Chpt 8

Marshall forces his cock all the way to the hilt, leaving Kelly starstruck, the returning of the piping hot stick reigniting the oversensitive nerves in his hole. Marshall's bear like hands seized his small waist, and growled low in his ear as he set off throttling his hips, pulling out all the way and smashing back in. Kelly laid there and took the abusive pleasure, his hole repeatedly being split open, the hot and thick head battering his g-spot. Kelly screamed lewdly in the sheets, his voice choppy from the force of the thrusts. His dick was already swelling up, it being squeezed down to the bed by his hips. The heart-lessly brutal fucking slamming the headboard against the wall, the bed squeaking dangerously. Marshall licks up Kelly's neck, nibbling on his ear. Kelly can feel him in his stomach, he's so full, almost painfully deep in him.

"oOh ffF-UCk-!~"

Marshall tilts his ass upward, drilling him hard, snapping his hips to pin point his g-spot. In less than five minutes Kelly is already cumming, stomach spasming. Marshall snarled low, his thrusts slowing down, resting balls deep in his ass, dumping his load. Kelly sighed, relived he's not lasting that long, but panic shoots back up his spin as Marshall gradually starts thrusting again. Marshall continues to fuck him face down, Kelly is reduced to a drooling, crying, moaning mess, his thighs uselessly squeezing together in an attempt to handle the overwhelming pleasure. They fuck in that position for what seems like an hour, Kelly has came four times while Marshall had only once. Kelly's vision is blurred, he can't think about anything else but how paralyzing this of kind of fucking is, he can't move, he looks to the side, his alarm clock said a time starting with 8, fuuuck this is going to be so long.

Marshall inserted his thumbs in his hole, widening the ring, Kelly whimpered high and lewd, pre spurting from his tiny dick every time Marshall's head rams into the far back of his hole.

"HnhhAgghh~"

He flips Kelly on his side, raising a leg over his shoulder, pressing a hand on his abdomen and another firm one on the elevated leg, driving the head to the more exposed g-spot, making Kelly cum once more. Kelly, cross-eyed, and whining, blonde hairs plastered to his forehead, bitting the sheets, hardly withstanding the impeccable blows Marshalls' delivering.

"Aaa-anhg-- oooOh!"

Kelly's body is overheating, overstimulating his hole, branches of powerful electric currents spasming muscles. He can feel his brain converting to jelly, nostrils flared, eyes burning, tears pouring down his face. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUCK-I-ICAN'THANDLETHIS,TOOMUCH,W-WAY TOO MUCH~!!! In no time Kelly is already cumming on himself, pressure exploding from his crotch, his moans escaping from the sheets.

"Hnnng~ oh fUCk~"

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"Sh-ii-tt- ..... HN-GHA-AHN-ah~!"

Kelly was cradling his waist, riding him. Kelly's ass and thighs were on fire, mostlikely bruised and strained, his hole felt absolutlely used, his stomach and dick are aching, cumming way too much. He whimpered pathetically, head lulling back, the sore drag of the dick throughout his hole. It terrified Kelly that Marshall still has the violent stamina from which he started with, how the fuck can such an old dude still fuck like this, Kelly's stamina can't even compete with his. Kelly looked down at Marshall, red eyed and puffy lipped, Marshall's face was etched with a deep scowl, piercing blue eyes cutting into him.

"M-marshall~..."

Kelly's voice came out like a whisper, Marshall caught it, now staring at each other with hot intensity. Marshall wants to hear more of him, more of that pretty voice.

"Marshall~!"

His name was called out in more of a sob, he laced his fingers with Kelly's hand. Kelly closed both his eyes, gasping loud.

"I- pl-please -I can't last... Angh~ oh~ -Fuck-~"

Kelly gently fell forward, resting his forehead on Marshall's, opening his eyes to stare passionately into Marshall's cold eyes, Kelly's bedroom eyes enticing Marshall, dipping into a desperate kiss, Marshall dominates it, sucking and biting on his soft bottom lip, licking up his tongue and giving it a teasing nibble. Kelly coos in response, giving in deeper to the kiss, making out open-mouthed, pressing up their tongues and exchanging saliva.

