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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/_Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez, Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      RickandMorty, Dubious_Consent, Incest, C137cest, Past_Rape/Non-con,
      Deception, force, memory_manipulation
  Series:
      Part 1 of A_Series_of_Unforgotten_Events
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-19 Updated: 2017-10-20 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8856
****** Rick/ Morty's Series of Un-Forgotten Events ******
by AnonymosityAnnie
Summary
     "This, Morty, is my archive of aaaaall the experiences you've BEGGED
     me to remove **from your life**.
     I call them **"Morty's MIND Blowers**..."
Notes
     Part One: Morty is reintroduced to the first in a series of
     disturbing and forcibly forgotten incidents between he and his hyper-
     sexual, morally compromised Grandpa Rick.
     Warning for non-consensual content and violence.
***** Chapter 1 *****
This reclining chair setup did not work **at all** the way Morty had initially
imagined it might, he realized- wiggling his ass in the air anxiously.
... Nor did the **TUBES**.
"Wh- wha-what the hell does any of this have to do with my memories, Rick?" He
whined, sensing the man's approach as he struggled to get comfortable with his
newly bent-in-half-bodied, hands-cuffed-under-the-table position.
"You'll see, Morty." Rick growled, holding a particularly large glass vial up
in one hand... yanking down the waistband of Morty's jeans and briefs with the
**other**.
Morty felt the cool, rounded screw-in end of the tube just barely grazing the
tender ripples of his humiliatingly exposed virginity... and in a sharp FLASH,
all notions of that alleged "virginity" fled the scene as wanton memories of
past penetrations came rushing back to him.
Morty gasped and bucked, mind **already** pretty damn-well blown when Rick
leaned ahead to laugh harshly in his ear.
"... And that's just the TIP, Morty." He chuckled, ignoring his grandson's
futile escape attempts entirely as he proceeded to push the glass shaft past
his tightly clenched little hole and deep, DEEP into a series of UN-forgotten
events.
*
Rick was entirely too drunk as he threw Morty's bedroom door open, light from
the hallway beyond it spilling inside to illuminate the boy's not-REALLY-
sleeping-anymore frame beneath thin, rumpled sheets. Morty **sensed** it and
TENSED as the man stumbled over to his bed, flask dropped and forgotten
somewhere under the bed as he noted his grandson's irregular breathing pattern
and tightly huddled form.
"Wh-wha-what, did'I catch ya jerkin' off?" He slurred, snickering absently as
he blinked down at him. "Well there's no point playing dead now, kiddo.
Youuu'rrrrre **BUSTED**, little buddy."
Rick lifted one leg up onto the bed, jamming his knee into Morty's back.
"Rick, OW!" Morty cried reflexively as he rolled back over onto it, suddenly
too pissed off to care that he'd just been played... until Rick slid out of his
lab coat, leapt onto the bed and straddled his hips, unexpectedly naked with an
intimidating erection slapping the kid's tender tummy repeatedly as it bounced
wildly up and down above him.
"Y-y-you're my lil' buddy, aren'tcha?" Rick crooned fondly, dropping down to
cover Morty with his own heated body.
"Wh-wha-WHAT THE HELL?!"
Morty bucked then, screaming out of instinct. But Rick- drunk, or not- was PURE
instinct, surprisingly nimble, and strong as hell when he needed to be. The
one-sided embrace shifted the instant Morty opened his mouth... and suddenly
there were bony knees painfully pinning his even bonier legs down at the
thighs, long fingers tightening threateningly around his throat.
The truly terrifying part, though, was his grandpa's expression. Rick's face
was just a vaguely **hungry** BLANK hovering above him, heavy-lidded eyes
coolly searching Morty's for something they wanted.
FEAR, Morty might have guessed (had his thoughts been coherent enough to
formulate a real hypotheses in that moment)... and he'd have guessed **right**,
for a wicked smile slowly spread across the man's face the instant Morty felt
tears sting his eyes and begin to slide down his hotly flushed cheeks. It
wasn't a toothysmile, nor even a leer. Just KNOWING. A **wicked**, KNOWING
smile that sent thrills and chills alike down Morty's spine as he struggled
with renewed fervor despite a rapidly decreasing supply of oxygen.
Rick's hold on his frail airway was no longer tightening... but only because it
really **couldn't**, at that point.
Rick considered some more extreme forms of retaliation as his Morty began
clawing at him, mouth invitingly agape- too dumb to give up the ghost despite
the readily apparent FACT that he was **barely** clinging to consciousness now,
red face going purplish underhand. Sighing irritably, he went with a sloppy
slap to the face followed by a meaningful nose-to-nose glare.
"Y-y-y-y-you REALLY don't wanna piss me off right now, Morty. I'm, uh...
m'little outta my element here, baby boy. Little TESTY, ya dig?"
He demonstrated by squeezing the neck in his grasp- BRUTALLY- the skin already
bruising painfully beneath his clenched fingers as he slowly, **slowly**
loosened them and finally withdrew the hand altogether. A small tremble rolled
through the boy from head to toe and slowly intensified- becoming outwardly
noticeable as the hand came up to affectionately stroke his cheek, suddenly a
violent and unstoppable shaking.
It went straight to Rick's drunken dick, seeing Morty unraveling under him. He
rewarded him for the unsolicited testosterone boost by dipping his hips down
and firmly dragging the considerable length of his thick erection against the
length of Morty's smaller- though actually impressively **proportionate**, he
realized, quite pleasantly surprised- member through his pajamas.
The kid gasped (again, STRAIGHT to Rick's dick), instinctively pressing up into
the pressure and mentally hating himself for it... but it was RICK, dammit. He
couldn't help but respond to that sort of stimulation from anyone at his
perpetually hormonal age- much less Rick, who already had privately
**mortifying** physical and psychological effects on him without even TRYING.
Which is why he should have noticed, now breathing freely and coming back to
his senses little by little, when his pajama pants slid down and off his body.
