No, it really didn't answer his question. The way Kane twisted his words sent an aching pulse through his heart. Was this really what he wanted? But at the same time, he felt so good that he didn't want it to stop. The slick, gel-like eggs plopped into it one after another, never seeming to stop, and the sounds he made were the lewdest yet. Well, at the base of all things, wasn't this what he'd asked for? He'd requested several times that Kane fill him up, and that was exactly what Kane was doing for him. To him. His squirming and restlessness was met with a metal ring inside him, holding his hole open. He cried out as more filled him, pressing against his prostate every time.<br/><br/>His stomach was starting to distend. The weight was uncomfortable, and the visual was lewd and almost grotesque. Yet his cock was hard and he was so aroused by the humiliation he felt at such a debauched act. Every time Kane used his fingers to help hold the eggs in, he would whimper and squirm more. Then he was manhandled around onto his hands and knees, causing him to gasp, then groan. He felt almost nauseous by the sudden pulling of his abdomen. "So...full. Oh fuck. Kane." He turned his head, his eyes glazed. He moaned. It didn't seem to end. "Please. Oh, god, no more. I c-can't. Fuuuuck." Was he really protesting? Or was it all just nonsensical words that continued to stream out of his mouth. The pressure kept building on his prostate. "I...I might...oh Kane I might cum. Please. I can't...I can't." Dimitri arched his spine and cried out, but somehow he didn't cum. He didn't want to, not without Kane's permission.