Hawthorne smiled and pulled his finger back. He pulled out a bottle of oil and slicked his fingers with it before attempting to stretch him again.

David leaned in and whispered in his ear. "But you enjoyed it, didn't you whore?"

This time Pendleton didn't wince and cooed in pleasure.

Hawthorne shook his head furiously in denial.

Hawthorne smirked and pressed a second finger inside of him, carefully watching for signs of pain.

David growled and dug into the flesh inside of Hawthorne's ass.

Pendleton winced slightly but otherwise didn't complain.

Hawthorne squeaked in pain.

Once Pendleton was well stretched Montagne stood up and slicked his cock up before gently pressing inside of him.

"You're lying to me Hawthorne," he snarled, digging his finger deeper in. "I saw it with my own eyes."

This time Pendleton hissed quietly, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Master, I..." He whimpered.

Montagne stopped and let him adjust before pressing on.

David growled and grabbed his hair. "Admit it whore!" he snarled.

Pendleton began moaning in glee as Montagne found his sweet spot.

"I... I admit it, master..." Hawthorne whispered.

Montagne smirked and leaned in to kiss him.

David let go of his hair. "As I said," he purred, pulling his finger out. "You are nothing but a whore who will spread her legs for anyone."

Pendleton kissed him back, impaling himself further on the massive cock.

Hawthorne looked away, ashamed.