Get fucked into submission (-3 alpha points)

John squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the invasion. He could feel the husband's cock, hard and insistent, pressing against his asshole. The pressure built, a dull ache that quickly sharpened into a searing pain as the man pushed forward.

John cried out, a strangled gasp that was muffled by the woman's hand over his mouth. "Shhh, baby," she cooed, her other hand stroking his hair. "Relax and let him in. It'll be easier if you don't fight it."

But John couldn't relax. The pain was blinding, a white-hot fire that threatened to tear him apart. He struggled against the husband's grip, his muscles clenching in a futile attempt to resist the intrusion.

The husband grunted, his patience wearing thin. He shoved forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. John's vision swam, the world dissolving into agony. He felt like he was being split in two, his body a vessel for the man's sadistic pleasure.

"That's it," the husband growled, his breath hot on John's ear. "Take it all, you little bitch."

The woman continued to murmur words of twisted comfort, her hands roaming over John's body as the husband began to move. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pain through John, but beneath it, a strange and unwelcome warmth began to spread.

The pain slowly began to fade, replaced by a dull, persistent ache that was no less intense but somehow more manageable. John's body, in a final, desperate act of self-preservation, began to adapt to the intrusion, his muscles relaxing to accommodate the husband's cock.

The husband's pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more forceful. John could feel the man's balls slapping against his own, a rhythmic percussion that marked the tempo of his degradation.

The woman's hand found its way to John's cock, which had somehow remained hard throughout the ordeal. She began to stroke him, her touch a stark contrast to the brutal assault on his ass.

"You're getting hard for this," she whispered, her voice a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You really are a natural, aren't you?"

John could only moan in response, a sound of shame and reluctant pleasure. He was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, the line between pain and pleasure blurring into an indistinguishable haze. His cock leaking like crazy.

The husband's thrusts became erratic, his breath coming in ragged gasps. John could feel the man's orgasm building, the tension in his body coiling like a spring.

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