Page 54 of We Own Each Other

Corin, however, whistled, his body weight shifting on the bed.

“Good thing we put the tarp down. You just let loose all over the place.”

It took great effort, but I shifted my face to look between my legs again. Like he said, not only had I cum, but a clear fluid was steadily dribbling out of the tip of my cock. It was pitiful and embarrassing, like a broken fountain — especially as it began to pool between my knees.

The humiliation was almost too much to bear, and yet, I wanted more.

My body was vibrating with all of the new pleasure and pain, and my head was steadily filling with cotton. My mouth was moving, trying to tell Corin that I wanted more, but I could barely form words. What came out was just garbled, gasping nonsense.

Thankfully, Corin didn’t need me to say anything. Tenderly, he began to stroke me inside. His hand moved so slowly, I could easily have drawn the shape and structure of his hand just by the feeling of it in my guts. As he pushed deeper inside, more was spilling out of me: drool, cum, and probably even piss. And as he pulled back out, my hole tried to drag out right along with him.

Everything burned and ached, and my mind was steadily growing numb.

My voice was all I could hear anymore, a soft keening sound that just droned on and on, changing pitch depending on whether he was pushing in or pulling out.

After this, I wouldn’t be the same.

My eyes, rolling around in my head, eventually steadied on a pleasant sight.

While one hand was lodged fully inside me, Corin’s other hand was wrapped around his minuscule cock, just barely jerking it as he fucked me with his hand instead. Every sense I had was on fire. Visually, audibly, no matter what, I was being stimulated with immense pleasure.

And all the while, I was cumming nonstop.

Just as I was about to disappear into the never-ending streams of pleasure, maybe for good, he grumbled, pinching the tip of his cock to keep from spilling. It was just as we had planned:

“Present.”

All of a sudden, the hand that had been filling me pulled out with a loud pop. A rush of cold air filled me, leaving me feeling alone and empty.

But it wouldn’t last.

I turned over, leaning back on my upper back. Meanwhile, I lifted my bottom up in the air, my arms and elbows bearing the weight, while I spread my gaping hole as wide as it would go — not that it needed much spreading after everything he had just done to it.

Whimpering, I begged:

“Shoot your cum in me first.”

Finally, I could see Corin’s face. His eyes were almost glowing with predation. As he positioned himself before me, holding his cock so tight, his knuckles were white, his face was scrunched up with concentration.

Once his tip was right at the edge of my hole, he let it go.

His body shook, thick ropes of cum spilling out in a steady stream. I could feel it, painting my shivering walls in his heat. I cried out, my legs trembling in the air. My gaze met Corin’s, and though immense satisfaction was racing across his features, I could still see the expectation bubbling in the recesses of his gaze.

He knew what was coming next.

Still, he waited, long after he had finished cumming, and his little cock was softening up against my hole.

Even when he was dominating me, he still waited like a good boy. Licking my lips, I gave a command of my own:

“Now piss inside me.”

And just like I asked, a bright stream of piss dribbled from his tip. My insides were still sore and pulsing from the beating, and they burned back to life as his pee endlessly pooled inside me.

He had done just as I had asked and prepped all day until his bladder was full. After all of the fluid I had lost, and how empty I had been left, feeling the weight of his various fluids filling me was like nirvana.

I had never thought I could reach subspace, and yet, here I was, undoubtedly basking in it once more.

I could’ve never done it with anyone else. Corin was the one for me, and I accepted everything he could give me.