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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_Sanchez/Morty_Smith
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Anal_Sex, Incest, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Rape_Fantasy, Grinding,
      Technology, Drinking, Choking, Minor_Violence, Forced_Orgasm, Rough_Sex,
      Breathplay, Light_Angst, Masturbation, Masturbation_Interruptus, Rape,
      Molestation, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Underage_Rape/Non-con, C137cest,
      Primal_Sex, Belts, Punishment, Power_Play, Power_Dynamics, Power
      Imbalance, Biting, Painful_Sex, Blood, Sex_Toys, Drug_Use, Dirty_Talk,
      Sneaking_Around, Family_Dinners
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-20 Updated: 2017-10-20 Chapters: 10/? Words: 20768
****** The Device ******
by simplescribe
Summary
     Rick stood swaying slightly in the doorway to Morty's room,
     silhouetted by the hallway light behind him, a gaunt looming figure
     framed by the door. He blinked blearily, colours and shapes fuzzing
     and blending together, reaching a hand out to steady himself on the
     doorframe. His heart was thudding in his chest, and he reached
     instinctively for his flask even though he really didn't need it. A
     quick shake revealed it was empty anyway. Of course it was.
Notes
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***** Beta Test *****
Chapter Notes
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Rick stood swaying slightly in the doorway to Morty's room, silhouetted by the
hallway light behind him, a gaunt looming figure filling the doorway. He
blinked blearily, colours and shapes fuzzing and blending together, reaching a
hand out to steady himself on the doorframe. His heart was thudding in his
chest, and he reached instinctively for his flask even though he really didn't
need it. A quick shake revealed it was empty anyway. Of course it was. 
Morty was curled in his bed, completely oblivious to Rick's presence. Rick
could see the rise and fall of his breathing, and he thought it looked so
serene. Wobbling slightly, he made his way carefully over to Morty's bedside,
sitting down lightly. Now he could see the boy's soft face, blank and perfect
in sleep, his slender body looked so small. At Rick's less than graceful
stumble over, Morty was roused, and blinked rapidly as his eyes focused. "R-
Rick?" He asked hesitantly, "W-w-what is it?" Morty was sitting up now.
Rick swayed, not saying anything. He was obviously loaded and Morty became
visibly nervous, fidgeting and glancing around the dark room. With a sigh, Rick
rose and placed his hands on his grandson's shoulders. Morty went rigid at the
unusual display of closeness. Rick seemed to be wrestling with something,
frowning, Morty wasn't used to seeing him so indecisive. "Morty..." He
whispered, and reached one hand down to rest on his grandson's groin. His
sensitive teenage body reacted before his mind could process what was
happening. He felt frozen with anxiety. "Y-yer a good kid Morty..." Rick
mumbled as he began stroking Morty through his underwear. 
"Rick!" he yelped, "Wh-wh-what are you DOING?" Morty scrambled away, but
quickly felt the wall at his back, and Rick was advancing. He held his arms out
in front of himself warningly, wide eyes looking panic-stricken into his
grandpa's heavy lidded ones. Rick reached out and grabbed him by each wrist,
pinning his arms to the wall. Morty felt trapped and exposed and his anxiety
spiked painfully. He was starting to hyperventilate as Rick eyed him from
above, pants tightening visibly as he watched Morty struggle weakly beneath
him. The panic attack was making him even weaker than usual. Rick leaned in
suddenly and kissed Morty, forcefully, his tongue forcing its way into the
boy's mouth, exploring relentlessly. He tore himself away just as suddenly and
kissed sloppily down Morty's neck. 
Rick ground himself roughly into Morty, finding Morty's hardening cock and
grinding into it, growling quietly. Morty seemed to come back to himself
suddenly and he started shrieking fearfully, calling for help, until Rick
grabbed him by the hair and shook him roughly. He had both the boy's tiny
wrists pinned with one spidery hand. "Shut up!" he whispered, "Shut the fuck
up." He leaned in to Morty's face, sickly sweet breath choking the air between
them, and said, "They can't hear you Morty. I-I-it's some science stuff. I-I-I-
it's in the walls. It's everywhere. No ones coming, Morty, s-s-so do us both a
favor and quit scEUUUGH-screaming your head off."
Morty panted heavily beneath Rick, tears running down his cheeks, but remained
mostly silent. His eyes changed from pleading to angry and back again, but Rick
hardly noticed as he gave a tentative thrust, grinding the boy again while he
looked into his eyes. Satisfied with his grandson's compliance, he released his
wrists and fumbled with his belt, sliding it off, his pants quickly following.
Morty was hugging himself with knees drawn, but Rick tsk'd at his posture and
grabbed his arms again, turning him to face the wall roughly. 
The boy put his hands out to brace himself, sweaty palms flat against the wall,
head twisting back to flash another pleading look at his grandpa. Rick didn't
seem to notice as he positioned himself behind Morty, naked below the waist but
with his stained t-shirt hanging just above his cock, lab coat flowing out
around him. Morty was rigid with fear, his body like a tensed bowstring. Rick
watched him shut his eyes tightly, the little bit of boyish muscle he had
straining and trembling with tension. 
"J-jeezus Morty..." Rick mumbled, suddenly embracing Morty, rocking forward
clumsily. Morty was shocked by the sudden tender gesture, and felt himself
melting into the hug, while his heart still thudded uncomfortably in his skull.
Morty felt the hot sting of tears dripping on his shoulder from where Rick's
face pressed against him. Just as suddenly as the hug had begun, Rick broke
away from Morty and shoved the boy down into his pillows, ass raised tenderly
into the air. The older man sighed deeply, one hand working lazily at his
already erect cock. 
He pressed lightly at Morty's entrance as the boy whimpered beneath him. The
light pressure increased steadily, and Morty leaned forward involuntarily, a
small cry escaping him. Rick's grip on his shoulder simply tightened as he
forced the boy backwards, down onto his cock. The boy cried out in earnest now
as the head of Rick's penis forced its way inside him, and Rick mercifully
paused as soon as it was in, groaning in a quiet voice and closing his eyes
blissfully. He'd wanted to do this for so long. He'd imagined it so many times,
enough to bring him to this point anyway. 
After this moment's rest, Rick started inching forward again. Morty jerked
forward, so Rick simply went with him, bearing down on his grandson until he
was laying flat on top of him, his cock buried neatly into the boy's virgin
ass. Morty twitched uncontrollably beneath him, squeaking and moaning, and Rick
felt his cock twitch at the pleasure of it all. He buried himself up to the
hilt, and relished the tight wetness of his grandson's ass. Just the thought of
how sick it was made him want to pour his cum into the boy. Not yet, he
reminded himself sternly.
Rick propped himself up again- Morty was making little pained sounds high in
his throat, and Rick placed a thin arm around the boy's kneck, grabbing him in
a sort of headlock and wrenching him back up to the arms-and-knees position he
started in. "Stay." Rick growled, and started moving.
He fucked the boy mercilessly. The room was suddenly filled with a wet slapping
noise as Rick pounded into him, still holding Morty in the lock so he couldn't
move away. At first, Morty's cries were in time with Rick's thrusts- "Ah! Ah!
Ah!" But as he continued at this pace, it degenerated into sobbing and begging.
"Ahhhnnn, R-Rick, p-p-p-pleeease, Rick! Stop! Noooo...." Morty made a hopeless
sounding high pitched keen, but the begging just made Rick want to fuck him
harder. With a flex of his bicep, Rick put pressure on Morty's throat, grinning
as the boy's crying was cut off. He doubled his pace then, feeling his climax
slowly build. It was going to be huge- he would fill the boy up and then some.
Morty's face was darkening as Rick fucked and strangled him, a dark invisible
force behind him, bearing down on him relentlessly. Rick snaked a hand out to
lightly stroke at Morty's trembling cock. After a few strokes, he felt the boy
cumming, his tiny hips bucking, and it pushed Rick finally over the edge. His
final thrusting growl turned into a long moaning sigh of release as he poured
seed into the tiny body beneath him. He felt his cock pulse, and hot cum
spilled out the edges as he filled the boy, dripping down obscenely onto the
bedsheets. After a final few twitching thrusts, Rick pulled out, leaning
backwards, heart racing. 
He surveyed the scene before him- Morty, splayed out on his rumpled bed, naked
except for his t-shirt, cum still dribbling out from his ass. He looked
completely out of sorts, and Rick's cock gave a little half-hearted jump at the
thought of what he'd just done to his own grandson. Morty seemed to have passed
out momentarily, probably from the pressure on his throat, but he roused
shakily as Rick watched. He seemed to have a sudden moment of rememberance,
and, trembling, reached for his sheet to shyly cover his nakedness. As if that
mattered now, Rick chuckled quietly. With a sigh, he stood. That was fun. It
had been even better than he had expected. "Shut down." he said, and everything
went black.
Rick pulled the VR helmet off his head roughly, swaying where he sat on his
cot. The room was dark save for a tiny sliver of light coming in from a crack
in the door. He thought he remembered to close that before he began. Reaching
for his flask, he found it empty, and sighed again. 
A bundle of wires ran from the helmet down to a metal sheath that covered his
cock. It was lined with silicone, and realistically simulated sensations in VR,
including heat and lubrication. Now it was also dripping with his cum. He
pulled it off and let the helmet and sheath fall to the floor with a dull
clatter. The world was spinning and he lay back, breathing deeply. Soon he was
snoring quite loudly, and didn't hear the soft patter of footsteps retreating
from his door. 
Chapter End Notes
     This is my first fic I've ever written/posted for anything, so I hope
     you like it. Constructive criticism is very welcome.
***** Field Research *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Morty didn't feel very well at all. After his last adventure with Rick, to some
mind-melting alternate dimension where they'd had to obtain a dangerously rare
component for an experiment of Rick's he knew very little about, the duo had
arrived home to the garage, Rick almost manic with excitement, where Morty was
just exhausted and drained. Rick didn't give so much as a "good job", he merely
strode over to his work area and began fiddling and twisting and poking around
at the bit of nonsensical plant material they had brought home. 
He had shuffled over to the door, wondering if maybe he could get a good hour's
nap before he had to be up for school. Maybe if he skipped breakfast, it would
give him ten extra minutes... "Morty!" His grandpa's sharp whisper broke him
suddenly from his thoughts, and he turned blearily towards Rick, feeling as
though he were underwater. "Don't leave." Rick said without even looking at
him. He was still hunched over his work. When he said nothing further, Morty
had dutifully stood in place, watching Rick bustle around the garage, feeling
his hour tick away.
Just when he thought he might really be able to fall asleep standing up, Rick
came over carrying a huge needle that made Morty's stomach churn. The glass
vial contained a purple-green swirling liquid that looked very much like the
thing they had gone to get today. Without speaking, Grandpa Rick grabbed
Morty's arm and plunged the needle into the soft flesh of his bicep. Morty
yelped in shock, his brain only understanding after it was already done.
"Rick!" he said shrilly, "Wh-wh-what are you DOING?" and took an involuntary
few steps back, nearly colliding with the wall. 
Rick seemed to stiffen visibly, not looking Morty in the face. After a moment
of silence he spun around and went back to his bench. "Don't worry about it
Morty." he said, sounding distant, "It's fine. Just tell me if you burp up
anything out of the ordinary." Morty stood dumbstruck for a few moments, trying
to think of how to word his outrage, until he gave up trying to form coherent
sentences and simply walked out of the garage without speaking at all. 
Morty's feet felt like lead as he trudged up the stairs to his bedroom. Just as
he got in and turned on the light, his alarm clock began beeping loudly. He
stumbled over to it and turned it off, tears already welling in his eyes. It's
just the lack of sleep, he told himself. Rick's been weird lately, his mind
countered irrationally. It's just the lack of sleep. He took out his phone and
texted "sick day" to Rick, the well practiced code word for asking Rick to call
in to school for him. No way was he going on zero sleep and when he might barf
up some weird alien thing at any moment. He lay down heavily on his bed, and
began taking his clothes off, the world a watery blur through his eyes. 
 
 
Morty slept through the entire day, and he woke to a dark and empty house. It
was late and everyone was in bed. His mom had glanced in on him and, finding
him so thoroughly passed out with a slight fever, had bought the sick day
excuse. He learned this from a text that waited for him when he woke. Rick
hadn't even bothered to reply. 
Morty felt nauseous now. It was what had finally woken him. Not eating for over
24 hours probably wasn't helping either. He rubbed heavy sleep from his eyes.
He's fallen asleep crying again. S-Shut up Morty, y'little piece of
shit... Rick's voice rang in his mind in response to his self-pity. He stood to
get some water.
Halfway to the bathroom he felt as though he might throw up, and ran the rest
of the way. Just as he had flicked on the light switch, he burped wetly,
feeling a smooth something rise out of his stomach. He choked out a small
sphere of jet black, smooth and perfectly proportioned. Wonder what it is, he
thought idly, feeling immensely better the moment it had exited his body. What
if I just kept it? he wondered, That'd serve Rick right.
