Roll the Dice

Should've Stopped While Ahead

"I'll let you have the honors of rolling the dice for the last time," Lucas said as birds began to chirp from the roof above them. 

"Don't mind if I do," Mark said. He sat up and winced at the pain in his ass before leaning over to roll the dice for the last time of the night. He was satisfied for the most part from his thrilling ride. He would love to be fucked from behind by his roommate but was overall okay with anything the cubes decided. After all, odds are, he'd be happy with whatever he got, as long as it involved being penetrated by Lucas.  

He carelessly threw the dice on the bed and looked over at the Chinese man's tired but content face. Mark stared until he saw Lucas's face drop into one of shock and a slight bit of discomfort. "What..." the thin boy said as he looked back at the dice. He felt the blood drain out of his face as the one thing didn't want to roll was shown clearly on the dice. 

"Is that what I think it is," Lucas asked quietly. 

"No, no, it's not. I think we need to roll again-"

"No, that said fisting." Mark unconsciously clenched his muscles as he glanced down at Lucas's giant hands. There was no way that could fit up his ass without tearing him in half, literally. "You insisted that we do another round so now you have to do it," Lucas said with eyes full of mirth. "Lay down on your back and spread your legs for me baby boy." Mark shook his head fearfully as his partner and torturer got to his knees and pushed his pale victim on his back with his head on the pillow. 

Lucas grabbed the lube and kneeled next to his scared boy, staring at him with terrified eyes. "Do you trust me, Mark?"

"Unfortunately yes," the trembling boy said. 

"Then trust that I'll take care of you." The tan man sat back on his heels in between Mark's legs and bent his knees, spreading the beautiful, smooth limbs apart to reveal the stretched hole waiting for something far too large to fit inside. "Breath for me," Lucas soothed. 

Mark nodded nervously and reached up to grab the soft pillow under his head. The tall man sitting over him smiled sweetly and reached forward to gently rub his hole. "Just take it step by step, okay baby boy?" Lucas used his own cum to lubricate two of his fingers and work the hole open as much as he could. The lube bottle sat next to him, ready and waiting to help him get inside of the boy with the least amount of pain possible. 

Mark moaned softly as his prostate was rubbed firmly with two long, slim fingers. Lucas thought about how he could distract his boy while preparing himself for the intrusion that would most definitely put him on edge. He kept massaging the sensitive bump until Mark's eyes clenched shut and he arched his back before scooting back and dropping his head. Lucas licked the stretched hole over, back and forth until the boy was squirming and pushing down on his face before thrusting his tongue inside. 

Mark gasped and bucked his hips to try and get as much access as he could to the wet, wonderful muscle doing marvelous things inside of his body. While Lucas tongue fucked his lover, he discretely popped the cap of the lube bottle and poured a lot on his hands. He rubbed it around his hands and added even more so his hand would have a thick layer of slick gel to help ease his way in. 

Mark gasped loudly as two fingers entered his ass along with the tongue flicking his walls. Lucas slowly edged out his tongue and added a third finger, stretching him as far as he could spread his fingers. He carefully slid in his pinkie as he kissed Mark's lips slowly. His hand glided in and out, letting the lube do its job as he inched closer and closer to getting his thumb inside. 

The look on Mark's face made the tan man feel bad as he got the tip of his thumb in, the pain on his pale face and gritted teeth made Lucas want to hurry up and get this round over with so he could take care of his boy. "Breath baby, breath," Lucas cooed. 

"It hurts," the pale whimpered. It felt like he was being torn in half slowly like some kind of snuff film. Mark gave a strangled cry of pain as Lucas entered his entire hand inside of him. The Chinese man tried to maneuver his hand to put less strain on the boy but it only made him cry even more. Tears soaked the pillow and Mark's fingers were close to busting through the feather filled sack. 

"It's almost over." Lucas gently pulled his thumb out and found the sensitive bump with his index and middle finger, massaging it softly to try and ease the pain of such a major intrusion. It worked, kind of, as Mark moaned with a pained undertone. "I'm about to take out another one," Lucas said quietly. The room was near-silent with whimpers leaving the smaller boy's mouth every few seconds. 

The Chinese man slipped his pinkie and ring finger out in one smooth move, leaving the remaining digits to caress Mark's prostate until he finally came for the last time of the night with pitiful bursts of white fluid coating his stomach. 

Lucas finally pulled his last two fingers out, leaving Mark empty and in pain. "How do you feel, baby boy?"

"Hurt," Mark said tiredly. "Sleepy." 

Lucas smiled down at the thin boy and pressed a sweet kiss on his forehead. "I'll take care of you sweetheart, just relax and go to sleep."