Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 6

dribbling from his piss slit no matter how much he squeezed his dick. Rory was again awash with the magnificent tang of cum from the man who had changed his life forever. "You keep treating me like that and I'll lap up anything you care to give me from now on, you sexy fucking bastard.
    "You're the bastard," Kyle said with a laugh.
    "Well then, for calling you names you're going to have to do something naughty to me. Can't let a bad boy be bad without some form of punishment, can you?"
    Kyle's eyes lit up. "You aren't a cum pig at all, you're a damn, dirty submissive who needs to be taught some respect. No wonder you fucked twinks— you want to be just like them, don't you? Trouble was, until now you couldn't find anyone to treat you like you treated them. My God, man, I think I fucking love you."
    Rory's stomach tingled with delight once more. Those words seemed to send him into an even deeper frenzy, his cock as hard as a rock again, balls tight and aching. All he needed now was to be manhandled again; Kyle's cum all over his heated skin his prize. "Oh, yes, you got that right... my master ."
    Kyle began to rub his now hardening cock over Rory's cheek, using his foreskin to lubricate his actions. "How about I turkey slap you right now so I can start your punishment, slave boy? Then I might fuck you some more before showering you in my jizz. How do you like the sound of that?"
    Before Rory could suggest they go at it like animals in heat again, this time in the doggy style position so he could masturbate himself while being stuffed with arse splitting cock, a metallic and disturbing thwack could be heard. Not once, but many times.
    The table was soon covered in robotic bugs.
    Rory and Kyle jumped off the table together. Within seconds, the bugs were everywhere. A sure fire way to deflate any erection, whether it was inspired by the thought of punishment or the promise of tasting cum. This time, Rory grabbed Kyle's hand and together they ran back over to the space warrior suit.
    "Oh no, I'm not getting in that thing with you if you're going to break wind as soon as you move to do something," Kyle said.
    "Relax. My arse has been so well fucked, you won't need to worry about that. I think you pushed anything I had back up in to my damn fucking stomach."
    "Good. But that might make it worse."
    "What do you mean?" Rory opened the back door of the suit, clambering in. He was careful not to catch his genitals on anything, especially not his balls.
    "I mean, because you've been so well fucked, as you say, your hole will be nice and loose and I won't get the sound warning you've broken wind. I'll just cop the damn fucking smell from a silent but violent one."
    Rory chuckled. "Never thought of that."
    On the horizon, the four dog-faced aliens came charging across the desert sands. Rory flicked switches and pulled levers, bringing the suit online. Kyle was in position, the closeness of him apparent. That wasn't a broom stick in the small of Rory's back, that's for sure. "I could plug the hole while we're in here together, I suppose... just to make certain."
    Rory couldn't believe his ears. "You want to fuck me now ?"
    Kyle laughed this time. "A good slave boy never questions his master."
    Rory felt pangs of excitement well up inside him again, even though on the view screen four angry aliens were heading toward them, weapons at the ready. "I think I fucking love you, too, you freakish fucking bastard of a man."
    "I take it that's a yes then."
    "Damn fucking straight it's a yes. If anything's going to inspire me to do my best to get us out of here than your huge fucking cock up my arse, nothing will."
    Rory felt Kyle's hands part his buttocks. Then fingers rub his arsehole in gentle circles and teasing penetrations to prepare him for what was to follow. After a moment of manoeuvring into position, and with Rory arching his back as best he could so Kyle could get at his arse easier, that familiar and welcome and needed pain shot through him once more, making him gasp.
    Kyle had done it.
    How, Rory couldn't even hazard a guess, but there it was. He was being fucked while inside a two man space warrior suit prop waiting for alien dog men to attack while standing in an alien desert filled with movie junk. Rory didn't even think stuff like that happened in books.
    Kyle began to move to a time he found the most effective, grabbing Rory tight, pulling his hips to bring him closer so his cock could go in deeper. Rory was enjoying