The spreader was a shock to him. Cold and unyielding, he could do nothing against the sensation of being spread open. It was merciless. Kane was merciless. Another shuddering groan left him, head pressing against the pillow as he rocked back into the sensation of those eggs slipping inside him. How many indeed? Five, six? Ten? In this state, totally lost in subspace, he had no clue. When the head of Kane's cock pushed in, he screamed. God it felt amazing, and he was still so tight, only stretched a little more. He was utterly helpless as Kane pegged his prostate and stroked his cock. "Oh fuck. Oh god. Sir, oh, you feel so good inside me. Oh, please don't stop. I want more." He was actually willing to see just how much he could take.<br/><br/>Kane's words sent him over the edge. He screamed as he came, cum soaking into the bedding. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, falling forward unless Kane's supported him. "Hnnn," he whimpered, his hair sticking to his face and neck. His hands were tearing the bedding apart, and he screamed again when the vibrating 'egg' was inserted inside him. The pulsing caused his hole to clench and release, but he still tried so hard to keep them inside him. "I...I don't know," he whispered. "I don't care." He was sensitive, but it all felt so damn fucking good. And those fingers. His mind went to darker, more sadistic places, and he licked his lips. "I-I...You used your pinkie t-to fuck another's cock. P-please. I want that. I want more. Pain, pleasure. Please s-sir." He wanted to get to that point where he'd cry from the stimulation, and he was so eager to have more. His stomach was definitely distended now.