In a very young age, Morty figured out that being drunk was not as simple as just being drunk. The types of alcohol that people consumed and what kind of person they naturally are helped him pinpoint what position they were in the vast spectrum of intoxication. https://twitter.com/rickedsab/status/1277540736729141249

Wine made his mom languid, emotional, and sometimes depressive. He knew in those moments that he should distract Summer and pull away from their mother's vicinity as to not hear how much successful she could have been if she didn't have them.

While Rick at first seemed like a mixed bag, always crazily unpredictable, Morty realized that there was a method in his madness after being exposed to him and his drunk counterparts so long. Wine made him like mom, while beer made his mouth run 200 words per minute.

Whiskey and gin, both made him disastrously confident, a powerful cyclone where everyone had no choice but to get swept in to. Rum always made him run his hand through Morty's hair and whisper sweet praises and much sweeter nothings he didn't dare utter when he was sober.

And Tequila. Well Morty didn't exactly know why the hell tequila made Rick dark and dangerous. He looked it up online to see it made others rowdy and wild, but to his grandfather?

It made him calculating and cruel.

Morty was currently ruminating these thoughts in order to distract himself from the fact that he was currently head bent over and raised up posterior on his grandfather's lap.

His hands were confined behind his back, not in rope but in zipties Rick probably found in the garage.

"Rick, I-I'm sorry, Rick, please don't," Morty tried but he knew it was in vain. He knew the transgression didn't really matter, it was the fact that he put himself in a position wherein Rick had to mete out punishment.

And Rick, well, Rick liked punishing.

"Sshshh, baby," his grandfather cooed while those dexterous fingers slipped Morty's underwear down to the back of his thighs, exposing his plump pale ass.

"You know I hate to do this, buddy, I can't help it when you keep acting like a goddamn kid all the time."

Morty felt dread in the pit of his stomach and clenched his eyes shut as those hands began roaming around the sensitive skin. His grandfather cycled between soft tentative touches of worship and rough kneading of ownership.

Which was true. Indeed, he owned Morty's ass.

The boy whimpered when he felt the shift of air around his back, signalling the advance of a powerful blow but Rick slowed down his hand at the last centimeter, barking a loud laugh at his grandson's reaction.

"Goddamn, baby. I fucking love seeing you flinch," he drawled.

Morty didn't really need to see his grandfather's face to know that he was wearing that cruel smirk of his, his voice already betrayed it. The boy gasped when he felt Rick spit on his hole and circle a finger around the tight entrance.

Morty willed himself to relax, preferring this form of punishment. Involuntarily he arched his back more and spread his legs wider in submission to the man above him. He hoped this display would do him favors.

"Is this what you wanted, baby?"

"This why you've been acting such a goddamn pain in my ass? You wanted grandpa's attention that badly?" Morty nodded even if that wasn't really the case.

It was a good sign that Rick's tone started to change into something gentler but Morty realized he spoke too soon.

The white hot burning pain of the strike made the boy see stars behind his eyes. Morty released a guttural cry, his own broken voice unfamiliar to his ears.

"You think I'm that fucking easy, you little bitch?"

Those powerful smacks echoed around the room in quick succession.

"Think you're fucking going to get away with that bullshit just because you know you're my favorite? Well you're fucking wrong, baby. You're dead wrong. I'll make you regret that you even had the audacity to fucking test me."

Morty can't help but take it, the words and the hits

He sobbed and sobbed, his vocal chords not even making the effort to sputter out apologies and pleas. Morty knew it would fall on deaf ears, so what was the point?

Rick slowed down those strikes and transitioned back into roughly kneading his ass. The pain was no less worse.

"You're getting off on this? You sick twisted freak."

Morty tensed. No, no, no he wasn't. He wasn-

Rick snaked his hand between Morty's closed thighs, patting them to open. He blushed when his grandfather's calloused fingers grabbed his own little hard cock.

The whimper that left his mouth was downright pathetic when Rick stroked him more to hardness.

"Jesus Christ, baby. I fucking hit you and you leak precum like a goddamn slut? Fuck, you're perfect-"

Morty didn't really have a choice but to submit to the stimulation.

Rick kept at it for a while til Morty felt the familiar approach of orgasm clawing at the bottom of his stomach. Everything felt too much. He was getting dizzy from the position and the stroking. Sweat beaded on his skin while Rick kept his torturously teasing pace.

"But what am I fucking doing? This is supposed to be a punishment, isn't it?" Rick said, trance shattered and spell broken. Morty wailed when his grandfather let go of his weeping cock and continued the onslaught of those strikes against his ass.

