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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dubious_Consent, Masturbation,
      Underage_Masturbation, Dirty_Talk, Dirty_Thoughts, Bedroom_Sex, Spanking,
      Rimming, Daddy_Kink, Piss_kink, Watersports, Sex_Toys, Toys, Public
      Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Sneaking_Around, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Orgasm
      Denial, Grandparents_&_Grandchildren, Rough_Sex, Video_Cameras, Edgeplay,
      Caught, Dom/sub, Dom_Rick, Dom_Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Tears,
      Crying, Sadism, Top_Rick
  Series:
      Part 5 of Prompts/Secret_Santas/Short_Stories_(stand_alone_stories)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-19 Completed: 2018-01-14 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5286
****** Chronic Masturbator ******
by FlorinaLyndis, RickSlamsTheMultiverse
Summary
     Rick finds out Morty has been jerkin' it all over the house.
     His room is next...
     Why the fuck is there cum on my shoe…? Wait… fuck… God damn it,
     Morty…
Notes
     This is for Mr._Sen, if you're a RickMorty fan who's on tumblr, you
     probably know him already.
     Hope you like it! :)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Sneaky *****
 
 
There were footsteps throughout the house as everyone was gathering up for
breakfast, as per the usual routine for the Smith family. And Rick Sanchez. It
was just another morning of summer, allowing everyone to gather up in the
morning without worrying about the usual buzz of the school year and having to
eat quickly and rush out the door. No, everyone was able to hang out and enjoy
a nice family breakfast before going about their day. It was grounding for
some. For others, it was just another ritual to start the day. Sitting around
the dining table, everyone settled into their usual seats and Beth had started
to divide the food out, giving everyone their share before sitting back down in
her seat and beginning to eat. Everyone was chatting casually and laughing -
the usual participating of social norms. Morty was unusually quiet this
morning, though, quietly eating his food with the fork in his hand while his
other hand was off of the table. The expression on his face made him seem like
he was uncomfortable, but he’d continued his silence. He was pulled back to
reality though, as Rick snapped his fingers at the boy.
 
“H - Huh?! What?!”
 
“Your m - mother was talking to you, idiot.”
 
“Yeah, Morty, are you okay?”
 
Everyone was looking at him, Beth seeming to be particularly concerned. Jerry
raised an eyebrow, but shrugged and went back to eating his breakfast while
Summer narrowed her eyes suspiciously at Morty before returning to her meal.
Rick seemed as indifferent as ever while Beth couldn’t stop worrying about
Morty. The young boy flushed a bit and nodded slowly.
 
“Y - Yeah, Mom. I’m - I’m fine. Wh - what were you saying?”
 
“I was asking if you wanted to come along this year. I mean, I know last year
you wanted to just hang out with Rick and go on adventures, but I thought maybe
this year you might want something… different?”
 
Morty thought about it briefly before shaking his head and returning his eyes
to his meal, bringing the fork with some eggs on it to his mouth and chewing
slowly, almost as if he was lost in his own little world. Every so often, his
eyes would go back to Rick, watching the older man whenever he thought Rick
wasn’t looking. Rick watched Morty with a raised eyebrow as he’d brought a
forkful of pancakes to his lips, biting down on the fluffy pieces before
turning to Beth to provide his own answer.
 
“Don’t worry about it, H - Honey. H - He’s a teenager. They - they don’t want
to hang out with f - f - family. I’ll watch him while you guys are - you guys
are gone.”
 
“Thanks, Dad. I suppose we should make sure everything’s packed up, then.”
 
