Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/13390791.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Dubious_Consent, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Coercion, Emotional_Manipulation,
      Gaslighting, Child_Abuse, Sexual_Manipulation, Manipulation, Name-
      Calling, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, hebephillia, pedophilic
      implications, Rick_is_an_Asshole, using_mood_swings_to_keep_other_from
      being_comfortable, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering, Deepthroating, Blow_Jobs,
      Hand_Jobs, Choking, Light_breathplay, Light_Dom/sub, Dacryphilia,
      Creampie, Sorry_not_sorry_for_this
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-16 Words: 6268
****** Hardly an Us ******
by 5bluetriangles
Summary
     Morty is used to this, but that doesn't mean he's okay with it.
Notes
     I honestly love sick, nasty Rickmorty as much as I love cute
     Rickmorty and I gotta get better at writing it so here we gooooo this
     took ages
Morty knew what Rick wanted the moment the man told him to get in the ship.
He knew that look in his grandfather’s cold, icy eyes.
He still failed to prepare himself for what would happen every time though.
Rick followed him closely and once they got in the ship, he climbed into the
backseat, sitting down with his legs together and arms hugging himself,
shoulders hunched. He knew from experience that Rick would just pull him onto
his lap and do it like that if he didn’t climb back there himself. There were
some old pillows back there but those were less for his comfort and more for
Rick to have easier access to different positions. He tried not to think about
that. He tried not to think about all of this.
“Take off your shirt and—and—and pants, Morty” Rick said as he pulled out of
the garage, flying up out of the atmosphere to head for his favorite star
system to fuck his grandson in. It was beautiful and quiet, they had complete
privacy. “And leave those underwear on, I—I want to take those off myself,” he
added, chuckling.
Morty swallowed hard, stalling. But now was no time to disobey his grandfather
and he hesitantly pulled his shirt over his head, locking eyes with the man in
the rearview mirror. He sucked on his lower lip, pressing his legs together
more firmly at Rick’s smirk and the hungry look in the man’s eyes. He clutched
his shirt close to him as he saw his grandfather’s gaze lower.
“Pants too Morty” Rick said, licking his teeth and shifting his grip on the
steering wheel. He was already half hard in his trousers, had been since he had
gotten home and was able to get Morty alone, and he was going fast through
space, eager to get to his destination and fuck his pretty little grandson into
the back seats.
Morty forced himself to flick his gaze away, setting his shirt off to the side
and ignoring the temptation to cover his soft chest. He didn’t have…breasts per
say, at least, not more than any other guy, but he was quite soft there, enough
for Rick to squeeze a little bit, and his nipples were fat. He was shy about
it, but what was worse was having to see how much Rick liked it. Rick managed
to make his body feel like it wasn’t his.
It belonged to Rick.
He belonged to Rick.
Morty leaned back against the seats after taking off his shoes, lifting his
bottom up to push his pants down before sitting again and trying to ignore his
arousal. It made things complicated.
Rick eased his foot off the pedal until the ship came to a stop once he made it
to their destination and stood, bent over to fit of course, and took off his
lab coat, toeing off his shoes as well. He dropped his labcoat in the driver’s
seat before climbing into the back, grinning at his grandson as he knelt on the
seats, a knee on either side of the boy’s thighs. He held Morty by the chest,
just under the arms, pushing the boy back against the seat and bending down to
claim his mouth in a kiss.
It was all teeth and tongue and Morty whimpered as Rick’s tongue invaded his
mouth. He had never really liked tongue, it made his mouth too full, and Rick
tasted like whiskey.
The man’s stubble was scratching him.
Rick slid his hands down, and then back up, under Morty’s shirt, running his
fingers over the ridges of the boy’s ribs before pinching his soft nipples and
dragging his finger nails down to his belly.
It elicited quite the pretty noise from his grandson.
That only had him kissing more forcefully, bound to make Morty’s lips swollen
and wet with the rough sloppiness of it all and he growled, holding the boy’s
hips tight.
But all too soon Morty was turning his head away to gulp in air and Rick kissed
along the boy’s jaw to his neck, running his teeth against the skin. He pulled
his grandson’s legs open enough to slip a hand between the Morty’s thighs,
cupping the boy’s erection and balls through his briefs and sucking on his
neck.