He never really considered keeping it. After he used the bathroom, he headed
for the garage with the black thing in his pocket. A quick glance revealed Rick
wasn't in there. Maybe he's not home, Morty thought. He guessed bedroom next,
and made his way back upstairs, taking care to be quiet. Rick's door was closed
as he approached, and Morty tapped quietly on the wood. He didn't want to wake
his parents, and the quiet of the house at night seemed so loud. He tapped
again when there was no response, and noticed the door was actually open, it
hadn't been fully shut. He was worried the alien thing might hatch or
something, and resolved to just place it on Rick's shelf and leave. Rick was
probably passed out on his cot, literally the only reason he would be in his
room at night. 
Morty pushed tentatively at the door, dreading a squeak. The ambient light of
the hallway slivered it's way into Rick's pitch black room, allowing Morty's
well-adjusted night vision a small peek inside. He heard heavy breathing, and
stiffened anxiously. It didn't sound like Rick's normal drunken snore, it was
too fast. And he was whispering now. Morty clearly heard "J-jeezus..." More
panting. Morty's body flooded with dread and cold anxiety. He shouldn't be
here. In his mind, he turned and walked quickly back to his room. In reality,
however, he stayed frozen in place, feeling immobilized.
Morty clearly heard his grandpa growl "Stay.", and the tone of his voice made
Morty's gut tighten, a warm feeling spreading out from there. The hell is wrong
with you? he thought sharply. With a dread curiousity, he peered through the
little door crack, trying to make sense of the dim shapes within. He picked out
Rick by his stark white limbs that looked long and sinuous, reclining languidly
on the cot. He was, blessedly, facing away from the door... but there was some
weird helmet thing on his head. Morty followed the trail of wires to where they
led further down Rick's body, and as his mind arranged the dark shapes before
him, he realized Rick's pants were off, and there was something over his cock.
Another flood of anxiety came at this realization, and Morty gulped
uncomfortably. Still, his body reacted. Don't. He almost pleaded with his
rapidly hardening penis. 
Rick had clearly made some weird sort of jack off machine. Morty's mind raced
at the possibilities of such a thing. How come Rick never shared his cool
inventions with him? Rick's grunting moans had increased slightly, and Morty
nearly blushed at the sound, then, all at once, it was over, and Rick lay
panting heavily in the dark. Morty heard him say more clearly, "Shut down." And
he pressed himself against the hallway wall in sudden terror, imagining Rick
coming out to find him. There was a dull thud, and Morty nearly pissed himself.
Thank god he had gone to the bathroom. 
The rhythmic sound of Rick's snores came after only a few moments, and Morty
slid to the floor with a sigh, feeling all the tension flood out of him.
"Jeez..." he whispered to himself, and stood up. He still felt too embarrassed
to go in to the room after all that, and pocketed the jet sphere after all.
Rick wouldn't have injected him with it if it was really dangerous, he
rationalized to himself, but if he was being honest, he was now just more
afraid to go in than he was to keep the thing. Heart thudding loudly, he turned
in a daze and retreated back to his bedroom. 
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for the kind words, everyone. ^^'
***** Discovery *****
When Morty got up the next day, Rick was nowhere to be seen. He actually felt
well rested for the first time in weeks, and was able to eat breakfast and
catch the bus on time. School passed in a daze. Every class he went to, he was
completely lost. His teacher handed everyone's unit tests back for a unit he
remembered just starting. How many days had he missed?
They kept him after class and talked about make up assignments. He barely even
heard them. At least Mr. Goldenfold was just giving him a passing mark and not
asking questions. Morty would have to remind Rick that he had to pass all his
other classes too. 
Morty felt drained by the end of the day, all his energy of the morning having
been leeched away by his social and academic anxieties. He got home and looked
around the house. Summer was watching TV and texting. His dad was playing some
game on his tablet. Mom was out at the hospital, working late again. Neither
family member spoke up when he entered the room. 
"H-Hello?" He stammered, annoyed. Both grunted responses that could be assumed
to also be a "hello", eyes still trained on their technology. When nothing more
was forthcoming, Morty sullenly made for the garage, hope blossoming inside him
that Rick might be in there and actually need him for something. Little tears
had formed at the corner of his eyes, and he took a moment to wipe at them and
breathe deeply, before opening the door.
All his hope and excitement went out with a woosh as he took in the darkened,
empty garage. Rick was still gone, and his workbench looked much the same as
they had left it the night before. Morty felt his face crumble a little before
he got it back under control and went back inside. 
"Where's Rick?" he asked his robot family.
"Haven't seen him." Summer replied. Dad didn't even seem to have heard. Morty
let out a pitiful sigh as he headed up to his room, glancing back to see if
anyone noticed. They hadn't. What am I supposed to do, scream? he thought
dejectedly.
Morty flopped down on his bed, bored and lonely and tired. He lay there for a
long while, trying not to let his mind think about anything that would make him
feel worse. He heard people come upstairs and go into their rooms, and wondered
if he had fallen asleep. A glance at the clock confirmed that he had, and he
went poking around the house a little.
It was dark and everyone had gone to bed. The garage was still empty. Morty
thought about checking Rick's room. After what he saw last night... He blushed
deeply. The thought of... interrupting Rick like that again made him feel
faint, but his heart was hurting and he couldn't just be alone with it right
now. 
Soft little footfalls went up the stairs and towards Rick's tiny room. Morty
put a hand on the door, breathing too shallow, and rapped lightly. He waited
for what seemed like an eternity, with no response. There was no sound coming
from inside that he could tell. Gulping, he silently turned the knob, opening
the door a crack.
It was empty. Rick's things lay strewn about, messier than usual- paper, pens,
a blanket, circuit boards, wires, crystals, and plenty he had no name for. A
plastic shopping bag full of scotch sat neatly in the corner, the only thing
that didn't look months old or trampled on. 
Morty scanned the room with interest, never having spent long enough in there
to really get a look at anything. And there, half underneath the cot, was the
device. That weird machine he had seen his grandpa using just yesterday. Morty
felt unable to stop himself moving forward, towards it. Rick could portal in at
any time, his mind screamed at him. He usually portals into the garage, he
reasoned. USUALLY?
His hands went out to touch the helmet, pulling it out a little from where it
had rolled, running his fingers across the smooth metal dome. It reminded him
of the Roy helmet at Blips and Chitz, just more streamlined, less bulky. His
hand followed the curve of the metal, along the protruding wires, down to the
cylindrical sheath that lay a short ways away. He almost recoiled at the
thought of his grandpa's drying cum inside it, but a little prodding revealed
the object was completely clean. Morty doubted Rick would've cleaned it. Self-
cleaning, he marvelled.
He felt possessed, like he was watching someone else in his body continue
onwards, already past the point of no return. His fingers explored the sheath's
opening, feeling cool, pliant plastic. It was so soft, and he felt his way
inside, pushing around the gel-like padding. As his fingers reached the end,
there was a round sort of... thing.... at the end, softer than all the rest of
it. As he pressed against it, lights came on and he heard a delicate whirr from
the helmet. At that moment, the plastic began to heat and moisten around his
fingers. Morty jumped back, clutching his hand like something had bit it. His
heart was racing. Lights danced along the device, yellow, yellow, yellow,
green. It glowed green in the dark of the room and seemed to invite him forward
again. 
Rick was just as likely to portal into Morty's bedroom as his own, and by now
he just had to know what it felt like. His cock was rock hard and he could feel
his pulse thrumming through it. He grabbed at himself through his pants and
groaned a little, hips making small involuntary movements. What sort of crazy
alien porn did Rick even need this thing for? Taking a deep breath, he
positioned the sheath above the head of his penis, pressing down lightly on it.
The plastic membrane seemed to react to his touch, making way for him as he
slid the sheath all the way over his dick. It felt warm and tight, and as soon
as he hit the back it came fully to life. The temperature increased and more
liquid flowed over his throbbing cock. He shuddered, breathing heavily, worried
he might spill just from this sensation alone. Quickly, he thrust the helmet
on, and the world went black. 
A cool female voice played softly in Morty's ears. "Continue session?" it said.
Morty's breath almost caught in his throat. This was more than he expected. He
had to hurry in case Rick came home... "Y-Y-Yes." he stammered, shaking like a
leaf. The world constructed around his eyes. 
Before him was... His bedroom? It was dark, but this was definitely Morty's
bedroom. A cold feeling of dread hit settled deep in Morty's stomach. Why was
this... And then he saw, on the bed, himself. A trembling, sobbing version of
himself, sprawled belly-first on his bed. He was clutching the sheets
pitifully, clumsily drawing them around his nakedness. Now Morty could tell he
was speaking too, very quickly, almost too quiet to hear. "I'm s-s-s-sorry
Rick, p-p-please, I'm sorry...." Over and over. 
Morty felt like he was going to be ill. He backed up without thinking and
bumped into the wall. Morty on the bed flinched a little at the sound. The
sheath gave a little jolt at the sight of fake-Morty's terror, and he felt a
reluctant sort of lust mingle shamefully with his revulsion. "Shut down!" he
cried, shutting his eyes tightly. Tentatively, he reached up and pulled the
helmet off.
"Well, well, well," a voice drawled languidly from behind where Morty sat
shaking on the floor, "W-what do we ha-UURP-ave here?"
***** Event Horizon *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Morty didn't think he could feel worse, but he was mistaken. He felt like a
rabbit in the presence of the wolf. So he stayed perfectly still on the floor,
a slight tremor running through him, and said nothing. Even so, he stole a
fearful glance over his shoulder, and saw Rick leaning a little against the
door frame, a big shit eating grin on his face. 
"Jeez, Morty, y'know, just m-make... make yourself at home." Grin widening, he
strode over to empty random bits from his pockets to a shelf. His back was
turned to Morty as he fished around in the last of his many pockets. "Y-y'like
my new invention, Morty?" he asked innocently. Morty just blushed more, holding
the helmet of the thing over himself, hiding his sheathed cock.
"R-R-Rick I'm sorry I don't know-" Morty's words came out in an incoherent
rush, but Rick silenced him with an impatient sound. He came over to where the
boy sat on the floor, looking so small and pitiful. He crouched in front of
Morty, who shied away from the tall man, cringing in on himself.
"I don't think you know quite how... Just quite what this thing caUURP- can do
Morty." Rick said, smirking down at him with a conspiratorial sort of look in
his eyes. His eyes gleamed and flashed down at him, and Morty suddenly felt
very small. His skinny legs seemed even slimmer than normal, and was Rick
really always so... tall? His presence flooded the room and set Morty trembling
with the electric intensity of it. Surely, he thought, his heart was about to
beat right out of his chest. Rick reached a spidery hand towards Morty, staring
right at him with that grin. Morty found he couldn't look Rick in the face, and
stared hard at the floor. Rick's hand moved past the helmet, between Morty's
legs, and something clicked quietly on the sheath around his cock. 
The sheath came to life once more from whatever Rick had done, rhythmically
pulsating up and down his cock. It squeezed up and down the length of him,
pouring out slick liquid, vibrating a little. Morty felt his whole body shiver
with the pleasure of it, the fear and embarassment he felt towards Rick
combined with the pleasure, so he felt dizzy and far away. He let out a little
gasping sound of pleasure, leaning against the side of the cot for support as
his legs turned to rubber. Rick's eyes focused even more sharply on Morty's
face from the sound, he looked hungry as Morty tried to stifle his reactions,
hands coming up to cover his face. 
Without warning, Morty felt Rick's powerful hand reach out and close around his
throat. Shocked, he looked at Rick then, just for a moment. The raw lust in his
eyes made Morty's heart freeze for a moment, he hid his face and couldn't look
back, the emotion in his grandpa's was too intense. Rick squeezed then, just as
Morty could feel his orgasm building heavily, a heat gathering in his belly and
groin, spreading across his face. Rick was pressing very tightly against the
vein that supplied blood to Morty's brain. The dizziness increased and spun the
world, and he brought up two hands to try and pry Rick's fingers loose. They
stayed on like iron, never budging, his eyes never leaving Morty's panicked
face. Just as black spots began to dance their way across his vision, Morty's
orgasm overflowed, and he cried out with the force of it. Immediately Rick
brought his other hand up to clamp tightly over Morty's mouth, muffling his
moans of ecstasy. The boy's small hands clutched onto Rick's larger ones as he
bucked with pleasure. Morty was only dimly aware of this, his eyes shut, body
pumping loads of semen into the device. He could hardly feel his body at all as
his mind drifted away on wave after wave of pleasure. 
When he had gone limp and quiet, Rick removed his hand from the little boy's
mouth and pressed the button he had before on the device. It went still, and
Rick drew it off of Morty's cock, tossing it to the side as liquid spilled onto
the floor. Then, he drew Morty in towards him, enveloping him, letting him
float and twitch out the last of his orgasm laying peacefully against Rick's
body. The two sat like this for a long while until Morty came back to full
awareness. Rick could feel it in the way Morty began to tense again. And Rick
was tense too. The full gravity of what had just occurred began to settle on
them both, and Rick was the first to break the contact. He stood, pulling Morty
off of him, and turned to rummage around some drawers. He came back over,
tossing a tube of Turbulent Juice at Morty on his way to the door.
