“Listen up, Cyrus. I’ve never called your punk ass Daddy, and I never will.” Cyrus’s laugh echoes through the air as his hand slides provocatively along Zeke’s black army boot. “These are kind of hot. Maybe the next time I fuck your ass, I’ll tie you up spread eagle, completely naked except for these. Legs in the air as you get fucked like the little bitch you are.” “When I shove my cock up your ass dry, you’ll know who’s the little bitch,” Zeke spits.