Summer gave both Rick and Morty suspicious looks again, her eyes going between
the both of them briefly before she’d finished up the food on her plate and
she’d moved to put her emptied plate and dirty utensils into the sink, thanking
Beth for the meal before heading upstairs to pack. Jerry did the same and he
was soon followed by Beth, leaving Morty and Rick in the dining room to
themselves. Rick was just about done with his plate as Morty got to the halfway
point, looking at the boy’s plate before his eyes focused on Morty. The boy’s
breathing was shallow and his face was flushed, almost like he was having a
fever. Morty’s eyes lifted from his plate and it was just in time to watch Rick
flick his tongue out against the back of his hand, licking up some stray syrup.
Morty’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated, biting his lower lip as he’d
looked back down at his plate of food. His body seemed to be shivering, a
muffled sound being held back as - after a few convulsions - he’d eventually
settled into his chair, breathing heavily. Rick seemed indifferent to the whole
situation as he’d stood up and brought his plate over to the sink.
 
Before long, Morty was left in the dining room all by his lone self. He’d
looked around to see if anyone was walking by before he’d pulled his hand out
from under the table, looking at how much cum coated the surface of his hand.
 For awhile, Morty had enjoyed masturbating in inappropriate places at
inappropriate times. The thrill that he’d used to get from touching himself
dissipated over the years and he was finding that he needed new ways to spice
it up. So far, he’d done it all over the house and this was the first time he’d
managed to do it in the dining room. He’d gulped and a satisfied grin formed on
his face. He’d never managed to cum like that before, at least not while other
people were in close proximity and while he wasn’t getting caught. Mission
accomplished.
 
His lips being awkwardly dry, he’d run his tongue along his mouth and he’d
finished up the rest of his meal, getting through it quickly before it got too
cold, and he’d picked up his napkin and wiped his hand clean of the sticky
white fluids he’d produced. Thoughts ran through his head as he’d thought about
where to masturbate next… As soon as the idea struck him, though, he was on the
move. Morty moved carefully, making sure to put his “little friend” back into
his pants before getting up from the table and taking his plate to the sink,
putting it inside. His eyes shifted around, making sure to take note of where
everyone was. Summer, Jerry, and Beth were all moving around, finishing up with
the packing for their camping trip. Meanwhile, Rick was nowhere to be found.
That kind of made Morty nervous, but he’d soldiered on, wanting to make sure
everything was perfect.
 
---------------------------------
 
Rick moved into the living room, groaning as he’d rubbed his temples. It’s not
that he had a shortage of things to do or adventures to go on, but - at least
at the moment - Rick couldn’t help but wonder why Morty didn’t jump on the
chance to spend more time with his family. With everything that had happened in
the past year and even before that, Rick was surprised Morty didn’t just leave
him alone. Even so, Morty being around meant that there was always something
interesting to do.  What happened over breakfast was definitely weird, though.
Even for Rick. His eyes went up to the ceiling as he allowed his head to fall
back and a hand to run through his hair - all as he let out a heavy breath. As
usual, he needed a drink.
 
His eyes went from the ceiling down to his feet, where he’d noticed something…
different about his shoes. There was a white streak over it. And not a streak
like a line, no. It was a splatter streak. One side of his monobrow lifted as
he’d gotten onto a knee to take a closer look at the marking. His finger came
down to touch it and what he’d felt wasn’t quite what he’d expected. It was…
sticky. The texture was one that - as a man - he was all too familiar with.
 
Why the fuck is there cum on my shoe…? Wait… Oh, fuck… God damn it, Morty…
 
Rick quickly connected the dots and he groaned, lifting his clean hand to his
face and massaging the bridge of his nose, not quite knowing what to think or
say on the matter. His eyes shifted over the the couch so that he could just
take a seat and rest a bit from this revelation, but this was interrupted by
the fact that he’d seen several faint stains on the couch now. White splats.
Again. Was there more around this place? Pulling out a relatively strong black
light, Rick head into the kitchen and began running it along the counter, not
taking very long to find another streak and - getting onto one knee again -
taking it along the kitchen floor and finding several more.
 
This god damn kid...
 