Morty clutched at Rick’s sweater, biting his lip, and his stomach churned as
the man sucked marks into his skin, his cock pulsing against his palm.
It felt good.
Really good.
It always did.
It made him sick.
Rick didn’t bite, not for now at least, but he threatened to, pressing his
teeth into Morty’s flesh and dragging them across his skin. He wasn’t as kind
with his hands though, the hand between Morty’s legs sliding to the boy’s hip,
griping crushingly, fingers digging in and bound to leave bruises as the other
went under his shirt again to squeeze a nipple roughly.
Morty mewled, arching against the pain since his back was pressed against the
seat and he couldn’t do much else, but his cock twitched in his briefs so it…it
couldn’t be that bad he guessed. But god, the stinging pain in his nipple, the
aching pain in his hip, and the feeling of Rick’s teeth on his neck was making
his heart hammer and his stomach twist.
A small, whiny “Rick” fell from his lips as the man let go of his nipple and
instead cupped his pec, sucking and mouthing at his neck again.
Rick growled slightly, raking his nails down Morty’s chest, one catching on the
boy’s nipple and making him squeak before taking one of his grandson’s hands,
prying the fingers from his sweater. “C’mon baby,” he urged, bringing Morty’s
small hand down to his erection, still confined in his trousers, and held it
there with his much larger hand. “Touch me will ya? I—I can’t do all the work
here.”
Morty shuddered as Rick nibbled at his jaw and he felt the man’s firm cock
through his trousers, reluctantly squeezing it, which pulled a gentle groan
from his grandfather. He used to be sort of proud of the fact that he could
make Rick make those noises, back when he thought he wanted this, wanted Rick,
but now it just made him feel weird.
“That’s right Morty,” Rick rumbled, letting go of his grandson’s hand to hold
the boy’s face, slipping his thumb into his mouth. He pressed it against
Morty’s tongue, felt his teeth and the silky insides of his cheek.
He knew what that mouth felt like around his cock.
“Undo my pants.”
Morty swallowed, bringing his other hand down, both shaky as he unbuckled
Rick’s belt, pulling the leather through the metal before undoing the man’s
pants button. He stopped as he was pulled into another kiss but it seemed as
though Rick deemed what he had done was enough, as the man unzipped the fly
himself.
Rick broke the kiss with a parting nip, leaning up and watching Morty darkly
after pulling off his sweater, licking his teeth as he reached into his
underwear and pulled out his cock, hard and heavy.
Morty swallowed again, thickly, as he eyed his grandfather’s cock, flushed and
large and intimidating. It throbbed in the man’s hand. Thankfully for him, it
was only slightly longer than average, but that was plenty enough to ruin him,
not to mention how goddamn thick it was. Rick would say that he was made to
take it but he didn’t know how that was possible when it was so hard to handle.
“Yy-you like it, huh Morty?” Rick chuckled at his grandson’s red face and
blatant staring, stroking himself slowly.
Morty didn’t respond, just lifted a hand to wipe his lips of spit and then chew
on his knuckle, looking away.
Rick let go of his cock, taking Morty under the arms and lifting him up to
switch places, settling down into the seat and pushing the boy down to kneel.
He also pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles before leaning back,
letting his legs fall open and smirking down at his grandson. “Come on, suck it
pretty boy.”
Morty’s gaze flicked between Rick and the man’s cock, anxiety evident and
stomach rolling.
Rick rolled his eyes, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Morty’s curls,
taking the base of his cock in his other hand. “I won’t choke you” he promised,
pulling the boy closer.
Morty bit his lip, uncertain, but he trusted Rick -for worse- and let him pull
him in, hesitantly putting his hands on the man’s hips, fingers and palms
tingling at the contact. He pressed his lips to the head of Rick’s cock,
looking up at the man through his lashes and his heart lept into his throat at
the look his grandfather was giving him. He stuck out his tongue to shyly lap
at Rick’s cock before gingerly taking the head into his mouth, suckling.
“Fuck, there you—yy—you go Morty,” Rick breathed, stroking Morty’s hair back
and pressed gently on the boy’s head, attempting to keep him comfortable.
