Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
At least Pyro had the sense to use lots of lube, so when he grabbed Clover’s hips and drilled his thick cock in, the discomfort came more from the welts on his ass than from inside. Even though the first couple of seconds bordered on excruciating when Clover’s body resisted the rapid thrust.
“Boar might be a softie, but I’m not, Clo, so if you think the belt was the easy way out, you’ve got another thing coming,” Pyro whispered into Clover’s ear as he leaned over him and kicked his feet wider apart. He felt heavy, and his fresh, citrusy scent was just a reminder that this was Clover’s chore and had nothing to do with pleasure.
Clover choked down the yelp that threatened to leave his mouth and pressed his face harder to the smooth wood. He refused to answer. If that was what Pyro wanted from him, he could have it, but nothing more. All the suggestions that they could all have fun together and enjoy the ride rotted away. Those guys were like everyone else who’d used Clover in his life. They were not to be trusted, no matter how pretty their lies seemed.
So he clenched his teeth and held on to the table when Pyro’s brutal thrusts pushed the piece of furniture forward, his dick hitting a curve in the channel inside Clover and making his insides tremble with unwanted arousal. His whole body throbbed with heat, and keeping things locked inside his brain became much harder when Pyro’s fucking got into that frantic pace where moaning wasn’t an option but a requirement.
“That’s it. Can’t help loving the D, can you?” Pyro muttered as he continued at a relentless pace, kneading Clover’s ass as if it was dough.
Clover groaned, avoiding any eye contact, but when Pyro grabbed his dick, which stubbornly started to fill when his prostate kept getting punched over and over, he couldn’t stay still anymore. Bucking his hips, he got to his toes, wishing this would stop already so he could finish himself off in peace, so he wouldn’t have to participate anymore. But Pyro was intent on taking his time and vacated Clover’s hole, smacking his buttocks while twisting his hand over Clover’s hardening dick.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” Clover mewled, arching back in desperation. He hated what Pyro could do to him with his restless hands. Hated the involuntary nature of his orgasm building, despite the brutal assault on his ass.
“See, Tank? Baby boy wants more.”
Humiliation hit Clover like a wave of cement, but he couldn’t help it. He needed release, he needed something he couldn’t grasp at. Pyro stepped on Clover’s jeans that had pooled at his feet and forced one of Clover’s legs out of the pants, then up, so his knee rested on the table, leaving him spread open and standing on one leg.
His hair was everywhere. Like a white curtain protecting his face from being seen in its most naked, expressive state, but it couldn’t stop Clover from uttering a shamefully long moan when Pyro thrust into him again, all the way in, only to pull back. He followed this with a series of those same stabs, playing with Clover’s body as if he were a blow-up doll. And the worst thing was that each and every time that hot dick slammed in, the backs of Clover’s lids filled with stars and his balls tightened.
“Maybe you should fuck him too, Tank. For good measure. That’s what he’s for. He said it himself,” Pyro said cruelly, and grabbed Clover’s ass, scraping it with his nails.
Clover’s eyes watered, but he put all his willpower into keeping the tears from falling. Pyro teased Clover’s cock with slow strokes, and the pace was so unbearable Clover rocked back against Pyro’s cock in attempt to get off sooner.
“I’m good,” Tank said, as if Clover really did exist only for the enjoyment of these men.
“If we work you good, you’ll take two cocks one day,” Pyro whispered, pushing his lubed thumb into Clover’s hole, stretching it alongside his dick.
Clover shook at the humiliation of it, yet the image of two dicks sliding into his snug anus has been planted, and now he was stuck with it forever. He shouldn’t like any of this, yet here he was—struggling with arousal that didn’t make him happy at all. How the body could work against the mind was mystery.
There was something wrong with him.
Pyro’s thrusts became shallow, but the added pressure of the finger had Clover moaning and writhing until shame made tears finally spill down his face. Pyro pulled Clover up against his chest, steadying himself for the onslaught. Clover couldn’t help himself. He was barely gasping for air when he pushed his aching ass against a cock he resented.
If only he could orgasm, all of this torment would end.