[This game of Everett's is just going to highlight how weak Hector is for praise. He nuzzles his head into Everett's hand, starving for more.]
Y'sir. [He murmurs. He's a good pet, doing so well, remembering to address Everett properly. The third strike, aimed at an unblemished portion of his ass, lands, and Hector cries out. His body is mixing the signals of pleasure and pain and the witches' blood is muddying the water further, and there's precum beading on the head of his cock already.
His breath is coming in rough pants, and he fights to get it under control. Fuck, he's supposed to do something, but all he can think of is how his ass burns, and how he needs it filled.]
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Y'sir. [He murmurs. He's a good pet, doing so well, remembering to address Everett properly. The third strike, aimed at an unblemished portion of his ass, lands, and Hector cries out. His body is mixing the signals of pleasure and pain and the witches' blood is muddying the water further, and there's precum beading on the head of his cock already.
His breath is coming in rough pants, and he fights to get it under control. Fuck, he's supposed to do something, but all he can think of is how his ass burns, and how he needs it filled.]