Morty only felt sicker as he took more of Rick’s cock, jaw already aching a
little. He could hardly fit it in his mouth really, he could just manage to
open up enough. Still, he bobbed his head carefully on the shaft, sucking on
each pull dutifully and looked at Rick’s belly to avoid seeing him, watching
the way the man’s abdomen moved.
He felt like he couldn’t breathe.
He of course could, nostrils flaring as breathed though his nose, but he felt
like he was suffocating.
Or drowning.
The firm hand on his head didn’t help.
Rick wasn’t pushing him down, but he wasn’t letting him pull off.
“C’mon Morty, I—I know yyyou—you can be a good little cocksucker for grandpa”
Rick hummed. But he sighed when Morty kept up his less than average blowjob,
shifting his hand and curling his fingers to grip the boy’s curls tight. “You
can do better than this, kid” he grumbled, pushing his grandson’s head down and
forcing his cock all the way into his throat.
The sound that was ripped out of Morty was awkward and gurgling before he was
gagging on the obstruction his throat, nose pressed in Rick’s pubes. Now he
couldn’t breathe for real and he panicked, pushing at Rick desperately with his
hands and trying to pull off as he screwed up his face and tears pricked his
eyes.
“Fuck,” Rick grunted as Morty choked on his cock, watching the tears well up
and slip down the boy’s cheeks.
He held Morty there for ten full seconds before letting go.
Morty pulled off immediately with a heave and a cough, frantically gulping in
lungfuls of air with one hand on his churning belly and the other on his neck.
“Rick!” he gasped wetly.
“Mn, you really—really gotta—really gotta—y-you gotta work on that,” Rick
chuckled
The tears running down Morty’s face now were not from having something forced
down his throat and he shrunk in on himself, covering his face with his hands.
“Yy-you said you wouldn’t! You said you wouldn’t choke me, Rick!”
“Tsh, I said I wouldn’t yet, Morty. Learn to listen.”
“No! No, you—you said wouldn’t choke me! That’s all you said!” Morty cried. He
knew. He knew.
Rick rolled his eyes hard.
“Oh come on Morty, who are you going to believe? Me, or yy—y-your forgetful,
stupid brain?”
Morty, he…he did tend to forget things…didn’t he? Rick always told him that.
But…Rick was mistrustful.
“I-I—I…”
“Mmhmm, that’s right you little stuttering idiot” Rick growled, stroking his
spit slick cock as it twitched at his grandson’s tears.
Morty glared at his grandfather, chin trembling, before he hiccupped, wiping
his eyes.
“Goddammit, no, Morty,” Rick sighed. “I’m sorry okay? Grandpa didn’t mean it.”
He wasn’t sorry.
He leaned forward, taking Morty under the arms again and pulled him up into his
lap. “Here, let me make it up to you,” he said, getting his grandson to
straddle his lap before trailing his fingers down the boy’s abdomen to his
waistband.
Morty didn’t want Rick touching him, he was still hurt, and he was
significantly less hard now, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he sniffled.
But then Rick was squeezing and palming him through his briefs and he shut his
eyes, sucking on his lower lip as his cock started to plump up again.
The man had been so cruel just a moment ago.
“There you go, see? Not so bad,” Rick hummed, tugging down the waistband of
Morty’s briefs and trapping it under the boy’s balls so he could stroke his
cock. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Morty didn’t say anything in return, only whimpered and rocked his hips to
drive his cock into Rick’s fist. He felt dizzy with the whiplash of Rick’s
mood. Or maybe that was the change in blood flow.
“Yeah, you—you like that huh, Morty?” Rick crooned, leaning in to mouth at the
boy’s neck, squeezing his cock and earning an appreciative mewl in return.
Lying through his teeth and touching Morty kindly was the best way to get the
boy back into it. “You’re too easy” he hissed in his grandson’s ear.
Morty moaned, reaching down to grip Rick’s forearm with one hand and reaching
up to cover his mouth with the other, disgusted with himself for liking it so
much.
“You want my fingers in you baby?” Rick purred, dragging his teeth against
Morty’s skin and reaching around with one hand to squeeze the boy’s bottom,
fingers digging into the flesh as his other hand still worked him.
