The time he's left alone he spends counting, at first. He'd like to know, at least in general, how long he's waiting. Some sort of direction he can cling to. However, when he thinks he feels a breath of air on his exposed back it's enough of a distraction to have him forget how far he's counted already.
Writhing for a moment, he tries to accept that he's lost his last way of knowing the time and therefore, his last chance to orient himself, apart from when someone's touching him. He learns too soon that the latter isn't very soothing.
No chance to prepare himself -- thankfully Jade's taken care of the physical side -- and then the sharp rip of the plug when it's yanked out of him. He's cold for a second, freezing with fear, clenching. Despite the quick bout of panic, his body takes the unknown man's cock with ease: He's slick and still aroused. No wonder it fits. Yet it also stings worse than anything he's ever felt before and it doesn't help much that the man has a crushing grip as well.
It's more than uncomfortable, his cock pressing into the bench, the man bearing down with his entire weight. He swallows on his own spit, half-coughing, half-moaning. Jerking against the hold does nothing at all. His cock is still painfully squashed and he can't do anything about it. He's forced to take it, just like he wanted it to be.
The fabric over his eyes dampens and he prays no one's around to notice, not that it'd matter in the end. The most sensitive parts of his body burn like hell and each rough thrust pushes him closer to giving up the last bit of dignity, to whimpering, until he finally does. Which is the same moment he feels that familiar heaviness in his groin that'd normally make his cock twitch. If being noisy is what turns this into not just bearable, but arousing, then it's better to let the desperate whines out. He'll have to deal with only being able to hear himself and nothing else, somehow, and not knowing how loud he really is for everyone else.
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Writhing for a moment, he tries to accept that he's lost his last way of knowing the time and therefore, his last chance to orient himself, apart from when someone's touching him. He learns too soon that the latter isn't very soothing.
No chance to prepare himself -- thankfully Jade's taken care of the physical side -- and then the sharp rip of the plug when it's yanked out of him. He's cold for a second, freezing with fear, clenching. Despite the quick bout of panic, his body takes the unknown man's cock with ease: He's slick and still aroused. No wonder it fits. Yet it also stings worse than anything he's ever felt before and it doesn't help much that the man has a crushing grip as well.
It's more than uncomfortable, his cock pressing into the bench, the man bearing down with his entire weight. He swallows on his own spit, half-coughing, half-moaning. Jerking against the hold does nothing at all. His cock is still painfully squashed and he can't do anything about it. He's forced to take it, just like he wanted it to be.
The fabric over his eyes dampens and he prays no one's around to notice, not that it'd matter in the end. The most sensitive parts of his body burn like hell and each rough thrust pushes him closer to giving up the last bit of dignity, to whimpering, until he finally does. Which is the same moment he feels that familiar heaviness in his groin that'd normally make his cock twitch. If being noisy is what turns this into not just bearable, but arousing, then it's better to let the desperate whines out. He'll have to deal with only being able to hear himself and nothing else, somehow, and not knowing how loud he really is for everyone else.