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eagerness.
    Flooding
with pleasure, pressure building behind my eyes, in my balls, I
shuddered through a moan. It was so simple for him to take away my
worries. He replaced my thoughts with flames, with glowing energy
that threatened to burst.
    By
the time Kris pushed his thumb harder on my asshole, I was rocking my
hips like a creature in heat. The wetness of his own saliva made it
smooth. Almost accidentally, as I gyrated backwards in my wanton
thrusts, he dug his finger deep inside of me. “Ah!” I
gasped, closing my eyes tight. I'd never had anything in me, not even
as an experiment.
    He
was stretching me only slightly, hardly moving at all. For my virgin
entrance, it was like being massaged from the inside. I was acutely
aware of everything he did. I couldn't turn off the part of me that
was both excited and humiliated by what was happening.
    Another
man was jerking me off, someone who was burying a thumb in my
asshole. Most of all, I burned at the realization it was driving me
wild. Whimpering, I slid forward into his squeezing fist, then back
onto his probing thumb. No matter where I went, Kris had a hold of
me.
    “ Good,”
he said, the word almost growled. Leaning into me, Kris's body heat
came off in waves. He was losing his control, desperately wanting to
let himself loose on my body. “You're doing so good .
Relax a bit more, there.” Swirling his finger in me, he
explored my inner walls. I rippled, clenched him, then again as he
chuckled. “Fuck, you're tight, Jack.”
    I
was boiling, my balls heavy with their need to cum. Kris slid out of
me, eliciting a moan. I
sound like a whore. He's making me insane! Again,
I heard him spitting. Two fingers made tiny swirls over the bundle of
nerves on my rear. Then, with less preparation than the first time,
he pushed them in. They were much bigger, sending quivers of delight
to my brain. In Kris's grip, my cock surged. I'd never felt so... so full .
He was controlling me, taking the parts he wanted, making them his.
    Together
we rocked, his fingers worming away. He curled them, stroking deeply.
I couldn't bite my tongue or block my cries. Sobbing, panting, I hung
my head and endured the maddening pleasure. Each stroke of my prick
stole my identity. Every pump of his fingers in my ass bared me more
to him. Kris would decided what slices of me to keep. The rest, he'd
already shown he could easily mold.
    “ Oh,
fuck,” I mumbled, mouth hanging open. I could feel the tingles
of orgasm, especially when he reached down, cupping my sack. If he
kept going, I knew I'd be a screaming mess, twitching on his digits
and cumming over his hand. I'd
said I wouldn't do this, I said I'd fight.
    Why
did I want to fight?
    Kris
yanked his fingers out of me, causing me to shout in surprised
distress. How could he fucking do that to me, just when I'd started to become addicted to the feeling?
Turning my head, snarling and ready to yell at him, I never got so
far. He coiled his grip into my hair, smashing my cheek hard on the
wall. The sound, the violence, the pure animal rage... it shut me up.
    “ Don't
be so greedy,” he admonished me. The low burn in his voice was
the red and black of dying coals. “I can't be patient any
longer, I need to fuck you. God, do I ever need to fuck you, Jack.”
    I
was one giant shiver.
    Plump,
far bigger than his fingers, the slippery tip of his cock prodded my
hole. Like he expected me to struggle, he kept one hand buried in my
hair, holding me against the wall. He let my manhood go, leaving me
even more unsatisfied. I was glad, though. It meant he was more
careful, guiding himself with his hand into my saturated asshole.
    I
knew how big he was, I'd sucked him off last night. He'd hurt my jaw,
how could I ever fit him in my sphincter? Happy to show me, Kris sank
in further, spreading me to the point of burning pain. It was sharp
as a knife, digging in my guts. Still he kept entering me, the ridge
of his head popping past my ring of muscle. It was as if