Morty’s breath hitched and he arched his back, his cock throbbing in his
grandfather’s fist despite how he didn’t want something inside him.
At least…he was pretty sure he didn’t.
Did he?
“Please,” he heard himself saying.
“That’s what I thought,” Rick chuckled, walking his fingers between Morty’s
cheeks to press the pads against the boy’s hole before contemplating. “Mmm…I’ve
got a better idea actually” he said, taking hold of Morty and standing up,
turning and pushing the boy down longways on the backseat roughly. He curled
his fingers in the waistband of his grandson’s underwear, yanking them down and
off, causing the boy to squeak and close his legs, reaching down to cover
himself.
Rick grinned, climbing onto the seat between Morty’s legs once he forced them
apart and he reached down to take hold of his cock, pressing the flushed head
against the boy’s opening after he stuffed a pillow under his grandson’s
bottom.
Nervousness and uncertainty were written all over Morty’s face and his legs
were tense as they attempted to close despite the impossibility with Rick
there. “Rick?” he asked carefully, chewing on his knuckle. “Rick, what about
the—the lube?”
Rick ignored him, taking ahold of the boy’s hip with his free hand, pressing
forward as if he was trying to breach him and Morty panicked, putting his feet
flat on the seat to push upwards. “Rick no, no, no! Please!” he yelped, eyes
wide with fright.
Rick merely laughed at his grandson, leaning over to pick up his trousers and
fish the bottle of lube out of the pocket. “You think I’mthat bad Morty? Jesus”
he snorted.
“That wasn’t funny Rick!”
“I beg to—to disagree” Rick chuckled, showing off his teeth. He flicked open
the lube and drizzled some over his fingers as Morty reluctantly sat his bottom
back down and he scooted back just a bit.
Morty let out a hard, shaky breath in attempt to calm himself as Rick reached
down and he felt slick fingers between his cheeks, rubbing at his hole. Anxiety
flared deep in his belly and high in his chest as his grandfather leaned over
him, bracing himself with his left hand and closed him in. He squeezed his eyes
shut as the man went right for his neck.
It was remarkable he hadn’t been bitten yet.
That wasn’t a good thing though, it meant Rick was just going to get more and
more riled up and when the biting came, it was going to hurt.
“Rick…” he mewled, hands on Rick’s shoulders and pushing feebly, feeling
claustrophobic, only for his breath to hitch as a finger slipped inside him.
After only a couple in and outs though; another was joining along side it and
he bit his lip, nostrils flaring. Rick was always so impatient.
“M’ gonna fuck you so good baby,” Rick rumbled in Morty’s ear, so close his
lips were brushing the shell. “Gonna fuck you till you’re begging.”
Morty’s skin prickled and he didn’t ask what he would be begging for.
Rick curled his fingers, pressing the pads into his grandson’s prostate and
pulling a small noise from him, stroking his thumb over the boy’s balls. “Feels
good, doesn’t it you little bastard yeah? I bet you—you—you love this.”
Rick wasn’t stupid, he knew Morty didn’t.
Morty brought his hands under Rick’s arms and up to the man’s back, blunt
little nails scratching at the man’s shoulder blades as he held onto him,
needing some sort of anchor as his grandfather’s fingers pumped in and out of
him.
Rick hummed pleasantly as Morty squeezed around his fingers and he crushed
their mouths together, kissing the boy fiercely, which made him mewl.
Morty was panting into Rick’s mouth and he made a small noise of complaint at
the forcefulness, especially as the man’s tongue easily overpowered his and
filled his mouth. Rick didn’t taste as much of whiskey anymore but the taste
was still unpleasant and after not too long, he was turning his head to escape.
Rick growled, but let Morty turn away and sucked in air, licking his teeth as
he pressed his fingers in deep. “So tight” he purred, slipping them out with a
slick noise to push now three inside and continue to stretch Morty out.
Morty wished Rick would slow down, let him take a moment to catch his breath
and prepare himself, but all too soon; the man was pulling his fingers out for
the last time and pushing himself back up.
Rick stroked his cock a few times to slick himself up before wiping his hand
off on one of the pillows carelessly and shifting closer again, taking ahold of
his cock to position himself. He squeezed Morty’s hip, mimicking how they were
not too long ago, but this time when he started pressing forward it was firmer,
more determined.
