“Again, where the hell are we going?”, Jesse asks for probably the hundredth time.
“For god’s sake, just shut up for once”, Walter hisses. He picks up his pace, completely ignoring the fact that his younger companion is barely able to keep up with him. Jesse runs up to him and grabs his wrist, making him turn around and face him.
“Listen, you can’t play your stupid little mystery games with me, alright? I got shit to do.” Walter just grabs Jesse’s shoulder and harshly shoves him away, making him stumble back a few steps. He can barely keep himself from falling on the sandy floor by holding onto a nearby bush.
“Are you fucking insane? You know what? I’m leaving. Go get someone else to help you with your shit, I’m out.”
Walter internally rolls his eyes, knowing that Jesse wouldn’t leave anyways. He can be annoyingly proud sometimes, but he always ends up coming back. Plus, these occasions provide perfect excuses to be able to punish Jesse later on. So most of the times, Walter patiently puts up with his silly little fights, until he’s gathered enough internal rage to be able to let out on him. He can feel that that threshold is about to be reached when his mind wanders off to forbidden fantasies about Jesse being at his mercy here in the middle of nowhere, where he’ll inevitably be dependent on him to be able to get back due to his poor orientation skills. Walter chuckles, sitting down on a nearby rock to adjust his pants, that are suddenly feeling very uncomfortable around the crotch area.

After a few minutes of Jesse being out of sight, he returns, obviously with a huge attitude. “Alright. What is it, Walt?”, he asks, sitting down next to him on the rock. He notices the situation going on between his ex teacher’s legs, but decides it’d be for the best to not address it for now. In the end, he knows Walter can be very sadistic with his punishments, and leaving him to fend for himself in this desert for a few days wouldn’t even be considered moderately extreme in his books.

They both know their relationship is probably one of the most toxic ones out there. They constantly fight, suck at communication, and still depend on each other on way more levels than they’d be willing to admit. Walter is married, but he gets something from Jesse that his wife could never give him: fulfilling the most twisted fantasies in his head. While he wouldn’t dare to even as much as hurt Skyler’s feelings, the thought of tossing Jesse around the room and leaving his body covered in bruises and scars is the hottest thing imaginable to him. Similarly, while Jesse can’t seem to be able to hold a relationship for longer than two weeks, his relationship with Walter enables him to live out his fantasies without having to pay prostitutes like he used to do. And the fact that Walter is this older, married man is just an added bonus. Skyler is Walter’s weak spot, and he gets really defensive whenever Jesse brings up the fact that he’s cheating on her with him. Which, conveniently, just fuels Walter’s roughness on Jesse, who therefore sometimes provokes him with it solely to get just that reaction.

“Skyler is…getting suspicious. I’m afraid she’ll find out about the whole situation sooner or later”, Walter finally says. Jesse shakes his head. “Too bad she doesn’t have any proof, huh? There’s no way she could know, we’ve been so careful-“
“No you dumbass, I’m not talking about fucking you”, he interrupts. “You know her brother in law is involved with the police. Specialized in…shit to do with drugs.”
Jesse just sits there in silence for a bit, feeling slightly stupid about assuming it was about their affair.
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh. What’d you think I took you here for? To talk to you, in a place where I know for a fact they can’t spy on us.” They both know that’s bullshit.
“Oh, alright”, Jesse mumbles, his hand slowly creeping towards Walter’s thigh.
“The fuck are you doing?”, he shouts, grabbing him by the wrist and shoving him off the rock. Jesse lands on the floor, scraping his knee on a smaller rock. He looks up at Walter, who now has that sick smile of his on his face. The smile that signals things are going to get very intense very soon. It’s almost intimidating to think about what’s going on behind that face of his.
“You little whore”, he chuckles and promptly spits down on Jesse. “Using any situation to get what you want, huh? I’ll show you what you get for being such a needly little slut.”
He jumps down from his throne to kneel next to Jesse’s head, who’s secretly celebrating the moment. Finally. The last time he got this treatment was ages ago.
The teacher grabs him by the hair and pulls him up into a standing position.
“Clothes off”, he orders, to which Jesse promptly obliges. He decides he wants to provoke Walter even more by taking his merry time to take off his clothes in a painfully slow manner, giving him his best grin the entire time. He’s more than prepared when the first slap hits his face, leaving a good burning sensation on his cheek. Walter roughly pulls him in by his shirt to take matters into his own hands and rip it off him, then doing the same with the rest of his clothes.
“There we go”, he mumbles, satisfied with his work. He stuffs Jesse’s clothes in his own backpack, to give him the extra humiliation of having to ask for them back later.
“Break off a branch of that bush and give it to me”, he orders, and Jesse, again, obliges. He chooses a long, wobbly stick and hands it over.