"C-Clean up, Morty, Jesus." He wouldn't look at Morty at all now. "And d-don't
fucking mess around in my room." He looked like he wanted to say more, and
stood for a moment clenching his fists before striding out of the room, leaving
a bewildered Morty to clean up the mess.
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After that, Morty didn't see Rick again for weeks. No one did. His parents
passed uncomfortable looks back and forth at the dinner table, his mom assuring
everyone he'd turn up soon, eyes red-rimmed and tearful. Morty went to school
more than he had all year in those weeks. Every day when he walked the halls,
he expected Rick to appear suddenly out of nowhere, grab him by the arm, and
haul him off on some adventure like nothing had ever happened. He didn't. 
One night, after a particularly bad day at school, with his family gone or
oblivious, Morty shuffled his way into Rick's room. He kicked sullenly at a
stack of papers on the floor, knocking it over. Maybe Rick would sense it
somehow and come home to tell Morty what a pussy he was. The room was dark and
silent, and empty. 
Morty sat down on Rick's bed with a sigh. The device lay where he had put it,
after, tucked neatly beneath the cot. Morty hadn't really allowed himself to
think too much about the incident; whenever his mind fluttered over it he felt
piercing anxiety and shame, and quickly found something else to distract
himself. Sitting here now, the memory of it came rushing back, fragments
battering at him like dark wings. The green glow of the device, seeing himself
sobbing on the bed, Rick's grinning face leaning closer. He rubbed at his chest
uncomfortably, hating the way his heart sped from the memory. 
Morty looked over towards the corner that had held Rick's scotch. The bag was
gone, the only evidence that Rick had been around since that night. Morty
wondered where Rick was right at this moment. Probably getting smashed
somewhere, having sex and blowing tonnes of money. The scotch would be long
gone by now, he imagined.
He lay back on the cot, hands smoothing out over the thin blanket, head turning
in towards the flat pillow. Rick's scent permeated the room, but it was
especially strong here, mixing with the sharp scent of alcohol and musky sweat.
It made Morty think again of Rick leaning in to him, his face looming over him
as his hand tightened mercilessly... Morty's cock twinged in spite of himself,
and he curled up in the fetal position, hating himself. He lay there for a long
while, breathing in Rick's scent and touching himself lightly through the cloth
of his pants, until he fell asleep. 
He dreamed. He dreamed that Rick was chasing him through a jumbled mixture of
his house and school, but every door he opened led to his bedroom. Morty kept
running through endless school hallways, Rick just a few steps behind him,
shadowed and sinister. Eventually, Morty was driven down a hallway ending in a
door, Rick close on his heels. He was forced to open it, knowing it led only to
his bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, pressing his back into it as
it rocked and shook violently with the force of Rick slamming into it
repeatedly. After a moment, the slamming ceased, and Morty slid to the floor,
tears streaming down his face. The room was dark and silent, but through a haze
of tears he noticed a green glow coming from beneath his bed. It hypnotized
him, drawing him forward, the threat of Rick bursting in forgotten. He inched
forwards on hands and knees, peering at the soft green glow. As he moved his
blanket aside to see better, he realized the glow came from Rick's eyes, a
predatory reflection used for seeing in the dark. Rick lay stretched out
beneath his bed, grinning wildly, and Morty scrambled backwards with a scream.
Suddenly, Rick wasn't beneath the bed at all- he was standing in front of
Morty, stumbling forward drunkenly. Still grinning, he seized Morty up by the
throat with one hand until his feet dangled and kicked vainly, lifting him up
off the ground so Morty could not even scream. Morty watched the green glow in
his crazed eyes brighten, just as blackness ate away the edges of his vision,
until he saw nothing but a haze of green shimmering in the darkness.
 
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Bright green light flooded into the room where Morty slept, suffusing it with
an unearthly glow for a few seconds as Rick came stumbling in. Clothes
wrinkled, dirty, and stained, stinking of alcohol and sex and alien things, he
swayed in place for a moment as the portal closed behind him, hand darting out,
grabbing a wall to steady himself. He had been on quite the bender, and had
come home to sleep, finally, having spent more than he cared to already. 
Rick blinked at the small form of Morty, asleep and oblivious on his cot. The
boy was so small, he hardly took up any space on the already conservatively
sized bed. All the emotions that Rick had been trying to bury came flooding
back at the sight of him there, and he scowled. Fucking Morty. It wasn't right
that such an insignificant little dipshit like him should be driving Rick so
crazy. His heart gave a sick lurch of desire and possessiveness when he thought
about how Morty had looked last time he saw him- so frightened, so shocked,
until his eyes slowly filled to bursting with the pleasure Rick had shared with
the boy. Rick's cock gave a halfhearted twinge, an incredible feat after all
he'd been doing the past few weeks. Fucking Morty, he thought again. 
With a sigh, Rick sat on the cot, expecting Morty to wake from it, but he
didn't, so deeply asleep was he. The boy mumbled and twitched in his sleep,
seeming to be having a bad dream of some sort. His arm waved out weakly for a
moment before falling limply back to the bed. Rick shook his head, Morty was
such a weak little pansy, but he tried. Not allowing himself to think too much,
Rick stretched out on the cot beside Morty. He drew the boy in close, bodies
pressing snugly against one another, folding Morty into the fabric of his
labcoat, holding on to him as he trembled. Morty squirmed and made a small
sound of protest as Rick drew him in, but Rick held firm, and Morty soon
quieted, sighing and snuggling in unconsciously against Rick. The older man
curled around him, big spoon, resting his face on the top of Morty's downy
hair, breathing in the sweet smell of it. 
Rick's cock was hardening more rapidly now, the sweet soap smell of the boy
triggering an immediate response. Fuck... he thought absently, already feeling
himself going off the edge, past the point of stopping. His hand slid it's way
across Morty's smooth chest, over his stomach, moving down between his legs.
The boy was already at half mast, some unconscious response to Rick's presence.
Rick massaged him through the soft cloth of his pajamas, feeling as Morty's
cock rose stiffly. Wanting more, Rick pulled impatiently at Morty's pants,
releasing his cock and wrapping a hand around the shaft. He stroked it slowly
up and down, spreading precum across the head just as Morty began to stir. 
He came awake slowly, blinking sleep from his eyes in a daze. Morty made a
confused little mumble, hands reaching down to where Rick was stroking him. "R-
Rick..." he whispered, "Don't..." Morty's breath came in shallow little gasps
now, and Rick didn't respond to him at all, other than to increase his pace a
little. Morty tried to sit up, to move away, but Rick put his arm around the
boy's chest, holding him tight against Rick's wiry frame. His legs kicked out
ineffectively, and Rick easily controlled them by locking them with his own. He
steadily increased the pace of his hand on Morty's cock as the boy struggled,
his own rock-hard and pressing noticeably against Morty's bottom. 
As he stroked, Rick began grinding himself against Morty from behind, but the
angle was bad and frustratingly light. He let out an annoyed little growl
before sitting up, hauling Morty with him and flipping him unceremoniously
over, so he was laying face down on the cot. Rick loomed above the boy, strong
hands flashing out to pin Morty's head down and grab his arms, rendering him
immobile and helpless in a span of three seconds. Morty barely had time to
process it before Rick was grinding against his ass from behind, pajama pants
slipping down bit by bit. The rough material of Rick's pants rubbed harshly
against Morty's soft skin, and he flattened himself in an attempt to escape the
pressing mass of Rick's cock, but Rick followed him down, zipper digging into
Morty's ass, and he cried out in pain and protest.
"Rick!" he mumbled hoarsely, muffled as half his face was pressed roughly into
the bed. "T-That hurts..." Tears welled a little in Morty's eyes as the
intensity of the situation crashed over him, feeling totally helpless as Rick
ground a few more times into him, seeming to not have heard Morty's quiet
protests. 
Rick released the pressure on Morty's head and straightened up, allowing Morty
to get a full breath of air. "Jeez Morty, y-you don't have to get all weepy
about it..." He curved down towards Morty and grinned wickedly as he whispered
in the boy's ear. His breath was hot and strong, and Morty noticed he was
breathing heavily as the air tickled his ear's sensitive edge. There was a soft
clink as Rick undid his belt, then his zipper, sliding out of his pants with
practiced ease, never releasing his grip where he held Morty's arms pinned
together. He slid the soft smoothness of his length against Morty's now fully
exposed ass, and whispered, "Is that better?" 
Morty had squeezed his eyes shut, as if he could just will the situation away.
He didn't answer Rick, he couldn't. Rick continued to rub himself slowly up and
down the curve of Morty's ass, and Morty felt his cock twitch and throb at the
feeling. A little sound escaped his lips, and he pressed his face into the bed
in embarassment. Rick noticed, and his eyes flashed with amusement. Suddenly
impatient, he released Morty's arms, gripping his cock and guiding it to the
boy's tight entrance. Morty felt a surge of fear and indignation, and tried to
get away, but Rick's big hand came down on his shoulder. "D-Don't even fucking
think about it." Rick growled from behind him, and Morty glanced back to see
the rage and hunger that lay nakedly in Rick's eyes. The sight of it pierced
him with lightning fear, and he remembered all the times he'd seen Rick be
violent, crazed, sociopathic... Morty trembled and turned away, burying his
face into Rick's pillow, trying to remember how just hours earlier the scent of
it had been such a comfort to him.
Rick pressed the tip of his cock against Morty's entrance, guiding the boy back
against it with a hand on his shoulder. Morty cried out, voice cracking in a
desperate whisper of pain. Rick relished the little punctuation of his cries,
all feeding the fire in him, hardening his cock, urging him to stab into the
boy over and over until there was nothing left of him. He pressed forward, soft
skin bending and enveloping the tip of him, sliding over with velvet wetness.
He groaned low as the head popped into place, pausing to allow Morty a moment's
rest to adjust, to make room for Rick. The boy writhed beneath him, hands
balling up fistfuls of fabric and twisting in pain and frustration. "Yesss..."
Rick hissed as he inched deeper, bringing an arm up and around Morty's neck in
a choking headlock. Morty knew what to expect this time, and even though Rick's
arm curled around him gently, lovingly, he knew what it meant and panicked. His
fear made his entire body tense, and his already tight ass squeezed deliciously
against Rick's cock. 
Morty put up hands, small fingers trying to brace against Rick's bicep where it
pressed into his throat. "No..." He moaned weakly, tears running down to where
Rick could feel them dampen his arm. Rick hushed him with a sighing shh in
Morty's ear, tightening his lock as he exhaled softly. Extreme pressure bore
down on Morty's throat, immediate and frightening, his panic surging as he was
suddenly unable to draw breath. He tried to form words to beg Rick to stop, but
he had no air, he couldn't get them out. Rick began to pump Morty's ass softly
then, sliding slowly in and out as he fucked the boy, bicep taut and clenched
around Morty's thin kneck. Morty's vision began to dim, and he felt far away,
the pain of being fucked for the first time slowly receding. He sagged forward,
body going slack as he passed out.
Rick felt the change as it happened, the tension draining out of Morty's body
as he lapsed into unconciousness. Rick immediately released his hold, letting
the boy fall forward limply into the sheets. He cupped Morty's delicate ass
with both hands, and relished the look of his cock buried deep into it. How
long had he wanted to do this? It was so much better, in reality, than even he
had managed with VR. "Fffffuck..." he groaned, and placed a hand roughly on
Morty's head to brace himself as he picked up the pace. The silent room was
filled with a soft, wet slapping sound as he fucked the boy roughly. Morty was
just coming to again, limbs twitching in confusion, mind not yet caught up with
his predicament. He tried to rise up, but Rick's weight was already on him,
pinning him completely as the older man pounded into him over and over. Morty
let out a long shakey sob, the pain was intense and piercing, but as Rick
reached so deeply inside of him, there were waves of pleasure lapping at him
too, confusing, and mingling with the pain exquisitely. Morty felt so small,
insignificant, a vessel for Rick's pleasure, and he felt something loosening
inside of him. Some tightly wound ball of anxiety, shame, and inadequacy just
broke inside of him as the pain scoured it away, dissolving it as his tears
flowed and washed it away. He cried quietly, feeling the tension and self
loathing that had been growing inside him for as long as he could remember flow
out of him in wave after wave, perfectly in time with each stroke of Rick's
cock. It was quite fast now, the lewd wap-wap-wap of it seemed like the loudest
thing in the world, and then Rick was groaning, his rhythm breaking as he
jerked and thrust. Morty felt hot liquid where it squeezed out around Rick's
cock, running down his legs and dripping onto the bed. Rick collapsed forward,
moving his hand off Morty's head to brace himself above the boy, panting
heavily. He leaned forward and bit Morty's neck lightly a few times, before
rolling onto his side, cock pulling free and allowing more cum to spill out. 
