My Reluctant Plaything
His cock pressed against Jonah’s hole, slick with spit.
Jonah’s eyes widened. “Wait—I’m not—”
Cassiel kissed him hard, swallowing his protest. His tongue claimed every sound. Then, without pause, he pushed inside. Jonah cried out, back arching, the pain sharp and burning. Cassiel held him down, biting his lip, driving deeper until he was fully buried.
The crowd murmured, chanting low, rhythmic, feeding the moment. Jonah’s body shook, tears spilling down his temples, but his cock pulsed harder, leaking against his stomach.