#sub!mickey

🤤 Mickey is just the perfect subby boy. I love himmm.

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Mickey was a fascinating man. One moment, he was devising outlandish get-rich-quick schemes, mapping out the schematics with inventive precision until he had nothing short of a multi-level heist drawn out on a table napkin, and the next, he was empty-headed, pouting because he couldn't think beyond the realm of arousal. It was like those two words pulled the plug from his head and his brain flushed out like pink lemonade. All one had to do was call out this name, and he defaulted into a sex toy on legs.

"You wanna get naked for me, big boy?"

The theory proved itself time and again. It almost started to get boring how easy it was to make him drop everything for a little fooling around. So, like Mickey, you found ways to keep it interesting, new and exciting ways to work this pet name into every day life.

The first time had been in the grocery store on a midnight run to buy movie snacks. You said it near the chips and nuts, and Mickey had to flip his hard-on into his waist band until after checkout. The second time, you were watching him negotiate a deal for a new junker, and before the salesman came with the keys, you had him at full-mast, scrambling to find his composure. It had been too late, and the salesman caught wind of his excessive bulge and kicked you off the lot with no deals or wheels. Birthday parties, meetings, on the phone with his mom--teasing Mickey became your favourite past time. But the most fun you had was when you could follow through and milk him for all he was worth.

Sometimes, Mickey liked to kneel on the floor with his hands behind his back while you made him as hard as possible with only words. It was a special form of torture that licked hotter than any whip across his skin. He loved the sound of your voice when you called him a big boy, a good boy, a very big, very good and special boy whose only purpose was offering a pole for you to bounce on. Tonight was one of those nights.

"Look at you, just sitting there, unable to move. That beautiful dick standing at attention. Such a good boy."

His cock swayed and skin crawled with millions of warm little kisses.

"Is that what you like, big boy? You want compliments?"

"Yes, ma'am," Mickey said.

"That shouldn't be too hard. Not when my big boy listens so well."

"What do you wanna do to me?" His tone went breathy.

"What don't I? To start, I'd want to make you lie down on the bed, no hands touching, and just slide down on that nice big cock until I'm all full. Then, to really tease you, I'd squeeze around you until you couldn't take it."

A blush ran up his chest and stopped at his cheeks. Mickey nodded for more, tongue unwilling to stay in his mouth.

"Then, once you were soaked, I'd start fucking that big boy cock real slow."

"Mmm, god, I want it so bad," said Mickey. "Please, please. I've been good."

"You're always a good boy, aren't you? Never a naughty bone in your body... Well, I stand corrected. Rather, you stand corrected. My, my... Such a big, big boy. So beautiful and well behaved. I think you deserve a little treat, don't you?"

Pre-reading [X]

Warning: 18+ BDSM themes, mentions of drugs/criminal activity/promiscuous sex etc.

As promised, she found Mickey in the same spot, on the corner of two intersecting lanes of perverse attractions. A stone’s throw from the pretty-boy junction was a sex shop doused in flickering neon light; the neighbourhood’s supplier of condoms and under-the-counter poppers. For the men: a selection of seedy and seedier strip-joints dotted the streets. For the ladies: an all-male strip club known nationwide for its explosive drag nights, back alley raids and vaseline-slicked bathroom stalls. Mickey had been through it a few times to find cocaine and always got mistaken for a dancer, though how anyone expected rhythm from his lanky limbs was beyond him. He was no good at dancing, which was why when he spied a familiar car—the most current Lincoln in pearlescent white—he strained his neck peering through the tint.

Without a doubt it was her, and Mickey’s glands salivated at the prospect of another easy two hundred dollars. The lady wasn’t bad-looking either. She had left him with a mild case of blue balls after booting him out of her car in the middle of the business district where guys like him stood out for the wrong reasons. He expected an all-night fuck in a nice hotel and maybe a shower, but complained not about the cash in hand.

The rabbits on the corner perked at the sight of money, which made his strut to her car even more delicious. She came back for a piece, and he would deliver.

Once he closed the door, she drove off quickly while he ogled her behind the wheel.

