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Parker laid on the bed with his face forced into the mattress, his hips lifted, arching his back into a curve as he felt his body clench around the thick cock buried in his ass.
He could feel it reaching deeper into his guts with every thrust, his moans reduced to shallow breaths and whimpers that were swallowed by the pillows.
The delicious stretch made his hole ache, it hurt, but it was so addictive, the pain made his cock throb even harder, the precum smeared on the sheets.
He wanted to touch himself so badly, it was so tempting, he needed it, some kind of stimulation that he couldn’t get with his wrists pinned above his head, so he settled for desperately jerking his hips against the mattress.
He strained his ears trying to listen to the filth Mephisto was moaning in his ears, but it proved difficult.
It proved ever harder when he felt a sweaty clawed hand grip his cock and start stroking in time with the thrusts.
The pain combined with the pleasure and it brought his orgasm with a scream and he dug his hands into the mattress as he felt the thrusts in his ass getting sloppier and slowing down before feeling the hot painful burn of demon cum staining his guts.
He blacked out
When he woke up, he was cleaned up and there was hot food on his nightstand, he ate before he went right back to sleep, trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t make the pain between his legs so noticeable.
He then woke up to John shaking him and bombarding him with questions.
“Parker, wake up”
“What?”
“What’s with the bruises and shit all on your neck? I was only gone for an hour, what the fuck did you do?”
It was a long morning after that, trying to make an acceptable excuse for his cousin to stop interrogating him.
He can’t exactly tell John that he’s getting railed by the demonic overlord of hell because said devil found him to be pretty and naive.
Thats a whole nother conversation