Rick had gotten up on his feet again and very quickly made his way to the
garage, walking over to several monitors in the corner of the garage and
pressing several keys in a very specific order, the monitors flickering to life
and showing several areas of the house. Rick could clearly see Summer, Jerry,
and Beth leaving the front door with several backpacks and other bags
containing various items - camping equipment, flashlights, cooking equipment,
etc. - and loading these things into the car. Morty was seen on one of the
other screens, walking down the upstairs hallway before heading downstairs to
send his family off on their trip. Rick couldn’t be bothered, as he just
watched the four of them hug before the previous three had simply loaded into
the car and left the teenage boy in the driveway.
 
Rick watched Morty enter the house, suspiciously look around, and proceed in
the direction of Rick’s own room. He was certainly cautious, but clearly the
boy wasn’t cautious enough to think that Rick had planted cameras throughout
the house. When the brunette inevitably made it to the older male’s room, he’d
pressed his ear up to Rick’s door, probably checking to see if the man was in.
The look of relief on his face was priceless as Morty entered Rick’s room and
Rick’s eyes slid over to another screen, seeing his room from a bird’s eye
view. Was he going to do what Rick thought he was going to…?
 
---------------------------------
 
Morty moved around Rick’s room, knowing for a fact now that Rick was in the
garage - since the old man wasn’t anywhere else. Whenever Rick went into the
garage, that generally meant that he was doing experiments and that he’d be in
there for quite awhile. Morty took this chance to finally do something that
he’d never tried doing before. His breathing became shallow as he’d plopped
himself onto Rick’s bed and he’d inhaled the scent of his grandfather deeply.
He couldn’t quite place when these affectionate feelings towards Rick had
appeared, but it was almost like an obsession now. Watching Rick lick the syrup
off of his own hand and seeing Rick’s tongue was enough to set Morty ablaze
with desire and wanting so, so much more.
 
Kicking off his pants showed that Morty had shoved something into his bottom,
shivering a bit as his legs were exposed to the cooler air. His hand reached
back to touch upon the nub that was sticking out of his backside, pulling on it
lightly and gasping sharply before cooing with a shiver a pleasure. He’d
continued gently pulling on it before shaking and shivering with pleasure,
pulling out the toy with a pop and leaving his anus gaping. He’d looked at the
butt plug he’d bought relatively recently as he’d discovered the joys of
playing with himself in not-so-private locations and the butt plug was
something that he’d found himself quite fond of as he walked around with it
inside of him, loving the feeling of the way it shifted every time he moved.
Actually, Morty had gotten quite bored of regular masturbation up to this point
and was tired of simply staring at a computer screen as he beat his meat. Being
a teenager meant that he was still looking for the best thing to pleasure him,
and masturbating all over the place was the first step. It was significantly
more exciting and he’d become quite addicted to it. Over time, he’d also
acquired several kinds of toys online, getting whatever seemed to be
interesting at the time. As such, he’d also had a few… favorites. He’d reached
into his pants and pulled out a vibrating egg that was quite large - filling
the palm of his hand easily - connected to a controller that adjusted the power
of the vibration with a thin wire.. Morty tried to curb his excitement a bit,
but was finding it a bit difficult, his cock completely erect at the very
thought of what he was doing.
 
This would be the first time Morty would masturbate in Rick’s bed, and the very
sensation of being in Rick’s room had him at the peak of his excitement. Or so
he’d thought. Breathing in the smell of Rick - a distinct old-person smell that
was also accompanied with the scent of alcohol and musk - had Morty leaking
from his tip already. He couldn’t wait anymore, and that wasn’t just because he
was limited on time. Without any hesitation, the brunette shoved the egg into
his asshole, letting out a yelp of pleasure as it buried itself deep into him,
but quickly lifting a hand to cover his mouth, hoping that the noise hadn’t
alerted Rick at all. Everything stopped and Morty waited several moments,
straining to see if he could hear Rick’s footsteps outside of the room.
 
Silence.
 
