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At Haimar’s prodding, Ben tightly shut his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and took the glans in.
Just the glans alone filled his mouth, making it hard to swallow saliva.
But feeling he had to do something, he tried to accommodate more of the shaft into his right cheek and worked his tongue to lick it.
“Don’t clench your teeth.”
Smack.
A light slap on his buttocks made Ben jolt and curl his body.
Was this why he took my pants off?!
With his mouth full of cock, he couldn’t retort, so Ben rolled his tongue diligently, like sucking on candy, to avoid clenching his teeth.
Saliva pooled under his tongue, and the excess spilled past his lips, streaming down the shaft in rivulets.
“Open your throat more and try to take it in. As much as you can.”
Following the kind instruction, delivered while Haimar kneaded his buttocks to his heart’s content, Ben had no choice but to swallow Haimar’s cock as far as he could.
But even trying to swallow it deep was an effort only by Ben’s standards; objectively, he couldn’t even take half, and it was utterly miserable.
‘How am I supposed to get this all the way down my throat and suck it? I’m not a vacuum cleaner.’
He didn’t even know what ‘opening your throat’ meant.
If he swallowed this whole, he probably wouldn’t be able to breathe.
No, beyond breathing, nausea welled up, and Ben gagged.
“Hoo, that’s right.”
Oblivious to his pace, Haimar’s cock slammed into him, its head jabbing deep against the back of Ben’s throat, and tears began to stream from his eyes unbidden.
As he pulled back slightly, gagging, the glans this time rubbed insistently against his soft palate.
The peculiar sensation was eerily similar to the way Haimar’s fingers had been scraping against him earlier, and a strange feeling twisted in Ben’s gut.
“Ah… Ugh.”
His breath hitched, blocked in his throat, and his mind went blank from the infuriating, crushing movements of Haimar’s hips.
The rough cock scraped against his throat and the roof of his mouth until it felt like the entire inside of his mouth was being stripped raw.
Maybe Ben had initiated the movement at first, but now Haimar was almost entirely in control.
“Hh… St… Stop….”
His tongue and jaw, held open for so long, had gone numb.
His initial thought of ‘let’s just get this over with’ had long since vanished.
Losing confidence that he could last until Haimar finished, Ben desperately forced the words out.
But they didn’t reach Haimar’s ears.
He only growled low in response.
“Not bad at all.”
Haimar let out a small, satisfied sigh and gently stroked Ben’s buttocks.
In terms of sheer skill, there was no question it was abysmal, but that didn’t matter.
He was far more satisfied by the pleasant, rising tremor that started from his toes—a feeling that had nothing to do with technique.
For that reason alone, Haimar poured his release deep into Ben’s throat.
“Gack! Ghk—!”
The briny taste flooding his mouth made Ben jackknife upward.
He’d reflexively swallowed some of the come and now choked on it, coughing incessantly.
Semen had splattered across his lips and chest, but calming his cough was his first priority.
If he’d been sitting on the floor instead of lying face down on the sofa, he would have had his face held in place, forced to swallow every last drop.
But before his coughing had even subsided, and without a single word asking if he was okay, a completely different sensation assaulted him.
“Agh—!”
A finger, slick with ointment, invaded his hole without warning.
“Hh, you said… you wouldn’t… there… Yht—!”
The plump, swollen entrance clung stickily to Haimar’s finger, pulling it in.
Against Ben’s will, his lower body seemed to beg for more, clenching tightly around the intruding finger as a hot thrill shot through his lower stomach.
Flustered, Ben desperately tried to push himself up to stop Haimar, but instead, the man only rotated his wet finger, scouring his inner walls.
“Ha, I still want to be inside you.”
Even after his release, Haimar’s voice, now deeper and more viscous, slowly seeped into Ben.
The more he stimulated the taut, resilient inner walls, the more Ben’s flagging arousal steadily regained its strength.
Haimar pulled his finger out, then pushed back in with two, relentlessly pressing and prodding the spot that made Ben see stars, making room in the tight passage.
“D…Don’t… Nngh! Ah, Hhaat!”
A wave of pleasure made his thighs tremble violently.
Heat rose from his spine, overheating his brain and making his nipples tingle.
If the pleasure from his nipples being touched was like popping candy fizzing and crackling, then having his back hole violated was like his body melting away.
A far thicker, deeper pleasure was threatening to swallow him whole.
“Will you let me in? Hmm?”
Having slipped out from under him, Haimar now lifted only Ben’s hips and whispered gently by his ear.
He nibbled on the earlobe, leaving yet another mark on his nape.