The fabric replaced a split second later by Rick's naked dick pressed against
his own, he gasped again- no longer daring to resist for fear of death, or too
enrapt in unsolicited euphoria, or perhaps just **paralyzed** by the terrifying
confusion that only turned Rick on more. In any case the scalding, rock-hard
cock against his was something he simply couldn't bring himself to act against,
sparks of pleasure igniting his entire shaft as Rick rode it.
"Gonna- g'gonna make you see STARS soon, Morty." Rick leaned down to growl into
his ear, eliciting a shudder-spasm that had the kid's dick leaking against
Rick's. "Gonna make you see my stars from the **inside... OUT**."
He bit down on the already-painful, black-and-blue flesh there and Morty began
to sob, arms coming up to wrap around the older man in spite of himself. He
clung to his grandpa's chest, still shamelessly loving him somehow even as his
tears hardened the nipples against his face.
"Yeah... be good, Morty." Rick encouraged him with a palm pressing into brown
curls, guiding his face until one of his nipples was pressed against the boy's
trembling lips... and they reluctantly parted, tongue lapping at the nub.
Rick groaned, head spinning and hips speeding up. He wasn't sobering up, but
sexual urgency was sharpening his senses- keeping him present and focused on
what he wanted. What he was already doing. What he was **going** to do.
He reached down with his other hand and wrapped it around his own cock-
shifting to angle it in between Morty's ass-cheeks before straightening up to
reposition Morty, in turn. He grabbed and lifted his ankles until his cock slid
comfortably between them, grazing the boy's tightly clenched asshole with the
thick tip over and over again just to hear him gasp some more.
An idea hit him then, as he watched Morty sob harder and harder with each
increasingly forceful pump... and he wiped his streaming tears away with his
hand, reaching back down and wetting his throbbing member with it.
"Deep breath...". He growled, not really giving Morty much in the way of a
chance to comply before pushing the thick head into Morty's tight little hole.
The rippling flesh opened to him very much against it's will, against MORTY'S,
until the large tip popped fully inside. Morty was panting beneath Rick, who
moaned.
"So fucking **tight** for me, Morty. So HOT, sh-SHIT... can't hold back, baby.
S-s-sorry, baby boy, but this is gonna h-ouerrrp-rt!"
He clamped a hand over Morty's gaping mouth, eyes burning into the other's
impossibly wide and tearfully pleading ones as he drove the next nine inches of
himself deep inside the younger body with one positively shameless snap of his
powerful hips and a wild howl of ecstasy.
He felt the vibration of screams against his clenched palm and dug his nails
into the kid's cheeks pointedly before slowly pulling out. Morty's chest heaved
in half-hearted relief, only to seize up **completely** as Rick slammed back
into him.
"Fuck YES!" Rick crowed, fucking Morty harder and faster with each and every
punishing thrust. "**Fuck-fuck-FUCK!"
He leaned back for balance as he grabbed Morty's engorged dick with his free
hand and began pumping him expertly, hand twisting in all the right places to
force the same insane pleasure he was currently experiencing upon his grandson
as he **fucked his brains out**. To Rick's complete satisfaction, Morty
clenched down even tighter in response- his head rolling frantically from side
to side in a futile attempt to free himself of the hand that was still
silencing him throughout.
He was screaming, begging: "It HURTS! YOU'RE HURTING ME, RICK! PLEASE STOP,
**PLEASE**!"
No good. If anything, Rick was spiraling even further out of control in
response to his pitifully muffled little pleas- occasionally releasing his dick
just to **smack it** as hard as he could with the back of his hand, or squeeze
it until it seemed it'd break right off.
Then he'd randomly go back to jerking him off. He'd make it so good for Morty
that it nearly drove him into a lust-fueled madness, repeatedly bringing him
right up to the edge and then **refusing** to kick him off of it. Morty
convulsed uncontrollably for it, now as terrified that Rick would choose to
interpret the involuntary spasms as willful resistance as he was that Rick's
relentlessly violent pounding into his ass wouldn't stop until Rick had broken
him clean in half with nothing more or less than his cruel cock.
Until he felt Rick's thrusts become erratic, moans and curses spilling from his
drooling mouth as his hand froze on Morty's dick altogether. Morty finally HAD
to scream out loud as the hand pressed against his mouth faltered and Rick
slammed into him with inhuman force, hoping beyond hope that the man was too
far gone to retaliate.
Rick jerked uncontrollably, began driving himself as far into Morty's
brutalized little ass as hard as he could. He slammed into him over and over
again for what seemed like **forever** before coming violently with a howl and
a drawn-out hiss of euphoria.
Morty closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath a still his racing heart
while paying no mind to how many tears he let slip... but found himself
whimpering and bucking as a drunken hand closed around his dick once more and
began to pump, heat hitting the head as lips closed around it and sucked him
in.
"No, NO!" He cried, throttling Rick's head with both of his ineffectually
clenched little fists- but Rick reached up and firmly seized a wrist in each of
his own, pinning his arms down against the bed as he took Morty's dick all the
way down his throat and attempted to swallow it whole.
Rick spat him out long enough to growl into his thigh, occasionally biting down
as his hands released limp wrists and took over on Morty's shaft and balls.
"Come on, Morty... CUM for grandpa..." And he sucked him back into his wet, hot
throat.
Morty sobbed and shook, felt his balls drawing up in urgent warning as his
hands became entangled in Rick's hair AAAAAND
*
Rick yanked the tube roughly out of Morty's swollen orifice, raising an eyebrow
as the kid screamed pent-up frustration into the cold metal he was still
strapped to.
He watched him writhe in anguish and felt a pang of genuine affection for him
that was quickly overpowered by the urge to slide a new tube in... wondering
how many nightmarish memories Morty could UN-forget before he became
irreparably damaged goods.
No matter, he realized with a shrug. Morty was, for once, getting precisely
what he had asked Rick for... and Rick?
Rick still had PLENTY of **empty** tubes.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Morty was in a cold shock... still achingly hard and mindlessly rutting against
the steely surface he was handcuffed to in the face-down, ass-UP position as
Rick went about choosing another red tube somewhere at the furthest corner of
his vision. Pain from the one he'd just withdrawn and carefully returned to
it's holding place sans any readily apparent form of disinfection was still
sharp and entirely **too real**- the thought of Rick driving another long,
thick tube inside him utterly unbearable.