Relief washed over Morty’s body and he’d shifted a bit, getting used to the
feeling of the egg in his tight hole, moaning a little. His hand held onto the
controller, getting it started on the lowest setting. There was a hum that
filled Morty’s body and he’d let out another moan - much lower but also much
longer. As the egg vibrated inside of him, his free hand wrapped around his
cock and he began to stroke it eagerly, his excitement spiking as his body was
significantly more sensitive from feeling the vibrating toy inside of him. His
hips pushed against his hand as he’d tried and failed to control himself,
wanting to ride out this pleasure for as long as he could. Morty turned his
head so that he could get a strong huff of Rick’s pillow, breathing into it and
using it to muffle his moans.
 
---------------------------------
 
Rick watched as Morty pulled out the toys and he was finding himself aroused
from the display, having already pulled his own dick out and beginning to
stroke it at the sight before him. The old man’s mind was abuzz with watching
his grandson do these lewd things and his cock was filled to the brim with lust
- harder than it had been in a long while. As his fist pumped at his erection
furiously, Rick’s eyes stayed on Morty’s own dick, watching the boy stroke at
his own hardness with reckless abandon.
 
God, what a lil' slut you are...Yeah, you like jerking off on my bed, thinking
of me? Huh, Morty? Bet you're fucking stroking your cock imagining me inside of
you...FUCK~!
 
---------------------------------
 
Morty’s pumping became more fervent as he increased the setting on the egg,
kicking it up several notches as he’d let out a loud moan, no longer caring if
Rick heard him. His fingers wrapped even more tightly around his phallus and -
with every stroke - his palm curled over the tip, adding increased stimulation
and taking advantage of his heightened sensitivity. His hips bucked hard
against his hand, causing the egg to slip out just a bit before Morty reacted
quickly and pushed the sucker back in, the resulting pleasure of re-entry
causing him to squeal with delight.
 
“Aaauuu, Rick it feels - feels so good…I - I want youso bad...”
 
Morty could feel the quickly approaching release, though, and he knew he had to
up the ante. His hand worked harder to pump his dick now and he’d put the
setting for the egg at max. Once he’d done that he’d taken his free hand and
buried two fingers into his asshole, pushing the egg deeper and against his
prostate, causing him to convulse with surprise and with pleasure, letting out
a much louder scream. His ass pushed back against the egg and his hips pushed
firmly against his hand, the temptation of orgasm becoming far too great.
 
“O - O - OH, R - RICK, FUCK DADDY ~ I - I - I’M CUMMING!”
 
The sensation washed over his entire body as his legs convulsed wildly and his
eyes rolled back into his head, his jizz shooting up harder than he’d ever done
before, quite a bit of it landing on his stomach while even more landed on the
bed around his body, his hips convulsing in such a way that they pushed and
he’d humped his hand throughout the entirety of the orgasm. Riding it out for
as long as he possibly could, he’d squeezed his cock and tried to milk out
whatever sperm he could onto himself, eventually collapsing onto the bed and
moaning tiredly. His asshole also pushed against the vibrating egg and
eventually pushed the toy out with a squelch, Morty letting out another heavy
moan as it fell out of him. His voice was almost a whisper as he’d tried to
gather his thoughts.
 
“O - Oh g - geez… I - I’ve never… came that hard… before…”
 
---------------------------------
 
Rick was breathing heavily as his cock dribbled with cum, and he’d looked down
at the huge splatter he’d made on the floor. His eyes quickly returned to the
screen though as he’d noted that Morty was now completely collapsed on his bed,
loving the look of the cum on Morty’s stomach and all over his bed. Rick bit
his lip as he’d groaned and found himself wanting more and more. He hadn’t even
realized that his dick was still at attention until he’d noticed his hand was
unconsciously stroking it. Seemed his body was on the same page. Slowly getting
up with his dick out, Rick headed towards the door of the garage, grinning. It
was time to show this kid what it’d really be like to have a piece of Rick
Sanchez.
 
