He's had many guys abuse his throat this way before, but no amount of experience could have prepared him for the moment when he's not letting them do it against his own free will. Without the guy yanking his head up, he'd curl in on himself until the pain subsides, but he can't do that. Hot come hits him across the face and he just barely reacts fast enough, shutting his eyes. When he blinks them open again, his lashes are glued together. His self-hatred doesn't leave a lot of room to hate anyone else, but this man has earned his second place. Yet Shinjirou bows his head demurely.

At least he doesn't have a long way to crawl towards the first man that drops his pants and takes his dick out. It's still difficult enough, even if it's only a few steps. The man waits until Shinjirou has made it over. They're having fun with this, none of them interested in making it easier for him.

Taking a shallow breath, he kisses the head of the man's cock. "May I, Sir?" His voice is so broken, what he says sounds more like a creak. As long as it keeps the craziest of the crazy here, away from the girl, he can be sweet. He can pepper all of their cocks with kisses and suck them into his aching throat. He can do it and he'll let all of them cover his face with their come, if they want to. With three guys suddenly standing beside him, all of them stroking their cocks and aiming it at him, that's a fair guess.