This had to be a mistake, Morty told himself miserably- feeling only half real,
himself, amid his harsh new reality. He was dreaming... **clearly**.
"So that's, t-THAAAAAT'S where my favorite flask wandered off to." Rick
grumbled irritably as he stepped back into place behind his grandson- gazing
appreciatively at the writhing, whimpering mess he'd effortlessly created in a
matter of moments as he held the next tube up to Morty's already devastated
modesty and pumped the screw-thread contact end teasingly into ineffectually
clenching ripples of tender flesh. He took a moment to adjust his own, much
subtler viewing device- the near microscopic "twin" component to the helmet
Morty wore that allowed him to see what Morty saw via his newly enhanced
cybernetic eye, both cranial gadgets becoming remotely linked to each activated
tube immediately upon insertion- before lining the tube up with a significantly
less teasing sense of purpose.
"S'good to know, Morty." He whispered, pumping the tube in and out for a long
moment just to hear the kid gasp in tense anticipation of pain. "Kinda thought
you mighta gotten curious, you know..." He pushed the shaft-like object in,
just barely. "f-figured you SNATCHED IT."
He slammed the tube in all the way then, purely for emphasis... and Morty
screamed as he was filled to bursting again, hurtled through time and space.
*
"Y-y-you ready for your physical? Gotta, gotta make sure your **waves** are
workin', make sure you can keep your Rick... safe."
'Safe.' Morty's mind echoed darkly. That WOULD be the order of things, wouldn't
it? Morty getting a thorough check-up for RICK'S 'safety'. Of course.
Morty was at a Citidel clinic, alone with the doctor in a small examining room
somewhere deep within the facility. He rose to his feet as indicated by the
all-too-familiar man's impatient gesture as he spoke, the backless gown he wore
doing nothing to shield his bare ass from the chill of the room around him. He
stared expectantly at the seated doctor who was, in every respect, his Grampa's
twin save for a slightly longer coat.
Predictably enough, there was absolutely nothing **under** that coat. Nothing
to hide the intimidating erection that sprang free from between less-than-
professionally splayed legs the instant Morty fell forward and yanked it open.
Morty didn't back away from the "Dr." Rick, then... he drew **closer**, in
fact.
"That's not why I showed up here today." He whispered with grim determination.
"I came because I'm in excruciating fucking pain every time I do THIS."
He leapt up onto Dr. Rick's lap in the spring-loaded swivel chair, paralyzing
the shocked man with an unanticipated onslaught of pure sensation as he lined
himself up in the skip of a heartbeat and slowly lowered himself onto the rock
hard cock.
"J-J-Jesus CHRIST, c137!" The heaving-chested man gasped when he was fully
buried, soft young cheeks coming to rest atop his bony hips as the Rick's hands
shot up. He grabbed Morty's hips in turn, intending to lift the kid up and off
of him in one fluid move... but a sudden clench of muscles around his cock had
him digging his fingersnauls into tender flesh, unconsciously rocking up and
**into** him instead with a moan of pent up self-contempt.
Morty's mouth crashed into his as he began to slowly bounce on Dr. Rick's lap,
the chair creating a powerful mirror effect of reverberation in response.
"Not Jesus... **Morty**, and you? You're a dirty old man, not a GOD." The boy
panted between tongue-twisting kisses. "ALL of you, just dirty old men looking
for ways to **sneak-fuck** their sidekicks."
He started bouncing harder and faster, furiously moaning and gasping into his
elder's mouth. Dr. Rick groaned long and low in his throat, equal fury etched
into every feature of his strained face before he finally abandoned all manner
of pretense and began meeting the kid thrust-for-thrust.
"You little SHIT, I-I was gonna **sedate** you!" He growled, fucking Morty
harder with each haggard breath. "You, you wouldn't have known... you wouldn't
have felt a fucking THING!"
He lifted the kid up and off of him, Morty rebelliously kicking his legs on
either side of him and fighting his every inch of withdrawal... then SLAMMED
him back down onto his cock so hard they both screamed out loud with pleasure-
pained wails trailing behind to drag out their echos. He wanted to punish the
little bitch, he realized darkly- but Morty only redoubled the bounding motion
of his hips upon descending back into his lap, riding his cock faster and
harder.
"I g-get enough, enough of that at HOME." Morty informed him, scowling as he
leaned against him again to claim another kiss that both fought for control of.
Rick felt himself nearing a precipice as the kid tightened around him- grabbing
one of his hands and guiding it to his dick before closing it into a fist
around himself. He stopped bouncing all at once when the doctor simply glared
back at him, fist as tight as Morty had made it around the base of his shaft
but otherwise still.
Morty clenched and relaxed around his cock... then stayed relaxed, PAINFULLY
fucking **relaxed**, studying the Rick's face with mounting interest as he
grimaced and whimpered needfully.
"F-f-FUCK!" He suddenly roared, and began furiously pumping Morty's dick with
his more-than-practiced fist. Morty cried out in ecstasy and began bouncing on
his cock again- laughing to himself, delirious with the rush of power he felt
over the man driving him to orgasm as he begrudgingly chased his own.
The hand sped up on his dick as Morty rode him deep and hard- wincing at the
stretching, probing pain even as the thick tip repeatedly pummeled a place
inside that sent tantalizing waves of tingling steadily intensifying throughout
his core. Heat pooled low within him, tightly coiled in his stomach as his
balls tightened up and he pounded himself up and down in time with the man's
powerful upward thrusts... the Rick stretching him wide around his pulsating
cock, PERFECTION. The Rick's hand became almost loving around his own dick,
passionately pumping him with a shakily twisting motion that belied his
discontent as he moaned and trembled beneath him.
He came violently... screaming in defeat, reaching up and **choking** Morty
half to death with his free hand as his hips jerked and cock painted his
insides a lovely "black-light lilac". The fleeting fear of suffocation drove
Morty over the edge seconds later, cumming all over the doctor's chest and abs.