Walter slowly walks a few rounds around him, eying him from every direction, taking in the view, and thinking of all the ways he’d destroy his pretty little body in just a moment.
He stops right infront of his face, looking directly into his eyes before Jesse breaks the eye contact by looking down at his feet. Walter knows he wants it too, desperately. He strokes the spot on his cheek where he’d just slapped him, giving him a fake look of pity.
“Aw, did that hurt?”, he says, tracing his cheek.
Jesse looks up at him. He can feel Walter’s nose lightly touching his forehead. “Nope”, he grins, knowing what consequences that answer will bring with it.

The way Jesse looks up at him with big blue eyes and that cute grin of his, helplessly standing there infront of him, drives Walter crazy. He knows Jesse thinks he’s being really smug and annoying right now, but quite in the contrary, he’s just adorable. And that makes Walter want to beat him up even more.
He twists the long twig in his hand, his hand still on Jesse’s cheek. He starts slightly pinching the spot, then hardens his grip until he hears a little whimper.
“I thought it didn’t hurt?”, he says, still holding eye contact the entire time. Jesse is still looking up at him, holding back tears at the pressure on his face. It’s ironic how low his pain tolerance is. He doesn’t say anything.
“I said I thought it didn’t hurt?”, Walter repeats himself, now pressing even harder. Jesse’s cheek is glowing red around his grip. He gasps, a single tear rolling down his face. “It does”, he whimpers quietly. Satisfied at the answer, Walter loosens his grip just a little bit. “Do you want me to stop?”, Walter asks in a slightly warmer tone. No matter how unusual their dynamic is and how much he’s turned on by Jesse’s whimpers, he still does care about him. And he’d never do anything he wasn’t okay with.

“Never”, Jesse says with a determined look in his face. Walter knows from experience that this is his cue to go on. “Good”, he whispers.
He lets go of his cheek, bends down to meet him at eye-level, and licks over Jesse’s lips. “Face the rock”, he whispers against his lips. Jesse does as he was told and supports himself with his hands on the rock. He knows what’s coming, and he desperately wants it.

The first hit is nothing compared to what they’ve been through before. The twig is skinny and bendy, perfect for this kind of use. Jesse knows the hits are only going to get harder from now on, so he adjusts his feet in a way he won’t fall down from the impact.
Walter takes his time before he finally swings the stick again, the knowledge that Jesse has no way of knowing when exactly the next hit will come is unexplainably hot to him. The stick causes a sharp sound as it hits his companion’s back. He’s satisfied to see a slight red line forming.

He had searched for a long time before he decided to bring his lover to this exact spot. It is far away from any civilization, far enough to stay unnoticed, and the possibility of someone stumbling upon them being near non existent. And, even though nobody would see them here anyways, the place lies out in the open, giving them a sense of exposure.

He hits him again, this time on the ass. Jesse lets out a moan at the impact, another thin line forming on his skin. Walter repeats this process for a few times, until he feels like he can’t hold back the pleasure anymore. He throws the stick away, feeling the sudden urge to touch Jesse himself again.

He slaps his ass again, this time leaving a bright red mark in the form of his hand. His skin is hot against Walter’s hand as he grabs him by the hair and pulls him up towards himself, his back arching against his chest.
“You’re so fucking hot like this”, Walter groans into Jesse’s ear, making him get goosebumps all over, even though it’s extremely hot where they’re standing under the sun.
Jesse finds himself shamelessly grinding against Walter now, out of his mind from all the lust. He cries out when Walter pulls back and chuckles, leaving Jesse deprived of his touch again.
“You’re one desperate whore, huh?”, he chuckles. Jesse starts full on crying now, not daring to turn around to face him. He feels humiliated in the best and worst way possible. He just wants to feel Walter in every way possible, in his mouth, on his skin, inside of him.
He knows he’s just a product for his pleasure. He knows Walter will just go home after this, home to his loving wife whom he loves to. And Jesse will be left alone again. As always.