Though the hand pinning his back down didn’t use much force, Ben found himself powerless to resist.
“N…Nooo… Hhik… Please, yht, ngh!”
The progression from two fingers to three was as natural as flowing water.
If Haimar was intent on getting them in, Ben’s hole opened up obediently, swallowing them greedily.
The inner walls, slippery with ointment, eagerly made way, guiding the fingers deeper in its desperation.
Perhaps because it had been fucked so much before, his prostate was swollen, bulging prominently to announce its presence.
In fact, no matter where Haimar rubbed nearby, Ben was soon busy shedding tears.
“D-Don’t rub… Nn, Yht! There…!”
“Why? It feels good when I press here, doesn’t it?”
Ben shuddered, unable to bear the pleasure from the movement that insistently massaged the firm patch of his prostate inside.
Yet the fingers followed him relentlessly, refusing to let go, making his whole body tingle and his vision whiten.
Not stopping there, the long, slender fingers pushed in fiercely, as if driving in to the knuckle, then pulled out until only the tips remained.
In that state, he spread all three fingers apart, mercilessly stretching the entrance open.
“Agh…! D…Don’t spread it…!”
Held open by the fingers, the gaping hole felt cavernous; with every breath, he could feel his own entrance flutter obscenely.
Inside the dizzyingly open, empty hole, the inner walls glistened, revealing glimpses of reddened flesh.
The entrance, beginning to melt into slackness and gleaming with ointment, clung tenaciously to the three fingers despite its swollen, stretched rim.
Haimar didn’t stop there, playfully repeating the motion of opening and closing his fingers, stretching the hole wider each time.
Before Ben knew it, a fourth finger was forced in, finally wrenching a sob from him again.
“Ha… stop…. I c…can’t…. Huu, I said no… I said no…”
“You’re taking four of my fingers. Saying it won’t go in doesn’t make sense.”
His insides were being stretched and squeezed, thrown into chaos, and Ben jolted incessantly from the overwhelming sensation.
When he twisted his hips, trying to withstand the excessive pleasure, one deliberate press against his prostate rendered all his efforts meaningless.
Pre-cum dribbled from his twitching, angry cock.
“Just let me. I’ll be gentle.”
Did his permission even mean anything in the first place?
When Haimar had no intention of stopping.
Half frustration, half resentment towards his own body being swallowed by the tidal wave of pleasure, Ben sobbed, tears falling in drops as he panted.
Lying face down on the sofa, his tears mingled with his hair, leaving his face a mess.
Unaware of his turmoil, Haimar incessantly covered his cheeks and the corners of his eyes with kisses, whispering sweet nothings.
Even his soft, drawn-out breaths were sweet.
“You’ll be good for me, right?”
How was he supposed to refuse when he was being coaxed like that…!
The fingers teasing his hole disappeared, and Haimar flipped Ben’s prone body over.
With a tenderness that felt almost affectionate, he gently peeled away the gauze on Ben’s neck—soaked through with tears despite not being on long—and soothingly stroked him.
Then, despite the lingering briny taste of semen in Ben’s mouth, Haimar pressed their lips together, slowly sweeping his tongue over the raw, abraded roof of Ben’s mouth.
“Hhuuk…”
Ben swallowed a ragged breath, a string of saliva still connecting their tongues.
The suddenly empty hole gaped open, clamoring to be filled.
He was on the verge of being completely overcome, but keeping his knees clamped together was his last act of will.
Of course, it would be useless if Haimar decided to use force, but he seemed to treat this as a kind of game.
“Shall I open them, or will you do it yourself, Ben?”
Unfortunately, the option to not spread his legs wasn’t on the table.
Ben knew that behind the gentle question, asked while holding his tightly closed knees, lurked a beast ready to devour him whole.
The fact that Haimar’s cock, already regaining its strength, was now insistently rubbing against his cleft was proof this was only a matter of time.
But even so, he was determined to assert one condition.
“…Yht, just once… and then it’s over…”
“Do you really think I’d manage that?”
Trying to calm his frantically beating heart, Ben barely managed to snap back.
If he said ‘just once’ and then tried any tricks, Ben really wouldn’t let it slide.
They say the one who loves more loses, but he didn’t want to lose any more than he already had.
Truth be told, there was nothing left to lose; this was just his attempt to salvage some last shred of pride.
It was all because Hoaphilen’s words surfaced in his mind, stirring up the quiet in his head.
And because he knew that if he didn’t even do this, every time he saw Haimar—who would undoubtedly become even more indulgent with him afterwards—he would only fall for him even harder.
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