Idk what I'm doing in this chapter, it might all be smut oops
Bailey opened the door to Tyson's bedroom from the bathroom, ready in his lingerie.
Tyson whistled, “That's what I call sexy.”
Bailey blushed, looking down, “What should I do now?”
“On the bed, on all fours.” Tyson ordered, and Bailey obeyed, “And stick your ass out.”
Bailey arched his back, feeling the string of the thong go deeper between his legs.
Tyson came up behind him and spanked him, making him cry out.
“Let's start with this, shall we?” Tyson said, and put lube on a dildo, pushing it inside of Bailey.
Bailey gasped and let out a small moan, arching his back even more.
“Hold it yourself.” Tyson said, and he reached a hand behind himself, pushing it in and out slowly. Tyson let out an ‘oof’ sound, “Dang. Now turn over on your back, I want to see your face.”
Bailey turned over and put his legs up, reaching down to keep thrusting the dildo in and out at a steady pace, then going faster.
He moaned loudly, feeling his erection pressed up against his stomach. He needed to cum, badly. But the dildo wasn't enough.
“C-Can I p-please—” he tried to speak.
“No touching your dick.” Tyson demanded. He liked seeing him needy.
“It's not enough.” Bailey breathed out, sweating, “I need more. P-Please, help.”
He kept pushing the dildo into him, trying to go as fast and deep in as possible, and Tyson watched, loving every second of it.
“T-Tyson please.” Bailey moaned.
Tyson shot him an angry look, “Excuse me?”
“I mean daddy!” Bailey exclaimed, “Make me cum, daddy.”
Tyson smirked, “What is it you want me to do?”
Bailey closed him eyes, he hated this.
“Please, daddy, put your big cock in side of me and stroke my n-needy dick until I cum.” he begged.
“That's more like it.” Tyson said, “On all fours— no! Don't take the dildo out.”
Bailey looked at him in confusion, sticking the dildo inside of him and going into all fours.
Tyson grabbed his butt and positioned him at his entrance.
“What are you doing?” Bailey asked. He hated not being able to see it.
“Keep your mouth shut, slut, I'm giving you what you asked for.” Tyson said, poking his dick against Bailey's hole, the dildo still in there.
“I don't—” he broke off into a cry as Tyson thrusted roughly into him. It hurt like hell, he thought he was being ripped in half.
“Tyson stop! It hurts!” he screamed, but Tyson kept going, not bothering with being gentle at all. He thrusted in and out with high speed, and made sure the dildo didn't fall out.
“You asked for it, whore, now shut up.” Tyson demanded.
Bailey felt tears in his eyes, he screamed, feeling his prostate being hit over and over again.
“Stop! I don't want this! It hurts!” Bailey cried, his nails digging into the mattress.
Tyson pulled his hair, making him lean back, “Since when does it matter what you want?” he whispered into his ear, and Bailey screamed again, before Tyson found Bailey's underwear on the side of the bed and crumpled it, stuffing it into his mouth as a gag, “Noisy bitch.”
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