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.
