Katt believed Samson wouldn’tintentionallyhurt him, but considering his size, how could there be no pain? Even with the twins, there had been some slight pain at first, though not much. But Samson… he was a whole other ball player in a league of his own.
“Did it hurt?” Katt asked with some trepidation. “The first time with Samson?”
“Some,” Marcus said, then smiled. “But not all pain is bad.” He and Mickey pressed their wet, aroused bodies against Katt. “Sometimes… a little pain makes itbetter.”
“It’s true,” Mickey cooed. “It can make sex more intense and stimulating, more…” he squinted at Marcus. “…fun.”
Marcus wrapped his hand around Katt’s erection and slowly pulled his fist along the length. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, his lips grazing Katt’s throat. “Samson will ruin you in the best way. If you feel some pain, don’t fight it—surrender to it, let it take you over… and it will be the most exquisite,eroticexperience of your life.”
“Just relax,” Samson murmured as he peeled off his robe. Katt’s focus immediately locked on the thick, veined column of Samson’s cock, impossibly larger than before. The shaft pulsed with a life of its own, the bluish veins bulging like thick cords beneath the taut, flushed skin, twisting up toward the engorged head—a swollen, glistening crown that wept a steady stream of translucent precum, pooling in the deep slit before dripping down the underside in slow, oozing trails. The sheer weight of it made the shaft curve slightly downward, as if gravity itself struggled to contain it.
Relax.Katt almost laughed as he removed his robe with shaky hands and crawled onto the bed. Samson guided him onto his back, then began a slow descent down Katt’s body—his lips and tongue mapping every ridge of muscle, every dip and curve, until Katt’s skin prickled with heat and his breath came in short, sharp gasps. Samson lingered at his nipples, teasing them with his teeth until they hardened into aching peaks, then soothed the sting with slow, wet licks. His hands roamed lower, palms rough against the inside of Katt’s thighs, spreading them wider as he settled between them. The first swipe of Samson’s tongue over his balls sent a jolt through Katt’s body, his hips jerking off the bed. Samson hummed in approval, the vibration skittering up Katt’s spine as he took one heavy sack into his mouth, rolling it gently before switching to the other.
By the time Samson’s lips sealed around the head of his cock, Katt was already trembling, his fingers tangling in the man’s thick hair as he arched into the wet heat of his mouth. Samson took him deep, the back of his throat fluttering aroundthe sensitive tip, his tongue swirling along the underside in slow, deliberate strokes. Katt’s breath hitched when Samson’s teeth grazed him—just enough pressure to send a spark of pain lancing through the pleasure, his hips bucking wildly as he fought the urge to cum.
Katt came undone when Samson took him in to the root until his nose pressed into the soft skin at the base of his cock, the tight clench of his throat locking around the head of his cock as two thick fingers drove into him and curled. “Uh—” His hips lurched off the bed, spine bowing hard, shoulder blades grinding into the pillows.“Oh fuck— fuck—”He fucked back against the fingers as Samson held him deep, throat working in slow, rhythmic pulses around his shaft without pulling back an inch.
When Samson scissored his fingers and ground them directly into his prostate, Katt’s vision whited out. Samson pulled off with a slick sound just as Katt broke, and the first rope of cum arced up and struck his collarbone, the second and third striping thick and hot across his chest and stomach, pooling in the divots between his abs. Samson kept his fingers buried and grinding, wringing every last contraction from him, the heel of his palm pressed firm against Katt’s taint as cum continued to pulse weakly from the flushed, oversensitive head.
“Fuu—huuh—”The sounds broke apart in Katt’s throat, barely words, his whole body seizing in long, shuddering waves, spine curved so tightly his shoulder blades and heels were the only things touching the mattress. His cock pulsed against his stomach with each contraction, the last thin ropes of cum running down his side and cooling against his ribs.
Samson eased his fingers free, and the tension went out of Katt all at once—his hips dropping, his arched back flattening, limbs going loose and heavy. He lay there with his mouth open, pulling in air in slow, unsteady drags, the flush that had climbed up from his chest now reaching the tips of his ears,sweat gathered in the hollow of his throat and tracking down his temple into his hair.
19
“Now,you’re relaxed,” Samson rumbled, his voice rough as gravel, and hooked his arms beneath Katt’s knees, spreading him wide. The swollen head of his cock dragged through the slick mess of Katt’s spent cum, smearing it along his twitching shaft, the thick ridge of his crown catching on the sensitive underside with each slow roll of his hips. Samson slicked his palm with more lube, then wrapped his fist around both their cocks, the heat of his skin branding Katt’s hypersensitive flesh. His thumb traced the pulsing vein on the underside of Katt’s dick, pressing just hard enough to make his breath hitch, before sliding down to circle the leaking slit.
Katt whimpered as Samson’s fingers returned to his ass, two thick digits stretching him open with deliberate slowness, the pads of his fingertips grinding against his prostate in slow, maddening circles. His cock jerked in Samson’s grip, already hardening again, the oversensitive head throbbing as it rubbed against the ridged underside of Samson’s shaft. The friction was almost too much—almost painful—but the way Samson’s breath hitched when Katt’s hips stuttered upward told him the man loved every second of his struggle.