Morty still shook with a few quiet sobs, and Rick pulled him close, hugging him
tightly and rocking slightly, not saying anything as Morty cried himself out,
his hiccuping sobs dying away into sniffles, and then into silence. They lay
close for a long while, until Rick stood and pulled his pants back on. He
turned to Morty, having grabbed a towel from somewhere in the room, and wiped
at the sticky, drying cum, cleaning it away with deft hands. He pulled Morty's
pjs back up, and lifted him. Morty's legs shook and trembled and he wasn't sure
they would hold his weight, but it didn't matter because Rick was carrying him,
out into the hallway. Morty buried his face into his grandpa's shoulder,
embarrassed to be coddled, fearful someone would see. He felt certain the would
just know what had happened if they saw him. No one came out into the hall as
Rick carried Morty over to his bedroom, laying Morty down and pulling the
blankets up over his slight frame.
He lay a hand on Morty's forehead for a moment before running it up and through
his hair, brushing the sweat soaked locks away from Morty's forehead. He had
that same strange scowl on his face that he had last time, like he couldn't
think of exactly what he wanted to say. "You're a good kid, Morty." he said
finally, after a long silence. Morty felt completely drained, like a wash cloth
completely wrung of water, and he could only blink sleepily at the tall figure
beside his bed. He fell asleep right there, with Rick's hand still resting on
his head in soft counterpoint to his earlier roughness. Internally, Rick was
swearing up and down at himself, and he drew out his flask as Morty's eyes
closed, taking a generous swig before turning and walking out, shutting the
door silently behind him. 
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Morty woke the next morning late in the afternoon. He had slept deeply and
completely, never waking up anxiously from sounds as he often did. He felt
refreshed, but the world had a distant, not-quite-real feel to it, like he was
watching someone else living his life from far away. He lay in bed for a long
while, savouring the floating empty feeling, such an improvement from the usual
soul-crushing anxiety. As he moved to get up, he felt a soreness right in his
bottom and he made a small pained noise. That made him notice how scratchy and
raw his voice sounded, and he coughed a little in an attempt to clear it.
His hand went to gingerly touch around his butt, exploring the soreness of it,
pressing delicately with the tips of his fingers. Images of the night before
flashed at him unbidden, mostly involving the look on Rick's face, but he
dispelled them by focusing on the surreal feeing, hand clutching his forehead
as he wobbled a little. Morty felt unusually weak, almost dizzy, and resolved
to go downstairs to find something to eat. What if Rick is downstairs? his mind
asked with sudden fear. He gave his head a rough shake, trying to dislodge the
thought, admonishing himself for being such a pussy about the whole thing. Rick
lived here, Morty was bound to run into him sometime. 
He grabbed some cereal from the kitchen and wandered into the living room with
it, feeling his heart pulsing in his throat, to where Rick and Summer sat on
the couch watching an episode of Ball Fondlers. Morty watched from behind the
couch for awhile, smiling a little. Rick was sipping a beer, not looking at him
at all, even when he came around to stand to the side where he could glance
over. Morty kept his gaze on the tv as much as possible, not wanting to be
caught staring at Rick. He chuckled awkwardly in response to something on the
show, his voice still scratchy, and tried to make a joke about it, shooting
Rick an anxious smile. Rick's eyes flicked lazily over to Morty for a second,
but he didn't speak, and after a moment's stare, turned his attention back to
the tv, looking bored as he took a long sip of beer.
"What's wrong with your voice?" Summer asked loudly from her place on the
couch, not looking up from her phone. Morty felt embarassing shame flood over
him quite suddenly, and fidgeted for a moment before slinking off, depositing
the half eaten cereal in the sink and hurrying back to his room. Rick and
Summer didn't even look at him as he left, and Morty wiped angrily at the sting
of tears in his eyes. Why did Rick always have to be such an asshole? Even as
he thought it, more embarassment rushed in. He sounded like a little girl. He
rushed upstairs and closed his bedroom door with a click before turning and
flopping down on the bed. His head was spinning as the memory of the previous
night came to him in the silence of his room, and he felt his cock stiffen
beneath him. You're fucking disgusting, his mind informed him quietly.
Morty couldn't really believe what had happened. He had woken up with Rick's
cold hands on his cock, the older man's long lanky body pressed tightly against
him, holding him firmly in place. The memory of it gave Morty a thrill, but
also made him nauseous. How long had Rick thought of Morty that way? Did all
Ricks do this to their Mortys? Part of him wanted to be outraged by the
sickness of it, but another part silently pointed out his rapidly hardening
boner, reacting to the memory, and he felt the shame again. He couldn't tell
anyone- he really didn't want Rick to get into trouble- and he was too
embarrassed by his own reaction anyway. Something deep inside him felt that if
he told someone, they'd know that he hadn't really hated it. Why hadn't he
yelled or fought, unless he had, on some level, liked it? He gave a few half
hearted thrusts, humping the bed, feeling disgusting and frustrated and
desperate all at once. Morty stood and stripped quietly, laying back down on
the bed, sliding his palm down the length of his shaft, grasping his balls, and
hissed in frustration. What kind of person was Rick for doing what he'd done to
Morty, and what kind of person was Morty for liking it?
He must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes again, the room was
dark. He'd woken up with a jolt of panic, but looking around the silent, pitch
black room, he couldn't figure out what had woken him. As he settled into the
silence, he felt a silent scream building in his stomach, trying to crawl it's
way out his throat. He was always alone. The house was like a dead thing,
somehow he lived with four other people, but he truly believed living alone
would have been better. Would have felt better. Rick was just going to do his
usual thing and pretend like nothing had ever happened. Morty dug his fists
into his head, twisting, welcoming the unpleasant pain as a way to detract from
the all-encompassing desperation and loneliness that had filled his entire
being for as long as he could remember. That desperation floated like bile in
the back of his throat until he rose, a heavy blanket of surreality settling
over everything like snow. The world became a dream, and he watched himself
walk downstairs, turning down the hall towards Rick's garage. Light filtered
out dimly through the bottom of the door. 
Morty watched himself open the garage door and step inside. Rick was at his
usual spot, the workbench, back arched over like some big cat. He was soldering
some delicate piece of electronics, held underneath a magnifying apparatus. He
didn't look up from his work, little wisps of smoke coiling around the lens and
trailing away through Rick's wispy hair. Beneath the burning soldering smell,
the room hung heavy with the scent of whisky and stale sweat. Morty flashed on
the memory of burying himself into Rick's pillow, trying to wrap the old man's
scent around himself like a security blanket. 
"Hey, Rick." He heard himself say, still observing the whole scene from far
above. Rick remained silent, but Morty noticed a slight tremor running through
his grandpa's arms, arms that were always perfectly steady whenever he was
working on something. The flat, hollow sound of his own voice surprised Morty
as he listened to himself say, "So we're just pretending nothing happened?" The
words floated like a giant, dead thing in the still air, and Rick went rigid,
ceasing his work. Very slowly, very carefully, he placed the iron back into
it's dock, still facing away from Morty.
It felt like an eternity had passed between them before Rick's voice came, low
and rough, "Y-Yeah. That's what we're doing." Morty felt his hands clench into
fists. He walked through life like some pathetic ghost, too unremarkable in
every way to be much noticed by anyone. Going on adventures with Rick had been
the first thing in his whole life that made him feel as if he actually
mattered, as if he had anything to contribute to the world. Not only that, it
made him feel special. Even with all the other Ricks and Mortys, no one else on
his Earth got to be his Rick's sidekick. Then, last night, Rick had reached
inside Morty, so unexpectedly, and touched on something Morty hadn't even known
existed, something he still didn't come close to understanding. Whatever it was
had brought him to life, had brushed away the fear and depression like they
were nothing, in ways the medicine never had. In ways he had never thought
possible. He couldn't go back to how things were. He especially couldn't handle
Rick ignoring him, becoming invisible to the one person in Morty's life who
might hold the key to his sanity, and enjoyment of life.
"I-I could... T-Tell Mom... About wh-what happened." he stuttered out, settling
back into his body with the familiar throbbing anxiety all around. His throat
felt tight with the implication, a bluff, as he had no desire to truly get Rick
in trouble over this, but he needed some sort of leverage to even get Rick to
look at him. Tears welled threateningly in the corners of his eyes as he
watched Rick shake, spidery hands compulsively grasping and releasing the edge
of the table. With sudden ferocity, Rick rounded on the boy, bloodshot eyes
glaring down at him with barely concealed rage.
"Yeah?" he growled coldly, "Is that what you could do?" His jaw was working
back and forth, clenching violently as he stared down at Morty, "And, how do
you think that's going to go for you Morty? D-d-d'you really think Beth is just
gunna kick me out, after everything she's already put up with? Let me tell you
something Morty- your mom's almost at the end of her rope. Y-You wanna go tell
her, be my guest. But don't- don't think you can come crying to Grandpa when
mommy chugs a box of wine and slits her wrists in the bathtub." Rick's eyes
flashed malevolently down at Morty, chest heaving with the force of his anger,
as tears overflowed and slid down the boy's pale cheeks. 
Rick rolled his eyes when Morty said nothing, body tense and unmoving as he
tried to control the tears. A little hiccup escaped out of his clenched lips,
and he scowled at the audible display of weakness. Rick shifted his weight,
face settling back into its usual mask of boredom, and he glanced at Morty out
of the corner of his eye. "Y'know what Morty, why don't you tell me why you
really came down here tonight? 'Cause I really fucking doubt it was just to
inform me you'd be telling Beth what happened." In a few short strides, Rick
had closed the distance between them, reaching a hand out to shove Morty
roughly on the shoulder. "Huh?" he goaded, Morty still rigid, fists clenched
trembling at his sides, gaze fixed pointedly on the floor. "HUH?" Rick growled,
and suddenly Morty was up against the wall, Rick's right arm pressed
horizontally against his slender throat, his other hand pinning Morty's right
wrist roughly, high against the wall. Morty let out a strangled gasp, Rick's
pale forearm grinding painfully into the soft flesh of his throat. He panicked
and struggled, turning his face to the side and shutting his eyes tightly so he
wouldn't have to look at Rick. Morty felt his face flush, red and hot, but not
entirely because of the lack of oxygen. 
Rick leaned in close, loosening the pressure on his throat just a little. Morty
could feel the crackling energy burning the cheek that faced towards Rick, as
if he were a barely contained inferno. The stale whisky smell wafted around him
and infiltrated his nose even though he was quite certain he'd stopped
breathing. Rick let out a low chuckle as he surveyed the boy's terror and
weakness, and without warning he opened his mouth wide and licked a long wet
line up Morty's face, from neck, to cheek, to ear. He breathed another amused
sound into Morty's ear as the boy began to tremble in earnest, hot breath
tickling the sensitive skin, and bit down savagely on his earlobe, producing a
small pained gasp from the boy's throat. 
Rick moved back abruptly, removing the arm pinning Morty's throat and using his
grasp on Morty's slender wrist to effortlessly overbalance the boy, tossing him
to the hard concrete floor. Morty landed roughly, feeling light headed as he
tried to sit back up. Rick loomed over him, hands unbuckling his belt, glaring
malevolently down at him as if from a great height. Morty felt a hot tickle and
reached a hand up to his ear, fingers coming away bloody. The ear throbbed
painfully, it would surely be a noticeable mark with Morty's short brown hair.
The dull slither of leather on cloth made Morty look up sharply as Rick slid
his belt out from his pant loops. "Y-You want to threaten me, Morty?" he asked
quietly, eyebrow raised questioningly as he held the belt in both hands. There
was only the barest of moments for Morty's brain to try and think of a response
that would save him, when Rick looped the belt back through it's clasp and
slipped it over Morty's head, cinching it tight around the pale, soft flesh. He
gave a vicious pull, producing a pressure unlike Morty had ever experienced
before. The cold metal clasp dug painfully into his throat as his air supply
was suddenly and totally cut off, terror spiking, blackness eating at the
corners of his vision with a terrifying speed. He tried to choke out a cry, to
beg Rick to stop, anything, but nothing came out, nothing could make it past
that terrible choking pressure on his throat. Rick stared down at him with
naked rage and hunger, muttering out angry little taunts Morty scarcely could
hear. His lungs burned, and just as it became unbearable, he floated away into
unconciousness. 
When he woke, it was with great difficulty and confusion. He came back into his
body slowly, from far away, and noticed things one at a time. His cheek was
cold. He was upside down, compared to before when he'd been looking up at Rick.
His face was down, pressed into the icy concrete, and his pants were down
around his knees. His ass was up in the air, and the world was vibrating
strangely, rhythmically, over and over. Feeling rushed back into his body like
someone turning up the volume on a tv, and he felt a piercing pain as Rick
rutted uncaringly into his already sore ass. He was making low noises in time
with each thrust, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Morty's cheeks, thick
cock pounding into Morty's tender hole mercilessly. "Riiiiiick...!" It was half
scream and half moan, his ass felt like it was on fire, but Morty knew Rick
wouldn't care, that nothing could make it stop. Hot tears flowed and dripped
messily down his nose to darken the concrete beneath. 
