[A hand tells him that he's not alone. Though his need to hold onto Dorian's hand and squeeze it is strong, his strength to pull away from his next tormentor is gone. His trousers have now been torn off, and his legs are spread around Bedford. His hideous mug looks directly into his eyes while he grips Taryon's cock.
He winces. The soft flesh can't stand the pressure.
Taryon turns his head to see what is happening to his companion — and yes, he has a full view of Dorian opening up and taking the entire cock with a pained noises. He can't pull his eyes away as he stares in horror. Or is Wellington right, and this is giving him ideas? The basic thought stays in him: what if he were to treat Dorian better than these brutes?
Movement on his cock snaps his attention back to Bedford. "Hey sweetheart, look at me." He rubs his faster, which unfortunately does help to encourage blood flow. "Get yourself ready, sonny. Can you hold on?"
Lord Karnon presses his hands against Taryon's back. Encouragement. Support. Bedford angles him back, and together, they insert Taryon onto the thick, rough rod.
He bites back a moan, which grows loud with fear when Karnon shoves him forward. Taryon's bare legs are wrapped around the chair, and Bedford's arms are wrapped around him.
"Fuck me. And tell me how good I am." He hums as he ruts into Taryon.]
Hhah...hah, very g-good. [Tary whispers with eyes frozen wide.] Very...keep going. [He wraps his arms around Bedford's shoulders, who takes the encouragement to buck into him faster.]
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He winces. The soft flesh can't stand the pressure.
Taryon turns his head to see what is happening to his companion — and yes, he has a full view of Dorian opening up and taking the entire cock with a pained noises. He can't pull his eyes away as he stares in horror. Or is Wellington right, and this is giving him ideas? The basic thought stays in him: what if he were to treat Dorian better than these brutes?
Movement on his cock snaps his attention back to Bedford. "Hey sweetheart, look at me." He rubs his faster, which unfortunately does help to encourage blood flow. "Get yourself ready, sonny. Can you hold on?"
Lord Karnon presses his hands against Taryon's back. Encouragement. Support. Bedford angles him back, and together, they insert Taryon onto the thick, rough rod.
He bites back a moan, which grows loud with fear when Karnon shoves him forward. Taryon's bare legs are wrapped around the chair, and Bedford's arms are wrapped around him.
"Fuck me. And tell me how good I am." He hums as he ruts into Taryon.]
Hhah...hah, very g-good. [Tary whispers with eyes frozen wide.] Very...keep going. [He wraps his arms around Bedford's shoulders, who takes the encouragement to buck into him faster.]