Milo’s Pleasure Pet

MILO’S POV

“Fuck!” I slammed into him, sweat dripping down my face, my jaw tight with focus. It wasn’t enough.

My fingers gripped his hips, yanking him up as I shoved his face into the mattress, tugging hard at his hair. He groaned loud, eyes rolling back, lost in it, his cock twitching.

He was my buddy, but fuck, I couldn’t hold back anymore.

A few more thrusts, and he came, his body shaking, cum splattering the sheets. But I was still fucking empty.

“Shit,” I growled, yanking his head back by his hair, pulling him against my chest. His mouth hung open as I hooked my arms under his knees, lifting him. I pounded into him—harder, rougher, my balls slapping against him, chasing something. Nothing.

Fucking pointless.

I pulled out, tossing him onto the bed with a sneer.

“Hey!” Jace gasped, sitting up, eyes wide. But I was already grabbing my clothes.

I pulled a stack of hundreds from my jacket, throwing it at him without a glance. “You’re done.”

“Milo!” he called, scrambling off the bed, voice desperate. I headed for the door, but he pressed against me, his hands sliding down my abs, reaching for my cock. “C’mon, let’s go again. I’ll suck you dry.”

I grabbed his wrist before he could touch me, twisting hard. He yelped, face paling. I leaned in, voice ice-cold. “Your ass hole is too wide. You’re fucking useless to me now. Don’t let me see you again.”

I shoved him back, and he stumbled onto the bed, face red with shame.

I stormed out, cursing, running a hand through my hair.

Nico leaned against the wall outside, cigarette dangling from his smug grin. “Another toy broken, huh? What is it this time? Too wide again?”

I ignored him, my glare sharp. “Too wide. Find me a new one with a big cock and a tight ass, an untouched one.”

Nico exhaled, smoke curling from his lips. “Can’t get you a new fuckboy that fast. Your next job’s tonight.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” My fists clenched. “How bad’s the gig?”

Nico leaned on the balcony, pulling a file from his coat. “Easy shit. You’ll crush it.”

I snatched the file, skimming it. Simple, but I was still pissed, my cock still aching from that useless fuck.

“I still need to fuck, can’t do anything right if I don’t cum. You know how it is.” 

“You gonna lose this job just ‘cause you didn’t bust a nut?” Nico smirked, eyeing my crotch.

I shot him a death glare. He threw his hands up. “Chill, man. I’ll find you a new cock to ride by tomorrow, boss.”

“Better fuckin’ do it, and make sure you check him very well, some asses are wife and spoilt already. I need a new one, a tight hole, do you understand?” I snapped, glancing at the file.

 Nico nodded then he smirked, as we left the hotel, my balls still tight with frustration.

JAKE’S POV

“Jake, you good?”

I blinked, snapping out of it as Sarah nudged my shoulder. The diner was dead tonight, but I was stuck cleaning up late.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I am just stressed,” I lied, forcing a grin. She wasn’t buying it.

“Bullshit.” Sarah shook her head, glaring. “Go take a nap at home. I’ll cover your ass, trust me.”

“Nah, I’m—” Her no-nonsense stare shut me up.

“Fine,” I muttered, yanking off my apron.

Sarah waved, smirking. “Kick ass on those exams, and get some damn rest!”

“Thanks buddy,” I said, but my voice was hollow as I grabbed my bag and left. Rest? Fuck that. I headed to my second gig, cleaning at some big-ass firm. With the extra hours Sarah gave me, I could scrape up more cash. No rest when I’m drowning in debt.

I dragged myself home past midnight, beat to shit. My tiny apartment had a shitty bed, a desk buried in assignments, and a corner for a piss-poor kitchen. I eyed the pile of work waiting and cursed. No sleep tonight either.

A knock hit the door. Who the fuck’s here this late? I hesitated, then opened it—and instantly regretted it.

My landlord, Mr. Carson, stood there, his greasy grin making my skin crawl. Fat fuck with a beer gut, eyeing me like I was meat.

“Jake, my boy,” he slurred, shoving past me. “I don’t like that look on your face. You clearly know why I’m here, don’t ya?”

I swallowed, stomach twisting. “I told you, I need more time. I’ll pay when I—”

“Fucking lies!” he snapped, stepping closer. “Same damn story every week. I’m done waiting.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, heart pounding. “Just a bit more time, please.”

Carson’s eyes gleamed, raking over me, his cock probably already hard. “You know how to fix this, pretty boy.”

I flinched as his hand grazed my jaw. “The fuck you mean?” I growled, slapping his hand away.

His face twisted. “Oh, I’ll make you understand.”

He grabbed my wrist, slamming me against the wall. I froze as cold metal—a blade—pressed against my throat. “Don’t move, or I’ll cut you open,” he hissed, drunk and reeking. His free hand yanked at my belt, his hips grinding against me. “Gonna fuck you raw, boy. Been wanting that tight ass since you moved in.”

“No!” I snapped, voice shaking. “Get the fuck off me!”

He laughed, sick and low. “Shut up and take it. I’ll make you suck my cock first.”

Bang!

A gunshot ripped through the air. Blood splattered my face, and Carson’s fat ass hit the floor, a hole in his head. My eyes went wide, breath hitching.

He was fucking dead.

My knees gave out, and I slumped to the floor, wiping blood off my cheek, hands shaking.

“Fucking mess,” a cold voice cut through the silence.

I looked up, heart stopping. A guy in a dark mask stood there, gun now aimed at my head. His eyes were black pits, no mercy.

“They didn’t even tell me my target came in pairs,” he growled, pressing the cold steel against my throat, the gun cocking with a click that made my pulse spike.