will jokingly ordering mack around and mack responding “yes sir” before he can stop himself
and will simply has to bend mack over the counter after that, thrusting into him repeatedly, relentlessly, until mack’s a babbling and drooling mess, his hands desperately trying to hold onto the slippery surface while will keeps whispering in his ear, praising him for taking his cock so well and, look at you, such a superstar, doing so good, the perfect boy for me, so pretty when you’re all cock-drunk, like you were made for it
mack begging will to let him come and thanking him repeatedly when he does, sweet little “please please please’s” “thank you sir’s” leaving his parted lips in between sobs and cut-off little keens