"Y-You think I give a shit if you tell someone, Morty?" Rick asked breathlessly
between thrusts, "I. Dont. Give. A. Fuck!" He punctuated each word with an
especially hard thrust, and Morty yelped at the height of each, beginning to
cry in earnest. He sobbed, loud shaking wails that echoed around the bare
garage, while Rick continued to slam into him. "Y-You think anyone's gunna
come?" He asked, grabbing onto the length of belt, still wrapped tightly around
Morty's neck, lifting the boy up in a painful contortion. "Go on, call for
help." When Morty just sobbed more, insensible, Rick let out a snarl and
smashed the boy's head down into the concrete, leaving behind a little spatter
of blood as Morty's head swam with light and color and the world threatened to
go black again. "Scream!" Rick hissed into his ear.
"HEEEELLLLLP!" Morty choked out a rough cry, the word trailing off into more
hiccuping sobs, then nothing, as silence settled back into the world, broken
only by the wet slapping of Rick's cock into his ass, apparently unmoved by his
request. Rick let him stew in that silence for a few minutes as he fucked the
boy, fingernails digging roughly where he held Morty's hips, until he drew a
hand back to slap the boy's rump, causing him to yelp in surprise. He thrust
his full length into the boy, pausing there, filling him completely. He pulled
tightly on the belt again, until Morty lifted and strained to get away from the
awful pressure, lifting up until he was bowed backwards against Rick's arching
body.
"No-one is fucking coming Morty. No-one is going to stop this from happening."
He pushed the boy forward with a rough hand, maintaining the pull of the belt,
and the pressure clamped down with an air of terrible finality. Morty kicked
and struggled vainly, an animal in a trap, no more logical thought coming from
his brain beyond getting away from that pain. He bucked, but his inherently
feeble protests became swiftly weaker. Just before he slipped again into
oblivion, Rick let go of the belt entirely. Morty fell forward with a lurching
disorientation, hands coming up instinctively to prevent his face from meeting
the ground a second time. Blood ran with tears and dripped down into the little
pool beneath his face. Rick was grasping frantically onto Morty's hips now,
pace suddenly doubling, nearly lifting Morty's bottom half off the ground as he
pistoned into the boy, pace speeding and speeding until it tripped over itself,
losing rhythm, and then Rick was moaning, head thrown back as he pumped his
load into Morty's ass. The hot liquid stung and soothed simultaneously, the
dryness suddenly alleviated, but nothing could be done for the damage already
caused. Cum bubbled up around Rick's still buried cock, flowing around him and
down Morty's balls, trailing a line of thick liquid down his half-hard cock.
More dripped sloppily onto the floor as Rick removed himself with a groan,
pooling on the ground in a pinkish-white puddle. 
Morty collapsed trembling on the ground, still in shock, unable to lift himself
as Rick zipped up his pants. Rick's movements were slow and non-threatening as
he moved towards Morty, slipping the belt over his head and tossing it away to
one side. He wasn't even crying anymore as Rick lifted him up into a sitting
position, silently drawing him in for a hug. Morty felt the embrace rattle his
barely maintained composure, like a spider sensing vibration along a strand of
silk. He bit his lip, pain helping to focus him, while Rick petted his hair and
rubbed his back in a way he supposed was meant to be comforting. The tears
wavered just below the surface at these tender touches, threatening to break
over, when Rick asked quietly, "What did you learn?" and Morty felt himself
break again, face crumpling into a blubbering mess, tears flowing freely as he
shook.
"N-N-Not to th-th-threaten you R-Rick." He choked out through raking sobs,
voice drawn and thin as he wept. "I-I'm s-s-s-soree-ee-eee...!" he wailed, and
Rick hugged him tighter, encircling Morty with his own body, sitting with knees
on either side of the boy as Morty snuggled deeply into Rick's chest. Rick
stroked the boy's hair as he wept, crooning soft little "I know, I knows", and
"Shhh, it's okays". Rick held him until he had quieted completely, standing up
slowly and taking Morty's hand to lift him up along with him. Morty teetered a
bit, pants around his ankles. Rick grasped the boy on the side of the head,
other hand wiping roughly at the forehead scrape that was bleeding prolifically
for how small it was. "Good boy." he whispered, looking into Morty's face,
bloody, tear-streaked. His throat was a mass of bruises, already darkly purple,
and an annoying sliver of worry disturbed Rick's utter satisfaction as he
wondered how Beth and Jerry would react to the wounds. 
"Stay." He commanded, walking over to the metal shelf and producing a small
syringe from a paper filing box. He strode back over to where Morty stood,
shivering and leaking all down his legs, jabbing the silvery needle into
Morty's bare ass. The boy hardly jumped at all from it, obviously still in
shock, as Rick quickly depressed the plunger and removed the needle. "For
healing." He explained roughly, bending down to pull up Morty's pants for him.
The boy took over with trembling hands, not daring to look at Rick, who was
already moving back to his workbench. He settled down in his swivel seat,
picking up the soldering iron in deft and unwavering fingers. "Y-You can go
now. Take a shower, clean that blood off you." he informed Morty unemotionally,
who shuffled like a zombie to the garage door, shutting it quietly behind him. 
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Morty drifted as if on a cloud for the next few days. He hardly even remembered
shuffling upstairs, showering, and falling into his bed. He did remember
standing in front of the bathroom mirror, turning his face this way and that to
observe the blooming purple discolouration spreading slowly across his throat
and face. The rough cut on his forehead had stopped bleeding, looking small and
neat, innocent of the mess that has ruined his shirt and stained the garage
floor. His neck was by far the most startling, bruises running to blackish
purple in a thick line around his throat, bloody red dots outlining the metal
buckle of Rick's belt where it had cut into him. He had shivered at the thought
of it and hopped quickly into the steaming water.
When he awoke the next day, however, mind racing with excuses and how he might
avoid his parents and Summer, a quick glance in the mirror had revealed an
unblemished expanse of creamy white skin, his neck completely devoid of any
marking. The cut on his forehead was also gone, and with a slow surprise he
realized that movement had caused him no pain, where as every step last night
had been tentative and exhausting. His hand felt uncertainly at his bottom, but
no reaction came. Morty thought with some annoyance that he shouldn't be so
surprised, remembering that Rick had injected him last night at the end of it
all, For healing, he'd said. Even with his arrogance and threats last night,
Morty absoultly preferred his Mom and Dad to know nothing of what went on
between him and his grandpa. They barely approved of the two's adventures as it
was, and they didn't even know the half of those. But, he thought anxiously,
Rick's rebuttal to his threat last night smacked of something like truth, and
Morty had no plans whatsoever to reveal these events to his mother. If his
mother couldn't be trusted to handle it, Jerry was completely out of the
question. 
Morty got dressed, and just as he was opening the door to his room, he heard
the stomping of feet and the swishing of fabric that meant Rick was coming
quickly up the stairs. Morty stood straighter, almost at attention, pausing in
the doorway as Rick came down the hall, wondering if he would be needed for
something. "Morty," Rick burped and cleared his throat before continuing,
"You're finally up." He grabbed the boy roughly by the elbow, "C'mon, w-we're
late." His other hand fished inside his coat for the portal gun, eyes fixed on
Morty as he fired it, an ambient green light filling the dim hallway. Rick
seemed to be inspecting Morty, roaming over his face and body- he even turned
Morty around with his grip on the boy's elbow. "Worked good." he grunted, half
to himself. Rick seemed lost in thought for a moment before he came back to
himself, remembering whatever errand he was about to take Morty on. "Let's go."
he said, and pulled Morty through the portal. Morty was limp and pliant for the
entire inspection, still feeling cloudy and distant, although there was still a
familiar stab of embarassment as Rick had looked him over, reminding him of
what had happened.
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The pair spilled in through a portal to the garage some time later, Rick
pulling a stumbling Morty behind him just as they'd left. Now, however, the
boy's left sleeve was on fire, and Rick noticed it with an impatient tsk,
beating at the flame with the cuff of his own fire-resistant lab coat. Morty
had that deer-in-the-headlights look on his face, Rick noticed, as the flames
finally went out, but when their eyes met Morty's mouth twitched up at the
corners into an awkward smile. He knew that if the monster's flame had hit Rick
instead, the materials they'd gone to collect would've been destroyed. Rick
scowled at the boy before he could even think about it, breaking eye contact as
Morty's face fell and walking over to his desk to set down the flask of bright
green liquid they'd gone to such lengths to obtain. 
Morty was standing awkwardly behind Rick, one arm grasping the other as he
slouched uncomfortably towards the exit. The silence hung thickly, and Morty
turned to sneak away without speaking when Rick said, "Don't." in his rough
voice. Morty froze, turning back to look hesitantly. Rick had his back towards
him, staring blankly at the glowing flask. "D-Don't go anywhere." Rick seemed
to recover his usual demanding demeanour, "I need you to pass me things while
I'm working." He pulled the chair over and began taking things out of drawers
and cupboards and putting them in a pile. Morty stood in place for a minute,
unsure, but eventually padded over to stand at his grandpa's side, watching him
work without comprehending, but dutifully passing him various tools from around
the garage when he knew what they were, Rick barking out a barely
comprehensible explanation when he didn't.
Rick steadily drained his flask when he thought Morty wasn't looking, and then
later even when he was, in addition to having Morty regularly fetch cans of
beer from the fridge. It didn't seem to affect his work at all, only a slight
languid quality to his movements gave away his increasing intoxication. It was
nearly dawn when Rick's inebriation hit critical mass and he clumsily dropped a
screwdriver to the floor, it clattered and rolled beneath the workbench, coming
to a stop in the far dusty reaches. "Get that for me, Morty," Rick's words had
a heaviness to them, bordering on a slur, "Then we're done for tonight." He
leaned back in the chair, head tilting, before the spins corrected him and he
sat back upright. 
Morty had crawled under the table, his flat little boy bottom waving in the air
as he searched among the other fallen items for the screwdriver. Rick watched
him, remembering last night, his eyes flicking unconsciously to the little dark
spot on the floor where Morty had bled. He ground his teeth back and forth,
trying to maintain some level of composure, at the same time as his hand moved,
seemingly of its own accord, to press roughly into his rapidly hardening cock.
Morty must've noticed some change in Rick's breathing, because he turned to
peer back at Rick over his shoulder, still on hands and knees beneath the
table. His eyes widened and mouth opened to a little "o" when he saw Rick
groping himself so openly, and his face flushed dark red while he quickly
scrambled backwards and out of the tiny space. The frantic movement only
reminded Rick of Morty's weak struggles, and his cock throbbed excitedly. 
Morty was fidgeting now, looking longingly at the garage door, dreaming of
escape. Rick's eyes were heavy lidded, alcohol working strongly on him despite
his Herculean tolerance. He was staring directly at Morty, a stark contrast to
his usual avoidance of even looking at the boy. Morty watched him stroke
himself through his pants lazily, without a hint of modesty. With his free
hand, Rick motioned for the boy to come closer, a friendly, childish gesture,
but the look on Rick's face wasn't entirely friendly. Morty gulped visibly,
staring hard at the floor after one accidental glance into Rick's face. It was
true, he was terrified, but he could also feel the blood rushing to his groin,
as much as to his cheeks. He twisted the edge of his shirt nervously, trying to
cover himself, when all he was really doing was drawing Rick's attention to it.
The older man was smirking even as Morty sidled closer, heart thudding. 
Rick's hand darted out as Morty got closer, closing around the boy's thin wrist
like a chain, reeling him the rest of the way. Morty resisted only slightly.
When they were close, Rick drinking in the sight of Morty's blush, his stubborn
refusal to look at Rick's face, the older man reached under his work table to
flip a newly-installed switch, and Morty heard a shunk from the garage door as
some sort of locking mechanism was activated. Rick grinned and grabbed Morty's
hair, sliding his hand along the boy's jaw and gripping the side of his skull.
Morty gasped a little at the pain, as Rick pulled him in close, biting
periodically down Morty's neck, tasting him. Morty gasped at each bite, crying
out in earnest as Rick bared his shoulder and bit down hard.
Rick buried his teeth deep for a long moment, feeling the hunger flow out
through his bite in some perverse reversal of consumption. Then, he drew back,
surveying the red impression of his teeth in a neat little mark on Morty's
shoulder. Satisfaction washed over him in small waves, promising more, but he
closed his eyes and smiled, savouring the little peace. When he opened them
again, Morty had pulled away, inching instinctively away from Rick's grasp. The
old man moved forwards lightning quick and grabbed Morty, one arm around his
middle and the other around his neck once more, but loosely, not choking. Morty
reacted instinctively, hands flying up to get in between Rick's arm and his own
throat. His skinny legs kicked out ineffectually as Rick lifted Morty into his
lap, seeming weightless, enveloping him like spider's prey. 
Rick removed the arm around Morty's neck, and even though he had not squeezed,
the gesture made Morty relax instantly, some tension draining out of him. Then,
he felt Rick's hand on him, fishing down his already opened jeans, gasping as
Rick's icy fingers slid around his painfully hard cock, drawing him out and
releasing him to the air. It relieved some pressure, and Morty sighed as Rick's
hand moved slowly up and down the length of him, squeezing gently at the base,
thumb gently smearing precum around the sensitive head. Morty shivered with the
sensation of it, leaning back comfortably against Rick, his grandpa cradling
his entire form effortlessly. 
