Any Time You Want [Frerard]

Put The Pieces Back Together

To be a pornodroid means that you are to give yourself away to strangers and get nothing in return but petty cash. This is a better fate than to be a Bl/ind pornodroid. Korse, prior head Hitman of the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W unit came up with a brilliant retirement plan.

He pitched the idea to make a Pornodroid with the likeness of Party Poison, the deceased leader of the Killjoys, his plan was called: "Fuck the rebellion."

The plan went over well, and he was expected to provide a prototype, his prototype performed so well, and looked so much like Party Poison did that they didn't bother to make another. This is the most popular Pornodroid ever made.

Korse even buys around an hour with him every day. This is what he was doing at this particular time. "Hey baby."

I had been expecting him all day, he was late. I could see through the window that it was night. "Hey Korse." He walked up to me, I know he doesn't like it when I use his name. He put his hand on my chin to make me look up at him from the chair I sat in. "How do you want me master?"

He smiled down at me, I liked it when he smiled. "I want you on the floor."

I nodded, standing up. He shoved me and I fell onto the rug so hard that I could hardly breathe. "Did I say you could move?" He yelled, running his hand over his head.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking up at him. He started to take his grey coat off. He dropped it onto the chair I'd just been sitting in. He began to look through the drawers of the desk.

"You will be."

I turned into my side and rested my elbow on the floor, looking up at him. I was not afraid. "I hope that means you're gonna fuck me for once. I miss you."

He turned his head and looked at me like I was trash. "Shut the fuck up slut."

I laughed. "Make me." I don't know why I was in the mood to fuck with him.

He got out a belt and a while from the drawer. "Get on your knees."

I got up onto my knees and rubbed myself through my shorts, giving him a lustful look. It just doesn't work on him like it does on other guys.

He put the belt around my neck and pulled it through the buckle, pulling it until it was right, clasping it in place. It wasn't enough that I couldn't breathe, but enough that it hurt to swallow my spit.

He walked around me and hit me on the back, I shouldn't have worn a crop top today. I clenched my teeth. "Harder." I managed to choke out.

Be looked so angry, I smiled up at him. He hit me even harder, this one hurt. I moaned and fell forward onto my hands and knees. He grabbed the belt and yanked me up to my knees again. He hit me hard on the arm with the whip.

He then leaned over me and opened my mouth, expecting a kiss. He spat into my mouth. I swallowed it and gave him another smile when he looked disgusted. "You know, your dick would choke me a lot better than this belt is." I said in a voice much weaker than I wanted to use.

"You really want me to fuck you?" He asked, dropping the whip onto the floor.

My stomach tickled and I felt myself getting hard. "Yes please, I've been waiting all day."

He got on his knees behind me, reaching around to unbutton my shorts. He pulled them down roughly before shoving me over. I rested my head sideways on the floor with my ass up. I could hear him unzip and then shoved himself into me.

Fuck that hurt, he didn't use any lube. How the fuck had I not even got any precum out of him? I don't understand how he isn't sexually attracted to me when half the population of this city seems to be. My train of thought was cut off when he pulled the belt roughly, my neck strained and I put my fingertips onto the rug, trying to take weight off my neck.