“What—” Bay’s sentence died on a strangled sound when suddenly something solid was shoved inside of him. He felt it pull the tender flesh of his unprepared hole, his muscles fighting against the intrusion, only causing it to burn more. A sob escaped him and he clawed at the dirt, not in an attempt to get away, but just because he had to dosomething.
Once the hilt was inside of him, Rin was surprisingly careful not to allow the blade too close. He did, however, wiggle it around, causing that straight object to batter back and forth against Bay’s inner walls in a foreign way that left him squirming.
After a bit of that, Rin pulled the knife free and hummed. “You’re bleeding, Kitten. And after I tried so hard to avoid it. My kindness was wasted on you, it seems. I’ll remember that moving forward.”
Bay whimpered and Rin hushed him.
“I was talking about your hand. Your ass is fine. Considering how much worse you’ve treated this hole of yours, it’s not really surprising, is it.” He shoved the handle back in and without any further warning, began thoroughly fucking him with it.
The object was only a few inches in length, but it was enough to hit the spots that mattered, and before long Bay was shamelessly rocking back into it, urging it deeper despite the promised agony that would come if the blade accidently slipped inside.
It never did though. Despite all his threats to harm him, Rin was meticulous with his movements, sure to never allow it to get too close no matter how Bay begged for it.
And he was begging.
He’d started mindlessly pleading, the words half muffled by the dirt he kept sucking into his lungs with every deep inhale. His dick slapped against his stomach, leaving wet trail marks behind, the sound lewd and inviting. The pain had long since dissipated, chased successfully away by an intense need the likes of which he’d never experienced before.
It was like his entire body was on fire, and yet lifesaving water was just out of reach.
Rin pulled the knife out all the way, chuckling when Bay’s hole fluttered imploringly, instead of obliging, however, he switched things up.
Bay was pulled from the ground and then yanked back against the hard surface of Rin’s chest. Rin’s knees beneath him kept his thighs spread and he carelessly tossed away the knife to free his other hand. He kept one on Bay’s throat, the other capturing his weeping cock to stroke him in the same frenzy Bay typically preferred.
Only it was nothing like how he touched himself. Not even a little.
He gasped, back bowing, cock jutting up into that hot palm now coated in his own juices. Bay watched as Rin’s hand pumped him, practically choking him in such a firm grip it should have hurt a little but miraculously didn’t.
On one particular stroke, Rin lifted his own hips, grinding himself against Bay’s plush ass.
The knowledge that he was turned on right now, that Bay was turning him on, was what finally pushed him over the edge.
Bay screamed until his throat was hoarse, come spurting out of him in thick ropes. Even after his moans had turned to whines, Rin didn’t stop milking him, his fist keeping up that erratic pace until Bay started to worry he was going to strip his dick raw.
“Stop!” He grabbed onto his wrist and tried to still his movements, but that earned him a squeeze from the hand still around his throat and Bay stilled.
Rin’s hand stroked him one last time then collected rivulets of come from his shaft until his whole palm was sticky. Suddenly, he shoved Bay forward.
He was so exhausted, he didn’t even have the strength to catch himself, dropping onto his chest. A small stone poked at his cheek bone and he groaned, but he didn’t even have the energy to move.
The sound of a zipper somehow pierced through the fog in his head and Bay frowned. That definitely wasn’t—
His eyes went wide when his hips were lifted and it dawned on him what was about to happen. The scorching thing that prodded at his entrance next felt four times wider than the knife handle had been and he became distressed, instinctively trying to crawl away.
Behind him Rin growled, and that was all the warning he gave before he was wrenching Bay back to meet him.
In one forceful thrust, he impaled Bay on his cock.
Pain exploded through him and Bay howled, his body flattened a second later beneath the firm length of Rin’s. His thighs were forced further apart to accommodate that weight and as soon as Rin was satisfied with the new angle, he pushed in even deeper, not stopping until he was fully seated.
Bay cried and buried his face in his arms, tears wetting the ground beneath him. It felt like he was being sheared in half by a molten rod of steel, his insides churning. The come collected on Rin’s palm wouldn’t have been nearly enough to slick his entrance and ready him, though if he were being honest, he wasn’t sure an entire bottle of lube and an hour with his fingers would have either.
Sure, he’d forced himself to take rubber cocks a time or two. But none of them had even come close to Rin’s size. He didn’t even have to see it to know it was larger than anything he was used to playing with. And since Rin had spied on him so thoroughly, that had to mean he was well aware of that fact too.
He’d known it would hurt, but he’d shoved himself inside of Bay anyway.
He sniffled as the first rush of heat licked at his lower region. The pain, as excruciating as it was, was turning him on again.
When was the last time Bay had feltthisalive? That pain forced him to acknowledge he was, proved to him there was still something beating within his chest, clawing to make its way out of that empty abyss that had swallowed all of his emotions. Little by little they’d been returning, and now, split by Rin’s cock, they poured into him all at once, a mixture of suffering and anger and arousal and fear and elation. A confusing concoction of both negative and positive.
