.

"Your my bitch, beg your master and maybe, only maybe will I give you a hand."
That was something Mike never did but he liked this bitch.

"Mike, please. I need your hand. I need you to touch me. Please, I can't come without your touch. I need you to pump me. I, I need it. Please... master." Zack whimpered.

Mike sighed and let his hand firmly grasp Zack's cock and tug it in time with his thrusts. "When you come, you call me master." He ordered.

Zack nodded firmly. He groaned and threw his head back as Mike tugged his cock. His head rested on Mike's shoulder. He wasn't sure if he was allowed to do that..