He has never been so stretched -- he has taken two cocks at once and still he has never been so stretched. "It's so big, it's so big," his voice a whine -- "it's too much," he is certainly crying, he is certainly drooling, he is out of control and clawing at the bed and squirming, squirming, driving himself back on it. "I can't take it, I can't," as he does, his entire world narrowed to the incredible penetration, the thickness that feels as though it crushes everything in him, hollows him out so that all he's good for is cock. "You'll ruin me, you'll fuck me open and ruin me," and the thrusts draw loud, vocal cries.

Hamilton knows that sometimes it's possible to milk come out of a soft cock by targeting the right spot, inside -- what he didn't know is that if he is so mercilessly penetrated that the targeting doesn't matter, and the soft and spongy place inside him is squeezed so relentlessly that it is near flattened.

He grabs Burr's hand and hitches himself up, just enough to guide it to his mostly-soft cock, put Burr's fingers at the tip. "Look, you're forcing it out," to show Burr how the white semen literally spills from him, doesn't shoot but just weeps out of the slit, forced by every rough thrust. And he moans, helplessly, as he is fucked so hard the words are scattered away again.

"Knot me --" It isn't a plea, it is a demand, a shout. He wants it immediately; he refuses to wait, and Burr won't be able to refuse him. "Knot me now."