Bryck had Westley in a state of ecstasy with each thrust, he grunted as he came inside of Westley once more, making Westley who was already spent pant heavily. His pupils were blown and his eyes were hazy from lust and his body exhausted and fatigued. Bryck pulled out, seeing that he was still hard. "Sorry Westley, I'm still hard." he knelt back, his chest red from all the sex, his blue eyes dark and his chest and forehead dripping with perspiration. Westley's eyes fluttered open as he nodded once. He never had had this much sex in his life.

Bryck held him by his thighs and pulled him lower. He lifted his left leg up and placed it over his shoulder as he rubbed his tip against Westley's swollen dark pink pucker. "Ready?" Westley nodded making Bryck tsk. "Use your words Westley."

Westley swallowed, chuckling softly as he opened his mouth to speak. "Yes... I'm ready." he licked his lips in wait of Bryck's hard cock, grabbing at the sheets once Bryck pushed forward, into his puffy anus. A shaky gasp escaped his lips. “Fuck… ahh Bryck.” His head lobed back as his propped himself up on the pillow behind him. Bryck buried his cock deep within him before he pulled back and shoved back in. Westley hissed, his thigh quivered as he flopped back onto the bed. He reached between them to wrap his fingers around his softened cock as he began to jerk himself

Bryck saw Westley jerking himself and took his hand away from his cock. "Nah uh." Bryck pushed forward. Westley grunted and clenched around his cock. "Fuck... too much."

Bryck meet his half laden eyes and then he stopped. "Shit." He gently pulled out of Westley still causing him to hiss and returned his leg back down to the sheet. He took in Westley's state and felt like an asshole. His chest, cheeks and neck were red from the amount of sex that they had and his body was so drained that he could barely move. Bryck ran a hand back through his hair and swore. How many times had he cum inside of him? How many times had he fucked him? How much had Westley cried out in more pain than pleasure. "I'm so sorry West." Westley looked up at him, his chest slowly rising and falling. "For what? I gave you permission."

"Yeah, but you didn't think it would have lasted this long... it's been three hours, the effects should wear off soon. I don't feel like taking anymore advantage of you anymore. I'll clean everything up, don't move."

"That'll be easy, I can't." He snickered and Bryck looked at him as if he were insane. "This isn't funny West."

"Oh, shut up I know it isn't, stupid. You're a good guy Bryck... I'm tired."

"I know, I'll go get a wash cloth." He got off the bed and walked around it, to the bathroom. His erection was thankfully going down and his stamina with it. He couldn't believe he did that. He had had sex with Westley about eight times and had around what, ten orgasms. He was flabbergasted that he could even survive that let alone Westley. He scoffed, his head hurt. He chuckled then as he turned on the faucet, this is how all of this shit began. He sighed and took the damp cloth out to Westley and a small bowl with some warm water. He began to clean off Westley's belly, where he had cum once or twice then he rung the cloth and stood up. "Hey West can you turn on your stomach for me?" Westley shook his head. "Can't move, you do it." Bryck cursed at himself for being so ignorant to Westley's physical state and lifted his leg and began cleaning him off. He hadn't realized how much he came inside of him. He tried not to be embarrassed by the amount of ejaculation that oozed from Westley's anus as he made sure that he was all cleaned up. "Alright... I'm done." He stood up again, taking the bowl and cloth with him as he washed everything. He felt so shitty. What the fuck was his deal? Why had he done that, yes he got permission, but he abused his power over Westley.

"Stop blaming yourself." He gasped and turned to see Westley leaning against the doorframe. "I can literally hear your thoughts. Look, I'll recover okay. I've been used as a cum dump before, I'll be fine, so quit guilting yourself. I wanna take a shower, help me out?" Bryck nodded and moved to help him into the big shower where there was a bench and a rail to hold onto. "Do you wanna sit?"

"Hell no, my ass is still sore." Bryck cringed and Westley sighed and held him behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. "Stop it." Come on, close the door and make those hands useful." Bryck turned on the hot water and took Westley's black wash cloth and began to lather him with soap. He took his time making sure he had washed him properly and then stood and used the detachable head to rinse him off. "Your turn."

"West, I can manage."

"Shut up and turn around." He took the wash cloth from him and rung it and poured more soap onto it as he began to wash Bryck's back. "You know, you're the first person who I allowed myself to go beyond my limitations for. I rarely ever lose myself so much during sex to get so spent that I couldn't even move. I guess you had a lot to get off your chest. Do you feel better now?"

Bryck shook his head, turning around with tears in his eyes. "Westley, I hurt you. I could see it. I went too far."

"Aww fuck. Come on. You never cry Bryston." Westley threw his hands around his neck, surprising his friend. "I love you Bryston, and I know you feel horrible right now, but I'm okay. I promise." Bryck opened his mouth to speak but a sob slipped out instead and his lips trembled and tears ran down his cheeks only to get washed away by the hot spray. He wrapped his arms around Westley. "I'm so sorry. I just... I just didn't know what came over me. Please forgive me."

"Always baby. I'm okay, shh, I'm okay. You still owe me one by the way." Bryck snickered then, surprised that he remembered what he said prior and touched his forehead with Westley's. "Anything you want."

"You... just you."

"Bryck kissed his forehead. "Then you have me."

Bryck's tears subsided and he and Westley finished their shower and dried off and Bryck helped him get dress for bed after they stripped off the dirty sheets and got into bed. Bryck continued to apologize until Westley hit him with a pillow and then they fell asleep in each other's arms.