 
***** All Used Up *****
Chapter Summary
     Rick gets that booty~ (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the long wait, hopefully it was worth it! ;B
     *Slight dialog edits to chapter one.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
There were only a few brief moments for Morty to lay on the bed, taking a deep
breath to try and gather his composure. His mind was still racing, but he had
to get out before Rick came back into the room. It didn’t help that he’d
screamed out louder than he’d expected, since he was so deep in his orgasm that
he’d had a lapse of judgment and his words just forced their way out of his
lungs. Just the thought of it was enough to make Morty’s face flush with
embarrassment, his cheeks red with his shame. At the same time, however, his
asshole was still buzzing with the stimulation of the egg and his dick was
slightly sore from how hard he was stroking it. His shame was quickly
overshadowed by memories of the pleasure, a giddy smirk forming on the edge of
his lip.
 
That didn’t last long, however, as he started hearing footsteps. They were
approaching fast, and every thump of a foot against wood was enough to let
Morty know. Rick was coming. And he was coming with a purpose. Panic began to
fill Morty as his body kicked into an adrenaline mode and he’d tried to move
quickly. Using his shirt, he’d quickly tried to mop up his sperm from Rick’s
bed. This was a bit of a shoddy attempt, since the shirt caused a majority of
the sticky mess to smear onto the bed sheets. The footsteps were outside of the
door now, Morty having run out of time. Rick had burst into the room, glaring
at Morty with a certain look that Morty couldn’t quite identify. It was a look
that Rick had never shown him before. In a word, Morty could only describe it
as a look of… Dominance.
 
“R - Rick, I - I’m - I’m sorry! Don’t be mad, please, please don’t be mad at
me!”
 
What Morty didn’t know, however, is that Rick wasn’t mad at him. As a result,
the older man felt like he would enjoy messing with his grandson’s head in
these moments, if only for a short time. Advancing towards Morty, engorged cock
swinging from side to side with every step, Rick had pinned Morty down onto his
bed, holding the boy’s neck with every intention to fuck him senseless, but
also for more . Finally noting Rick’s tool at the ready, Morty had no idea what
to think. He’d thought Rick was furious, but no - he was horny ? There was fear
that permeated Morty’s mind, but behind that fear was a healthy - or unhealthy,
depending on your point of view - dose of curiosity and even that was spiced
heavily with lust.
 
Rick had made a single movement to spin Morty around on his stomach, pinning
the young male to the bed with one arm on the small of his back. Using his free
hand, Rick had started spanking Morty, the snap of his palm striking Morty’s
bare ass creating an echo that spread through the house. Without missing a
beat, another spank followed. And another. And another - until Morty’s bottom
was a darker shade of pink, Morty since having held his face to Rick’s pillow
to muffle his screaming. Rick raised his hand to complete another spank, but
had an idea mid-way through his motion and opted to slamming two fingers into
Morty’s asshole to complete the motion, the sudden entry into his body causing
Morty to squeal loudly into the cushion that the pillow provided.
 
“G - Geez, Morty, it’s so l - loose in here. A bit o - overboard with the toys,
huh, ya lil' shit?”
 
The old man’s fingers worked the inside of the tight opening, stroking against
Morty’s inner walls and every wriggle of one of his digits caused Morty to
shift underneath Rick, not knowing how to process everything that was going on
in his head. While he was enjoying it, he still wasn’t expecting for this to
happen. It wasn’t settling, so it became a situation where he wasn’t enjoying
it as much as he’d like. That didn’t last too long, though, when Rick had
pulled his fingers out of the young asshole and had replaced them with his
mouth and tongue, rimming the boy and causing Morty to moan loudly.
 
Getting Morty’s asshole nice and wet, Rick had seemed satisfied with his work
and he’d spun Morty back onto his back, grinning and licking his lips as he’d
looked down at the flushed boy,  who was hiding his face with his arms -
attempting to hide his shame. Rick couldn’t help but revel in this and took a
few moments to admire the boy’s slim figure, wondering briefly if Morty would
be able to handle the monster that was his equipment. That wonder faded to
sadism and the grin on his face seemed to widen just a bit more, pressing the
tip of his hardened member between Morty’s tender cheeks. Morty’s eyes widened
and he screamed out in a panic.
 
