[ he's gotten used to it enough by now, though there's still the same ache, the same uncomfortable stretching of his insides to accommodate Ticky's girth. he's been trained to like this, though (not entirely of his own volition), so it's a good hurt.

it's hard to keep hanging onto Ticky's words when he's being fucked open like this, but he does well enough, and amid the thrusts into his body he manages to find breath enough to speak, though his words are being jolted slightly with movement.

it's fine to jerk himself off, isn't it? Ticky's words are working well enough to keep him hard, but a little more and...

screw it, he's dipping his hand down anyway, taking a hold of his dick and digging his nails into the head to give himself that pinprick of pain. ]

And what happened to the boy...?