Vernon praised himself, his sweaty flesh slapping into Harry's backside as he increased his pace and began grunting even louder in his quest for release. He didn't care how bruising the impact of his thrusts were. But rather choosing to enjoy the sweaty slapping of their bodies colliding together over and over and over again. Harry's cries of pain soon disappeared and he simply layed there on his belly, sniffling into the sheets. His mind cornering itself into a little hole where he was aware of what was happening to him but at the same time it's like he wasn't consciously there. His was mind blank but conscious, his body simply reacted to his uncle's rough thrusts, causing his anus to repeatedly tighten with each pump. The feeling of Vernon's fat on him weighed his body down and kept him from even squirming away. His flesh searing against the boy's back. And Harry only awaited his Uncle to finally finish, not knowing what this new and painful for his uncle game was.