His eyes rip open when he suddenly feels something enter him without a warning, something warm, but way too small to be what he wished for it to be. He lets out a happy gasp when he realizes what Walter is doing.
“You like that?”, Walter whispers in his ear, grabbing Jesse’s throat from behind and pressing his face against the rock he’s leaning on.
“Mhm- yeah”, Jesse says in response, now back to the euphoric feeling of absolute pleasure as Walter moves his finger around, soon adding more. Jesse starts moving his hips against him again, eager to be filled up even more.
“You’re such an impatient brat”, Walter mumbles, pulling his hand out of him. Jesse feels desperate, he wants him to go on. Last time he felt Walter was way too long ago, and he’s been craving the feeling every single day since then. He wants him so badly it hurts.
“Walt, please…”
“Mr. White”, Walter corrects.
“Mr. White.”
“Yeah?”
“I just-” He swallows, then adds a quiet “please”.
Walter pauses, letting Jesse wait impatiently for him to say something. He wants it too, obviously, but he hasn’t decided on if he wants to give him what he wants just yet. But then again, it would be way too pleasurable of an experience to miss, especially in this setting.
“I don’t know if you deserve it”, he says, trying to sound as if he was still thinking about it.
“I’ll be good, Mr. White. Really. Please, just this one time.” Jesse can’t believe how far he’s sunken, and he absolutely knows he’ll be embarrassed of this moment later on. But that doesn’t matter to him right now.
Without a warning, Walter pushes himself into him with one thrust, making Jesse’s hands slip from the rock, which sends him him to crashing against the rock with his chest. Walter is holding his neck, which keeps him from completely falling on the ground. He lets out a high pitched sound of pleasure, while Walter’s breathing just gets heavier. He starts violently thrusting in and out, just like he knows Jesse likes it. They’ve done it often enough for Walter to have learned Jesse’s limits, especially in regards to when he’s ready to take him, and how rough he can be before it starts to actually injure him.
“Oh my god”, Jesse gasps between breaths, his entire body being shaken back and forth by Walter. He picks up his pace even more, making Jesse’s legs shake to a point where he can’t hold himself up anymore.

Walter notices, grabs him by the wrists from behind and pulls him away from the rock, pulls out of him, and practically throws him onto the sandy floor on his belly. He then proceeds to enter him yet again, pushing in even harder now. Jesse lets out a loud “fuck”, followed by other cries and inaudible sounds. Walter supports himself with one hand on the floor, while the other one is pressing down on Jesse’s head, making him lie with his cheek on the ground.
“You’re such a pathetic mess right now, you know that?”, he whispers into Jesse’s ear.

Jesse doesn’t last long, all the built up anticipation combined with Walter hitting all the right spots bring him to the edge in a matter of just a few minutes. The jealousy about Walter’s wife from earlier quickly turns into a wild fantasy in his head, picturing Walter fucking his wife right after him. She’d be blissfully unaware of what Walter had been doing behind his back for months now, that he had a lover, and what kinds of things he’d done to him. He knows he can give Walter something his wife can’t, and that feeling makes him feel powerful, euphoric even, knowing that he still had something to offer that his pathetic wife didn’t even know shit about.
He always feels bad about these thoughts later on, and he would never tell anyone, especially not Walter. But in this moment, that imagination in combination with the exposed feeling of fucking outside, being completely at Walter’s mercy, and of course feeling him deep inside himself, cause Jesse to not be able to hold back anymore. He cums with one last, and loud, scream, tears rushing down his face and dripping into the sand.

Walter grabs him by the hair and pulls him up towards himself. “I’m still not done with you”, he whispers, then grabs Jesse by the waist and keeps fucking him. The motions of his hips are accompanied by his hands moving Jesse towards and away from himself like a human fleshlight, which he just lets happen. Soon he feels Walter’s load filling him up, before he finally pulls out and allows Jesse to turn around and face him for the first time since they started. Jesse isn’t surprised to see that Walter is still fully clothed, except for his dick being exposed of course. He quickly pulls up his zipper and stands up, leaving Jesse just lying there, a panting, crying mess. Another bit of subtle humiliation.

“Get up”, Walter says in a sober tone, as if all that just didn’t happen. “We’re going.”
Jesse gets up, legs still slightly shaking. He looks at Walter helplessly, who understands the unsaid question.
“No”, he says, “you’ll get your clothes when we’re back.” With that he swings his backpack onto his shoulder, turns away and just starts walking. Jesse hurries after him, cum dripping out his ass and his chest covered in a mixture of sand and his own mess from before.

They eventually get closer and closer to civilization, Jesse getting more and more tensed up. The possibility of being caught like this is getting higher with every step.  But he doesn’t dare ask for his clothes back, and he wouldn’t want to either. He likes the sheer risk of the situation.

At some point Walter stops in his tracks and hands Jesse his clothes. He watches in silence as he puts them on, then walks over to him and gives him a little kiss. Jesse is taken by surprise at the gesture, but he gladly lets it happen.

“You did a good job.”

In his head, Jesse imagines him adding an “I wish my wife was more like you”, or just anything that’d make him feel superior than what he is in reality.

“Thanks”, he says.