Morty grit his teeth, unknowingly holding his breath before gasping suddenly as
his hole let up enough for the head of Rick’s cock to pop in.
“That’s what you—you get for—for being tense like that Morty” Rick chuckled.
“Ouh,” Morty breathed as Rick’s cock pressed past the second ring of muscle
inside him, letting the rest slide easily into his ass and he arched his back,
screwing up his face at the sudden fullness.
Rick wheezed out a breath, quiet for once, and brought his now free right hand
to Morty’s other hip to squeeze them both tighter than was comfortable.
“Riiiiick, Rick please, take it out. Yy-you’re too big,” Morty mewled, pushing
himself up on his elbows and breathing exaggerated breaths to keep himself
steady.
“Oh hush,” Rick replied. “You’ve taken me before and yy-you—you—you’re gonna
take me now.” He drew back a bit over half way before sliding right back
inside, pleased with the face Morty made and how the boy’s cock twitched.
“Haah…”
“Yeah, see?” Rick said, repeating the movement and sighing at the feeling.
“Hoo…Rick, it’s—you’re—”
Rick chuckled, licking his lips as he eyed Morty’s cock leaking precum on the
boy’s belly. “I’m—I’m what, Morty?”
“Yyour—you’re moving my—my organs around” Morty whimpered, voice strained and
brow furrowed.
Rick just snorted, setting a slow rhythm of long strokes. Sure, he was
impatient, but Morty wasn’t going to let him start off however he wanted and he
wasn’t interested in dealing with that.
Morty didn’t know if he’d ever get used to this, the stretch of Rick’s fat cock
splitting him open, the strange feeling of pressure as it shifted things around
slightly. He knew logically that it wasn’t really doing that much, but god it
felt so intense. Plus, Rick’s cock was just long enough to reach where it
wouldn’t go any more and that caused an ache deep inside each time the man
bottomed out.
He was getting less sensitive now though, better able to take it, and he opened
his eyes, breath shaky as he watched Rick’s hips work and how hard the man was
gripping his. It hurt.
He would probably have bruises.
As usual.
“Goddamn little boy” Rick said under his breath, sheathing his cock fully in
Morty’s ass and furrowing his brow, taking a moment. But then he pulled out
with a little pop, quickly bringing his hands down and using his thumbs to hold
open the boy’s hole as he hummed in approval.
It was all too easy to manhandle his little grandson and he roughly flipped the
boy over with heavy hands, giving him hardly any time to pull the pillow up to
put under his face before he was pushing back inside that velvety heat with a
groan.
Morty hissed his breath in through his teeth, gripping the ratty pillow and
hiding his hot face in it. He didn’t know what was worse, Rick being able to
see his face, or having his head down, ass up, at Rick’s mercy—or lack thereof.
“Fuuuck yeah,” Rick rumbled, returning to his long, slow strokes, watching as
Morty’s little ass swallowed him up. “I—I should’ve started doing this years
ago Morty, I swear.”
Morty’s face twisted in disgust and he looked over his shoulder to say “I—I’m
only fifteen nn-now Rick.”
“Mm” Rick acknowledged with disinterest.
Morty scoffed, bringing his head back around, angry at the implications, but he
was shut up by a quick, pointed thrust that forced a small noise out of him.
“What? You—you—you gonna tattle Morty?” Rick sniggered, reaching down and
gripping his grandson’s curls as he fucked into him with hard little thrusts.
“You—you gonna send grandpa to prison?”
Morty whimpered, regretting his previous reaction as Rick wrenched his face out
of the pillow by his hair, leaning over him and coming too close to his ear.
“Tell me. Are you going to tattle like a little baby Morty?”
Morty shut his eyes, skin prickling with fright.
“Nn-no.”
“Good,” Rick hummed, pushing Morty’s face back into the pillow and
straightening up, taking ahold of the boy’s hips again.
Morty let himself breath again. He should’ve known better.
Rick was no longer interested in being careful, speeding up his thrusts to a
more reasonable pace that had Morty making small pitiful noises below him.
“That’s right baby” he groaned.
