Page 92 of Demons Dig Donuts

He kept the rest of his body limp, only moving his hips to arch them upward. He groaned when Mr. Heiss pressed inside, and even with all the vigorous prep and lubricant, the stretch burned. He stayed relaxed, calling on years of experience to breathe through it and open up for Mr. Heiss. The first ring popping inside felt strange but pleasant, and he moaned as the next two caught before slipping in.

Mr. Heiss pulled back out almost all the way.

The retreat of the rings was just as intense, and Indy whimpered. “Sir…”

“You’re taking me so well,” Mr. Heiss said sweetly. “You’re such a very good boy.”

Indy smiled, gasping when Mr. Heiss pushed back in to the fourth ring. In this position, he swore he could see his stomach moving from the sheer size of Mr. Heiss’s cock even at this shallow depth. The ache was heavy, grounding, and the sensations created from the rings rubbing against his inner walls were exquisite.

“Can you take more for me?” Mr. Heiss asked. “Can you take it all?”

“Yes, sir. Yes! Mmm, please.”

Five.

“Good boy,” Mr. Heiss murmured, squeezing Indy’s hips.

“Good, yes… ah… That’s all I want to be. So good.”

Six.

“Such a good boy for me. You’re perfect.”

“Perfect.”

Seven.

There was a definite bulge where Mr. Heiss was now fully sheathed inside of him, and Indy stared at it dumbly, completely transfixed. He was stuffed, his hole throbbing, but it wasn’t painful. He felt sensitive and hot and twitchy, but the only thought rattling through his brain was getting Mr. Heiss to move that giant dick and fuck him already.

Mr. Heiss, for once, was on the same page and set a fantastic pace, slamming into Indy’s ass and pounding him into the bed. The frame creaked and groaned, a screeching symphony punctuated by a chorus of Indy’s desperate cries. The rings added a new depth to each thrust that made Indy want to scream and beg for it to never end, and he spread his legs as wide as he could to take Mr. Heiss deeper into his body.

Holy shit, it was good.

It was so fucking good.

Indy was nothing more than a perfect little toy for Mr. Heiss to fuck, and he didn’t have to do anything except lie there and take it. And God, yes, how he fucking took it. He breathed through the throb, kept himself spread open wide, and screamed senseless things to the ceiling. He didn’t think any of it was even intelligible, but he couldn’t not sing Mr. Heiss’s praises while he was absolutely destroying Indy’s hole with that perfect cock.

“Salt,” Mr. Heiss growled.

Indy didn’t think he’d heard him correctly. “What?”

“The salt. In your nail.” Mr. Heiss clawed his own chest, opening up four long cuts that revealed open flesh but did not bleed. “Here.”

Indy flicked his thumb over the nail of his ring finger, hesitating. “But it’s going to hurt—”

“That’s the fucking point,” Mr. Heiss cut in. His eyes were wild, bright, and his entire body trembled. The air all around them seemed to glimmer like a mirage on a hot day, but the source of the heat was entirely Mr. Heiss.

Indy was stunned to see such an openly unhinged level of desire, but he was more than happy to oblige. He’d never considered himself a particularly sadistic person, but he did enjoy pleasing his partners, and yes, okay, he might like hurting Mr. Heiss a little tiny bit.

Maybe more than a tiny bit.

Fuck it.

“Yes, sir.” Indy cracked his nail and let the salt spill and pool into a pile next to them. He grabbed a pinch and then reached up to rub it across the first cut.

Mr. Heiss let out a blissful snarl, and his tail snapped across the bed. He slammed into Indy hard enough to shake the bed, panting like an animal. “More.”

Indy grabbed more salt and went for the second cut, crying out as Mr. Heiss pounded his body even harder. He thought he might break, but the ecstasy that followed as Mr. Heiss’s cock vibrated was more than a welcome balm to the ache. He could feel each and every ring as they moved inside of him, and he had never experienced anything like this.