FtF: Hunter/Thomas - 10/27
Hunter was impressed at how well Thomas was adjusting to one finger, especially with it supposedly being his first time. He could feel his digit move easily inside of Thomas, so he began to add in a second one. Hunter couldn’t let him get off so easy, so with his two fingers buried deep inside him, he brought his other hand down to smack him once more to make sure the slave knew his place. However, this time brought his hand down hard on the outside of Thomas’s thigh so that he had the pleasure of feeling the sharp sting of flesh on flesh in an area not already covered in bruises. While Hunter was in the process of slapping the slave’s leg, he crooked the fingers on his other hand to hopefully find the other boy’s prostrate at the exact time Hunter made contact with his thigh to help Thomas associate pleasure with pain. He then began to scissor his fingers until he felt that Thomas was loose enough to add in a third. Hunter - and more importantly, his dick - was losing patience though, and he decided that Thomas was prepped enough. He crooked his fingers one last time before pulling them out, grabbing the lube, and slicking up his cock. After he lined up his cock, he began to push in making sure to go slow enough that he didn’t rip open the slave but not enough to give him time to adjust.
Though he had been doing his best to try and keep relaxed around the one finger, he whimpered and bit his arm as a second squeezed through, just beginning to wonder if he could adjust to it when the smack made him muffle a cry and clench around the fingers. There was an odd feeling of Hunter’s fingers moving inside of him, seeking something that made his leg jerk under him but he found it was not in an unpleasant way, even if his muscles around the fingers felt a little sore from clenching on the bony, unforgiving fingers. He sighed out as the fingers were removed, thinking he would get a short break from all of that when he felt something much larger push against him, feeling the pressure of it as it forced him to stretch around it. His jaw was agape as he tried to decide if it hurt more or just felt quite unlike anything else. His own cock was impossibly hard so he knew he couldn’t hate all of this, even i it was overwhelming him and confusing his senses as it made him whine.