The fabric of Morty's jeans was cutting painfully into his legs where it
bunched up, so he raised himself, leaning back into Rick, sliding his pants
down to catch around his ankles. Rick growled at the sight of it, overcome, and
bit Morty again high on the neck, hard enough for the boy to cry out. He could
feel Rick's thick cock pressing into him through his jeans, and wiggled back
against it suggestively. Looking back, he could see through the corner of one
eye that Rick's eyes were closed, a look of fierce concentration on his face as
Morty wiggled purposefully atop him. His grip on Morty's cock increased
suddenly, a nearly painful squeeze that made Morty freeze in place, feeling
vulnerable. 
Rick released him unexpectedly and dug around in an inner pocket, smiling to
himself as he drew forth a small black toy, curved at tapered at the end so it
wouldn't get lost in any orifices. Rick lifted it up so Morty could see it,
turning it this way and that in his slender fingers. Morty recognized it
immediately as something meant to go inside him, and his cock pulsed, mouth
parting slightly as his breathing quickened. Now that the boy was relaxed and
still, Rick released his grip around Morty's middle and grasped his cock again,
slowly stroking it with nearly feverish hands. Quickly and discreetly, he
pressed the toy against Morty's entrance, already more pliable after being
broken in and healed. 
Morty tensed a little at the soft pressure on his entrance, eyebrows knitting
together as Rick increased the pace of his stroke. Without warning, Rick bit
into Morty's neck again as he slipped the toy inside, the thickness of it
sending a jolt of pain through Morty that was at once overpowered by the pain
of Rick's bite. He let out a cry that was more a moan and Rick grinned, teeth
still clamped down, at the sweet sound of it. No one in the house would hear a
thing as long as his new invention was activated. He let his grandson adjust to
the feel of the toy, other hand still working at Morty's cock. 
"Yeah, you like that?" Rick spoke in Morty's ear, startling him. Like this,
with Rick behind him, Morty could almost forget that it was his grandpa doing
these things to him. His hands flew up to cover his blushing face, even though
Rick couldn't see it. "Y-yeah..." Rick grunted as he thrust up against Morty a
little, pressing the toy even deeper into the boy. Morty shivered a little as
he felt it touch that spot inside him, the toy was much smaller than Rick's
cock, not painful at all, and he could feel his orgasm building, tightening
inside of him. "T-Tell me how much you like it." Rick growled from behind him,
breaking his thoughts again. "Tell me." he insisted.
"U-U-Um..." Morty stammered, mind going completely blank as his heart leapt
into his throat. Without waiting for a reply, Rick pressed something on the
base of the toy, and it came to life, vibrating loudly as waves of pleasure
flowed across Morty, electric and intense. It shook against that place inside
him, and he felt his skin growing hot, especially his face, as he began making
lewd little noises, moaning over and over in a rhythm. He felt his orgasm like
a bowstring so tight it was ready to snap. Morty watched down the length of his
own body as Rick's hand pumped him, skillfully, knowing exactly what to do. His
revulsion, his shame, in watching his grandpa's hand on him mixed in, delaying
the finale but prolonging the build up.
Then, just as suddenly, Rick switched the toy off. It hung heavy inside him,
his body completely adjusted to the object, feeling curiously numb after the
rough vibration. Rick released his cock too, it stood erect in the cold air,
begging to be touched. Morty almost mewled, arms reaching out to grab himself,
to catch the massive release that had been so near, but Rick's arm slid over
him like iron, pinning his arms to either side as he bucked in frustration. 
"Tell me." came Rick's low voice. "Tell me how much you like it." 
Morty was silent for just a moment before he began to whisper fervently, like a
prayer. "Please Rick, please. Please. I like it, please..." Over and over
again, until Rick switched the toy back on, hand barely sliding over the boy's
cock before he was bucking, cumming, the hot jet of it flying thickly onto the
table in front of them, and Rick just holding Morty tight against him,
controlling the boy's spasms until they began to fade, and then die away
completely. Morty lay limply against Rick then, utterly spent, panting
heavily. 
They breathed together, in sync, for a long while, until Morty began to stir in
Rick's arms. He turned, and Rick let him, to face Rick. He couldn't make eye
contact, too nervous, but he darted little exploratory glances into Rick's
eyes, then away again, until he noticed a little dot of cum on Rick's cheek.
Morty blushed at his own idea, but pressed onward, leaning his face forward as
Rick looked a little startled, pink tongue darting out to lick away the bit of
cum he had put there. Rick understood after a moment, smiling a little even as
he worked to control the emotion, stuffing it down. He pressed his forehead
against his grandson's, allowing himself one last surge of emotion, before he
gently removed the toy and stood. 
Rick didn't move after that, standing in place after tucking the toy away, as
Morty pulled up his pants and found a rag to clean up with. When the cleaning
was done, Morty turned back to Rick with a smile. Rick was still standing
there, one hand pressing into his temple. "Fuck..." he whispered, strongly and
with feeling, and began searching around in drawers, the search growing more
urgent as Rick trembled and whispered "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." under his breath.
He eventually found a flask of some sort, it looked just like Rick's usual one
but was coloured a dark purple all over. Rick unscrewed it and took a swig, an
odd bitter lemony odour filling the room as soon as the cap came off. When the
flask came back down, Rick teetered so much Morty thought he might fall over,
but he didn't. Hands shaking, he pulled a bag out of the same drawer, poured
some iridescent blue powder out onto a mirror he'd found, and began arranging
it into lines with a bit of metal. He was still swearing to himself as he
finished, setting the metal to one side and pressing both hands into his head
with visible force. 
"R-Rick?" Morty asked timidly from behind, and Rick jumped, eyes wild, looking
back at Morty where he stood with the rag. "A-A-Are you o-"
"Fuck off Morty, you little shit." Rick slurred heavily, waving an arm at the
boy as he turned back to the table. He flipped the switch underneath the table,
unlocking the door to the house, still mumbling out half cooked insults and
obscenities. Morty took two steps backwards, then fled, the harsh sound of Rick
snorting lines chasing him from the room.
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Time passed.
They didn't see Rick much. Morty went back to being invisible, which he was
partially grateful for, because things had been so intense lately, but the few
times Morty did see his grandpa, Rick didn't look so good. His eyes were always
bloodshot, large bags beneath them, sallow cheeks and pale skin. Rick stumbled
around in a daze, and more than once Morty heard him drop something, or bump
into some furniture, slurred profanity echoing through the house.
Mom and Dad went through the usual stages of ignoring it, arguing, silence, and
sometimes even making up before starting the cycle over again. Morty went to
school, ate, slept, and jacked off a lot. No one really spoke to him. He
imagined trying to tell his family what had been happening between him and Rick
countless times, but it always was just an endless fight in his mind, his
parents blaming Rick or one another, until what little family he had crumbled
away into nothing. Morty would lie awake at night, restless, until he
inevitably gave in, reaching a hand down his pants so he could cum and sleep.
His exhausted mind would always start off thinking about Jessica, what she
would look like naked, her mouth sliding up and down his cock. Then, without
fail, Rick would intrude. Standing behind him, laughing at Morty's plain
teenage fantasy. Walking towards him, pinning him, his long limbs caging him
in, the dark musky smell of him, the feel of his mouth on Morty's neck... He
came, hard, only minutes into his fantasy and already spurting cum up onto his
belly, dripping some onto the bed. Morty tried to tell himself it was just his
teenage hormones, making him cum so easily, but the heavy weight settling in
his stomach told him it was more complicated than that.
One day, after coming home from school, Morty's mind was turning itself in
endless circles, more painful than normal. Dinner was called, and he shuffled
into the dining room, visibly starting when he saw Rick sitting at the table.
His grandpa hadn't joined them for many meals lately, and Morty trembled with
anxiety, taking his place to Rick's right. The older man looked worse than
ever, swaying in his seat, and yet still taking his flask out every few minutes
and swigging from it, the loud liquid sloshing sound echoing in the tensely
silent room. Morty stole a few sideways glances at Rick, who, for his part,
never once glanced in Morty's direction, instead staring ahead invariably, as
if he wasn't even there.
Before long the meal was over, and Rick retreated to his garage. Morty wanted
to call after him, to scream at him, anything to break this hazy twilight, but
the words stuck in his throat and he returned to his bedroom in silence. The
cycle of sleeplessness continued as the night stretched onward, Morty's cock
twitching with need, flashes of Rick playing behind his eyes. He refused,
frustration growing, until he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't live in
this prison. He stood, creeping out of his bedroom quietly, and made his way
down to the garage. He really had no idea what he was doing, but something
buried deep in his breast drew him forward to find Rick, though he had no plans
for what to say to him once he saw the man. He tapped lightly on the door to
the garage, then a little louder, but no response came. Steeling himself, Morty
tried the door handle, and found it unlocked.
As the door swung open, the bright flourescent lights of the garage sliced into
the darkened hallway, momentarily blinding Morty. The scene resolved as his
eyes adjusted, the usual clutter and odd bits of Rick's work lying about in
boxes, strewn about the workbench. Then, on the floor, was the prone form of
his grandpa, white coat rumpled and splayed across the hard concrete. Rick was
laying unconscious, drool and a little blood mingling on the ground by his
head. Morty cried out in alarm and rushed to the man, kneeling, his trembling
hands searching all over Rick's body, unsure, frantic. He didn't know what to
do. Looking around the room, Morty noticed Rick's flask- it had slid underneath
the shelves, dripping only the barest amount of liquid. The rest was likely in
Rick's belly, Morty thought in dismay. He held a hand up to Rick's mouth- good.
He was breathing. A quick consultation with Google gave Morty a bit of
knowledge on how to help his grandpa. He knew he couldn't call the ambulance,
Rick would be furious to wake up in a hospital, so instead, Morty rolled him
onto his side, fetched a blanket from upstairs, and a bucket from the kitchen.
After he'd lain the blanket over Rick, Morty went and locked the garage door-
he didn't need his mom or dad walking in and freaking out. Then, he sat down on
the hard floor to wait, checking periodically to make sure Rick was still
breathing. The old man twitched sometimes, the small movements giving Morty
hope. He looked longingly at the mysterious beakers of liquids laying about the
garage, imagining one of them to be a cure, but he didn't dare try one at
random, instead just waited and hoped Rick would soon come around enough to
tell him how to fix this.
He'd almost nodded off when Rick's mumbling brought him back awake. The older
man was jerking, thrashing his head back and forth in slow, languid movements,
while his lips moved softly, the words nearly impossible to hear. When he'd
quieted a little, Morty leaned in to try and make out what he was saying,
placing his ear right next to Rick's mouth. His fetid breath was hot, tickling
Morty and sending a shiver down his spine, but he held himself until the
mumbling resolved into a single word. "Morty..." Morty drew back sharply, his
heart thundering in his chest. The sound of his own name, coming from Rick's
mouth, completely unlike how it usually sounded. There was no scorn, or
mockery, or impatience as always, but rather a soft tenderness, a tone he had
never heard from Rick before. Morty glanced around the room, as if there was
anyone to see him there, before leaning back in to listen.
Rick was mumbling, mostly nonsense, his eyes darting back and forth behind
closed lids. Morty put an ear to his mouth, breathless, to catch some of the
words. "Morty..." he was saying, between mumbles, "Morty, I'm sorry." Morty
felt his throat catch, something hard and painful rising up from his chest. His
eyes stung with tears, and he turned to look down at his sleeping grandpa,
studying his face in ways he'd never been able to do before. He would never
make such intense eye contact if Rick were awake, but now he could see the
lines of his wrinkles, the curve of his lips, Rick's brow knitting together in
a pained grimace. Without thinking, Morty leaned in, slowly, and placed a light
kiss on Rick's cheek, lingering there awhile, before turning and resting his
soft cheek against the older man's rough one. He sighed, something inside him
loosening, until he felt as though he could breathe deeper than he had in
weeks, when a change in Rick's breathing, a fluttering of his eyes, made him
draw back sharply.
Rick's eyes cracked open, blinking blearily up at Morty with a small amount of
cognizance. The two of them just stared at each other, frozen, before a smile
broke across Rick's face. It was such a rare expression, Morty could only
stare, open-mouthed, the pair's breathing the only sound in the quiet garage.
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Rick got better after that night in the garage. Things almost went back to
normal for Morty. Rick still drank a lot, but at least he was around, making
jokes and complaining. It made Morty smile. The house became noisy again, and
Morty didn't have to be left alone with his own thoughts nearly as much, for
which he was eternally grateful.