"You're fine~"

Marshall said husky and low, making Kelly shiver, eliciting a wanton mewl. Marshall bucks up quick and brutal, railing up his ass, heat tightening in Kelly. Every nerve is on fire in his hole, he huffs as he tries to calm his system, but salty streams are still coming from his eyes, lips still quivering, wet moans rolling off his pretty tongue.

"Shi-it~ ahh~!"

His thighs are trembling and twitching mad, he arches his back, boiling heat spreading in his groin, squirting hard, splashing down on Marshall's hoodie. Some of his juices landed on Marshall's face, he looked Kelly right in the eyes as he licked it up.

"You taste so sweet~"

Marshall uses his hand on Kelly's waist, to drift up at the back of his head, pulling him into another kiss, he pulled back placing a kiss on Kelly's brow, then dragging his tongue up Kelly's cheek to taste his tears.

"You're so needy~"

Marshall hummed into his ear, Kelly twisted his head to meet with Marshall's lips, open and sloppy,

weakly rolling his hips down on Marshall.

"You're too cute."

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"FUCK!"

Marshall roared, burying his dick deep in Kelly, applying bruising pressure on his hips. Kelly, overwhelmed by an intense fuzzy static of pleasure, battling the urge to shout. Marshall cums deep inside him, situated ass up and face down. Kelly's dick slowly flowed out his load, flashes of warmth pulsing through his groin. His throat scratchy and irritated from screaming, he softly sighs as he finishes.

The pale orange light shining in from the cracks of the curtains, landing on both their sweaty and tired bodies. Marshall pulled out, a prominent bulge still showing on Kelly's stomach, cum starting to leak out of his obscenely spread hole.

"Mmha~"

Kelly ploppled his head on the dampened pillow, moaning from exhaustion, the tips of his ears, back and ass dusted with blush.

Marshall checked out his entrance, it trying to clamp down on air, he could see the pink walls from with in, thumb slightly streatching the ring of the red and loose hole. Kelly, fucked out stupid, mouth open and tongue out, tears staining his cheeks, his skin shiny with sweat and cum. Just before he passes out, he can feel the pressure of Marshall on his back, locking in both hands, kissing him on the cheek, him then passing out cold.

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Kelly rustled in bed, right when his mind became more alert, the dull ache of his guts and hole rang in his body. His hair puffing up awkwardly, and the taste of cum still on his palette.

"ughh-"

He clutched his stomach, pushing down on the slightly inflated area, the rush of warm cum trickling out of his ring. Ewfuck I'm all crusty and sticky, that's real nasty. He curled up to cope with the pain in his gut, but his thighs were locked up, jelly like. Muscles sore and painful just like that one time he got the vibrator stuck in, that was fucking embarrassing.

"Sh-shit-"

The familiar burn in his eye returning, no I'm not a bitch, it's okay, it just- hurts a bit-

He covers his face with the sheets, in hopes to hid his shame, this is so stupid why am I even crying? He feels around the bed, Marshall is gone, tears flooding his eyes, is it too much to ask for a morning cuddle? He flares his nose, focusing his mind on the stitching on the blanket. His heart jumps as Marshall barges in.

"Hey man, it's like 3 right now, you've been sleeping all day, you need to eat."

He walks in.

"I made you some oatmeal with fruit, just something easy on your stomach."

Kelly swallowed thickly, rapidly trying to blink away tears, if he doesn't respond, Marshall with pull up the covers and see him. He steadies his breath and controls his shaky body.

"C-can I e-eat (hic)- later?"

Kelly bit his lip, fuck his voice sounds trashed not to mention how pitiful that hiccup sounded. Marshall, now worried about him, sets down the oatmeal on the nightstand, and sets a large hand over the covers, resting it on Kelly's chest, leaning down to his head level, Kelly can sense the heat from his head, noticeably pulling away.

"Are you okay?"

Marshall asked despite knowing the answer. Through his palm he can feel the fast palpitations of his heart.

"y-ye(sniffle-sharp unsteady exhale)-es"

Marshall pinched the fabric and fought Kelly to remove the blanket.

"Hey~ come on, let me see you-"

"N-*hic*no I'm oka-ay."

Marshall contorted his face sympathetically, laying down next to Kelly, who was holding in his sobs. He yanked on the blanket, revealing Kelly, who yelps.

