[Noise is blocked behind his teeth from the blow, but he feels the smear of blood, warm against skin bruised and aching — and he also knows that it represents a line in the dirt between them based on discussions of scene parameters. He doesn't mind. How can he, when next he hears the telltale vulgar spit against his hole and the slick sound of Cy's tongue? He knows what is coming, although there is little to do but brace himself from the breach of three fingers, those knuckles stretching him to the brim of what he can stand in that moment. New, fresh pain blooms up his spine — this one deep inside of him, throbbing in his cock.
His thoughts scatter. For a time there is only sensation of being fucked open on nearly-dry fingers, of Cy's voice in his ears promising a mean reality that only makes him harder, makes him squirm at the suggestion of becoming nothing but a hole for the man to fill, to breed, to own and possess. He hears himself make a fragile sound, pushing his head down against the rug as he begins a litany of no, no, no — unable to free himself from the way he's held across Cy's lap.
That absolute robbery of autonomy and control is all it takes, in the end. He half-sobs into the plush fibers against his face, muffling it purposefully because he knows it will be loud otherwise, the orgasm so intense it grips his body like a vice. He feels the way his hole constricts around Cy's knuckles, so tight it makes the pain worse but he enjoys that, too, hot splash of seed spilling between thighs almost against his will.]
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Date: 2024-07-07 07:00 pm (UTC)His thoughts scatter. For a time there is only sensation of being fucked open on nearly-dry fingers, of Cy's voice in his ears promising a mean reality that only makes him harder, makes him squirm at the suggestion of becoming nothing but a hole for the man to fill, to breed, to own and possess. He hears himself make a fragile sound, pushing his head down against the rug as he begins a litany of no, no, no — unable to free himself from the way he's held across Cy's lap.
That absolute robbery of autonomy and control is all it takes, in the end. He half-sobs into the plush fibers against his face, muffling it purposefully because he knows it will be loud otherwise, the orgasm so intense it grips his body like a vice. He feels the way his hole constricts around Cy's knuckles, so tight it makes the pain worse but he enjoys that, too, hot splash of seed spilling between thighs almost against his will.]