He yelps when his head is yanked back; he hasn't seen that coming, though maybe he should have expected this kind of treatment. His arms twist, uselessly, rubbing up and down in the narrow space he can move them. All over his body, his muscles are tense. They're twitching, in his upper arms and thighs. He gulps every breath of air down, chest rising and falling rapidly.
It hurts, from head to toe, and his hackles are raised with the anticipation of new pain. If only he could tell what the man's going to do next, then at least the shock wouldn't worsen the burn and press of the raw handling he's being put through. Disgusting, but he's relieved that Irvin took him a few times. This feels more like being taken by the dog than by another man.
His jaw bursts with pain when it hits the bench and spit drips onto the surface with the next wet, gurgling inhale. Tongue tasting slightly of iron and salt, he voluntarily pushes himself into the bench. Every thrust rocks him forward and while he can't hear it, he can feel the impact. Without the lube, without Jade opening him up beforehand ... he doubts he'd have been able to bear the man. His insides are on fire, each sharp snap of the man's hips running straight up his spine into his brain, and soon he's shaking from the intensity.
Perhaps the next fuck won't be as raw -- else he's going to be horrifyingly sore before midnight. "Hurts, hurts," slips out once and hopefully, it's inaudible. He lets his groans pitch higher and louder for it, trying to make up for speaking without permission.
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It hurts, from head to toe, and his hackles are raised with the anticipation of new pain. If only he could tell what the man's going to do next, then at least the shock wouldn't worsen the burn and press of the raw handling he's being put through. Disgusting, but he's relieved that Irvin took him a few times. This feels more like being taken by the dog than by another man.
His jaw bursts with pain when it hits the bench and spit drips onto the surface with the next wet, gurgling inhale. Tongue tasting slightly of iron and salt, he voluntarily pushes himself into the bench. Every thrust rocks him forward and while he can't hear it, he can feel the impact. Without the lube, without Jade opening him up beforehand ... he doubts he'd have been able to bear the man. His insides are on fire, each sharp snap of the man's hips running straight up his spine into his brain, and soon he's shaking from the intensity.
Perhaps the next fuck won't be as raw -- else he's going to be horrifyingly sore before midnight. "Hurts, hurts," slips out once and hopefully, it's inaudible. He lets his groans pitch higher and louder for it, trying to make up for speaking without permission.