[ The baton strike has Ren upright again, wincing and groaning yet again. Apparently he really does have some things to learn from Iwai if he's going to be doing this with him more. There are more rules than he anticipated, but if this is how he's going to be getting his lessons, Iwai will see just how good of a student Ren can be.
The sting from the attack makes Ren's erection twitch and ache, and there's nothing he can do about the drops of thick precum dripping from him and onto the tile. He swallows hard and nods. ]
Y-yes, sir. Th-thank you, sir.
[ Those fingers inside him are relentless, and he's grateful for the rigid countertop to keep him from completely collapsing under Iwai's massaging him. The moans are shameless. Even if he'd been told to keep quiet, he's not sure that he'd have been able to manage it with how good he feels, like his brain is being stimulated directly from it. His voice even pitches when that third finger intrudes, and his body pushes back against them on its own. The burn from those fingers pulling him open is incredible, making Ren's toes curl inside his shoes. The treatment he's getting has gotten those drips to become an almost outright leak as the pleasure threatens to drown him.
But soon, far too soon, he feels himself emptied again, feeling almost bewildered as though he's forgotten what comes next. The whining is powerful, right up until he feels that thick, blunt head press against him. Oh fuck, he is huge. But Ren is far too worked up now to back out. He's come too far and he needs it as much as he needs the gasping lungfuls of air he's pulling. ]
No. F-fuck that... I told you I'm not a pussy.
[ He also remembers the other part of what he told him, and there's a bold flash in his eye when he meets Iwai's that finishes that statement for him. He gives a brief nod and even lifts a knee onto the wood countertop he's been bracing against. ]
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[ The baton strike has Ren upright again, wincing and groaning yet again. Apparently he really does have some things to learn from Iwai if he's going to be doing this with him more. There are more rules than he anticipated, but if this is how he's going to be getting his lessons, Iwai will see just how good of a student Ren can be.
The sting from the attack makes Ren's erection twitch and ache, and there's nothing he can do about the drops of thick precum dripping from him and onto the tile. He swallows hard and nods. ]
Y-yes, sir. Th-thank you, sir.
[ Those fingers inside him are relentless, and he's grateful for the rigid countertop to keep him from completely collapsing under Iwai's massaging him. The moans are shameless. Even if he'd been told to keep quiet, he's not sure that he'd have been able to manage it with how good he feels, like his brain is being stimulated directly from it. His voice even pitches when that third finger intrudes, and his body pushes back against them on its own. The burn from those fingers pulling him open is incredible, making Ren's toes curl inside his shoes. The treatment he's getting has gotten those drips to become an almost outright leak as the pleasure threatens to drown him.
But soon, far too soon, he feels himself emptied again, feeling almost bewildered as though he's forgotten what comes next. The whining is powerful, right up until he feels that thick, blunt head press against him. Oh fuck, he is huge. But Ren is far too worked up now to back out. He's come too far and he needs it as much as he needs the gasping lungfuls of air he's pulling. ]
No. F-fuck that... I told you I'm not a pussy.
[ He also remembers the other part of what he told him, and there's a bold flash in his eye when he meets Iwai's that finishes that statement for him. He gives a brief nod and even lifts a knee onto the wood countertop he's been bracing against. ]