"...push him too hard?" The voice sounded familiar, warm. Full of concern and panic.
"He's fine. Just adjusting. We haven't poured that much into him at once before. After all, he can't take two cocks at once yet." Another familiar voice. This one rumbly, heavy.
"That's true. I'm sure he's also tired as well. He's been pushed the hardest out of anyone here." Logical, but familiar as well.
Cass breathed slowly. His chest rising and falling as he tried to gather himself. What had happened? Where was he? It took another few seconds before everything came rushing back, and when it did, he realised exactly what they were talking about.
It was Edgar, Lucian and Gideon speaking about Cass, and they were talking about his condition of all things. Had Cass…passed out? Fuck, that was embarrassing if that was the case. He knew that he was weak and didn't have physical stamina, but to pass out after that?