“W - W - Wait, Rick, I’m - I’m not re - please! I - I’m not mentally prepa - !”
 
There wasn’t even enough time for him to finish and - without even so much as a
reply - Rick had spread Morty’s legs apart further and proceeded to spread his
anal walls apart as well, large cock doing a perfectly good job of filling
Morty up. The old man groaned with delight as he’d allowed the hole to wrap
around him so snugly, the convulsing muscles of Morty’s anus only doing well to
increase his pleasure. Meanwhile, Morty was left breathless, eyes rolling up
into his head and his body convulsing from just the sensation of having Rick
buried inside of him. Looking down at his grandson only made Rick grin with
satisfaction, his hips beginning to rock slowly.
 
Morty wasn’t quite prepared for that, as the cock that was now starting to
shift around inside of him dragged itself along his inner walls, hitting
several different sorts of nerves and sending wave after wave of uncontrolled
sensation through his body, tongue lolling out as he started to lose himself to
the pleasure. Morty’s ass did all of the work it needed to, squeezing oh-so-
perfectly around Rick’s monstrous rod and massaging the length of it with his
insides. There was another sensation that flooded Morty, however, as Rick had
pulled out only half way before he’d shoved it back into the slim brunette. The
feeling of the tip of Ricks cock hitting Morty’s prostate at just the right
pressure was enough to send Morty reeling from pleasure, his hip shooting up
with his dick back at attention. His back was arching as he was trying to
adjust his position to have Rick hit just the right spot as well, the added
sensation almost pushing Morty to orgasm.
 
“God, M -Morty… You’re a - a - fuck - fuckin’ slut, y’know that? My dick is
moving inside of you so fucking easily… You at least coulda - coulda put up
alittle bit of a fight? But you can’t, can you? Y - You like daddy’s dick that
much, huh? Huh, Morty? You like feeling me inside of you, don’t you baby boy?”
 
The boy wasn’t even able to reply to that, as he was too busy with even trying
to breathe. His legs had instinctively wrapped around Rick at this point, so
the older man took this as a cue to continue to fuck his grandson. The
continued thrusts and stimulation already started to make Morty’s dick dribble
with precum and Rick couldn’t help but want to see what else he could do to
make Morty react. With a smirk, the old man’s hand wrapped around Morty’s dick
and he used it as a grip to thrust harder into Morty. Of course, Morty let out
a squeal of surprise before it had deepened to an intense moan.
 
“Ooohhhhhh, daddy, that’s so g - good~.”
 
As Morty had thrust up into Rick’s hand, he was starting to regain a sense of
his surroundings, pulling his head out from drowning in pleasure and he’d
moaned pitifully, trying to figure out how to fight Rick’s control of the
situation but finding himself helpless to the old man’s dick, his body
submitting to the glorious girth that was his grandfather. Oncoming, however,
was the peak of Morty’s pleasure. As his hips bucked into the old man’s hand
with a vigor beyond what he was used to, Morty’s moans grew louder and with
more of a sign of his coming release. His eyes had closed and he was ready to
explode… and then the moment never came. Confused and frustrated, the young
boy’s eyes flew open to Rick’s shit eating grin.
 
“C - C’mon, Morty. You didn’t - didn’t think I was going to make it that easy
for you, d - did you?”
 
Tears formed in the boy’s eyes and he’d grit his teeth, sniffling a bit as he’d
moved his hips to try to thrust more against Rick’s hand, but to no avail. The
old man was doing a good job of holding him in place. Rick had teasingly given
Morty a single thrust, the tip of his cock pushing against Morty’s prostate,
causing the boy to involuntarily convulse and let out a yelp. As tears began
streaming down the sides of his head, Morty continued to struggle against Rick
and try to find that sweet, sweet orgasm, with Rick stopping him at every turn.
Rick would stop moving, tease the tip of Morty’s tool to make him writhe in
pleasurable agony, play with the boy’s nipples to watch him squeak and whine
defiantly, and even gave the young boy several spanks along his thigh and
around his ass, seeking to pull Morty to the very limits of his desire.
 
