Carson bolted upright. “Carson? Are you okay?” He nodded, feeling exactly the opposite. “Yeah, I’m…” he stammered. “I just gotta use the bathroom.” He waddled past the TV, into the bedroom, wincing with every step. His hole was still tender, fucked so raw he could hardly walk. He could still feel the man inside him. But the same feeling that had given him so much comfort only moments before now filled him with disgust. He...