Free Odd Ball Out by Winter Woods

watching myself slide all the way out of his body before shoving back through roughly and burying myself to the hilt. Morgan’s being too quiet.
     
    “Was that okay? Why are you being so quiet?”
     
    Morgan’s voice is so low I have to strain to hear him, “it was perfect. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He won’t meet my eyes. I move a little inside him and chuckle, “does that feel like discomfort to you?” I see the small upward tug at one corner of his mouth and exploit it, “I’ve been wanting to spank this smart ass of yours since the first time you walked in my door.”
     
    Morgan’s eyes blow wide open and I can tell it’s exactly what he wants. I pull out and tell him gruffly, “turn over, get on your hands and knees.” He does, then I demand, “now drop your elbows to the bed, perfect.” I’m getting into the whole dominant rough role and finding I like it. A lot.
     
    “Morgan are you ready for my dick to fuck your asshole raw?” I hear his gasp and the tremor of excitement in his voice when he replies, “yes sir.” Realizing what he just said he freezes again. Nope, not going to have him hold back on me anymore. I smack his ass once, hard and he cries out in mingled pain and pleasure.
     
    “You’ll address me as master when we’re in bed, is that clear?”
     
    I hear the sigh of contentment in his voice when he replies, “yes master.”
     
    I understand this now. “You need to be dominated. Told what to do. Roughed up. Isn’t that right pretty boy?” I’m rubbing the tip of my cock up and down the crease of his ass.
     
    He moans, “ugh ugh yes yes Master.”
     
    I commanded him, “you’ll tell me what you need from now on, won’t you my sweet little submissive?”
     
    Morgan pauses so I spank him twice and take my dick away. I grip his hair and jerk his body up until his back is flush with my front. I use his hair to tilt his head so I can look in his eyes, “I’m not joking Morgan. This isn’t a game. You’ll let me take care of you, give you want you need or I won’t give you anything.” I jerked his hair again for emphasis and asked angrily, “now my pet, what do you need that’s so embarrassing you’d defy your master?”
     
    Morgan cries but I don’t let up. He has to give me this. He has to tell me what he needs or we’ll never work. He won’t be satisfied and I’m not losing him. Not ever. I’ll do whatever the fuck he wants me to do and I’ll do it with a smile.
     
    He whispers, “r-restrain… restrain me… c-con… control me”
     
    I force his face back to the mattress and demand “put your arms behind your back, good boy.”
     
    I put more lube on my cock and his asshole. I grab both his wrists roughly in one hand and pull a bit so I know it was uncomfortable then I grab his hip and thrust back into him without warning. I listen to his cries as I pound him. Once they weren’t quite so intense I spanked his ass and could tell that got him going again.
     
    “You’re not going to come until I tell you.”
     
    He replies in a meek, exhausted voice, “yes master.”
     
    “I want to fuck your brains out now so you’re going to hold your ass cheeks open for me and then when I tell you, you can come with me.”
     
    “Yes master.”
     
    I let go of his wrists and he eagerly pulled his cheeks apart, exposing as much of his hole as he could. “oh fuck…I could come just looking at that messy used and abused asshole. I almost feel sorry for it since I’m not nearly done.” I hear him groan and his breathing is ragged.
     
    Then I take his hips and hold nothing of my strength and weight back. I am beating myself against him and the room is full of the slick sounds of wetness and slippery movement and whimpers and moans and cries. I lose myself in the fucking. I’m in his so deep I feel like he’ll taste it when I come. Oh shit I’m close.
     
    “Come with me now Morgan.” I jerk him up by his hair and then reach around