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“Yeah, that’s it, moan for me, bitch.” Beck would get off on these memories in the future, and he wanted to make sure they were as good as they could be. “Finish it, toy.” Looks like this one might be harder to break. That thought alone made him smirk, his hips coming to a stop as he looked down at Graham. He stayed deep inside him, though his smirk was quick to fade as he reached to yank both of the others wrists and hold them tight. “You are going to do whatever the fuck I tell you to do, boy.” Beck had a temper, and he had anger issues. He was easily pissed off and had little restraint. Which is why, with a clenched jaw, he pulled out of him only to slide out of the car. They were in a pull off on the side of the road, and he hasn’t seen a car the entire time they’ve driven. There was no hesitation as he grabbed the others ankles and ripped him from the car to land on the ground. Graham fucked up, and Beck was going to teach him who’s the boss.
Watching Beck’s expression morph into a devilish grin, Graham realized that there truly was nothing that he could do besides take Beck’s cock up his ass. His hands were soon positioned together at the wrists and it made it so he couldn’t push the other male away anymore. He felt the grip on his wrists no matter how he squirmed. He winced at the order that Beck gave him and then exhaled a breath he was holding when Beck pulled out. The other male was big, he could tell from having his cock inside him, but there wasn’t much time to think about that because Graham was soon pulled from the car by the ankles and his bare ass was soon hitting the dirty ground. “Please! Just let me go, Beck,” He pleaded, crying now and wiping at under his eyes. “Please, stop doing this. I don’t want to be your nice boy,” He thought of running, but he was too sore and, instead, laid back down, rolling over on his side, covering his exposed hole with his hands so that Beck would have to work for it if he was going to fuck him again. He couldn’t ask to be taken home because the two males lived in the same place. He writhed on the grass by the parked car, realizing that maybe if he played into the game that Beck seemed to be orchestrating, then he’d get out of this sticky situation faster. “Nice boys make the best toys, okay?” He said, an urgency in his tone. “There, I said it. I said it, now take me back to the dorm.”
