“Baby,please.” Goldie groaned as he became keenly aware that Day’s knuckles were pushing up against his hole now. All four of Day’s fingers were inside of Goldie, pointed like a spear and thrusting hard.
“No,” Day replied firmly. “Not yet.”
Goldie shouted, a cry of frustration and overstimulated bliss. Day’s thumb was slipping in and out now too, and still Goldie’s hole would not allow Day’s knuckles to pass. There was new pain, a deep burn as his already stretched asshole fought to open up even more, and Goldie was a squirming mess.
If he held on to the rung of the headboard any tighter, it was going to snap off in his hands. He fought to lift his head, still wanting to see, gasping frantically. “Fuck, baby. You’re gonna do it, aren’t you? You’re gonna fuckin’ fist me?”
Day’s eyes flicked up to meet Goldie’s, nearly black in their lust, and he murmured, “No, my angel. Not tonight.” He pushed his hand in deep, his knuckles threatening to make him a liar as they pushed against Goldie’s aching entrance.
Goldie groaned as Day slowly withdrew, leaving him out of breath and sagging against the mattress. He let go of the headboard, and his fingers throbbed from how tightly he’d been holding on. His hole wasgaping, soft and wet, and he tried to clench down just to feel how open he was. “F-fuck, baby.”
Day had picked up the pickle statue, and he kissed Goldie’s thigh where he’d bitten him earlier. “You’re going to take this now, my angel. Every inch.”
“Fuck.” Goldie stared at the giant statue, and he was having second thoughts. He honestly would have much preferred Day’s fist. “Baby, I… I still don’t think I can take it. That’s fucking huge.”
“Shush now,” Day crooned as he rubbed the slick tip of the statue against Goldie’s hole. He paused to add more lube, smearing it around in a lazy circle. “You’re going to take it, my angel. I know you can.”
The drizzle of lube was cool enough in contrast to how overheated Goldie was to make him shiver, and he shook his head, mewling in protest. “No, baby. I can’t. I’ll fuckin’ break.”
“No discipline seems pleasant at the time it is being dealt,” Day said sternly, “but it will bear a harvest of righteousness and peace for you if you allow your body to be trained by it.”
“Fuck.” Goldie inhaled sharply. “I…”
Day smiled, and he pushed the statue in.
The first taste of penetration was smooth, firm, and absolutely unyielding. It stole Goldie’s breath away, leaving him gasping shallowly until his mouth was dry. The statue filled every inch of his body up, stretching him out until he was totally stuffed and his most intimate walls were throbbing. He was trapped by it, speared on this giantthing, and his heart was about to pound its way up the back of his throat.
“There, my angel,” Day whispered. “There you go. Look at you… in all your divine splendor, opening your innermost house to me and me alone.” He pushed the statue a little deeper before he withdrew, setting a steady pace as he worked it steadily further into Goldie’s body.
Goldie braced himself on the headboard to keep himself from trying to buck away from the intense intrusion, and he gritted his teeth through a desperate moan. His erection had wilted, leaking there against his stomach and twitching every time Day thrust the statue. His muscles had been seized by lethargy, and he laid there and took everything Day gave him, writhing away beneath the steady slams.
Day nuzzled Goldie’s inner thigh, and he lapped at his balls and up the crease of his groin. He mouthed over his soft dick, his tongue flicking out to taste the precome as he fucked him with the statue faster. He was relentless, pumping it harder and licking around the head of Goldie’s cock.
“Oh, God,” Goldie cried out, the sensation of being fucked so raw and the tease of Day’s tongue enough to make his mind shatter. He’d never been fucked with anything like this before, his body stretched beyond its limits as his insides quivered. “Oh, God, I… I need…fuck! Baby, please. Please, fuck, please, please.” He didn’t even know what he was begging for—just for something,anything, to relieve these incredible waves of stimulation that had him in tears.
“You must be prepared in and out of season,” Day said with a growl. “Do you understand, my angel? To be corrected, to be rebuked, and yes, I will be there. I will be there to encourage you with great patience and precise instruction. I will be there to take you as you submit yourself in your education and discipline to me.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” Goldie chanted miserably. “I understand. I will. I’ll take it. I’ll take everything. Just, please! Fuck!” He would have said anything in that moment to end this torturous bliss, and he was nearly howling when Day finally pulled the pickle statue out. “Oh, God. Yes. Christ, yes. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Day was pushing between Goldie’s legs now, and he moaned softly as he dragged his fingers over Goldie’s hole. “Oh, my angel. I am ready to harvest the fruits of my labor from your body. How ripe you are for me…” He sighed, sliding his thumbs into Goldie’s ass and spreading him wide. “How very ripe.”
Goldie was exhausted already, and he gazed up at Day with a quiet cry. “Yes, baby. I’m ready for you now. I’m ready. Please. Fuck me. Please, baby.”
Day rubbed his thumbs around the inside of Goldie’s hole, holding him open as his cock pushed inside. He gasped, effortlessly pushing in all the way and making himself groan. “Yes, my angel. I will. I will fuck you.”
Goldie welcomed the first hard slam with an excited cry, letting his legs fall apart as Day kept his hole stretched around his thrusting cock. His face was burning up, and he was dying to move, to grind—
“Go on,” Day urged breathlessly. “Come on, angel. Move with me.Touchme.”
Goldie latched on to Day’s shoulders, wrapping himself all around Day’s lean body and grinding furiously down on his dick. “Yes, baby! Yes! God, yes, I need you. I need you so much, I can’t fuckin’ breathe.”
“I’m here. I’m yours.” Day’s thumbs slipped out of Goldie’s asshole as he shifted his position, now bracing a hand on the headboard as he fucked Goldie to match the frantic grind of his hips. “I’m always yours. I will take you by the hand and keep you always, I will be there. I will always be here for you.”
“Keep me,” Goldie pleaded. “Never let me go.” He loved how feverish Day’s thrusting had become, sloppy and wet and erratic in a way that betrayed how close Day was to losing himself. Goldie wanted to encourage it, and he mouthed along Day’s throat, nipping at his ear as he urged, “Come in me, baby. Give it to me. Give me your seed. Lay it all in my ripe fuckin’ ass, baby.”
“Angel,” Day gasped, his face scrunching up. “Oh…fuck…!”
Goldie gasped as he felt it, the rush of heat as Day’s cock swelled inside of him. He hugged Day close, and he dragged his fingers up his back and into his hair. “Yes, baby. Give it to me, give it to me, mmm, yeah.”
