The Milk Fic

Part 4

Hunter's head nodded a fraction of an inch, his breathing already labored. He gave a small squeak as the milk started slipping into his body again. "Please, please, I can't." He shook his head, the tears coming out for real now. Kyle clamped the nozzle again. "I can't, Kyle, please. I . . . I need to . . . please."

The younger boy reached his hand down to Hunter's stomach, the curve of a belly that wasn't there usually. "I know you can take this," he said, voice low but not angry or disappointed. "I know you can, Hunter." He let their fingertips brush. "But I won't make you," he added. "It's up to you."

Hunter hated that. It would have been so much easier to go along with it if Kyle hadn't give him the choice. Now it was up to him to decide if he wanted to be selfish and disappoint his boyfriend and not get rewarded or just go along with it and deal with the pain. "I'll try," he mumbled weakly, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his bottom lip between his teeth as he felt the flow again.

Kyle slipped his hand down Hunter's stomach to wrap around his cock, gently stroking, trying to turn the whimpers that the older boy was now making into moans. "So good, baby," he kept whispering over and over. "You're taking it so good."

"H-Hurts," Hunter choked out. "Break?"

Kyle locked the clamp again, letting Hunter rub at his stomach and try to catch his breath. "It's almost all in," he said gently, still stroking the other boy's erection. "Just a little bit more. I know you can take it, Hunter."

"How much?"

The question hung heavy in the air for a moment. Hunter wasn't supposed to ask and he knew it, but he also knew Kyle never spanked him or punished him during an enema, so the worst possibility was simply that the other boy wouldn't tell him.