A type of man he knows well, but now that he can't scratch their backs and bite into their shoulders or leave angry lines on their thighs, he likes them considerably less. He tries to swallow the man's pre-come, his only chance to get his throat slick and wet and ease the pain at least somewhat. It doesn't help much. Eyes stinging, he shuts them again and curses himself for the sob he fails to hold back when thick, hot come covers his hair and drips onto his ears and neck.

If he could close his legs, that would be nice -- despite his pain, perhaps because of it, his body reacts in a way that only urges the men on. He's hard, involuntarily squeezing the plug every other thrust. Ignoring the heat and stiffness of his muscles, he does his best to entertain the man, with soft nips and hungry sucks. Mostly he can't do anything, though. The man's moving too fast and pushing in too deep. He's having trouble breathing, come covering his nose and too many sensations to process. Still, Shinjirou does his best to please.

There's always someone to take the place of those that have had their fun already and his head soon feels wet from all the guys following the first idiot's hysterical idea, joining in his dumb joke. But his cock twitches when they call him names and he can't hide that.