One night, he was in the middle of a lengthy masturbation session. He'd gone
upstairs right after dinner and shut his door, quickly stripping off his
clothes and diving under the covers, squeezing his cock with one hand before
he'd even hit the bed. He left the lights off so he was alone with his
imagination, dreaming about Jessica, how soft her breasts would be, while he
began to stroke himself. Precum stained his sheets, but he didn't notice nor
care, his fingers moving around to trace every inch of himself, grasping his
balls, running up and down the length of his taint. Shyly, he probed around his
asshole with his index finger, curious, but too nervous to actually go inside
himself. He traced the opening instead, shivering from the touch, remembering
how Rick had taken him, shoving himself so roughly inside. It had hurt, but not
as much as Morty had expected, having seen "accidental" anal porn online, and
seeing the reactions of the women. They howled and cried, but Morty hadn't made
much sound at all. The pain had lanced through him, but he had quickly learned
to relax the muscles, to push himself open and make room for Rick. His cock
throbbed thinking about it, and he began stroking himself with the other hand
while he traced around his hole.
"Ah, Rick... Rick..." he heard himself say, the words slipping from his lips
before he could think about them. His mind felt like thick syrup, the memories
of Rick thrusting into him washing everything else away, everything else just
seemed... less important. He was rubbing himself roughly, another moan about to
escape, when a sudden noise from the door made him nearly jump out of his skin.
He really did jump- the sheets flew up into the air as his limbs flailed, light
spilling in from the hall into his room, as Rick brusquely entered, graciously
shutting the door behind himself without much delay. He flicked the light
switch on with one long finger, leaning back against the door and staring at
Morty with raised eyebrows, a sardonic smile on his lips.
"W-What the hell Rick!" Morty panted, drawing the covers up around himself and
glaring. "I was sleeping!" The lie twitched at his lips, and he had to look
down and away from Rick's face.
"Y-Yeah, Morty. Sleeping." he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "I came
upstairs to get you for something." His arms were crossed, fingers drumming
against the white sleeve of his coat. "Because I'm so fucking nice, I checked-
I p-put an ear to the door, Morty, to see if you were sleeping." He put a heavy
accent on the word, eyes wandering over Morty's covered body, which made him
sink beneath the covers even further, hiding even his bare arms.
The silence was heavy while Rick watched Morty squirm, leaning cooly against
the door as if he hadn't fully decided what he was going to do. "Y-You're kind
of- kind of a creep, aren't you Morty?" he said after awhile, causing Morty to
scowl. He wanted to make some retort about barging into people's rooms and how
creepy that was, but the words stuck in his throat and wouldn't come out. "I
heard you through the door." Morty's stomach dropped to the floor, dread and
shame washing over him. "Rick, Rick!" Rick mocked in a high falsetto, then
laughed at his own joke. He took a step towards the bed, making Morty flinch
involuntarily. Rick seemed to pause a moment, a suprised expression flitting
over his face, before he burst out with more harsh laughter. Morty's stomach
roiled and he ducked under the covers, hiding his face. He felt the bed squish
as Rick's weight was put on it, but he remained beneath the sheets, stubborn,
wishing Rick would just leave him alone, even after so many weeks yearning for
Rick's attention.
"Hey." Rick's voice sounded muffled through the sheets, but it was low and
serious, and Morty felt his hands rising to pull down the covers before he
could think it through. He started visibly as soon as the sheets were off- Rick
was standing, not sitting, on the bed, and he had his long, pale cock out,
holding it with one hand while he stared down at Morty with a smirk.
"Rick, w-what the fuck..." Morty had meant it to sound indignant, but it came
out quiet and weak.
"This- this is what you wanted, right Morty?" Rick's grin widened, and he moved
forward before Morty could reply, placing one hand atop Morty's head to keep
him in place while he guided himself into Morty's mouth. He slipped past
Morty's surprised, slack mouth before he could think to close it, and began
thrusting roughly in and out. Morty gagged and tried to pull away, eyes
watering, but Rick's firm hand held him in place. He twisted and writhed,
choking, finally managing to break away as Rick withdrew for another thrust.
Gasping, he looked up at Rick pitifully, but the Rick that gazed back at him
was merciless. His eyes were full of hunger and lust, and he wasn't even
especially drunk. Somehow, it was even more frightening than when he was
hammered and out of control.
Rick grabbed Morty's legs and pulled him forward, unbalancing him so he landed
back on the bed. Rick held his legs spread eagle out to either side. He grabbed
a fistful of blankets and tossed it away, exposing Morty to the cold air, his
grey eyes roaming over Morty's nakedness appraisingly. Morty just blushed,
turning his head to the side, his legs spread wide with his hard cock standing
stiffly in the middle, his skinny pale limbs shining out against the dark
sheets. Rick placed his large palm flat on Morty's stomach and ran it up slowly
towards his chest, then throat, grinding it into his skin so hard it dragged
heavily as it went. He hovered above Morty's neck, making the boy cringe, but
continued up, seizing his face and squeezing his round cheeks together. He
released his grip on Morty's leg and leaned in, blanketing the small boy with
his lab coat, positioning his large cock to brush against Morty's own, rubbing
them against one another while he dry humped his grandson.
"Y-Yeah..." he grunted, humping. "You like it. You fucking like it." The bed
squeaked in the quiet room. "You're a fucking pervert. Little slutty pervert
for your fucking grandpa." The animalistic humping and the friction against his
cock made Morty emit a high moan unintentionally, even though his heart was
racing with fear. "Fuck..." Rick moaned, their cocks leaking together and
dripping onto Morty's skin. His hand fumbled around Morty's ass, long fingers
tracing up and down his entrance, pushing against it with one finger, trying to
find purchase but instead glancing off the tightly puckered hole. Morty was
shivering as Rick brought his hand up to his mouth, putting his finger in and
sucking it loudly, saliva coating the appendage before he quickly thrust it
back down towards the boy's ass, pushing roughly until the first digit slipped
inside. Morty squeaked, the fluttering in his stomach going crazy, a light
burning pain radiating from his ass as Rick wiggled his way deeper inside,
panting from where he held himself above.
Rick dug in deeper with his finger, burrowing it in all the way to the knuckle.
He swished it around in circles, pumping back and forth while remaining as deep
as possible. He brushed against something deep inside that made Morty's stomach
flip, his cock twitching as small, urgent sounds came from the back of his
throat, almost against his will. His vision was hazy as his eyes fluttered,
feeling dizzy until he just lay back, limbs splayed out, staring up at the
ceiling. A sudden pressure, and Rick had worked another finger inside, moving
all too quickly, still increasing the pace of his movements. "Rick..." Morty
called breathlessly, unsure what exactly he was trying to say. His eyes shut
tightly, brow furrowed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, when Rick withdrew
his fingers. Morty heard him spit, and then there was a new object pressing
against his hole, rubbing cum and saliva around his entrance. Morty's eyes flew
open, and he put a foot on Rick's chest, pushing away from him. Rick just
looked confused, and angry, glaring down at Morty from on high.
"What the fuck?" he growled, stroking his cock, not backing away from Morty at
all.
"R-Rick, no..." Morty stammered weakly, trying to get up. "No, this is fucked
up." He said it with a little more conviction, blushing bright red.
Rick backed up with an exasperated sigh. "Morty, fuck. Seriously? You're
sending some mixed fucking messages." He was still stroking himself lazily,
eyes locked onto Morty, who squirmed under his gaze. "Fuck, fine." He started
to stand up. "Fuck you then. I don't know why I fucking bother."
"No!" Morty squeaked, putting up his hands placatingly. "Rick, no, I'm sorry."
Morty didn't know what would happen if he denied Rick here. Rick would probably
leave for good this time, or die in some senseless drunken rampage. He thought
about the dead air of the house without Rick, the hollow look in his mother's
eyes, the empty feeling of trudging through each meaningless day of school,
home, sleep. Morty turned all the way around, putting his hands on his
headboard for support, and wiggled his ass shyly at Rick, who had turned back,
enticed. "C-Cmon..." Morty said quietly, trying to be seductive and failing
horribly.
Rick's eyes narrowed in annoyance, obviously not buying the act. Then, he
sprang, moving forward and grabbing Morty around the neck in an arm lock, his
thin bicep flexing hard against Morty's throat. He reared up, bringing Morty
with him, his cock nestling in between Morty's ass cheeks as he wrestled the
boy close. Morty felt lightheaded from the pressure and the arched position,
but he could hear Rick whispering low into his ear.
"Remember, you chose this, okay?" he said, "You can't change your mind later,
okay?" His voice was an urgent whisper, his hot stinking breath tickling
Morty's ear as the world started to go black around the edges. Rick released
him, and Morty fell forward onto the bed, coughing and clutching his throat
with one hand. Rick seized the boy's ass roughly, grinding his cock against it,
up and down, while Morty recovered. When the coughing had subsided and he'd
propped himself up with one hand, Rick tried to guide himself into Morty's ass,
slipping off with each thrust, unable to force his way into the tight opening.
The failed thrusts hurt Morty, and he made a whining sound, but Rick just
growled and raised himself up for a sharper angle, more leverage. Morty's upper
half fell down flat onto the bed as Rick lifted his ass up easily, thrusting
down once more to where the tip of his cock caught, pressing slowly, opening
Morty's ass with no small amount of pain.
"Rick!" Morty whined, the name trailing off into a moan, causing Rick to pause
and reach a hand over to sloppily cover Morty's mouth, more of a gesture than
an actual barrier.
"Morty, fuck, shut the fuck up." he growled, sliding in another inch. Morty's
mouth opened and he bit down on Rick's index finger, causing the older man to
suck in a sharp breath of pain, a shudder running through his body as Morty's
tongue slid over and around his other fingers. His cock was inching forward,
deeper, until Rick was finally buried up to the hilt, the pair of them panting
in unison, Morty's small hands grabbing fistfuls of bedsheet, still sucking on
Rick's finger to distract himself. He bit down again, making Rick growl, but
sharing some pain made him feel better on a deep level.
Rick was laying atop Morty, his larger body pressing the boy's small one down
into the mattress, their legs tangled together, until Rick hoisted himself up
with one hand on Morty's back, spreading his legs to straddle Morty's small,
round ass, his cock still buried deep inside. The small movements made Morty
whimper, and Rick straightened up, straddling Morty. Morty's mouth hung open,
his small pink tongue poking out, searching for something to latch onto as he
huffed out hot breaths. He reached out for his pillow, pulling it towards
himself to rest on and prop up his torso. Hugging it made him feel better, and
he even started chewing on one corner to try and muffle his moans a bit.
Rick was grabbing his ass with both hands, seemingly admiring the view a bit
before he started slowly backing out. The slow movement was at once better and
worse in terms of pain- it wasn't as intense as quick thrusting, but the slow
retreat made Morty feel every inch of Rick's cock rubbing against his insides.
He slid forward again, equally slow, and Morty could feel Rick's cock pressing
into him, opening him, until he groaned into the pillow. When Rick had finally
hit the end of his length, he started up a slow but steady rhythm, back and
forth, back and forth, jiggling the bed so a soft rustling squeaking filled the
bedroom, accented by Rick's heavy breathing. Rick leaned down, crossing his
arms and resting them on Morty's head, so he was pushed down harder into the
pillow, while Rick relaxed on top of him, keeping up the pace.
"You like it, huh?" Rick asked in a whisper, his breath huffing near Morty's
ear. "You want me to fuck your little boy pussy?" The lewd remark made Morty's
cock twitch even as his face burned in embarrassment. His heart was thudding
erratically and he hugged the pillow tightly for comfort. Rick eased up,
propping himself up with two pillar-like arms on either side of Morty's head.
Morty raised his head up from the pillow, gratefully sucking in a breath of
fresh air. "C'mon..." Rick whispered right into his ear, a ticklish tremor
running through Morty's body. "Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck your little
boy pussy."
Morty made some incoherent noises, his embarrassment rising, threatening to
spill out of his chest like some writhing monster. He couldn't speak, his
throat was tensed shut, little half-formed misfired thoughts zapping across his
brain, amounting to something like "No, yes, fuck, please fuck me, no, I'm
sorry" over and over. He lived inside the feel of Rick's cock pumping in and
out- it was so much simpler, so much safer than the world of words and ideas.
Then, it stopped. Rick had stopped moving, and Morty let out a choked sob,
squeezing the pillow tight as the embarrassment flooded over him again now that
he had no sensation of fucking to descend into. "Say it! Tell me you want it!"
Rick shout-whispered to the back of Morty's head, holding himself torturously
still.
"I..." Morty started, the words catching so that he had to try again, "P-
please... fuck me Rick... please... f-f-fuck my little boy pussy..." The last
was a barely audible whisper, Morty's shame and embarrassment so overwhelming
he thought he might literally faint, but then Rick's arms had grabbed him
around the head and shoulders, and he was being fucked, hard, Rick's stiff cock
pumping into him at rapid speed, and all his thoughts melted away, replaced
with the wonderful sensation, the jolts of pleasure at each quick thrust. The
sound of flesh-on-flesh seemed at once deafening and yet far away, Morty just
closed his eyes and tried to open himself completely, relaxing as much as
possible as Rick used him. He was nothing but a vessel for Rick's pleasure, he
hardly even existed, and Rick was everything, so much bigger than Morty, so
much better and more deserving. Morty felt like he had been born to serve this
purpose, he felt an indescribable happiness and fulfillment as Rick fucked his
ass, the feeling swelling, rising up from his stomach. He hardly even
recognized it as an orgasm until it broke over him, his cock spraying cum
beneath him into his bedsheets, his body bucking and spasming while his vision
went white, and he was carried away on a wave of intense pleasure better than
any he'd ever experienced.