"F-FUCKa hippocratic oath, you little psycho..." The **good doctor** seethed,
struggling to catch his breath and regroup under Morty's weight. "I'm gonna
fucking KILL you, you, you cocky fucking **freak**."
Morty fumbled against his limply heaving body for the briefest of moments,
leaning back to stare him dead in the eyes as he raised the memory gun he'd
just slipped from out of one on of the many pockets lining the man's disheveled
lab coat up to their relative eye-level.
"AW geeeeez, 'Rick'." He whispered mockingly, aiming it at his forehead and
pulling the trigger as he rose up and off his spent cock. "I don't think you're
gonna do a, a THING to me."
He dressed himself, taking a few moments to thoroughly do the same for his
latest partner before splashing the contents of his own flask all over the
doctor's lap and turning his memory gun on himself with no small amount of
reluctance.
There was a -FLASH- Morty scrambling back and away from the doctor, the gun
clattering at his feet.
Morty glanced- wild eyed and in inexplicably deep-seated pain- back and forth
between them. Doctor Rick, gun, Dr., gun, Dr., gun, DR.!, GUN!... then
scrambled to retrieve the tube from it's dock before making a hasty retreat.
*
===============================================================================
"B-bet, betcha never counted on me finding out about THAT one... eh?" Rick
growled, tube sliding out of a now-hysterically-sobbing Morty and back into his
hand as the guided his dick past the final couple of inches of tube and deep
into the pitifully stretched space it had so snugly occupied.
"I mean WOW," (Rick **slammed** inside Morty's tight little ass as hard as he
could, livid) "... THAT was," (SLAM!) "FUCKING **CRAZY**!"
(Slam, **slam**, SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM-SLAM!)
Morty screamed and begged Rick to stop, but Rick- angrier than he'd ever been
with the kid, with **himself**, with ALL Rick's- ignored and continued using
him to his dark heart's content.
... Even when, looming over the boy who'd endured so much at his every wild
whim, it stopped feeling good.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Another **tube**, another TRAUMA.
Rick told himself he was just giving the little dumbass a chance to recover
where he still lay silently sobbing and restrained... rifling through countless
red tubes around the room before coming to one that bore no label, no
indication of it's contents whatsoever.
 
Something about it seemed to scream his name... and Rick, ever the narcissist,
screamed BACK at it before snatching it from it's cryptically assigned spot so
far removed from all others and reluctantly turning to meet Morty's defeated
gaze.
 
He trembled slightly as he closed the space between them, the ominous new tube
grasped almost hard enough to break it when he forced himself to continue doing
what he'd come there to do.
*
Rick had known, upon dragging Morty into the cramped stall with him, that it
was a bad situation... the worst possible case scenario, really, as the kid had
a bit of a problem with public bathrooms in general. It was unavoidable,
however, as he was sans portal gun.
The one they occupied was especially tiny. Like, rickDICKulously freaking tiny.
That, too, was proving increasingly problematic. Needing to be as undetectable
as possible should their pursuers crash the scene, Rick had hauled him up onto
the shifty lid of the toilet where there was scarcely room for RICK'S feet...
so he'd lifted the kid into his arms, encouraged him to wrap his scrawny legs
around his hips and arms around his neck, turning them around so he could hold
Morty up against the wall for balance.
Both felt incredibly claustrophobic as rhythmic music filtered into their
headspace through a crackling speaker in the ceiling overhead, pulses racing
nervously just beneath every inch of skin, pressed together within the insanely
close walls of the stall no ordinary life form could use with the door closed.
Rick had basically been hugging him against that wall for what felt like an
eternity, trying to keep his breathing as slow and silent as possible against
the bare skin of Morty's neck in the hope that it would help to keep his
grandson calm as well, protective and holding him so much closer than he ever
held anyone when he noticed Morty's breath hitching and a surprisingly firm
length filling out against his stomach.
His own dick responded almost immediately, slowly rising and curving up
perfectly into the soft swell of Morty's ass cheeks- sliding along the space
between before he could do anything to change their position... and Morty
stopped breathing altogether for a brief and seemingly endless moment of tense
confusion before realizing what was happening and whimpering into Rick's
throat.
Fuck **fuck** FUCKITY fuck...
He tried to get ahold of himself as his heart pounded noticeably against
Morty's, tried to lift him higher to reposition them both- but Morty clung to
him, not budging, and Rick gasped as he felt his arms and legs tighten ever-so-
slightly around him.
"M-Morty, just let me, let me get us into a better-"
"Don't!" Morty whispered, sensing something Rick **hadn't** a split second
before it was too late.
The bathroom door flew open and heavy steps echoed ominously against the
porcelain walls entombing them. There was grumbling, presumably the sound of a
muscle-bound lackey glancing halfassedly around the bathroom before stomping
out again.
"The-they're gone, Morty." Rick whispered in his ear... but he tightened his
hold on the kid all the same, shuddering as their throbbing dicks- perfectly
lined up, big centered and pressed against the slightly lesser- slid together
between themselves and the layers of fabric separating flesh from flesh.
Morty was trembling against him, breathing erratic and hot against his
grandpa's neck, feeling his Adams apple rise and fall anxiously against his
cheek. He was still afraid, in that moment- not that someone would return, but
that Rick would simply **let him go** at any moment.
That he'd want nothing more than to be RID OF HIM.
But Rick kept him pressed against the wall, gasping almost imperceptibly into
his sweaty-baby-shampoo-scented hair as the kid moved against him and softly
moaned. It was as though he was incapable of movement, himself- still frozen in
place by Morty's earlier plea not to adjust a thing, the heated plea that had
had absolutely **nothing to do** with whoever was after them.
Fast-forward... **flash** BACK to the present pumping of hips against hips,
members filling out against each other, the **ecstasy** of some unsolicited
serum Rick had concocted for reasons he dared not think upon working it's way
through their blood-streams as all that blood rushed **south**. Rick was
mumbling incoherently into Morty's scalp for much too long before his head
dipped down and mouth began tracing the frail column of his neck... lips
pulling away only to suck in a blushing earlobe, hot tongue flicking inside the
shell and deeper.