He drew him in for a kiss, a soft peck on the lips.

"What's wrong?"

He cupped Kelly's cheek, stroking it with his thumb, watching the baby blue pools that stirred in his eyes. Kelly looks down, struggling to get the words out, blushing with shame.

"Ev-everything *hic* hurts~"

He exhaled, leaning into Marshall's hand, his puppy-like eyes wide and doe-like. Marshall kissed his forehead, looking down with a slightly guilty look.

"Fuck, I did too much... Hey how about we go take a shower, I'll help you with your muscles later."

Kelly shuffles in the sheets, moving to try and get up, he winced as a sharp sting hits his ass.

"You're so mean~ why did you go that hard?"

His pale hands draped across his thighs, probing the tender flesh, grimacing while doing so. Marshall glared at him for a second flashing his cold eyes.

"What happened to 'I'm an old man with no stamina?'"

Kelly snapped his head up level with Marshall, mouth moving producing no sound. He pouted, face reddening, lowering himself. Marshall pet his head, while holding Kelly close to his chest, chuckling.

"I'm sorry Kells, you're so easy to tease, let's go alright."

Kelly reluctantly agreed.

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"E-Em!!"

Marshall hosed Kelly down with some ice-cold tap water from the detachable showerhead. The silver cylinder shower head wielded a powerful spray, about 7 inches long and wasn't very girthy, at most 3 inches in it's width. Kelly was on his knees in the large, tiled shower space with glass doors, water pouring over his head. Kelly smacked Marshall on the arm, shivering as the cold water dripped down his legs. Marshall snickered as he turned the shower knob, warming up the water. Marshall helped Kelly wet his body as he scrubbed himself down with soap. Rinsing out the suds, Marshall grabs his ass.

"Hey- remember what you said, I can watch while you get the cum out-"

Marshall whispered the request in his ear,

Kelly bit his lip, shit I did promise him, I need to stop stewing shit when situations get weird. Leaning back to rest his weight on an elbow, extending an arm under his back to his hole, spending his legs, one flush to the floor and the other hiked up.

"F-fine"

Kelly cursed up at Marshall as his fingers pressed at his asshole. He whimpered loud, his hole a shade of red and puffy from irratation, legs twitching as the fingers breached the ring.

"OoOh god~"

His voice shook as he spread his fingers apart, hot syrupy cum pooling out around his digits, down his ass to the floor.

He slowed his movements, deliberately avoiding his most sensitive spots as he scraped out more semen. Marshall's eyes, almost like a wolf, hungrily ogled Kelly, so sexy and cute, my lovable Kelly. Cringing at the thought, that was kinda creepy... But, it held some truth.

"FUCK~"

Kelly's dick turning into a chubby, the brush and rub of his fingers borderline painful as he scooped out cum. He retracted his fingers sighing loudly, batting his eyes at Marshall, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he goes in again. He's going way too slow, Marshall just wants more of Kelly, seeing him poorly finger himself is tempting him to come help. Marshall pulls him in by the ankles, lifting his ass up onto his lap, he bends Kelly so that his dick is aimed at his face and ass vulnerable, up to Marshall's chest. Kelly claws at his muscled thighs, panicking.

"What're YOU DOING-?!"

Marshall's steel irises lock with Kelly's, his hands griping Kells supple ass, thumbs dipping into the hole gaping the slack cavity, Kelly watching in disbelief as Marshall stuck his tongue out and licked up his crack, lavishing his hole, sticking his tongue inside, wiggling pressure on his prostate, using his pointer fingers to further the stretching, crooking the tip of his tongue on his prostate while pushing his head up.

"H-holy f-fuuuck~!!"

He clenched hard on the wet muscle, his over sensitive hole making him hard in seconds, pleading with Marshall to be gentle, choking on his cries, curling his toes. Right when he's about to cum, Marshall pulls back, breathing heavy licking his lips.

"You taste sweet~"

Kelly whimpered, finally able to relax.

"Ple-ease~... don-t do... That again..."

He makes a pained whine.

