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The fingers pushing inside mercilessly probed the tight, heated hole.
His body, clenched shut, was forcibly pried open, and as the clinging inner walls were pressed down, a second finger slid in.
The pain finally broke Ben, his voice trembling with tears.
“I-It hurts! Stop!”
The invasive sensation drilling into him was overwhelming.
The slippery fingers, their joints vividly felt, were already too much—but then Haimar scissored them apart to stretch him wider.
The shame of being forced open, his entrance twitching helplessly, shattered the last of his restraint. Tears spilled over.
“What a pretty color.”
“D-Don’t say things like that… I’m so embarrassed I could die…”
“You’ll be doing far more embarrassing things soon.”
The stretched hole glistened a moist, flushed pink.
Every brush of Haimar’s fingertips made it quiver, and as his fingers spread and pressed together again, the wrinkled entrance twitched frantically.
It was still tight, but enough to allow a third finger.
“Ngh—”
Haimar didn’t hesitate.
The moment the third finger pushed in, Ben’s body jerked reflexively, his back arching.
His hips tensed on their own, and he wished he could just give up.
This wasn’t something willpower could endure.
Some things were beyond human limits—and this was one of them.
“I-I can’t— Ah! D-Don’t spread them…!”
“Bear with it. I’ll make you feel good soon.”
The voice melting against his ear was sweet as cotton candy, but it did nothing to soothe the throbbing pain below.
The fingers stretching him open made his rim burn, and with every breath, he swore he could feel air slipping in and out—so bizarre it made his skin crawl.
“It doesn’t… Hng… feel good at all…!”
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he writhed, his already torn shirt now soaked with sweat.
He felt like he’d been tricked by a scammer.
Where in this torture was the ‘feeling good’ part?!
Just as Ben, unable to take it anymore, raised a trembling hand to shove Haimar away—
“Hah—!”
Lightning struck his mind.
W-What… was that? That sensation just now—
“Your sweet spot’s a little deeper.”
“W-Wait, something just… Hah!”
Haima’s slow, amused voice sent a shiver down his spine.
His face, smiling faintly, was unnerving.
Before Ben could process the dizzying sensation, Haimar’s fingers—no longer careful—plunged deeper without restraint.
“T-That’s weird… Ah! N-No, stop! Ngh!”
Every time Haimar’s fingers pressed there, white sparks burst behind Ben’s eyelids.
His limp cock gradually stiffened, and helpless tears welled up.
His inner walls clenched on their own, betraying him with every touch.
“You’re surprisingly sensitive for a first-timer. You like this spot?”
“I-It’s weird… Hah… S-Stop…!”
“I’ll teach you slowly. Memorize it.”
This is strange.
Too strange. I’m going to lose it.
He needed time to steady himself, but Haimar’s fingers were relentless.
Overwhelmed by sensations he’d never felt before, Ben’s vision flickered like embers catching fire.
“Hah! D-Don’t… Ah…!”
His hips jerked on their own.
Haimar deliberately pressed that spot again, then traced circles around it, whispering to the tear-streaked Ben:
“Not here.”
“N-No more…!”
His fingertips glided teasingly past the prostate, drawing slow, maddening circles.
“Definitely not here.”
“Ngh—D-Don’t press…!”
“A little firmer… Here. Remember it.”
“Hih—!”
Haimar hooked his fingers, stretching the entrance before thrusting back in—hard—like flipping a switch.
The sudden pressure on his prostate sent a violent wave of pleasure crashing over Ben, so intense it bordered on unbearable.
His cock, now fully erect, dripped steadily against his stomach.
He didn’t understand.
This bizarre, full-body sensation was foreign, the sounds escaping his throat didn’t feel like his own—yet his body reacted faster than his mind could protest.
“Hah… Ngh…”
Even without direct stimulation, his hole twitched restlessly, as if craving more.
The lingering tingling sensation made his inner walls clench around Haimar’s fingers, as if begging on their own.
Haima, too, was at his limit.
He wanted to shatter Ben’s wavering reason, push him to the edge, and torment him until he begged for release.
But even he, usually so controlled, found his restraint fraying.
Schlick—
When he pulled his slick fingers free, the stretched hole quivered obscenely, struggling to close.
Shifting his gaze to Ben’s face, he found the man flushed red, his teary green eyes glazed and his parted lips gasping for air.
Haimar kissed him, and Ben’s limp arms barely managed to clutch his shoulders.
Just like yesterday… This man was too sweet.
Haimar wasn’t one for sugary things, yet Ben was addictive in a way he couldn’t resist.
Like savoring a hidden jar of honey.
Freeing himself from his pants, Haimar pressed his thick, burning length against Ben’s slick entrance.
The younger man flinched like a startled animal, his wide eyes darting down—only to freeze at the sight of what now rested between his thighs.
“N-No… Don’t put it in…!”
“It won’t fit. It’s definitely not going in, I swear!”
Ben’s wavering eyes locked with Haimar’s, burning with an unyielding resolve that left no room for compromise.
Desperate, Ben pushed against Haimar’s chest with his shoulder and bandaged arm, his fingers trembling at the sheer size of what he was up against.
A baseless fear swelled inside him—his body might split in two before it even gets in—but no matter how hard he shoved, his resistance was futile against Haimar, who was already pressing insistently at his entrance.
“Ngh—ah! Stop, it hurts…!”
With a firm push, the thickest part of Haimar’s length breached him, stretching him wide.
Though somewhat loosened, the tightness was still unbearable—the rim strained taut, and the slow but relentless invasion made it feel like he was being torn apart.
It hurts. It really hurts.
The searing pain came in relentless waves.
Why did I agree to this?
He had done it for him, but that didn’t make the agony any easier to bear.
He could handle cuts or bruises—those were familiar—but this?
This was something else entirely.
His body, tense and overwhelmed, betrayed him, his erection wilting as tears welled up again.
“Shh. Be good, okay?”
Haima’s lips brushed against Ben’s damp eyelids as he whimpered.
Even Haimar was struggling—Ben’s tightness was almost too much—but first, he needed Ben to relax.
If he stayed this tense, nothing would work.
“Hng—ah!”
Light, feathery kisses rained down on Ben’s face—his eyelids, the bridge of his nose, the corner of his lips—like a soothing drizzle.
But inside, Haimar’s length remained, stretching him mercilessly.
When Ben gasped, too overwhelmed to even breathe properly, Haimar pressed their lips together, sharing his breath.
“Relax.”
“I-It won’t… ngh—!”
No matter how much he tried, his hips wouldn’t unclench.
Still, Haimar pushed forward, spreading Ben’s legs wider and forcing the rest of himself in with a single, relentless thrust.
“Hah…”
A heated sigh escaped Haimar’s lips.
Ben’s insides were scorching, clenching around him so tightly it was almost suffocating.
When Haimar forced his fingers in to stretch him further, the flushed, quivering flesh inside was visible, glistening and strained.
“T-Too… full…”
Ben unconsciously touched his own stomach, half-convinced it might burst from the overwhelming pressure.
But Haimar, after a tender kiss, slowly pulled out, dragging his burning length along Ben’s oversensitive walls.
“Haah… We’re just getting started.”
“D-Don’t move! Not yet—ah! Ngh!”
Even as Haimar withdrew, Ben’s inner walls clung to him desperately, as if unwilling to let go.
And when Haimar thrust back in, the slick heat swallowed him whole, making Ben writhe with a choked cry.
The sensation was too vivid—every ridge, every movement—and Ben could only squirm, his back arching helplessly.
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