"You're lucky we're just fucking him," the leader replies mildly. "There's all kinds of shit we could do to a handsome bitch like him. He's your favorite, isn't he?"

Carver shudders as he's fucked. His shoulders ache, his wrists throbbing. Pain is a teacher, the kindest and most generous of them all. Pain is a teacher and this a lesson and it will make him stronger for enduring it. The man hunches over him, making a guttural sound as he comes. Carver stiffens, closing his eyes as he's slapped on the ass. At the sounds he hears. The laughter and the filth.

Someone else lines up behind him. Trailing their fingers through the mess and then pressing inside as Carver tightens his jaw, trying not to move as he's fingered. But this one's different, laughing a little as he searches out the right angle. As he makes Carver jerk and twist under him, fighting pleasure instead of just wrenching pain. "Sir--" he hisses, unmoored.

"I bet he'd cry if we put a vibrator inside him," the leader muses. "We could keep him like that for hours. Think he'd still be stoic then?"