" My... can't ha-handle much right no-"

"I'm so sorry Kells~"

Marshall grinned devilishly, Kelly cocked his head to the side in question. Marshall slotted the running shower head in his ass, pressing the sprayer side against his prostate. Kelly screams, his stomach twisting, pushing him over the edge, forcing him to cum on his face. The strong surge of almost too hot water battering his sweet spot, swirling up in, flushing over all the abused flesh.

"HngAHH~ nnnnnnooO~!"

Kelly's arms wrap around his stomach as he squirms on Marshall's lap. Keeping a solid arm thrusting it in and out of him as he slides Kelly off of his lap and lays on the floor with him, moving on his shoulder. He spoons Kelly's back, lightly biting his neck as he fucks his hole. He used his other hand to twist Kelly's head, engaging in a sloppy kiss.

"F..fuck you~... hnng~"

Kelly grumbles, pulling away from the kiss. Marshalls growls while licking his ear, shoving the object in to the hilt. He licks a broad stripe on Kells cheek, tasting the glossy cum on his face.

"fUCK- oh~... fuuuck~ hnng~!"

Kelly's gut flips, his rosy dick squirting all over the tile and his stomach. Marshall wants to show his dominance to Kelly, to put him in his place, proving he may be old but he can still blow his back out.

"Say it.."

Marshall orders, voice void of any comfort.

Kelly goes cold, a familiar fear rising up.

"Say you can't handle my dick- and that you're a bratty pillow princess-"

"N-no aghnn~ fuc-k thaaght~!"

Marshall starts slamming the makeshift dildo deep in Kelly, pulling all the way out then in, grinding it against his prostate. Kelly squeals, jerking against Marshall's durable frame, the abuse on his battered hole overcame his resistance, hiccuping while sobbing.

"Say it"

Marshall snarled, blowing into his ear, nipping at his jaw, feeling the sudden rise of Kelly's chest. Kelly swears Marshall bullies him just for the hell of it, I-Im not a pillow princess... just easy to overwelm. He's disgusted with himself, hating that his words elicit excitement and rushes of electricity.

"I-I can't handle your dick~ ha~... I'm a pillow- princess~!"

He shrieked, cum sputtering out of his aching dick, his hole ruined once more, his walls and gut pulsing with dull stings.

"Good, boy~"

Kissing up his neck, licking the shell of his ear.

He shut off the water and pulled out the silver head, sofly massaging his ass, a thumb caressing his sore hole.

"You're so violent~"

Kelly whispered sensually,

Marshall claiming his lips, wet and breathy. He helped Kelly sit up, water gushing out, tribbling down his inner thighs.

"Ahnn~"

They finished up the shower and headed back to Kelly's room. Kelly dresses up in a long sleeve shirt, bland white panties and some elastic shorts. Marshall slipped on some sweats and left to go reheat Kelly's food.

When he comes back, he's faced with a blanket smothered form pointed away from the door, he sets the food on the nightstand and sits next to Kelly. Tv remote in hand as he jostles him.

"Movies?"

Kelly jerks his body away from him staying mute.

"Seriously the silent treatment?"

Kelly growls throwing off the sheets, an angry frown on his face, crossing his arms across his chest. Hot rage-fueled tears burning his face.

"Your an ass! I told you it was too fucking much and forced me to say shit!"

Kelly turns back around. Marshall sighs.

"Please sweetheart... I didn't have any ill intent in doing that to you."

Crawling towards him, leaning on him, resting his head on Kells shoulder. Blood rose to Kelly's cheeks, Marshalls' never addressed him by a nickname.

"I need to learn when I should stop though..."

He flashed a repentant glimpse at Kelly, still frowning and glaring at him. He averted his eyes, inching his hand closer to Kelly's.

"You are just too adorable, I always end up wanting more~"

He parks his hand atop Kelly's smaller one, suprized when he doesn't rip his hand away. Marshall peeks at Kelly, same pissed expression.

Fuck he's still mad, I should I give his some space to cool off, I'll apologize again later. He sat up, slipping his hand off of Kelly's, right before he moved to give him time alone, Kelly leaned back against him. Marshall saw Kelly turn pink, returning his hand to Marshall. Though Marshall can be cruel, Kelly keeps falling for his stupid, dopey, softness.

"Hey Kells?"

Marshall pushed him down, dividing his legs.