“Fuck, Rick,” Morty whined, reaching underneath himself to stroke his cock and
focus on that instead of the sick feeling in his stomach. But the slide of the
underside of Rick’s cock against his prostate was making him leak and each
stroke made his heart hammer.
“Yeah, you like that,” Rick purred, watching Morty’s back as the boy’s
shoulders raised in an obvious state of pleasure. “Built like a—a little bitch
boy yeah Morty? Made to take grampa’s cock?”
Morty tried to ignore Rick’s banter, but that was difficult even with the man’s
thrusts into him consuming his attention. What was even more humiliating was
that his grandfather’s words were turning him on. He probably deserved this if
he was that disgusting.
“Hh-hahh! Fuck!” he wheezed as Rick fucked him harder, bouncing him back and
forth.
Rick always reached so far inside him and he started to whimper and mewl as the
man’s cock pushed against the sharp turn inside him again and again, causing a
gentle ache to bloom across his lower abdomen. “Rick pleeease! Yy-you’re going
too deep, please!” he sniffled, clutching at the pillow and burying his face in
it.
Rick, of course, ignored Morty, bending over the boy and digging his teeth into
his shoulder with a growl, holding on as he fucked deep into his grandson’s
ass.
Morty whined at the teeth, the deep painful ache it caused making his shoulder
tense and his toes curl. He didn’t see why Rick had to bite him like this, he
always left enough marks as it was.
He could feel fat tears welling up, burning his eyes somewhat but he really
couldn’t do anything about it, everything was just too much. Sure, the in and
out of Rick’s cock was an easy slide, but there was enough friction to drive
him wild, cock throbbing between his legs, hard and heavy.
Rick grunted, breathing heavy with the exertion. But an aching back wasn’t
about to interrupt his task.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck” Morty whined, despite how disgusting and uncomfortable he
felt, and tears began to slip over his cheeks.
Rick brought his hand from Morty’s right hip around to squeeze one of the boy’s
pecs and twist his nipple, growling softly and letting go of his grandson’s
shoulder only to bite his neck.
Morty trembled, ass tightening around Rick’s cock. It was just too much, each
thrust making his cock throb in his fist as his breath became uneven and grew
harder.
“Ohooo, yy-you gonna cum already little boy?” Rick purred in Morty’s ear after
letting up on his neck, knowing the signs. He snapped his hips, starting up a
harder pace that had Morty squeaking a little on each thrust in and bringing
his hand from the boy’s chest down to knock his hand away.
“Hah!” Morty exclaimed, eyes going wide, tears spilling at the shock. He had
been so, so close and his abdomen convulsed as his swollen cock begged for just
a little bit more.
Rick fisted Morty’s cock, squeezing the head and jerking the boy off quickly,
shutting his eyes and breathing out a growl at the squeeze around his own
length.
Morty held his breath, whole body rigid, making the girth of Rick’s cock even
more prominent, and bucking his hips forward. Another small but hard thrust
into Rick’s fist and he cried out, back arching sharply, the need that had been
growing and growing finally breaking in waves of pleasure and relief.
Rick fucked his grandson through it with long hard thrusts, pairing it with
slow firm strokes of the boy’s aching cock, milking him for all he had.
“Ahh! Hah!” Morty exclaimed as if it had been punched out of him, cum spilling
from his cock over Rick’s fingers and dripping onto the already unclean and
musty backseats.
“Ungh, yeah, that’s it,” Rick groaned and continued to fuck Morty despite his
upset mewls. “Christ boy,” he muttered, opening his mouth wide to bite at a
large bit of the boy’s neck.
Morty lurched forward slightly, ass squeezing around Rick’s cock as he slid his
hands up to the back of his head, gripping and pulling at his curls. “Rick!
It’s—it’s too much! Slow down!” he whined. He was overstimulated, nerves run
ragged at how his grandfather pummeled him deep inside without mercy.
There had been a time where all he wanted was this man’s attention and now that
he had it; he wanted it to end.
He deserved this.
He deserved being split apart at the seams by Rick’s fat cock.