Morty tried to move away- but Rick moved with him, refusing to allow Morty an
inch of personal space.
"I felt you, Morty." He growled, holding his frantic gaze with cold and cryptic
composure. "When we were hiding? Yeah, I felt your d-d-DICK get hard for me,
felt your hips p-PUMPING, felt you GASPING against my neck...
That's why you were really freaking out, wasn't it Morty?"
Morty's eyes widened impossibly, mouth agape and useless.
Rick's dark gaze didn't falter as he closed in on him. "That's why you're
ALWAYS freaking out... **isn't it**, Morty?"
Morty found himself reflecting back upon all the the near-death experiences
that had inexplicably led him to think differently of Rick as the man knelt
down just far enough to look him in the eyes... his rapid-fired vengeance upon
those who dared cross him versus his own slow and casual self destruction being
equal parts his most infuriating and endearing qualities.
"We-we were... so cramped up in there, Rick-"
"Kinda like this?"
"Y-yeah, I just..." Morty gasped again as Rick leaned in to breathe hot against
his neck, effectively reversing roles.
"You just WHAT, Morty?"
Morty keened, felt his hips shift of their own accord until one of Rick's knees
slid up between his legs.
"I-I-I just, I g-got a little..." He struggled to find the word, was **always**
struggling for those damn things.
"Overwhelmed!" He finally cried out as Rick firmly raised his knee to cradle
his tightening balls and rapidly hardening dick against his thigh.
Rick mercifully froze, catching Morty's eyes with a stern- yet somehow
uncertain- stare, eyebrow raised. He looked as though he was trying to come to
a decision, of sorts... torn.
"Overwhelmed by WHAT, exactly?"
Morty moaned, having already prayed to a god he was fairly certain didn't exist
for any other question.
"Was it just being **trapped**, Morty..." He offered with an impatient sigh and
roll of his eyes, still nose-to-nose with the nerve-wracked kid. "Or was it,
was it being trapped with ME?"
**You**, you jerk...
It's ALWAYS **you**!
"Y-y-you..." He whispered angrily, but sighing in vaguely confused relief
despite himself as Rick's leg began to slide in and out from under his length
almost **soothingly**... and then blushing furiously, as surprised and
mortified by his own reaction to the change as he was by the change ITSELF.
"So something like this, it freaks ya out?" Rick suggested, his voice dropping
an octave or two to become a growl as he allowed himself to enjoy the firm but
gentle glide in-tandem . "Maybe in a GOOD way, hm?"
His eyelids lowered as Morty's widened, and Rick dropped back onto the floor-
pulling Morty with him to sit in his lap and adjusting him so that their dicks
lined up yet again, Rick's intimidatingly long and thick by comparison. Morty's
legs wrapped loosely around either of Rick's hips, unthinkingly drawing them
closer together to increase the friction and making Rick chuckle wickedly
despite himself as he used his outstretched legs to shove himself backward
across the floor until they hit a wall.
Morty blushed furiously upon realizing what he'd just done, genuinely shocked
by Rick's seemingly favorable response. His jaw dropped as he tried to form
words, explain himself... but then Rick was pulling him down by the hips,
deliberately grinding **with** him.
"This is, uh... spretty fucked up, Morty." He pointed out nonchalantly- voice
increasingly gruff, eyes briefly rolling into the back of his head as his balls
throbbed and cock hardened- before meeting Morty's again with fire.
Morty merely nodded, looking utterly helpless as he slowly relaxed into Rick's
lap and began to ride him. Rick was suddenly as impressed as he was surprised.
The kid didn't need much direction... just kind of going with whatever felt
good as he rutted against him with a smooth and firm rhythm, oblivious to just
how good it felt for Rick until they were both breathing erratically.
"H-How long, Morty?" Rick pressed gruffly, suddenly sounding stern again as his
hips began working with his grandson's. "How fuckin' long you been hiding...
**this**?"
He pressed his cock against Morty's erection with a particularly aggressive
thrust for emphasis, the question clear.
"S-s-since MY... **adventure**." Morty whimpered, flashing back to the
thorough-but-gentle bath Rick had helped him through shortly after returning
home.
Rick repressed an actual **growl** then, eyes pinched painfully shut against
his own flashback (consequently marred by the memory of the kid's tearful eyes
as he'd quietly pleaded with him to call the whole thing off, to take him
home)... and then later, when he'd reluctantly climbed into the tub he'd drawn
for Morty **with** him.
Morty had been eerily quiet the whole trip home save for the occasional, heart-
wrenching little sniffle or tear-repressing gasp... but became a trembling,
tear-shedding mess all over again when Rick calmly insisted upon seeing the
full extent of the many injuries he'd unwittingly sustained in fending off his
attacker. Large, dark bruises littered his torso, lower back and hips... along
with a few lazily bleeding but otherwise inconsequential lacerations, likely
scrapes from flailing claws as a head was crushed by a toilet seat.
Upon seeing the whole picture- and how stiffly Morty moved as he struggled,
face blazing and panic mounting, to undress himself completely- Rick had
stopped him.
"K-keep the boxers, if you want." He'd whispered gently, approaching slowly and
staying in front of him as he stripped down to his own. He'd stepped in with
Morty one leg at a time, turned him to face away, then sat and pulled Morty
gently down into the water with him to settle on his lap.
He held Morty close as he carefully washed him, covertly examining his injuries
while silently babying the boy until he finally tried to relax- still shaking-
in his embrace. "Just l-let it out, kiddo." Rick had whispered into a shaking
shoulder- and after turning to wrap himself around the man with his head
nuzzled up under his chin to hide his face, Morty had openly sobbed until he
was spent.
