Page 123 of Circus From Hell

“I asked you a question.”

“I hate you,” he hisses, and I smirk against his neck as I lick a trail up to his ear. He mewls, his hips thrusting minutely, and I press my cock into the seam of his ass.

“Do you? Prove it. Now bend over and spread your ass for me.”

“No—”

I slam his head down, his cheek colliding with the wooden dressing table. “Speak back to me again, and I’ll leave those cocks of yours edged and throbbing. Now say sorry.”

“Please.” His hips move back and forth in tiny, desperate thrusts, and when I look down, I see him rubbing the top one against the underside of the dressing table.

“Naughty boy,” I chastise, pushing forward so his hips lock against the wooden edge. He can’t go anywhere now. “Say you’re sorry, and you’ll get your reward.”

“I’m sorry,” he cries out, relenting, and he reaches his hands back around him to spread his ass cheeks for me.

“Look at that tight, little hole,” I groan. I press two fingers between his lips. “This is how I’m going to finger your ass, runt.” I slip out and thrust back in, hitting the back of his mouth and making him gag. “If you take my fingers and cock well enough, I’ll let you come. But only when I’m satisfied.”

With wet fingers, I circle his hole, and he groans out loudly.

When I push one inside slowly, I reach around to roll his balls in my palm, and his whole body starts to shake. I add a second finger, stretching him out digit by digit to take my dick.

I pull out, release his balls, spit onto the tight ring, and press my tip in an inch before he can push me away.

“Take my cock, runt.”

My hand presses against the back of his neck, holding his head down as I lean mine back and groan loudly at the feel of his little ass taking me.

“Micha,” he whines, and the noise goes straight to my balls.

“What? You want me to stop? To keep going?”

“I-I don’t know.”

I laugh and slowly start to slide out. “I don’t care. Either way, you’re taking it.” I slam inside, his beautiful cry making me leak precum inside him. Bliss overtakes me, pleasure shooting up my spine with every thrust.

“Not even Arlo has taken my cock in his ass yet. Say thank you, bitch.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You’ll always thank your owner. Maybe I’ll get you a collar next. You and Arlo can have matching ones. What do you think, mutt?”

“Anything. Anything at all. Oh fuck. Harder, harder.”

“Shut up,” I spit, but I grant him his wish. I fuck him into the vanity, ignoring the way it creaks and shifts against the floor. “Imagine all the things I could do with control of this body. How about I force you to ride me and suck Arlo’s sweet cock dry? Stuff both your holes. They’re not useful for anything else, especially not for running that mouth of yours.”

“I love sucking cock. I’ll suck it better than you do.”

There’s the brat. The one that wants to be punished.

I spank his ass and grip his hair. “You think so, huh? Just for that.” I reach beneath the vanity and grab his lower cock as I thrust into him quickly. I fuck him in time with my hand, rubbing it up and down with a tight grip, and whatever comment he was about to release gets trapped in a throaty whimper as he surrenders to the sudden intense pleasure.

“That’s what I thought,” I mock.

Despite how badly I want to empty my balls into his ass right now, he’s going to pay for his tone. The brat needs taming.

“You want to cum, runt? Go on, say it. Beg for it.”

“Please, Micha, please! It’s coming. I’m going to⁠—”