"N-no! We already did a shit ton, I really can't last any longer!"

"I'm just gonna eat you out~ "

Marshall silenced him with a rough kiss, Kelly whimpered, drawing his tongue out.

"Just please be gentle~"

"I promise~"

Marshall peels off his shorts, and sucks the fabric covering his hole, wetting the satin. He took long licks, sucking on the cloth as his hands clutching the thickness of his sore ass.

"Haa-"

He uses his teeth to remove the panties, then his hands to fully discard them. He blows on the skin, getting a sharp gasp from Kelly. He licks up his hole, across his balls, and the length of his dick, sucking down on it a few times.

He pops off to insert his tongue in his ass, curling and twisting along the walls, adding two fingers to slowly scissor him. Kelly gets tense, moans seeping out of clenched teeth, his thighs closing in on Marshall's head.

"Shiiit~ ha- im cl-"

He squeezes his legs on Marshall's head, his hand gripping his chopped hair. He purses his lips, the same sparks egniting in his groin.

"Close~!"

Marshall put his dick in his mouth to finish him up, suckling on the cherry as he rubbed slow circles on his prostate. Kelly thrust up into the heat, mewling as the tightness in his belly let out.

"Marshall~!"

He sucked down spurts of his sweet thick milk, bobbing his head and flicking his tongue on the underside while rhythmically milking his prostate. Kelly cries out as Marshall continues even after he just came, tired arms struggling to get him off.

His thighs are vibrating, them touching Marshall ears, fidgeting closer to incidentally squeezing him, his soft dick getting hard again in his mouth.

"MarshallMarshallMarshallMarshall~!

I just came, thats enough, I-Im good, pleasepleasepleaseIDONTNEEDANYMORE~!

Marshall felt his dick twitch, squeezing his lips on the tip, jacking his dick shaft roughly.

"Angh~!"

The slimmer rapper benieth him clenched on his fingers, his walls spasming. White cum sputtering into Marshall's mouth, drinking it down, savoring it's sweet aftertaste. He sucked along his small dick, licking in his hole, sucking on the ring, cleaning his sensitive areas. Marshall looms over Kelly, the skinny blonde a lovely pink color, all needy and depleted, giving him a little kiss so he can taste himself.

"Ha.. ew that's gross-"

Marshall chuckled in the crook of Kells shoulder, his beard tickling his skin.

"Well... You taste nice to me"

Kelly rolled his eyes.

"You're a pervert-"

He scoffed, settling his chin to rest on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Hey Kelly?"

He hummed in response, his eyes closed, relaxing on Marshall.

"You in a better mood now?"

"Yeah... next time just ask me if you wanna do something weird, I'll probably be down."

"I'll keep that in mind, honey."

Kelly blushed, pet names are gay as fuck, but when Marshall calls him that... it has a nice ring to it.

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They were cuddling on the bed, Kelly's empty bowl on the nightstand. They were watching some old high school movie flick, the plot unorganized and really stereotypical. Marshall stroked his side while petting his head, fingers combing through delicate hair. Kelly commando under his shorts, wet underwear on the floor, ass to Marshall's crotch, his bent knee between Kelly's thighs.

"Hey Kelly, are you serious about detoxing?"

He was quiet for a minute, it's not that big a deal, a few packs of beer there and a line of coke there and you need at least a blunt every few hours, it's...

Now that he recalls it it's almost every other day he uses variations of those drugs. Fuck his kidneys are on overdrive, it'd be for the best to cut back on the alcohol and weed and stop coke all together.

"I think it's about time I do that, I don't think my kidneys can handle more shit."

Kelly stretched his limbs out, the vibrations from Marshalls light laugh on his back.

"Heh, I got a private jet on call, It can get here in the next few days, you can spend like two or more weeks at my place..."

Marshall murmurs in question.

"The first weeks' the worst, the second gets better. At the end of next week I got a surprise place I'm going to take you.

"Can I have a hint?"

"Kelly, you understand a surprise is, right?"

"Of course I do, ugh fine ill wait-"

He pressed his lips to the underside of Marshall's jaw, admiring his beard. Marshall messes up Kelly's hair, he blows the locks out of his eyes, flashing the older man an odd look.

"I'll pack tomorrow-"