“I knew you’d be back for me, mistress,” said Mickey.

“How was your week?” She asked.

“It was fine,” he chuckled. “Yours?”

“Fine,” she said.

Mickey poked his tongue out, swiping the dryness from his bottom lip, nodding. “Very cool. So, you gonna take me somewhere and dump me again, or is it game on tonight?”

She shook her head and sighed. “Yeah, it’s game on, if you’ll agree to what I want.”

“Ma’am, if you’d pay me two hundred to ride with you for five minutes, I reckon there’s not much I wouldn’t do for you.”

Finally, a real smile greeted him. He decided he liked her after registering the brilliance of her face. It might have had a little to do with the fancy car and nice clothes, but even without those things, she wasn’t unpleasant company.

“First, I’d like to thank you for being honest with me. I don’t think you’re a junkie, but that doesn’t mean I trust you yet.”

“These things are kinda built on trust, right? So, what can I do to gain your faith?” Mickey slid his hand up her thigh. She allowed it, and he massaged her skin through her pantyhose.

“First, you need to answer a few more questions,” she told Mickey.

“Shoot.”

“When was the last time you got tested?”

“Two weeks ago. Cross my heart,” he said.

“And, you said you’re a felon. Does that have anything to do with being a thief?”

“No, ma’am. Drug-trafficking. Jee, would you like a background check?”

“Ideally, yes. But time is of the essence.”

Mickey snorted. “Then what’re all the questions for, mama? Let’s just fuck.”

“Not here,” she clenched her legs to delay his wandering fingers. “At my house. And I’m not finished. How big is your dick? Be honest.”

Mickey bit his bottom lip, leaned against the backrest and pushed his groin out, grabbing all that he could in his massive grip. “Oh, I’m a big boy.”

“Really?” She asked.

“Wanna see?” He offered.

“I believe you,” she said, biting back her excitement. “If I take you to my house, do you promise not to steal anything, or tell anyone what you might see?”

“If it makes you comfy, I’ll let you blindfold me first. You have my guaranteed discretion.”

“All right,” she nodded. “next question, are you okay with my husband watching?”

“You have a husband?” Mickey hollered. “And he’s not tapping that ass?”

Mickey lost the fiery smoulder in her eyes with his comment. She sighed heavily. “You haven’t been in this business long, have you?”

He shrugged his bare shoulders. “A few months. I stopped in the Winter, but now that it’s tolerable outside, I figured why not?”

“It’s not outlandish to have someone watch.”

“Okay then, if that’s your bag.”

“It’s not mine, per se. But it’s the only way I can get any.”

Mickey’s words jumbled on his tongue, spilling out in broken syllables until he steadied himself. “Do I want to know? No, nevermind. Scratch that. I definitely don’t want to know.”

“Good. It’s best you don’t. Now, I can’t have you running your smart-ass mouth before or after we’re finished. You must be obedient from the second you arrive until the second you leave. Do not speak to my husband or refer to him in any way, do you understand? Not before or during or after. As far as you’re concerned, he does not exist.”

“I’ll only have eyes for you, madame,” Mickey agreed.

“There’s one other thing... And this makes or breaks the deal for me.”

“Right.”

“How long is your recovery time?”

Mickey cocked an eyebrow, fiddling with the question. “Recovery time?”

“After you come... how long until you can come again?”

He snapped his fingers, his grin returning in full force. “Oh, like no time at all! I can come a dozen times in a night. Although, after the third or fourth, I don’t bust a whole lot. But I can fuck for hours.”

“Here’s the situation, and this is where the trust between you and me has to be rock-solid. I want to fuck. What we do in front of my husband won’t involve me getting what I want from you. That will have to come after.”

“There're layers to this, eh? Shit.”

“I’m sorry my situation is complicated. If you can’t handle it, I’d be happy to drop you off somewhere,” her voice rose. 

“Hey, now, hey. I’m down for a challenge. I’m just saying... This is sounding a little Eyes Wide Shut. Like if I break the rules, I’m not gonna have my nuts chopped off, am I?”

