Page 104 of Gambler's Conceit

Seven laughs breathlessly, though the laugh turns into a moan as I start to slide two fingers into him. “You think he’d agree to that, Master?”

“I think Havoc would pretend not to be into it, but he wouldloveto see you speared open and writhing on our cocks.” I get my fingers in as deep as I can, jabbing against Seven’s prostate.

His body is soft and pliant beneath my touch, while his cock gets hard and starts leaking precum as I work him over. “I… I think it would hurt,” he says between moans, but like the little pain slut he is, that only seems to get him going more.

He must have taken two cocks before. I have no proof of my suspicions, of course, but with how scarred up he is, I knownobody wenteasyon him. So is he simply pretending not to know how to handle two cocks?

I don’t want him to pretend for my sake.

I pour more lube onto my hand.

“You know what’s larger than two cocks?” I say as I add a third finger.

Seven bites his bottom lip, regarding me through heavy-lidded eyes for a moment. “A lot of things, Master,” he says.

A lot of things.

He isn’t wrong, but now I can’t help but wonder about what other things might’ve been shoved inside of him.

I add a fourth finger, but my gaze is locked on him. Is his lip quivering because he’s excited or because he’s scared?

Does it matter either way?

“I’m going to fist you,” I say. “You’re going to have my entire hand inside you.”

Seven’s breath hitches, and he blinks several times before focusing his eyes on me. “Yeah?” he asks. “I…” He shudders, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

My cock thrums with arousal, and I bend forward awkwardly to brush my lips against his. “I want you to do this for me, pet. I want you to open up and let me feel every inch of you.”

He shivers beneath me, full-bodied and genuine, and he cranes his neck so he can kiss me back. “Okay,” he whispers. “But then I’ll be too loose for you to fuck. You won’t get to feel good.”

I want to laugh at the concern. “I assure you, it won’t take much after that for me to get off.”

My doubts about his origins are gone, and I have to take a deep breath not to let the anger show. I’m not like Havoc, who can’t control himself—but if I ever meet Seven’s past owners, I will gladly let Havoc and Vortex do their worst.

I add more lube to my hand, and I slide down so I have a better angle. While I work my four fingers in and out, I use my other hand to massage Seven’s balls and get him hard again.

Seven’s eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a soft wail as his cock works back to full hardness. “Master!” he cries out. “Yes, please, please, it’s so… So full.”

His skin has reddened and his body trembles. The exertion makes him sweat and has his hair clinging to his skin.

When he looks at me, it’s with a mixture of joy and apprehension.

I groan and push against my cock. I don’t remember ever being this attracted to anyone else.

I add even more lube, and this time I press my thumb against his hole too. “My entire hand, Seven. Are you ready?”

Seven’s eyes are wet with tears, but he nods without hesitation. “Yes,” he whimpers. “Yes, Master. I need it.” He’s quivering all over, down to his hole, which feels just about ready to swallow up my entire fist.

I push my hand in slowly, reveling in how hot he is and how readily he takes me. He shouts and bucks, but he doesn’t try to force me out.

I brush my knuckles against his prostate.

He cries out sharply, his body jerking again, and he blinks several times as tears run down his cheeks in thin rivulets.

I don’t get the sense that he’s miserable, though—or upset in the slightest.

No, the expression on his face is one of awe and wonder, and even the pain seems to be spurring him on because precum is leaking down his shaft just as steadily as the tears slide down his face.

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