If Rick had touched too much for too long that night, it had begun purely out
of concern and love... but he'd also been lying to himself, since then, in
willfully forgetting how achingly hard he'd become the second Morty turned on
him. Or how hard he'd felt Morty become in turn, length lining up against his
own to press together between their stomachs and the thin fabric of their
underwear as he clung to his grandpa and cried. Too weak of heart to bring
himself to push him away for his own damn good, Rick had relented and wrapped
his arms around Morty all the tighter- hoping against hope that the soothing
drag of his hands up and down the kid's back would be enough to distract from
the subtle pumping of his hips against him, that his rapid breathing would go
unnoticed if he just kept it shallow enough, that the soft moans he let slip
would be written off as nothing more than subtle signs of the grief he was
genuinely experiencing alongside his unsolicited arousal.
"S-since... since then, huh?" Rick whispered, reluctantly dragging himself back
into the present tense- where, once again, they were wrapped up in one another
in the worst possible way. Defeated by the revelation that this was almost
entirely on him, he sighed a dismal sigh and turned his head away to allow the
soft, slightly uncertain kisses Morty was laying along his collar bone to
travel up his neck. "Jesus, M-Morty... I'm so sorry."
Morty clung tighter to him then, fearful that whatever he'd inadvertently
started was about to meet an abrupt end with the apology... but that wasn't the
kind of "sorry" Rick was, he realized, as Rick pushed him away just enough to
grab his face in either hand and claim Morty's lips with his own in a brutally
heated kiss.
It wasn't long before they were openly grinding against each other, Rick
reaching to push Morty's boxers down and gasping as his dick popped free of
them- followed quickly by his own, freed by his other hand, BOTH hands shaking
as the gravity of what he was doing settled over him. Shaking as he wrapped
long fingers around the both of them and began stroking up and down the searing
heat of their combined lengths. The thick veins in Rick's were throbbing
against Morty's member along every inch of them that connected- which was ALL
of Morty's from base to tip, Rick's cock a good couple of inches longer with
the swollen tip steadily dribbling warm precum down his shaft and onto the
kid's. Rick let his palm slide briefly up and over it, hand coming back down
completely coated and gliding.
"Sorry...". He was still whispering, voice becoming a growl that made Morty
wish he wouldn't. It wasn't Rick's fault, clearly. Morty was the fucked up one,
the one who'd allowed himself to become so consumed with the one person in his
life who'd tried to protect him from exactly THIS. This thing Morty **craved**.
He kissed Rick, swooping in and stealing his lips with a little sob that made
Rick want to shove him away and pull him closer all at once as his grandson
leaned into him to slide up his pelvis as far as his knees would take him and
back down. Up, and down... up, down.
They were grinding against each other before either fully realized what was
happening, tongues entwined in the heated kiss that was rapidly becoming
sloppier and more frantic and hotter than SIN, both scowling at the waves of
sensation washing over them as their balls slowly tightened up against the
their throbbing dicks in tandem.
Morty had wriggled his boxers down and off his hips somehow despite the tight
embrace, pulling away long enough to rip them off the instant he was able- and
Rick groaned long and low as immediately wrapped his legs around his waist
again, the throbbing head of his own cock occasionally grazing the clenched
flesh between Morty's spread asscheeks. Rick growled almost angrily at each and
every graze of his engorged tip against it, knowing more and more that there
was no hope of stopping himself now. He gasped and panted and humped and
tightened his arms around the kid, wanting him closer, **closer**, CLOSER and
knowing he was absolutely **GOING** to fuck him.
Had Morty changed his mind- his **heart**, at that point- it wouldn't have
mattered. Rick was already too far gone, too utterly desperate for the one
thing he'd never dared dream of actually having and **keeping**. He hated
himself for it allthewhile, despite the fact that Morty was absolutely NOT
about to bow out. He was a trembling mess, beyond terrified, sure... but HE was
the one **making sure** that his rippling anus grazed the tip of Rick's tender
member, the one trying to slide down onto it even as he hung from around Rick's
neck and refused to loosen his arms. His hold around said neck was his fear of
the unknown, whatever dwindling reluctance he harbored... the slow-but-steady
slide of his chest against Rick's as he inevitably allowed himself to descend
his persistent desire.
Rick felt it happening, tried to hold the kid tighter to him to keep him up,
but inevitably felt the slippery tip of his cock meet that tiny orifice and s-
l-o-w-l-y penetrate it. Gasping and groaning with every single millimeter of
heat that slid down around his throbbing flesh over the course of 5, 10, **15
fucking minutes** as they licked furious fire into each-other's mouths, he
finally felt the head slip all the way inside of Morty and felt the rattle of
bones against bones as they both cried out in shock.
"F-f-fuuuuuck!" Rick sobbed, kissing Morty harder and more hungrily than he
intended as he struggled not to slam the boy the rest of the way down onto him.
He found himself blushing furiously at the neediness of his own voice, the
unabashed urgency- though Morty was sobbing into his neck in turn as he
clenched around him and tried so hard to push HIMSELF down onto Rick with heart
wrenching little gasps of "So good, pl-please, PLEASE, I n-need you!" in
between their fevered kisses. He was bouncing in Rick's tight embrace without
shame, wanting nothing more than to be dropped- PUSHED- down onto Rick's full
length.
Rick was a gasping, tightly-wound mess of a man beneath him, legs drawing up
under Morty to press him even closer to his chest and drastically change the
angle of his penetration. Morty's silky channel refused to relax around him,
driving them both insane with lust as his cock slowly sunk deeper and deeper
into him.
Morty whined long and low as he was impaled... leaning back to break the kiss
so he could stare into Rick's eyes, their stomachs firmly pressed together in
his increasingly weak hold on him, and continued senselessly babbling and
begging.
"J-just let me, **please** just let me-!" But Rick only managed a shakily-stern
shake of his head, breathlessly mouthing the word "s-l-o-w" over and over again
as he struggled to keep the increasingly uncontrollable pump of his own hips in
check.
The one word alone, "slooow", was almost enough to convince Morty that Rick
wouldn't simply stop and lift him off... that he'd absolutely made his
decision, much as it clearly tormented every fiber of his being if the tears in
his half-angry-half-excruciated-half-euphorically-fucking-eyes were any
indication... but it was all happening so slowly, every sensation hitting him
so hard and not hard ENOUGH, he felt such an overwhelming **need** to be filled
up to bursting with his grampa Rick's huge cock. His own slick dick dragged
hard down between their tightly-pressed/together stomachs, so good but SO SLOW.
