Page 23 of A Quick Buck

He’d been marked now… fuck.

“Hold still, and we can be done quickly,” Alistair warned.

“The fuck are you doing?” Noah demanded, his voice far more breathless than he would have liked.

“Teaching you a lesson.” Alistair chuckled softly. “You are a very stubborn boy, but that’s all right. I’ve certainly known worse than you. You will be a good boy for me. Trust me… your sweet little ass will break long before my patience does.”

The first crack of Alistair’s palm across Noah’s bare cheek made him yelp. It was hot, quick, and gone almost instantly.

“Fuck you, dude.”

“That mouth is really something.” Alistair leaned in close, his voice a whisper as he taunted, “Is it as fantastic as Mr. Medina said, or is it only good for spewing filth?”

Shame coiled up in Noah’s gut, and he ground his teeth. He could still remember how Medina had tasted, and the memory now nauseated him. He closed his eyes and spat, “Fuck you so hard, you fuckin’ old piece of fuckin’ trash.”

“Mmm, what a shame.” Alistair spanked him again. “You’re being such a naughty little boy, but you enjoy it, don’t you?”

“Fuck off and die.” Noah started to pant, and he cried out when Alistair smacked him hard enough to make his hips jerk. He could definitely feel that one, and he could vividly imagine the white-hot imprint of Alistair’s hand still throbbing in his cheek moments after it had struck him.

“Shhh. Come on now, dear Noah.” Alistair switched over and promptly spanked the other cheek. “We both know this is what you want. You want to be taken care of, to find someone to give you what you need.”

“Mmmm… fuck…” Noah’s head was clouding now, its dull pounding syncing with the hot pulse in his ass cheeks. It was hard to think, and he couldn’t argue when everything Alistair was saying was true.

He was lonely, and he knew he wasn’t a good person. It was why he kept falling for crappy guys like Medina. He was so desperate for someone to validate him and make him feel good, but it was always fleeting.

“You need someone to teach you how to be a good boy,” Alistair went on, “because obviously you’re not, right? After all, if you were good, you wouldn’t be alone. You’d have someone, isn’t that right?”

Noah had to bite back a sob.

“You’re a brat, one of the worst I’ve ever met. You’re so wrapped up in your own ridiculous little orbit that you can’t even see the pain you cause in others. But you don’t care, do you? Because all that matters is what you want.”

Yes, Noah was terrible. He was selfish, spoiled to a fault, and that’s why he had no friends, no family, and no lover.

Deep down inside, he knew he didn’t deserve anything else.

Maybe not even happiness…

Noah gasped when Alistair spread his tender cheeks, his thick thumbs sliding in to stroke Noah’s hole.

“Oh, but there is great potential in you,” Alistair soothed. “I can teach you, dear Noah. All you have to do is listen, be a good boy for me, and I’ll take such good care of you.”

“I can be good… I can…” Noah’s eyes fluttered shut. “I can be so good for you.”

“You’ll have to do everything I say, do you understand?” Alistair kept pushing against Noah’s hole, dry but applying enough pressure to make him squirm.

“Yes…”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Now. We need to take care of this, don’t we?” Alistair reached around and grabbed Noah’s cock, so sensitive and hard, and gave it a cruel squeeze.

“Sh-shit!” Noah bucked into Alistair’s hand, frantic and needy. His shame only seemed to make him harder, and he was helpless to refuse whatever Alistair asked of him. Being good meant too much to him to stop.

“Here. Up on the table.” Alistair urged Noah forward.

Noah shifted his hips so his cock was up on the table, pinned beneath his stomach.