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a deep breath.”
    Tom shook his head. There was no way, no way he could...
    “Listen!” The grip around his chin was hard. “Listen to me. Take a deep breath and let it out.” He tried. Mischa put a hand on his stomach. “Down deep. Try again. Deep breath, hold it, and then let it out.”
    Tom did a little better this time, and it made his ass relax a bit He did it again, and again, the feeling almost bearable now. He panted and looked into Mischa’s eyes.
    Mischa smiled and kissed him. Then the man withdrew and pushed back in. Tom yelled, his back arching and everything going tight with need. Just like that, the pain had been pushed into the background by the pleasure. The burn was still there, so bright that Tom could only pant around it.
    “Yes!” Mischa’s voice was triumphant, and he drove himself a little deeper this time, taking Tom’s breath away.
    Mischa started moving, making the burn flare and Tom whimper. The man thrust a little bit deeper every time, making Tom grunt when the cock inside him went too deep, making it hurt. Then Mischa ground into something inside Tom, causing him to shout. Mischa set up a steady movement, hitting the sensitive spot every time and making Tom cry out from the pleasure. Tom suddenly realized how hard Mischa was making him.
    All of a sudden, Mischa held still, looking into Tom’s eyes. “I’m far in you, but I still have two inches to go.” He dug a bit deeper, making Tom groan. “Taking the last of me will hurt. Probably a lot.” He looked searchingly into Tom’s eyes. “The choice is yours. Do you want to take me? I know you can -- or, rather, that I can make you.”
    Tom was panting. This was an impossible choice. It had hurt so much already. But there was no way he could leave here without taking all he was offered. The answer came easily.
    “Please, take me. Make me scream.”
    Mischa’s eyes glinted, and he moaned. “Good boy. Now, breathe deeply. Hold it, and let it out.”
    Tom did as he was told, and, on his second exhalation, Mischa grabbed his shoulders and pushed all the way into him.
    At first, Tom couldn’t even get a sound out. Then he screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Mischa began to fuck him, all the way into the deep pain every time. The Dom ground into Tom’s prostate every time, too, and had started stroking his cock.
    Tom had never been in this much pain or pleasure before, and he couldn’t tell the two apart. With a last scream, he came, his back bending and his ass clenching tightly around Mischa. Mischa roared and thrust into him, jerking and crying out. He held on to Mischa, whimpers turning into sobs. Mischa held him tightly, gently kissing him while he cried, crooning soothing noises to him.
    When Tom had cried himself out, Mischa carefully moved inside him, bumping his prostate again. The feeling zinged through him, way too much to endure. He protested feebly. Mischa smiled and withdrew. Tom whimpered at the emptiness. Then he saw that Mischa was rolling on another condom, the man’s cock never having gone soft.
    “No! Mischa, there’s no way I can--” Mischa silenced him with a kiss, gently pushing into him again. He had to moan at the feeling, couldn’t be quiet. It was so... right. He was sore and aching and he had to have this.
    Mischa held Tom’s head, making Tom look at him. “You’ve had me once, and I gave you a lot of pain. Now I’m going to give you only pleasure.” Mischa started moving, and Tom, exhausted, couldn’t do anything but accept it. He had to lie back and take it, every thrust, every grind against his prostate, every stroke to his dick. In the beginning, it was too much; then he sank into it, closing his eyes and floating on it.
    Mischa fucked him with long, even strokes, and after a while Tom couldn’t keep quiet anymore, didn’t do anything to keep quiet. He was keening, babbling, singing, and when he came, it was an explosion of bright and quiet. He felt Mischa thrust into him with jerking