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Something sticky slides over my hole and I think he’s coming, but then he stops, so it must be just a lot of precum. I hear him spit a few times before he wedges his hand between my ass cheeks, the cool fluids nudging against my back hole. “Should be good enough.” He circles the rim with his middle finger. “Relax for me. You have to take my fingers before I can stuff you with my cock.” “Don’t—” Slap. Slap. Slap. I grow still, my muscles turning lax against my better judgement. “There. Pain helps, right?” It almost sounds as if he thinks he’s doing me a favor. He starts thrusting his finger inside, and all sorts of weird sensations overtake me. Pain. Discomfort. Disgust, even. But it’s for myself because I’m letting him put his fucking finger inside me. Inside my ass. “Does it hurt?” he asks. “Mmm.” “I love how you hurt for me. How you take all the pain I give you.” “Fuck…” “Relax.” “I c-can’t.” “You can. Breathe.” I do, slowly. “Relax more. Is that all you got?” The challenge makes me