Rick’s hands started to roam, rough palms sliding over Morty’s soft skin and
strong fingers digging into the boy’s flesh. He was getting greedy, wanting
even more of his grandson despite having so very much all to himself, and he
couldn’t help but rub it in. “You remember the first time I filled this—this
cute little ass? When I stole your virginity?” he breathed hotly in Morty’s
ear. “Remember how you begged? How tight you were? I remember how yy-you—you
cried little boy. You’re so pretty when you cry.”
He felt the boy tighten around him briefly and hummed in pleasure.
“No one’s going to—to want you, Morty” he murmured. “Not with what I’ve done to
you. Nobody wants aa—a disgusting, used up boy like you who—who likes getting
reamed by his grandfather.”
Morty felt anxiety flair low in his belly at Rick’s words, nausea brought on by
it making him moan, quick to be taken the wrong way. Or maybe Rick just wanted
to toy with him.
“Yeahhh, see?” Rick said, sickly sweet.
Morty's skin prickled as Rick’s right hand slid up his chest for the man to
hold him by the neck, making his heart pound and palms sweat with worry.
“Little Morty likes it” Rick spoke directly in the boy’s ear, gentle and
patronizing.
He roughly flipped Morty onto his back, taking ahold of the boy’s legs behind
his knees to push his legs forward. His body ached more surely than before but
he started up again regardless, spurred on by the fact he was his grandson’s
one and only, that he had taken such special things all to himself, never to be
returned. The boy’s first kiss, his virginity, his chance at a normal life, a
normal relationship.
The power and possession was more addictive than any drug.
“Fuuuck you’re so big,” Morty wheezed, reaching behind his head to brace
himself with his hands pressed against the side of the ship as the new angle
caused Rick’s cock to grind into his prostate wickedly. His cock was already
plumping up again, cum leaking in a sticky string onto his belly.
He cried out softly as Rick practically folded him in half, making his
hamstrings hurt and he mewled, only for a hand to be firmly pressed against his
mouth. He brought his hands back down to claw at the seat, eyes glassy as he
looked up at Rick and their eyes locked.
There was a good long moment where Rick’s gaze bore into his, making his heart
pound before the man’s face split in a smile and he chuckled.
“Don’t let my hand stop those pretty little noises baby,” Rick crooned.
Morty shut his eyes against his grandfather’s wild eyes, whimpering and wishing
this was all over.
“Fuck, yeah,” Rick grunted, brow furrowed as he quickened his pace, hips
clapping against Morty’s ass lewdly and removing his hand from the boy’s mouth
to bend over and delve his tongue into it.
Morty made small helpless noises as they panted into each other’s mouths,
trying to get away from the kiss, but Rick held his jaw firmly, too tightly, to
keep him in place. His body started to tighten, abdomen rolling and cock
twitching despite his poor treatment and he shakily reached for it, only for
his grandfather to slap his hand away. He whined as the man gripped both his
wrists crushingly and pinned them to the seat.
This was a new type of torture: Rick always let him cum, encouraged it, even,
most likely knowing how much shame it gave him.
Now he was able to turn his head and break the kiss, panting “Rick please”
hotly.
“Don’t be so—so—don’t be so self-indulgent Morty.”
The accusation made anger bubble up in Morty’s chest, simmering in his belly,
but he bit his tongue.
Rick straightened back up but was still bent over a good bit to keep Morty’s
wrists held to the seats, looking down to where they were joined and groaning
at the view. “Filthy little boy. Your ass swallows me upaaaall the way to the
hilt,” he rumbled, pressing in until they were flush against each other to
accentuate his point before starting back up again.
Morty’s hands curled into fists and grit his teeth, eyes shut tight against the
pleasure. His legs trembled and he locked them behind the small of Rick’s back,
pulling the man in and arching his back off the seat with a drawn-out gasp. He
felt sick but so, so good, pleasure mounting again but without any relief in
his sights.
Rick growled, roughly man handling his grandson back over onto all fours again,
fingers leaving broken blood vessels in their wake with the forcefulness and
gathered both of Morty wrists in one hand to pin them above the boy’s head, the
other holding onto his hip much too tight for comfort. He curled over, pressing
his face into Morty’s back, breathing hard and dragging his teeth over soft
skin, digging in but not quite biting, too distracted by the way his abs
clenched and rolled and his cock pulsed in the tight, wet heat of his
grandson’s ass.
