No lube

You don't want an easy route, this is supposed to be difficult. It is suppose to test your faith and your patience so it doesn't matter in what way it makes it easier you don't want it. Confidently you declare.

"No lube."

And stand and turn, pressing your buttocks back against the hole and bending into position. A few seconds pass until you sense the crown of his member push against your rear and it plows into backside. You grit your teeth as that unpleasant sensation of sodomy returns, his rod slowly fucking your raw butt. Still it lacks the true and hard suffering the previous man subjected you to.

You rock your hips and push slightly away from the wall and back again, trying to move in such a way to make it harder and more uncomfortable. To try to replicate the hard pounding the last man gave you. Each movement seeming to change the sensation a touch but you can't quite figure out what these multilayered perceptions are. Your motions make the man curse, but the inflections in his voice seem to be those of pleasure.

"Christ. Fuck. Fuck yeah. God. God almighty. Jesus motherfucking Christ. Are you the Angel of Anal? You want my load in your ass you sweet angel?

Such blasphemy! But you're torn, maybe that bucking thrusting at the end, when he releases his load, will add to the suffering. Maybe it will take this uncomfortableness up a notch to fulfil your commandment to suffer. The again you have a commandment to receive him over your face. So which shall it be?