When he came back, Rick was panting and grunting above him, and he was vaguely
aware of the feeling of wetness coming from his ass and dripping down his legs.
The old man was shuddering, tense, curled in on himself as his fingers dug
tightly into Morty's flesh. Then, he released, going limp and sliding sloppily
out of Morty, rolling over onto the bed beside the boy to pant with closed
eyes, one arm raised up over his head and the other dangling off the edge of
the bed. The two of them lay together for some time, breathing. After only a
few breaths, however, the bad feelings began to creep their way into Morty's
heart once more. Fear, shame, disgust. He shuddered as they began to take over,
replacing everything good that he had just experienced, making it all only a
far off memory, until he was nothing but confused and unsure about everything
that had just happened.
Rick stood, saying nothing, and rearranged his clothing. There was a sudden
creak from the hallway, and they froze, icy fear stabbing into the both of
them. They tensed like rabbits, hardly breathing for a long moment, until no
other sounds were forthcoming, and Rick stood up shakily. He looked at Morty
where he lay, then at the door, then back at Morty, seeming to be trying to
figure out what he wanted to say. After awhile he simply leaned over and put a
cool hand on Morty's head, resting it there, causing a little flicker of the
safety and satisfaction Morty had felt while being fucked to flicker back to
life. Morty closed his eyes while Rick stroked his hair lightly, saying
nothing, and then he was gone, leaving a trembling Morty to clean up his mess.
***** Cognitive Dissonance *****
Chapter Notes
     Can't stop, won't stop...
"Morty can you pass the potatos?" Beth looked expectantly at her son, hands out
to receive what she'd asked for. Morty wasn't reacting, as if he hadn't heard
her- he was hunched in on himself a bit, staring down at his lap and hardly
touching his dinner. Rick, who sat beside him chewing slowly on a bit of meat,
looked sideways at the boy and elbowed him in the side a little to wake him up.
"Oh!" Morty looked around, shakily grabbing the bowl of mashed potatoes and
handing it over to his mom. "Sorry." He mumbled. Beth noticed his face was red,
a little bit of sweat shining across his brow.
"Are you feeling alright, Morty?" Beth asked, concerned, causing Summer and
Jerry to look up from their respective technologies and peer over at Morty. The
boy's face grew even more red and he squirmed in place under their gazes, his
eyes darting over towards the stairs and back.
"Y-Y-Yeah mom," he stammered, "I'm okay I'm just feeling a little sick." The
explanation was rushed, his voice a little too high. Beth gave him a puzzled
look, worried.
"You look flushed, maybe we should take you to the doctor..." Beth started,
reaching a hand out to cover Morty's, but he moved it away at the first touch.
He drew in breath to speak, but Rick cut him off, taking Beth's outstretched
hand in his own and comforting her.
"Don't worry Beth, I have something that'll fix him up." He said evenly,
patting her comfortingly, her face melting into a tentative smile. Jerry rolled
his eyes from his spot at the table and went back to his iPad. "W-Why don't you
go rest, Morty, I'll bring you some medicine aft- a-as soon as I'm done
eating." Morty looked worried for some reason, glancing back and forth between
Rick and his mom, before sighing and nodding, pushing back from the table and
walking stiffly upstairs.
~~~~~~~

"Jesus Morty, wh-why don't you just- why don't we just tell the whole family,
huh? Right over dinner, just, by the way everyone, w-w-we're- Morty fucks his
grandpa? How'd'you think that'd go, huh?" Rick lectured from his place above
Morty, who was naked now, bent over his messy bed, his ass up, presenting it to
Rick who had his arms crossed and was glaring down at the boy.
"Rick..." Morty moaned softly. "J-J-Just take it out already..." His brows
knitted together softly as he turned and stared pitifully up at his grandpa,
his hand going back to spread his cheeks slightly, touching at the strange
device that was embedded deep in his ass. Rick had placed it there last night
after fucking him, a now regular occurrence. Indeed, Rick was insatiable,
keeping Morty up late nearly every night, their old wacky adventures now
replaced with something more twisted. It had spilled over to Morty's waking
life too, with the introduction of this new device, a tapered plug of Rick's
own design, that, at the touch of a button, silently vibrated, or even swelled
and shrank, simulating fucking whenever Rick pleased, nearly causing Morty to
lose control in the middle of class, or at the dinner table.
Rick's eyebrow raised testily, unfolding his arms to reveal the tiny button,
which he pressed with a grin, causing the toy in Morty's ass to speed up,
vibrating and elongating to huge proportions. The boy let out a moan that he
tried to stifle in his bedsheets, gripping the soft material in fistfuls and
stretching his feet out behind him, as if he could move forward and flee the
invading hardness that began pressing against the pleasure point deep inside
him, vibrating against it and causing his cock to leak into his sheets. He
clawed at the flat little nub that stopped the toy from disappearing inside
him, but the thing inside him had expanded so much it was deeply embedded and
he couldn't get a good enough grip on the smooth surface to try and pull it
out. The vibration was making him weak, somehow both delicious and lacking,
indescribably, but he felt frustrated even as the heat rose in his face, his
mouth slightly open as he strained upwards to look back at Rick with cloudy
eyes. Rick stared at him with a serious look on his face, his eyes equally dark
and hungry, and finally switched the device off, just barely avoiding Morty's
orgasm, the thing inside him deflating and leaving him with a horribly
emptiness that made him whine deep in the back of his throat.
Rick reached forward to grab the toy and slid it out of Morty's ass, feverishly
unbuckling his pants, sliding them off, and tossing them aside. Lining his fat
cock up to Morty's hole, he slid it back and forth to lubricate things- Morty
had noticed some time after their regular sessions began that Rick had done
something to himself that made his cock leak a thick lubricating substance,
effectively streamlining his grandpa's ability to fuck anything and everything.
Rick pumped his cock furiously, more liquid leaking out of the tip and smearing
into Morty's gaping hole, while the boy's cloudy brain tried to process what
was happening. He had, of course, resigned himself to this daily process, but
something inside him felt cold and brittle, and it was all he could do to
distance himself from that feeling, from the entire experience- the pain of his
stretched hole, the hot intensity of his grandpa's hunger, the dripping shame
and the stabbing anxiety of needing to hide this from everyone. "Ahhn..." his
voice squeezed out tight from clenched teeth as Rick's cock slid thickly inside
him, easier than in the beginning but still stretching him to uncomfortable
levels, every time.
"Yeah..." Rick grunted above him as he inched his way inside his grandson,
"Take it, take it..." Morty's moan cracked in a little squeak as Rick's cock
finally buried itself up to the hilt, the pair of them painting in unison as
Morty tried to adjust to this new thickness. Rick grabbed a fistful of the
boy's curly hair, wrapping his fingers tightly up to the scalp and lifting
Morty's head up from where he was hiding it in the sheets. The boy's chest was
rising and falling in quick little gasping motions, and his eyes roamed about,
unfocused, not really seeing anything. Rick stared into those eyes for a long
moment, enjoying the sight of Morty's flushed face coming completely undone as
he began moving his hips a little, sliding ever so slowly out, only to ram
roughly back in with a lewd little sound and a moan from Morty.
Without warning, Morty felt Rick's spindly arms wrap around his torso, and then
the world inverted, as Rick rolled over so he was laying down on the bed, and
Morty was on top, his back to Rick, cradled in the curve of the older man's
body. The awkward movement caused Rick's cock to slip out, the pop of the thick
head slipping out of the ring of his hole made Morty whine, but Rick shushed
him with a soothing sound. Rick was skinny, bony, and it was uncomfortable to
be leaning against him, so instinctively Morty sat up, straddling Rick's torso
and feeling incredibly exposed and awkward. Looking back, however, Rick was
grinning, and ran a hand up and down Morty's smooth back, enjoying the view.
"Fuck it." He said suddenly, eyes locked with Morty's, whose head was turned
back to regard his grandpa.
"Huh?" Morty asked, catching his breath and pushing a sweaty lock of hair away
from his forehead.
"Get up, and fuck it." His hand was stroking his cock, warming it up to keep
away the cold air. He gave a little push against Morty's back with his other
hand. "C'mon, you little slut. I know you want to. You wanna sit down on your
grandpa's hard cock." Morty blushed deeply, bewildered by this development. He
liked it better when Rick just used him and he didn't have to move or think,
but the insistent look in Rick's eyes told him that getting out of this would
be more trouble than it was worth, so he stood up on his knees and decided to
give it a try.
Once he'd lifted himself off of Rick, the older man shimmied a little up the
bed until his cock was standing stiffly beneath Morty's ass, then folded his
arms behind his head and just lay there, eyebrow raised, waiting for the show
to begin. Morty bit his lip, heart pounding, and began to shakily lower himself
towards the hard cock. It slipped and slid against his crack, first up, then
down towards his balls, not going inside easily as he'd thought would happen.
With a look of concentration, he reached his thin fingers behind himself and
held onto Rick's cock, stabilizing it, then drew his ass down towards it
slowly, guiding the head towards his opening. It pressed against his hole, the
pressure of it immense- it just seemed so thick and huge, and he was so small,
that it seemed impossible such a thing could actually fit inside his little
ass. With a grunt, he pushed down on the cock, spreading his stance a bit to
help open himself up, while Rick's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he
groaned deeply, Morty slowly sitting down onto his cock, impaling himself on
his grandpa's hard dick. "Yeahhh...." Rick moaned appreciatively. "You like
that hard cock in you, don't you?" Morty couldn't respond, the feeling of his
grandpa deep inside him was too much for him to be able to form words, so he
just made a high pitched sound and shivered, surprised when he hit the end of
the cock, fully straddling Rick's body.
"Jack it." Rick whispered behind him. At first this confused Morty, as he was
already sitting down on Rick's cock and couldn't possibly jack him off, but
then Rick gave a little thrust of his hips to break him out of his confusion.
"C'mon, you little pervert. Jack off for your grandpa." Morty's hand moved
almost of it's own accord, and soon he was rubbing himself quickly up and down,
the pleasure of it heightened by the lewd situation and the cock deep inside
him. "Thinking about Jessica?" Rick asked after a few quiet moments, which
startled Morty and made him slow down. "Don't fucking stop! Did I tell you to
fucking stop?" Rick asked harshly, and Morty sped up his pace again, twitching
from the pleasure of it. "Yeah, think about fucking her, those big soft
tits..." He began to slowly thrust his hips, rocking Morty back and forth, up
and down. It reminded Morty of those mechanical horse rides at the mall he used
to go on while his mom got groceries, the sudden childhood memory making him
extremely uncomfortable. "You wanna see Jessica's face staring up at you, her
big eyes wide, those soft lips sliding over your cock..." Rick began to speed
up, bouncing Morty up and down as he thrust roughly into him, the bed squeaking
noisily, not that either one of them noticed. "How she gags and coughs as you
grab her and shove your cock down her throat, holding her there while she
struggles..." The pace was fast and hard now, a steady whap-whap-whap as Rick
pistoned into Morty's ass, the vibrating feeling of being fucked so quickly
building up into a tingle that spread all over Morty's skin, until the whole
world felt like it was vibrating.
"R-Rick... I'm gonna..." Morty whined loudly, his hand flying over his cock as
he jacked himself off in time to Rick's thrusts, and then it broke, he went
rigid, cum spurting out of his cock as he thrust forward and clenched his ass
at the same time, sending Rick over the edge too, pouring his hot cum inside
Morty's ass as they moaned together, heads back, eyes screwed tightly shut,
Rick's thrusts slowly dying down into sloppy, sliding movements slushing in and
out of Morty's loose hole as his cock softened.
~~~~~~~~
When Rick shut the door, it was dark in the upstairs hallway, and he let out a
lengthy sigh, shutting his eyes and tapping his head lightly against the
doorframe. He jumped at the sound of a voice behind him, turning around to see
Jerry standing in the hallway, hands balled into fists and glaring at Rick.
"I know what's going on here." He said in a cold voice, his hands shaking. "I'm
not an idiot. Well, I mean... I still know what you're doing!" He stammered,
heart racing.
"Oh yeah?" Rick's face instantly adopted a bored, mildly annoyed look, and he
stuffed his hands into the pockets of his lab coat, leaning back and eyeing
Jerry. "W-What's that?" Jerry just raised a shaking hand and pointed to Rick's
waistline, where his hastily tucked in shirt rumpled around his belt, a wet
spot clearly visible even in the dim light of the dark hallway. Rick looked
down at it and mouthed a curse, then started rummaging around in his coat for
something.
"W-Wh-What are you d-doing?" Jerry asked, taking a step backwards, as Rick
withdrew a strange looking gun and pointed it at Jerry, two swirling blue pools
of light the last thing Jerry saw before everything went white, and he forgot
everything to do with the incident.
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