“Mickey, just listen, and I promise everything will run smoothly. After we do our thing in the bedroom, I’ll take you into another room. We’ll have twenty minutes to ourselves, then you must be on your way.”

“And what do we do in those twenty minutes?” Mickey asked.

“You fuck me like your life depends on making me orgasm.”

“All right, one last question on my end. What does your husband think we’ll be doing during that precious window of time?”

Her glower fizzled out, and she chewed her lip as she took a right onto a street carved into a vast hillside. “He thinks I’ll be cleaning you up. You know, after-care and all. That was my requisite... To have time after mediating a healthy relationship with my sub.”

“With your fake sub! You just want some good ol’ fashioned cock. But you have to jump through all these weird hoops to get it? Honey... Let’s just fuck right now. I’ll give it to you so good. Then you can go home and tell him it didn’t work out.”

She chanced a look at him, flashing her eyes to the road and back to Mickey’s face. “Please, just don’t question it. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Yallllll I’m so here for Mickey wanting his bum played with omg the thought of this man getting whiny for it...

"Aw, fuck... Yes. Ride my dick, mommy. You fuck so good--"

You stopped your vigorous rocking when you both realized what had just slipped out of his mouth.

"Did you just call me?--"

"Sorry!"

You both went stiff, Mickey twitching for friction and bug-eyed from your reaction which had yet to fully manifest. When it did, you started up again, faster this time, crushing his cheeks in your hand as he purred.

"Oh, oh, oh! Mumma. Please. I'm gonna come. M'gonna come so hard, mommy. Can I please?"

Mickey's bottom lip wobbled, cock solid and dripping while she worked him up and encouraged him with a chorus of sweet praise.

"You take it so good, baby boy. Love having your ass played with, don't you? I can tell how much you like it."

"Oh, momma. Yes, yes, I love it. I love you, mommy. I love being your good boy."

She stroked his face and cooed gently. Mickey looked down with his mouth open, balls tightening as he was pumped methodically.

"Come for me, beautiful. Show mommy how good you come."

He nodded his head, clamped down on his lip, squinted his eyes and groaned long and verbosely, punctuating his happiness to be coming with calls for his momma. He sank his head back, pursed his lips and whimpered as a strong orgasm shook him to the core, skittered down his legs and made one of his feet twitch.

"Oh, my... Look at all that beautiful little boy cum. Such a big mess! My messy baby boy. You've gotten it all over."

Mickey leaned in for a conciliatory kiss, murmuring dreamily. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the last dredges of orgasm dripping down his shaft.

"Mommyyy. I'm sorry for being so messy."

All right I'm gonna go ahead and say Mickey does relax when you finally get him full. He turns to mush when you rub his back and his bum, leaving his favourite glass plug in while you smooth over his soft skin.

"No. Don't want it anymore." Mickey grumbles.

“My hungry boys.”

Mickey’s head popped up first, a languid smile dripping off his face. “Mm. always hungry for you, mommy.”

The kid flashed his enormous bi-coloured eyes. All he wanted were some kisses to go along with the pleasure of feeling so much wetness between her legs. He knew that was where the sweetness lived and pined for more of it. Luckily, Mickey knew the words that made her even wetter.

“Can we be your good boys tonight?” Mickey asked.

“You’re always my good boys. Oh...” her voice trailed off as the Kid dipped into the sopping wet heat.

Mickey, wanting to contribute to the way her face contorted with pleasure and shimmied down the bed to latch onto one nipple. He hummed and she rewarded him by brushing his hair back. Purring like a cat, Mickey reached down as well to make sure her clit wasn’t being neglected.

“Mommy’s pussy,” the Kid showed his counterpart one glistening finger.

Mickey wrapped a hand around his wrist and brought the finger closer so he could suck the liquid off.

The sight caused crackles of arousal in her body as the two of them stared at each other. They were always able to communicate without making a sound. And then, they were both scooting down the bed to get between her legs.

“We’re going to always be your good boys,” the Kid promised with an assured nod.

“I can’t do it the way mommy does. Please, please mumma. Come touch your little boy. Make me cum. I promise I’ll be quick. Just need your touch. I’ll stop acting up. Please.”