10. Ten
Ten
“ W hat's happening?” I gasped. I felt so full I didn't even know how I could talk.
I tried shifting my ass, spreading my knees, adjusting to the full force of his meaty hand inside me, but I couldn’t do anything to escape. I wanted to be filled, and this was more than I could have imagined.
Deeper and deeper he pushed, his fingers speared, reaching farther than his cock ever had. My mouth was frozen in a permanent O, shock pounding through me as he crept inside.
My vision was going again, my ears ringing as I was so painfully aware of his fist in my ass that nothing else existed.
His hand was at least twice as thick as his cock, and his arm hair rubbed against my ass with every inch.
And then he started to move.
It wasn’t like the rough thrusts of his cock. It was slow, so slow that I could feel each of his fingers splitting me open. The more he pushed, the more my asshole spread, until I was straining around the hard muscle of his forearm.
I was going to collapse. I knew fucking him was going to take me out of the game tomorrow, and I'd already committed. But was I even going to be able to walk again after this?
I leaned forward, as if I could somehow avoid his giant hand by moving away from him.
My nipples ground against the coarse surface of the couch as my hips lowered, my sensitive cock head hitting the cushion too. It brought some relief from the overwhelming pressure that had my eyes popping out of my head.
He eased his hand back, the strain shrinking slightly as the bump on his wrist met the inside of my asshole. And then he did the thing I hoped and feared he was going to do.
He made a fist.
And all the pressure and the silence which had built around me snapped. Aiden sighed as he pushed back inside me, and there was no stopping me.
A deep scream tore from me as he glided down into my ass.
“Look at you, taking a whole fucking fist. Your first cock, your first fist. What else is your ass going to take?” He laughed as my whole body shuddered. “How about I get my cell mates to come over and fuck you? Their cocks are just as big as mine. You could suck on my cock while both of them fuck you in the ass. I'd love to see how your sweet ass would make them lose control.”
I groaned in reply. I didn't want anyone but Aiden fucking me. Even though my cock twitched at the thought of having so much inside me, one guy like Aiden was enough.
He twisted his hand just enough to make me scream again. “You're clenching so hard around my arm, pretty boy. You like that, then? You like the idea of two strangers sticking their dicks in you?”
“You—” I gasped as he drew back his hand.
“What?”
“I just want your cock. I want your cock in my hole. I want you filling me,” I babbled as his fist picked up the pace.
“Fuck, Connor. If you say stuff like that, I'm not going to be able to stop fucking you. I'll need to lock you up and train you so all you're good for is taking my cum.”
I whimpered as he pressed slowly into me again. How was I meant to survive this? Everything was so full and extreme, and I swear I'd melt under the size of his forearm stretching me, but each push kept getting better.
I was grunting and groaning like an animal as I shook my ass for him.
“God, your ass is so fucking greedy. I’ve never met anyone as hungry as you are.”
There was a pool of drool building by the side of my mouth and dripping onto the pillow. It spread out as I bucked and moaned, staining my cheek, and mixing with my falling tears, but I didn’t care. I was so far from caring about anything apart from keeping him inside me.
I could hear myself screaming, but it was so far away I didn’t even know what was happening.
He leaned forward, his fist so deep inside me that I had to raise my shuddering hips to follow the length of his arm.
Suddenly, he wasn't only sitting back and watching my ass. He was over me again, the heat from his thick body blending with mine as his stomach rubbed the spot against my back where his hand used to be.
He used his other hand to grab the back of my head.
I couldn't breathe. He was pushing my face so hard into the pillow I gasped for air while choking out my moans.
Everything was so intense, and my whole body was on high alert. All I could feel was his fist and my lungs fighting for air.
And then he released my head. I shot up, dragging in a desperate breath. And the world came flooding back right as he pulled his fist all the way to the edge of my ass.
I clenched the pillow between both hands, holding it against me. At least I had something to cling to as he ruined me.
I screamed again as he pushed himself back in and a sob flew from me as he unfurled his hand. Before I could even guess what he was going to do, his fingers were stroking my insides.
And the moment his fingertip hit me just right, any last thread of control I thought I had vanished instantly.
“Aiden. Aiden. Hang on—Aiden! Oh God. I'm gonna—”
“That's right, pretty boy. Come for me again.”
He knew he found it. He pressed down hard. Stroking and stroking that spot until the pleasure became so strong my whole body spasmed.
I cried out, my whole world shattering as he picked up speed, bending his arm so he could stroke with four fingers.
He stroked me so fast I came straight away, stuffing my face back into the pillow as I whimpered.
But he kept going, forcing me on. He wouldn't stop even though I’d already come.
I lifted my head as tears stained my cheeks. “Please, Aiden. I can’t take any more.”
“Don’t worry. You will. We’ve got to train your ass. By the time your dad comes back, I’ll be able to fit so much in you, you’ll just be a walking hole for me to fuck.”
He pulled his arm back, his fist knocking inside me. I'd gone beyond trying to do anything. All I could do was sink into the pleasure burning through my body.
There was another hard burst of pressure as the ridge of his thumb slid out, followed by his knuckles.
Huge moans fell from both of us. “Fucking hell, Connor. Your ass is the best I’ve ever had,” he groaned as he pressed back in. “Do you think you could come again?”
“No,” I croaked. “I didn’t even know I could come this much.”
“But you’re doing such a good fucking job of coming. You deserve a reward for coming so well for me so far.”
From the grin on his face, I could tell what the reward would be. “I just need you to tell me—what do you like better, my fist or my cock?”
“I can’t…I don’t…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep doing it until you make a choice. Might take a few weeks, but I’ll get an answer out of you, eventually. And then I’ll have to do the opposite until you can’t decide all over again.” He bent down closer, his voice dropping a pitch. “Until you know how much of a little cocksleeve you really are.”
I sighed as he softly stroked my asshole. It unnerved me more how he was being quiet, not even laughing at me.
“Get up,” he snapped, whipping his hands away from me. I flinched at his sudden change of tone.
It felt as if my muscles were creaking as I moved. My ass was twitching non-stop, and my body had become a large, gaping channel.
“Can you stand?” He glared at me. I wasn’t going to let him get to me. I was going to show him I could take anything he threw at me.
“Just,” I winced, numb pain and stiffness burning through me as I pushed myself up on all fours.
“Good. Tell me if you can’t and we can see how well you ride me instead.”