Katt’s hips rolled forward, fucking up into the tight ring of Samson’s fist, his cock thickening with each slow drag of the man’s palm. Samson pulled his fingers free with a slick sound, and the sudden absence left Katt’s hole clenching aroundnothing, the stretch already fading into a hollow ache. Samson slicked his own shaft in long, unhurried strokes, the lube catching the light, then pressed his fingers back inside to work the rest of it deeper, spreading and curling until Katt’s breath broke. When he drew them out the final time, Katt lay open beneath him, slick and flushed and waiting.
Katt whimpered as the blunt, slick head of Samson’s cock nudged against his hole, the pressure sending a jolt of heat up his spine. Samson’s fist tightened around his dick, the draw of his palm slow and measured, each stroke pulling a broken sound from Katt’s throat. The man’s other hand gripped Katt’s hip, fingers digging into the muscle as he pressed forward, the thick crown stretching Katt open inch by agonizing inch, working him open with a burn that climbed his spine and lodged behind his teeth.
Katt’s breath stuttered, his body tensing as the flared ridge of Samson’s cockhead breached him—the stretch cresting into something close to pain—and then Samson’s fist twisted around his shaft, wet heat swallowing him whole, and the pleasure took everything else with it.
He had never in his life felt so full. The blunt, swollen crown wedged itself past Katt’s rim with a thick, slow pop, the pain as real as a fist slammed between his cheeks, but it didn’t stop, just kept coming, the shaft splitting him wider than he’d ever thought possible, stretching the slick, trembling ring of muscle until he was certain something would tear.
The heat of it was wild—Samson’s cock already fever-hot before it even cleared the first knuckle, every ridge of vein and soft corded tissue rubbing against his insides and scraping every nerve raw. Even as the ache threatened to break him, the slick coil of pleasure behind his balls went molten, the burn sweetened by the pressure grinding against something so deep it made his eyes water.
Samson was slow—God, so fucking slow—each forward roll burrowing another inch of monstrous thickness into Katt’s ass, the fat shaft flattening out his guts until he couldn’t breathe, the blunt head rutting up against a spot that made his vision stutter and fragment. The burn at his rim was merciless, and every twitch of Samson’s hips sent shockwaves through his pelvis—tightening his balls, making his toes curl, his cock throbbing between slick, trembling thighs. He squeezed the bedsheets in both fists and tried to breathe, but each inhale caught on a gasp or a desperate noise he barely recognized.
Each forward surge sent another ripple of burn through the ring of his ass, the pleasure and pain both so bright and immediate they made a mess of his thoughts. The thickness filled him utterly, so that every small movement was a new world of sensation—the ripple of a vein catching against his rim, the lurch of the wide, heated head as it ground forward, the entire shaft stretching him in a way that was both overwhelming and so necessary he could have wept from the relief of it.
Katt’s head dropped back, his mouth open around a sound that barely made it to his own ears. The air shuddered in his lungs, each exhale hot and tight. His cock, still trapped in Samson’s fist, throbbed and leaked uselessly, already spent but desperate for something, anything, to answer the pressure mounting behind his balls.
Each breath drew the scent of sweat and lube and cum deep into his lungs, thick and musky, clinging to the back of his throat like a drug. The air itself felt heavy, saturated with the heat of their bodies, the slick slide of skin on skin, the raw, animal musk of sex. Katt’s nerves hummed, every inch of him hyperaware—of the way Samson’s cock stretched him open, the swollen head pressing against something deep inside that made his vision flicker, the way his own spent cum cooled in sticky trails across his stomach.
Then Samson moved.
The first thrust was slow, the fat shaft dragging against his inner walls, each ridge and vein scraping along nerves that sent sparks skittering up his spine. Katt’s breath hitched as the man pulled back, the thick crown catching on his rim before slamming home again, deeper this time, the blunt head rutting against that spot that made his thighs tremble and his cock twitch despite being drained. He could feel every inch—the way the shaft swelled as it buried itself to the hilt, the way the flared ridge of the crown stretched him wider with each roll of Samson’s hips, the way the man’s balls slapped against his ass with a wet, almost offensive sound.
Katt’s stomach hollowed out with each inward stroke, his abs clenching as Samson’s cock tunneled into him, the swollen head nudging against something so deep it made his toes curl. He looked down, his vision swimming, and watched as his lower belly bulged slightly with each thrust, the outline of Samson’s cock pressing against his skin from the inside. The sight was stunning, hypnotic—proof of how thoroughly he was being fucked, how completely he was being claimed—the way the thick shaft disappeared into him, only to reappear slick and glistening as Samson pulled back. The stretch was unyielding, the burn a constant ache that blurred into pleasure, the pressure building behind his balls until he was sure he’d cum again just from the sheerfullnessof it.
Samson’s hands gripped his hips, fingers digging into the muscle as he snapped his hips forward, each thrust harder than the last, the wet slap of skin echoing in the room. Katt’s breath came in ragged gasps as the man’s cock pistoned in and out of him, the slick sound of lube and flesh filling the air, the heat of Samson’s body radiating against his own. He could feel the man’s cock *twitch* inside him, the way the shaft pulsed with each thrust, like it had a heartbeat of its own.
His back bowed away from the bed of its own accord whenever Samson drove in, spine arching in a long, helpless curve, hips tilting up to meet each thrust as if his body had decided it knew better than he did. The burn at his rim was still there—a raw, insistent ache that flared every time the thick shaft dragged back and then buried itself again—but it had changed, deepened into something that wound itself around the pleasure until the two were indistinguishable.
The twins had been right.God, they had been right.