Head In Our Hands

"Please, oh, please..."

This was begging, then.

"Please... Please fuck me..."

This was quite a departure from what he'd been doing even a few months ago.

"Oh, please..."

"Shut up."

He flinched as his ass was slapped, pushing it up once more, feeling the hard cock against his crack. He was obedient, though, he was a good, good slut indeed. His only job was to obey, and to say he was skilled at it was more than an understatement.

The man behind him pushed the cheeks of his ass together around his cock, thrusting against his hired whore's warm skin. He grumbled his approval with the position, looking down at the boy in front of him.

The boy stayed quiet for him. That was part of being a good slut. Obedience. Even when he was so teased and so aroused. He arched his back, knowing how it made him look, and, more importantly, how it made men look at him. God, he loved to be fucked.

Abruptly, the man thrusted into the lubricated hole, hand pushing down the head of the boy, who still managed his silence. The man wanted the boy to disobey him and moan and the boy, realizing this, obliged him, only to be greeted with another hard slap to the ass. "Told you to shut up."

The boy nodded. "Yes, sir."

The man smiled and thrusted harder, pulling out to have his slut suck him to completion. The boy smiled widely up at him, showing him the contents of his mouth before being permitted to swallow.

The man patted the boy's head, amused by the way this perked him up. And why shouldn't it? The boy had done his job, done it well enough for his reward. The pat, although rough, was still further acknowledgement of how good and useful a whore he was, and he smiled still wider at it.

"Thank you, sir."

The man made a face resembling a smile, rapping him on the head a bit too hard for a pat. He then turned and walked away, leaving the boy in the small room he called home.