“What?” he muttered uncomprehendingly.
“I said get out!” Irritation and pain sharpened my tone.
He stiffened and then began to pull back. There was no care to his withdrawal, and the removal of his penis pulled at my anal skin, unlocking pockets of pain that caused my sphincter muscles to clench and another choked scream to erupt from my mouth.
“Gently, please…gently…” My voice broke, and tears stung my eyes.
My distress must have finally communicated itself to him, because he began to gradually inch out of me. Even with his deliberate motions, I still felt pinpricks of pain shooting up my spine from the orifice. When he was finally out, I felt the slight rush of air inside the ass hole that came from such a release, but with the pulsation of my sphincter muscles, the draft stung.
“Oh no, Declan…” Paschal breathed out behind me.
“What – what is it?” I asked, turning my head around as I spoke.
He was peeling back the condom from his cock, and I could see that the latex was stained red. The colour of what could only be my blood. A wave of nausea at the sight surged through me, and I moved my right hand to my derriere, wincing as I tentatively touched my fingers to my anus. It felt moist to the touch. The pain throbbed.
“You’re bleeding…” Paschal said. Continue reading