After ten or twenty, Rick manhandled him like a ragdoll to sit him on his lap, facing those sadistic eyes. Morty winced because it sure hurt when he sat down, the pain of the slaps still burning on his skin.

"Now here's what we're going to do, baby," Rick gripped his chin.

"You're going to ride my cock and if you make me cum, I'll think about forgiving you. But if you dare fucking come before I do, Morty," he chuckles darkly. "You better start praying for your sweet ass that I even have an ounce of mercy or patience left for you."

"Do you understand?"

Morty nodded, but belatedly he realized weak gestures weren't enough for the older man right now. Rick gripped his chin tighter, showing his irascible side.

"I-I understand. I'll do my best, grandpa Rick." He added the little familial name for effect.

Thankfully it proved potent enough for Rick, making the scientist grumble a curse to the ceiling. Morty clumsily unzipped his pants and removed Rick's already erect cock from the confines of his briefs.

The boy stroked it to the best of his ability with zipties in his wrists.

Rick helpfully spit down, aiming it at his crotch, to lubricate the glide of Morty's palms against his cock. Once he deemed it was enough, he heard Rick murmur his name in warning.

The boy positioned the older man's length right against his entrance, swallowing hard.

This it it. He only needed to keep himself together, just enough to tear Rick apart.

He could do this, Morty thought.

He sunk down, inch by inch, until he finally bottomed out. Morty moaned at the fullness he always felt when they did this. He saw his own cock leak more.

It was difficult, his thighs straining and his skin accumulating more sweat, as he impaled himself up and down Rick's thick cock. Morty whimpered everytime it inevitably hit his prostrate, the size making it impossible to avoid that sweet spot inside him.

Not to mention he still felt the afterburn of those harsh strikes against his ass right when he landed down on Rick's thighs.

It was too much. Everything was too much.

He didn't know he was keeping his eyes closed when he opened them in shock in the instant he felt his nipples got pinched.

"Baby," Rick said deeply, voice dropping an octave. "Pay attention to what you're doing and don't slack off."

The older man twisted those hard sensitive nubs as a firm reminder of his goal.

This wasn't about Morty's pleasure, it was about Rick's.

Morty nodded and redoubled his efforts but after a while he felt the painful strain of lactic acid building up in his muscles in exhaustion

Minutes later, they both noticed Morty slowed down until he halted to a stop altogether, only managing to weakly ground down against his grandfather's cock.

"Please, Rick, I-I need a br-break," he sobbed. "It hurts so m-much, I ca-can't-"

Miraculously, Rick seemed to soften.

Maybe it was the alcohol weakening his cruelty, or maybe his own tear-streaked cheeks combined with his pathetic begging, but Morty didn't really know what possessed his grandfather to gently rub at his thighs in half silent apology and half soothing grace.

"J-just use me, grandpa. Please-" Morty grinded down with all the strength he had left.

"Fuck-" Rick cursed then caught his own lips in a deep kiss. The older man swallowed the boy's moans with greed, as he possessively gripped Morty's ass to move rub it up and down his cock.

Morty didn't bother to stifle his moans and his cries as Rick used him roughly like his own personal fleshlight. That thick cock abused his prostrate repeatedly with every harsh thrust, making Morty reach for his own cock to keep himself from cumming.

The unforgiving rhythm that his grandfather punished him with slowly started to break as his groans increased in decibels

"You're fucking taking it like you're made for this, Morty. You've been fucking weeping in pain just a minute ago and now you're asking me to use you."

"When did you fucking grow up to be such a slut huh? Jesus fuck, you feel so tight on my cock. That's it, baby-"

Rick lost himself, simultaneously sputtering praise and degradation while Morty felt the cock inside of him throb hotly as Rick was chasing his orgasm.

Morty cried out in agony when Rick bit his shoulder and finally released inside of him. The older man took his wrists to remove it from his own cock, and Morty felt himself get knocked breathless from cumming too hard. It wasn't like any other he had before. It felt like falling.

Dazed and confused, his body felt weak and empty as he collapsed against Rick's arms. Distantly, he felt warm lips press against his forehead to worship and gentle carresses against his sweat laden back to soothe. Morty tried to remember the basic of breathing as Rick murmured.

"Such a good boy, baby. You were fucking perfect, just for me. Just for me, Morty. You did so good-"

Morty felt Rick's voice grow father and farther away as the tendrils of sleep drew him close. He felt safe as those arms and the darkness enveloped him into a deep embrace.

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This thread was inspired from @rickedsab 's tweet : https://twitter.com/rickedsab/status/1277540736729141249?s=19

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