Page 110 of Full Body Hit, Part 1

“That’s it. You’re doing perfectly. Take your time,” Aunix rumbled.

Chase blinked, clearing his eyes. Aunix had taken his cock out, was holding it in his big hand, stroking it slowly.

Fuck, it looked so good, would feel so good. Better even than the toy, but this was the closest he was going to get for now.

He went a little lower. God, the plugs really hadn’t been anything like this. Even a knot couldn’t be like this, surely—a knot was meant to be inside you, not fuck in and in and in until you could feel it in your gut.

Chase kept going, though, stuffing himself full. Every inch he would think, I can’t take any more, but then he’d pause, and breathe, and listen to Aunix tell him how good he was, how well he was taking it, how he’d never seen anything like it.

Which was probably untrue—there was plenty of porn of Omegas taking monster cocks, but he understood how this would be different. How this was far more intimate. How this was just for Aunix, not some anonymous act on the internet.

Chase gasped as he finally, finally bottomed out. He couldn’t fucking move, just felt it there, so thick and big that it seemed to reach the centre of him where nothing else had ever touched.

“D-Daddy,” he whispered, shaking a little. He was so fucking full.

“You did it, baby. You did it. Look at you, Christ. How does it feel?”

“It’s…it’s so much,” Chase groaned.

“Does it hurt?” Aunix asked quickly.

Chase focused inward. “No,” he replied, because there was no pain. The sensation was something deeper. Something bigger. He pressed a hand on his stomach and could feel it there, somehow, splitting him in two.

He lifted himself with wobbly thighs and oh, God, the way that dragged against his rim, his prostate, his walls. It was as if his body were doing something impossible, something it could only achieve for Aunix.

“Ah,” he cried out as he dropped. The tip was hitting something, or moving something, Chase didn’t even know. All he could tell was that it felt good, a pleasure in the pit of him.

He did it again, sliding the cock out, in. It punched the air out of him, hole clenching, throbbing.

“That’s it. Keep going. You can do it.”

“Uh.” Chase couldn’t breathe, it was in so deep, but he kept going because Aunix had told him to and he wanted to be good for him, for Daddy to be proud, to want him for real, to keep him close and never let him go.

He couldn’t think. He couldn’t see. He leaned on the bed and moved up and down, hips straining, knees sore on the hardwood floor, blooming in bruises. His gut ached, sounds forced out of him every time he bottomed out. His hole tried to clench, but he could barely manage it, rim expanded, soft walls pushed to their limit.

The pleasure built in deep. Where normally it was his cock that strained, now it was his core, like something was getting bigger, ballooning inside him, taking over the space his organs normally occupied. It seeped into his bones, his muscles, making him tremble.

“I think…I think—Daddy, can I come?”

“Turn around first.”

Chase didn’t even whine, didn’t even think to. He lifted up, crying out at the sheer emptiness that suddenly took over.

He scrambled to get into position. Thank God the app was blurring his face, because there was no way he had the capacity to worry about that.

Chase moaned loudly as he sank down on the toy again. God, that felt so good. So right. He moved, working his thighs, his back straining, core clenched tight. He was going to be more sore than after a double overtime game at this rate, but at that moment, he truly couldn’t give less of a fuck.

The pleasure from before had rebuilt, the smoke and fire of it coating his lungs, his throat, his mouth. He kept going, and going, and going, fucking himself ruthlessly. He didn’t know if he was going to come, the sensation was so unknown, like something familiar reshaped into something foreign, all the same pieces in a strange order.

It wasn’t going to happen, it wasn’t going to happen, and then, suddenly, it did.

“Aah.” The scream cut short as his throat constricted. The pleasure was in every vein, every artery, thrumming with blood. The cock was in so deep, he was stretched so wide, and the pleasure just kept going on, and on, and on, taking over his body like nothing else ever had.

He was shaking by the time it finally tapered off. The floor was wet with slick, his cock red and dripping, the muscles of his abs fluttering.

He couldn’t fucking move, still speared on the cock. The silicone rubbed against his walls and made him whimper with overstimulation.

“Come on,” a voice said. “One more time, lift yourself up and get it out.”