"Th-this, this is gonna be harder than you know." Rick groaned, nipping
compulsively at his bottom lip to regain his full attention before licking the
sting away and continuing to whisper directly into his mouth in a softer tone.
"Y-y-you don't, MORTY, you don't **understand** how fucking HARD, so young,
Morty, so little, y'don't understand how much it's gonna hurt."
Even as he said these cryptic words of warning, voice sounding pained in it's
own right, Morty felt his arms shifting slightly around him- pushing his tight
hole past the head and further down onto his cock little by little, the stretch
a sudden and somewhat unexpected shock to his entire system as nerves flared
confusingly in response to manifest as starbursts in his line of vision. It
looked like Rick was gazing at him through a brilliant and increasingly
blinding array of fireworks. "You're gonna, gonna **cry**, Morty... and that's
okay, Morty... Grampa understands. Just, just keep breathing and try to relax.
Once I'm all the way inside, Morty..." Rick paused, breath hitching harshly in
his chest as another half inch of Morty squeezed his shaft and pleasure surged
through him like a blow to the head that just kept hitting him all the way down
to his curling **toes**, over and over. "O-o-once I'm aaaaall the way inside,
Morty, I'm gonna, I'm gonna give you a few seconds to adjust to the stretch."
Morty nodded, head bowed as he gritted his teeth against the moan clawing it's
way up his throat- the moan he was certain would sound pained beyond belief,
irrevocably hurt despite the euphoria coursing through every last inch of his
body as Rick impaled him. It came out anyway, even as he nodded, a long keening
sound that broke Rick's heart all over again- though he seemed to recognize the
sound for what it truly was: excruciating DESPERATION for more, far beyond
anything his grandson had ever experienced in his pitiful little life so far.
He nodded slowly into Morty's scalp in turn, shuddering violently as he
continued slowly pushing him down onto his considerable length. "S'gonna hurt
a, a LOT, b-but when you've had your time, Morty, I'm gonna start **FUCKING
you**.
Grandpa's been at this a looooong time, baby boy." He whispered, gasping
against curls and breathing Morty's scent back into his lungs with each breath.
"Grandpa knows what he likes, knows how to make it so- s-so fucking good for,
for **you** too, Morty. Gonna fuck you deep and hard and, and it's gonna hurt,
but- but it's also gonna feel better than your wildest fucking DREAMS, b-baby
boy.
Need, need you to take it easy 'til you can handle more. Let me do the work and
just, just FEEL it, okay?"
If Morty reacted too strongly either way he knew he'd lose control, fuck the
kid to within an inch of his damn life... and then just **keep fucking**. He
kept this much to himself, however, as he reluctantly pulled his face away from
his hair and met his tearful gaze. Morty was cringing, shaking, gasping- but
also nodding slowly as his face blazed red, wound up tight and struggling to
stay still as he felt Rick's hands digging just shy of painfully into his hips,
slightly embarrassed at Rick's intense focus upon him.
Rick bit his lower lip to keep himself grounded carefully in the moment and
pushed down on the small hips, watching his cock as it gradually disappear into
the tight ripples of flesh and a thin trickle of blood appeared in it's wake to
drip down onto his pelvic bone.
He cringed at the sight, growing even harder despite the sharp pang of guilt it
incited until Morty caught his gaze again with a high pitched whimper.
Rick stopped, alarmed... though the heated eye contact and forced-but-adamant
shake of Morty's head as he whispered "Don't s-stop, Rick, PLEASE" renewed his
determination. He made of point, then, of holding Morty's wide-eyed gaze with
his own as he firmly and steadily pushed him down onto another inch of his
throbbing meat.
Then another two, and **three** more in quick succession. He felt himself
stretching Morty's tight channel well past it's natural limit and pushing up
into his actual BODY beyond it as the final three solid inches of wrist-thick
length was enveloped in delicious heat... Morty crying out and sobbing in
earnest just before the final blood-slicked slide down onto his grampa's lap
and throwing his arms around his neck again in earnest.
Rick wrapped his arms around him, shushing and soothing as he quietly
encouraged him to let it out.
"I- I feel like the ST-STALL." He revealed with a violent hiccup, peaking
Rick's concern past the pain. His lips pecked Morty's, tongue slipping out to
lick into his gasping mouth for a briefly buzzing moment before he leaned back
just enough to see his face, hands still gliding up and down the boy's back and
brow furrowed in question.
"Tell me." He whispered.
Morty winced, surprised. He wriggled almost imperceptibly on Rick's cock and
hissed in pain, feeling himself very nearly tearing around the intrusion as he
elaborated. I feel like your- your dick is me and I'm, I'm the fucking
**bathroom stall**." He moaned mournfully. "Like I'm just, just tr-trapping you
inside me."
Rick pumped his hips without really realizing he'd moved a muscle, the darkness
of the simile somehow perversely alluring... and Morty moaned again, this time
in a way that sent chills up his freaking spine.
"J-Jesus, Rick...". He sobbed, gasping and wrapping his arms tightly around his
neck again to hide his flushed face. "That's, that's what I **need**...
PLEASE."
"You want me to take control?" He whispered softly, already having known for
some time that it would play out this way. He already HAD been taking control,
of course... but now Morty was projecting his broken psyche onto his cock,
begging him to empower it by dominating **him** completely.
It was bass-akwards as fuck, but Rick saw the reasoning in Morty's pleading
eyes- the NEED- and put on his stern face once more.
"You haven't really told me yet, M-Morty, what I need to hear." He reminded him
gently-but-firmly, giving him a another small pump of encouragement and
studying his face as the initial grimace of thrill passed upon it. "You want to
be d-dominated, baby boy? I'm super into it. If it'll help you feel good... but
you gotta tell me first, gotta let me know WHAT-" (pump, gasp) "YOU-" (harder
pump, sharper gasp) "**NEED**-" (SLAM, **scream**).
