Riley's smirk dropped like a stone hitting water, the cocky curve of his glossy lips vanishing in an instant as his eyes widened in pure, delicious panic.
"Uh oh."
The platinum-haired slut had pushed too far, mouthing off one time too many while Kota's blood still thrummed hot from the earlier load, and now the air in the trashed bedroom thickened with the promise of consequences.
Kota moved like a storm breaking, grabbing Riley by the ankles and folding him in half so fast the boy's breath whooshed out in a startled gasp.
Mating press, legs shoved all the way back until Riley's knees framed his own flushed face, massive ass tilted up and spread wide, that deep juicy cleft opening like an invitation carved in pale flesh. The Alaskan king bed creaked under the sudden weight shift, sheets already soaked from earlier messes sticking to Riley's back as Kota loomed over him, broad shoulders blocking the slanted afternoon light filtering through the velvet curtains.
The room smelled like pure sex now, thick waves of cum, aloe lube, spilled Monster energy mixing with the rubber tang of forgotten dildos scattered across the carpet, the faint electric ozone from the scrotum sleeve still snapping softly on Grayson's balls somewhere behind them.
Kota didn't waste a second. He whipped his cock out again, still slick from Elliot's ass, veiny and heavy, the thick head flushed dark and leaking fresh pre-cum in a long string that dripped onto Riley's exposed hole. Then he slammed in. One brutal, unforgiving thrust buried him balls-deep in that tight, greedy heat, the wet slap of hips meeting those planetary cheeks echoing like thunder through the high-ceilinged bedroom. Riley's back arched hard off the ground, a broken moan tearing from his throat as his walls stretched wide around the invading girth, fluttering and clenching like they were trying to pull Kota even deeper.
"YOU STUPID SLUT!" Kota roared, voice booming exactly like his dad's when he was laying down the law after a long construction shift, deep and gravelly and leaving no room for argument. He pulled back slow, letting every thick inch drag along those rippling walls, then slammed in again—harder, deeper, the bed frame groaning under the force.
"YOU KEEP TALKING A BIG GAME WHILE YOU AIN'T GOT SHIT TO YOUR NAME!" Another thrust, hips snapping forward so the heavy balls slapped loud against Riley's taint, the impact sending ripples racing across those massive jiggling globes.
"THINK YOU CAN STEAL MY CUM AND MOUTH OFF LIKE YOU RUN THIS ROOM?"
Thrust. Slap of flesh.
"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A HOLE FOR ME TO USE!"
Thrust.
The lecture punched out with every punishing stroke, Kota's hands gripping Riley's thighs so tight the skin dimpled white under his dark fingers, holding the mating press locked so Riley couldn't squirm away even if he wanted to.
Riley stuck his tongue out like a desperate whore, eyes glassy and rolling back, body trembling as the deep angle let Kota grind right against his prostate with every single slam. His small cocklet, barely two inches—got rock hard instantly, throbbing untouched against his own stomach, leaking steadily in clear strings that pooled in the hollow of his navel. The yelling did something filthy to him; each shouted word vibrated through Kota's cock and straight into Riley's core, making his hole clench tighter, milking the thick shaft with rhythmic pulses that tried to suck the next load out early. "F-fuuuck—Master—yes—"
Riley gasped, tongue lolling wet and pink, hips twitching uselessly in the press.
Kota went deeper, angling his hips to spear that sweet g spot relentlessly, the fat head bullying it on every downstroke until Riley's legs shook violently in his grip.
"WHO SAID YOU COULD GET HARD!" The yell cracked like a whip, and that was all it took. Riley came hard, untouched, sudden, his small cocklet spurting rope after rope of cum that arced high enough to splatter across his own flushed face.
Thick white streaks painted his cheeks, his open mouth, his tongue still sticking out like a slut begging for more. Riley licked it up greedily, tongue swirling to catch every drop, moaning around the taste like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever had, eyes half-lidded in pure bliss while his hole spasmed wildly around Kota's pounding cock.
The sight pissed Kota off even more, the way Riley enjoyed it too much, licking his own cum like a desperate animal instead of learning his lesson. Kota's hand flew up and slapped him hard across the face, the crack loud and stinging, leaving a bright red handprint blooming on that smooth cheek.
"You think this is a reward, slut?" he growled, never slowing the brutal thrusts, cock spearing deep and fast, the mating press keeping Riley folded and helpless. Riley whimpered at the slap but his tongue kept chasing the cum, licking his lips clean with filthy little moans.
Kota felt his own release barreling up fast, balls drawing tight, heat exploding low in his gut. He slammed in one final time, buried to the hilt, hips grinding circles to push every inch as deep as possible, and came deep into Riley's ass. Thick, heavy ropes flooded that greedy hole, pumping load after load until it overflowed, leaking out around the base of Kota's cock in warm, sticky trails that dripped down onto Riley's cum-painted stomach. The orgasm dragged on, pulsing and throbbing, Kota's cock twitching inside the clenching heat while Riley moaned brokenly beneath him.
With a wet pop, Kota finally pulled out, the thick length sliding free in a rush of mixed cum that gushed from Riley's ruined hole, splattering the sheets and Riley's thighs. He looked down at both of them—Elliot and Riley—broken, sluts, bodies trembling and leaking, faces flushed and wrecked, small cocks still twitching from aftershocks. Behind them on the Alaskan king bed, Grayson was still face-deep in Dennis's ass, tongue working loud and sloppy, cheeks spread wide while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly against Dennis's cocklet. The bed was covered in white, sheets absolutely drenched, pools and streaks and ropes everywhere as Dennis must've come like nine times from the constant prostate abuse, his body still shuddering in weak, dry spasms, pale cheeks jiggling faintly with every lick from Grayson's eager mouth.
Kota sighed, long and heavy, chest rising and falling as the exhaustion from the entire day crashed over him like a wave. The room spun slightly in his vision, Monster cans rolling underfoot, dildos scattered like fallen soldiers, the faint electric hum of toys still working, the thick scent of cum and lube and sweat coating everything. His hips ached, balls sore, cock raw but still half-hard from the power rush. Just a few more to go, then he could go home. He just needed to streamline this.