His head's spinning, for a moment so badly he's not sure where up and down is anymore, and then the man finally fills him up. He's dead silent, feeling his body suck the come inside as if it hadn't even noticed the abuse of the past minutes. His cock stirs, but without any more stimulation except for the sting of the man pulling out, he fails to reach the edge.
Shinjirou wants nothing more than a break after getting fucked so raw he wonders how he's ever going to sit down again. There's less than a second to catch his breath. Instinctively, he attempts to draw away. He doesn't get far, as the next stranger pulls him right back onto his cock. Hissing, he stretches once more around the sudden intrusion. This man's bigger than the one before and Shinjirou prays in vain that he's going to be at least a bit more careful.
That isn't the case, he notices within the first few thrusts. The other man's come gets pressed out of him, slick and warm as it stains him. Though it does sort of soothe his hole, making it easier to accept the blunt force the man uses on him. It isn't long before his head's thrown back. Yeah, he's used to having men pull on his hair, move him around the way they need him, or just to make him shut up when he's mouthing off and being annoying.
Gasping for air, his back arched unnaturally, a stranger's fingers digging into his skull and one ass cheek to keep him open -- he's going to faint at some point, he thinks. He'll definitely have bruises scattered all over for the next few days, maybe longer. The thought makes him clench, push into the thrusts for the first time. Yes, everything hurts, from his knees on the hard floor to his wrists straining against the rope, to his burning insides. But he wants these strangers, just like this, treating him like they see fit.
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Shinjirou wants nothing more than a break after getting fucked so raw he wonders how he's ever going to sit down again. There's less than a second to catch his breath. Instinctively, he attempts to draw away. He doesn't get far, as the next stranger pulls him right back onto his cock. Hissing, he stretches once more around the sudden intrusion. This man's bigger than the one before and Shinjirou prays in vain that he's going to be at least a bit more careful.
That isn't the case, he notices within the first few thrusts. The other man's come gets pressed out of him, slick and warm as it stains him. Though it does sort of soothe his hole, making it easier to accept the blunt force the man uses on him. It isn't long before his head's thrown back. Yeah, he's used to having men pull on his hair, move him around the way they need him, or just to make him shut up when he's mouthing off and being annoying.
Gasping for air, his back arched unnaturally, a stranger's fingers digging into his skull and one ass cheek to keep him open -- he's going to faint at some point, he thinks. He'll definitely have bruises scattered all over for the next few days, maybe longer. The thought makes him clench, push into the thrusts for the first time. Yes, everything hurts, from his knees on the hard floor to his wrists straining against the rope, to his burning insides. But he wants these strangers, just like this, treating him like they see fit.