His voice had descended into a rough growl as he slowly, lovingly tortured the
kid and Morty **writhed** on his cock, gasping and gritting his teeth... but
his gaze never faltered, eyes pained but pleading.
"THAT, Rick! **Fuck**, I need you to, to just give it to me hard!"
Rick gasped himself, his own eyes aglow with carnal desire, dutifully
**pumping** Morty one more time before slowly lifting him up and nearly off his
angry cock. Morty gasped and struggled in his firm hold unthinkingly, but his
positively **drowning** eyes communicated more than his body alone could
possibly manage as he stared into Rick's.
Still...
"PLEASE, Rick... **f-fuck me**!"
Rick **roared** as he slammed Morty back down onto his cock as hard as he
could, the sound punctuated by a resounding scream in response. Morty's legs
and arms fell away as he allowed himself to be lifted again, Rick's hips coming
up to meet him when he ignored a short-lived moment of resistance- Morty's feet
catching under him as he struggled with something indiscernible before kicking
them out in front of him on either side of Rick's waist and allowing himself to
be forced down onto his huge cock again, and **again**, and AGAIN.
There was blood pooling on the floor between Rick's legs- blood he could feel
spreading out along his the curved lines where his trembling ass cheeks were
pressed into the hard surface, clenching and relaxing as he fucked up into
Morty's searing heat wrapped so tightly around him and down, up and down. He
was crying Rick's name over and over again, tightening impossibly as he fell
forward and back into his tight embrace. He sobbed and whispered sweet nothings
into the man's neck, little "thank you's" punctuating every dozen thrusts or so
and hips working to try and meet his of their own accord while his tears slid
down the long column of Rick's throat to collect in the small hollow beneath
his Adam's apple.
Rick swore furiously as he felt Morty's balls slap one of his upper thighs with
every downward thrust- growing tighter and harder in time with his own, both so
close to the edge of a greater precipice than they'd ever approached that they
could **feel** their combined center of gravity shifting dangerously, teetering
above ecstasy.
Rick released one of Morty's hips, allowing them just enough space between each
other to snake his freed hand down to wrap around the base of Morty's aching
and convulsing member. His fingers closed tightly around him and began stroking
him in long pulls that gradually increased in speed and intensity, hips never
faltering as he worked his dick and fucked him passionately.
Morty was a babbling mess atop him, movements tight and impressively precise
despite the confusing haze of stimulation. He cried out over and over again,
grabbing Rick's neck and pulling him back into a heated kiss to stifle himself
and keep himself wholly present and in the moment as heat pooled in his gut and
his abdomen convulsed uncontrollably above the deft hand stroking him fast and
hard enough to start a fucking **fire**... Rick's cock clenched tightly inside
him and out, in and out, in and out and older body tensing like a trick-mirror
reflection of the kid's as his balls tightened and ACHED.
Both screamed out loud in unison as their orgasms came crashing down on them
like a brutal wave of transcendent euphoria, combined voices wailing long and
loud into eachother's mouths... Morty releasing himself all over Rick's tightly
clenched fist and Rick, reluctantly but with a great rush of overwhelming
relief, cumming deep and hard into Morty's **equally** tightly clenched little
ass.
They gasped and sobbed again each other as they came down together, foreheads
meeting as their hips pumped mindlessly.
"Y-you okay?" Rick finally choked out, feeling himself goes slack and lazy
inside Morty as their jerking twitches slowly subsided. He felt sweat trickle
down from between their foreheads onto the bridge of his nose and down either
cheek as Morty tilted his head to catch his lips, little kitten licks delving
in to flick at his weak but easily seduced tongue.
"N-never better." He whimpered into his mouth, trembling against him as
exhaustion rolled through his entire body and relaxing into Rick's lap.
They stayed that way until Rick finally caught his breath, holding Morty close
even as he lifted the boy up and off of his spent cock with a delicious little
**pop**, both groaning incoherently at the loss before collapsing under their
own weight.
"W-we're BEYOND fucked, here, baby boy." Rick whispered, only half kidding.
Morty sniffled against the warm crook of his neck, nodding even as he cuddled
into him and sighing shakily as Rick wrapped his arms around him and went about
lifting them both up and off the floor. He held Morty in them like a baby,
nipping and licking into his ear as he carried him to the bathroom for a shared
shower... and later into his bedroom, where he smirkingly made a show of
"tucking him in".
"N-no more fucked than usual, grandpa Rick." He whispered up at Rick's door-
framed silhouette in ridiculously delayed response to the earlier summation of
their situation just as he was heading, with more reluctance than he cared to
let Morty see in proper lighting, out of the room. "Not enough for it to be a,
a one-shot deal... right?"
"Oh... I just need to **rest up**, Morty." The man growled heatedly,
suppressing a chuckle that might otherwise belie the underlying promise. "Th-
then we're, we're doing that AGAIN."
*
Rick removed the tube, nearly dropping it when he felt himself begin to
gradually crumble under the weight of his own perpetually conflicted psyche. Of
all the memories wasting away amid countless "mind blowers" in his underground
lair, why had he taken **that** one away from HIMSELF?
He glanced down at Morty's wide-eyed, eerily still body... the only sign of
life being that of the occasional shallow breath, punctuated by pitiful little
sniffles here and there.
He realized, upon catching and holding Morty's weak-heartedly empty gaze, that
an anthropomorphic fucking JELLYBEAN had **nothing** on him...
 
... That no creature **alive** could break a Morty quite like HE, himself.
 
That Morty continued needing and even LOVING him despite everything he'd put
him through in their fleeting time together- the ultimate team- thus far, would
follow him to Hell and back no matter how many jagged little shards of himself
he had to kick aside just to keep from tripping over them, falling and
shattering into a million little pieces before they could even **get** where
they were going.  
 
Rick was no longer just his OWN "one-man wrecking machine"... he was a
**wrecking ball** deconstructing the one person, the ONLY **human** person,
he'd ever bothered to care about as he swung high and low in excruciatingly
super slo-mo.
 
 
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