E2

"Over the sink, Colt, legs spread and ass up." It was a command, and Colt followed it quickly, a shiver running up his spine as he complied with a whimper. Kyng's fingers grazed down Colt's back softly before they finally reached the top of his pants, sinking in underneath the material before he dropped his hands to Colt's front. Kyng was an expert at getting him out of his clothes, and before Colt knew it, he was half-naked and trembling, bent over a bathroom sink. Those maddening fingers were on his ass again, trailing across each cheek before finally dipping down the center of his crack and grazing the plug buried snug inside his hole.

"It must have hurt when you fell, sweetheart," Kyng murmured, his voice almost sympathetic as he brushed over the plug again, making Colt suck in a sharp breath at the contact.

"You've been so good for me, haven't you? Keep this in all day... Did you like it? Did the feel of it shoved deep inside you remind you of me?" Colt's scream was muffled by Kyng's ready hand as the plug was suddenly yanked out of him, leaving his hole clenching pathetically, still burning at the feel of being stretched so abruptly by the action. He felt empty. He almost blushed at the memory of this morning, of Kyng fucking him mercilessly into the mattress before spilling his seed and plugging him up, reminding Colt of what would happen to him if he decided to take it out himself. Colt had spent all day in the little cafe where he worked, trying not to sit down for longer than he had to-- not that standing was much better. Every day, it was something different. Just last week, Kyng had pierced his nipples. He had gotten more than a few strange looks that day when he had spent most of it trying to swallow back moans. It took Colt a week before the brush of his shirt over his nipples didn't elicit a humiliating throbbing between his legs.

"You've started to notice it, haven't you?" Kyng was in his ear, his words husky and warm, his wandering fingers grazing up his spine in a way that had Colt biting back a moan.

"How different they're all treating you now, hm?" Colt closed his eyes, forcing himself to keep his voice steady.

"They still look at me... still l-laugh at me." He cringed at his own words, not holding himself back fast enough from moaning at the feel of Kyng's covered erection rubbing up against his still-tender ass.

"Yes, but that too will eventually pass." His tone should have sounded mocking, but he just sounded confident. Kyng was right, of course. He had been right about it all. Colt's family's life has been spared—all because he was married to the one who owned the city.

Because he was Kyng Black's bitch.

Colt's life had been hell after that. All of his father's followers were either aligned with another group or rotting away somewhere no one would find them. Colt had nothing and no one... and unknown rivals were closing in, looking to remove the weakling son of the great Mob Boss who had once ruled The City's underground with a bloody fist. Colt's father signed him over to Kyng without knowing the truth about him, and now there was nothing no one could do. Kyng had given it, but it was not how he had expected. Kyng had offered to save him, but to do so, Colt would have to give up everything. He moved in with him the next day... and found himself stuffed full of his cock that very night.

"Yes, Daddy, you're right," Colt whispered, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt Kyng's fingers slide over his hip and belly, hoping the baby would grow one day. Colt prays that day never comes. Kyng's hand roamed lower and grasped onto his cock. Colt gasped and bucked forward at the sudden touch, releasing a hiss between his teeth when the hand tightened its grip.

"You're already hard for me," Kyng grunted appreciatively, rubbing his still-clothed cock hard against his ass and making Colt wince.

"Yes, Daddy." Colt breathed in reply, trying to hold himself still as Kyng jacked him off for a few beats before finally letting him go. Colt's body sagged once he was released, unintentionally pushing his ass into the grinding cock at his backside. Kyng groaned, clutching Colt to him before he peppered kisses along his neck, the bristles of his beard scratching across Colt's sensitive skin. He hated this. He hated every minute of it. He hated--

"F-Fuck!" Colt cried out as Kyng's hand came back with a vengeance, jerking him hurriedly as he ground against him, grazing his teeth over his left shoulder as he did.

"You should see the way they look at you, Colt, what they say," Kyng growled under his breath, the heat of his words making Colt shiver, making the unwelcome pleasure course through his blood somehow sharpen in reply.

"I'm the only one who will ever really know you. I'm the only one who will ever love you." Colt didn't realize he was crying until his vision went blurry, and he came with a broken sob, body shuddering his release as he came apart in more ways than one. He heard Kyng scowl behind him, hand still working his oversensitive cock.

"K, Daddy, please--" Colt begged, the pleasure of his last orgasm quickly fading as Kyng kept going, ignoring Colt's cries.

"I didn't give you permission to come, Boy?" King growled, his voice heavy in his ear, making Colt wince away from it. Kyng didn't like that, his hand tightening around Colt's cock painfully as he rubbed him raw, forcing a sudden unwelcome orgasm that had Colt sobbing into the sink, his body quivering at the pleasure-pain raging through him, coursing through his veins.

He felt boneless, sagged over the sink with his leaking cock dribbling the rest of his release on the floor... but none of that compared to the deep and searing feeling of shame that was so familiar to him now... because he let Kyng do this to him, over and over... and because he enjoyed it.