“P - Please daddy, I - I’m so c - c - c - close…!”
 
The begging look on Morty’s face was pitiful and Rick had a bit of a disgusted
look on his face. This kid had the audacity to ask for pleasure in his
situation, and Rick wasn’t inclined to give it to him in any way. In fact, he’d
loved watching his grandson struggle and this tipped the scales in a way that
Rick was finding himself smiling down at the boy again. If Morty thought that
something as simple as this was torture, he had another thing coming. Gripping
on Morty’s dick with a new idea, Rick used his palm to work the tip of it and
only the tip of it, the sensitive head sending sharp sensations that
reverberated through Morty’s body, causing even more convulsing, moaning, and
crying. Ah, it was simply a symphony of agony and was a serenade to Rick’s
ears.
 
This process continued for a short while, a cycle of Rick giving Morty only the
briefest reprieve of pleasure before subjecting him to another wave of teasing
and taunting, leaning forward to whisper into Morty’s ear about how he was a
piece of shit and he didn’t deserve to cum. This, brought forth the moaning and
whining - and Morty found himself enjoying more than he’d ever thought
possible. This sadistic side of Rick was pulling forth Morty’s masochistic
side, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Every layer of agony was another
dimension of pleasure for Morty and - while he still wanted to cum - he didn’t
quite want it to end.
 
Fortunately - or unfortunately - for Morty, Rick wasn’t done yet. He’d picked
up the egg that Morty had left on the bed and pushed it against the head of
Morty’s dick - really pressing it onto the boy. Morty’s eyes widened and the
previous squeal turned into a scream of pleasure, hips thrusting into the air
and legs twitching about. The sensations drowned Morty and he’d cum harder than
even his previously stated record, coating Rick’s hand and the egg in sticky,
white sperm. Even his ass was spasming around Rick’s dick, causing the old man
to wince from the increased pressure. Before too long, he’d adjusted and began
enjoying it again, thrusting into his cock-slut of a grandson.
 
“Y - you liked that, didn’t you baby? Now daddy’s gonna - gonna fucking cum in
your ass. Mmm...fuck, it feels so good inside you baby boy...”
 
It only took a few hard thrusts before Rick was at the edge of his own release,
continuously thrusting into Morty’s asshole and pounding the boy into a state
of mindlessness, Morty’s tongue lolling out as he was still quite out of it
from when Rick had made him explode earlier. As he was regaining himself, Rick
was just about finished, cock slamming into Morty’s sore hole and causing Morty
to wince and groan with a mixture of pain and enjoyment, closing his eyes
tightly as he’d tried to endure the last stretch of this experience. After
several more thrusts, Morty could feel Rick convulsing inside of him before
roaring and erupting inside of the boy with a hard thrust, Morty moaning out as
he was filled with rope after rope of hot, sticky jizz, filling him up to an
excess and the remainder spilling out from the edges of his anus. His eyes
rolled back into his head as a wave of pleasure overcame him and Morty had
passed out, leaving Rick to keep thrusting and empty his balls out in his
grandson.
 
Pulling his dick out of Morty with a wet pop, looked at Morty, who was at this
point collapsed on his bed. There was jizz sliding out of Morty’s asshole and
onto his bed and this made the old man smirk with satisfaction. But he still
wasn’t done. Positioning his dick over Morty, he’d aimed the head at the boy’s
body, chuckling as he’d let loose and a stream of yellow liquid left the tip,
pouring over Morty and causing the boy to groan from the surprising heat that
was enveloping his chest. Rick had simply sighed with bliss as the liquid
cleared out his urethra and he’d finished up by wiping his cock clean with
Morty’s nearby underwear, throwing it into Morty’s face and leaving the room.
 
“Clean up before you come out, you filthy fucking animal.”
 
 
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