Morty’s hips wiggled and thrust the best they could in his desperation to cum,
each thrust of Rick’s cock into him leaving him ablaze in euphoria, insides
hurting in a beautiful way only his grandfather could make him feel and his own
cock oozing precum as it twitched and throbbed. All his muscles were taught,
ass involuntarily attempting to push Rick out, get some relief from the
merciless fucking that he didn’t know how to endure.
Just one touch to his cock.
Not even a stroke, just a squeeze and he would burst.
And finally, his resolve broke.
“Rick! Rick please!” he sobbed, tears spilling from his pretty brown eyes.
“Rick please I—”
Rick heaved a grunt, tilting his hips just right to start jamming his cock into
Morty’s prostate and unravel the last of the boy’s self-control, leaving him
shrieking.
A few more thrusts and Morty started cumming, stars bursting behind his eyelids
and little body convulsing as the hands-free orgasm over took him.
Rick wheezed, letting go of Morty’s wrists to grab the boy’s hips with both
hands and pull him back into each thrust firmly, their skin clapping together.
“Mine mine mine mine” he snarled as he slammed his cock into Morty again and
again, lip curled as his own orgasm built quickly, body aching for release.
“Yes! Yes! Ouuhhh!” Morty cried as Rick continued to fuck into him, still
cumming, ecstasy wracking his body with each thrust. He had never had an orgasm
quite like this, and he was shaking with it.
Rick grunted sharply, shoving in deep, hard enough to push his little grandson
forward and came with a noise as if he had just surfaced from under water, hips
bucking a view last times. His abdomen clenched and unclenched, tense muscles
trembling as his cock propelled strings of cum deep inside the boy below him.
Morty felt sickly satisfied at the feeling of Rick’s release, like something
small and empty in him was fulfilled and he gripped the side of the ship,
trembling and panting. He felt so full, full of pleasure and wrongness and cock
and Rick.
Rick made him feel whole in some twisted way.
The man was gasping, gulping in lungfuls of air, holding on tight to Morty and
growling on each exhale as the flood of hormones died down to a trickle.
Finally, once he regained his composure, he straightened up, sighing at the
ache in his bones as he let go of Morty’s hips and worked his fingers to rid
himself of it. “Ungh,” he let out gruffly, wiping sweat from his brow and
raking his gaze over his grandson’s weak, wrecked body as he slid his tender,
softening cock out of him. “Fuck.”
Morty reached back and under himself to touch his hole gingerly, loose and wet
and raw, velvety and somewhat swollen as Rick’s semen dribbled out.
He whimpered, feeling much too empty and buried his face in the still-present
pillow in embarrassment as Rick spread him open, leaving him exposed and
vulnerable.
“Goddamn,” Rick breathed, obviously winded but good at covering it up. He ran
his fingers up Morty’s taint to press his cum back into the boy’s gaping hole,
humming in approval. “Pretty little boy. All used up. All mine.” He chuckled at
the whine he received, patting his grandson’s little bottom in a momentary
fondness before standing up off the seat, legs shaking a little. He grabbed his
pants and underwear to pull them on, belt buckle clinking.
Morty felt panic rise as physical contact ceased.
Everything hit him at once.
He was so, so sore. He could feel where bruises were developing, the familiar
deep-rooted ache in his muscles a tell-tale sign of where he would find the
wrongfully beautiful paintings of Rick’s fingers in the morning. His skin was
sticky and clammy, and between his cheeks was slick with lube and cum. His
muscles twinged at the radiating pain from the bites he received.
All of this was from Rick.
He hated him.
He felt dirty, used and dripping with Rick’s semen.
And yet, he spoke up just as the man started to climb back into the front of
the ship.
“Hey…Rick? Rick could you…could you…hold me?” he whimpered.
Rick turned to look at Morty, eyes narrowed as he looked him over.
“No. Put your clothes on.”
With his last traces of hope immediately crushed, Morty’s chin trembled as he
grit his teeth, fat tears welling up in his eyes and breath shaking slightly.
He swallowed thickly, turning away from the front of the ship and more
importantly, his grandfather, lying on his side and curling in on his painful,
used up body.
Alone.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!