“Then you have every reason to behave. I could make good money letting others fuck you if I want.” Onin smirked. Anyone as sick as twisted as he was would be willing to pay good money to go a round or two with Jackson. It was a good idea if Jackson decided to misbehave.<br/><br/>Grabbing hold of Jackson, he flipped the other around so he was on his stomach; making access to the others ass much easier. “No. Knives don’t tear muscle like a fork does.” He grumbled. It didn’t matter anymore, as the deed was done. Onin places one hand between Jackson’s shoulders and pressed his front end into the ground. His ass remained in the air, giving Onin perfect access to the others entrance.<br/><br/>As promised, Onin took it slow for his first. He started by sliding a finger into the others entrance. It took a moment, but he found that wonderful bundle of nerves and pressed against it; knowing it would drive Jackson crazy. As much as he wanted to dive in and go crazy, Onin knew Jackson needed time to adjust or suffer torn muscles and skin.