[ Dorian doesn’t answer right away, even when his stomach stops heaving, mostly because he didn’t quite trust it just yet. Stumbling over to the water pump, he uses some to rinse his mouth, spitting it out in the sink before he manages to finally answer in hoarse voice. ]
D-Dorian.
[ It’s a little thing, being able to use his name - that someone cares to ask. Even the small reminder of his identity helps him not get lost in all this, that he isn’t just the role that’s being forced on him… on them. ]
I-It’s not your fault, Tary. N-Neither of us had a choice in what happened.
[ It’s easy to say that. But as he fills a bucket with water and starts to clean up, he scrubs the rag a bit too hard over his skin, as if trying to rub the whole thing off.
Because he can still feel the men’s hands on him, feel their touch dig into his flesh. The cum still staining his face and leaking from his hole only has him scrubbing harder. ]
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D-Dorian.
[ It’s a little thing, being able to use his name - that someone cares to ask. Even the small reminder of his identity helps him not get lost in all this, that he isn’t just the role that’s being forced on him… on them. ]
I-It’s not your fault, Tary. N-Neither of us had a choice in what happened.
[ It’s easy to say that. But as he fills a bucket with water and starts to clean up, he scrubs the rag a bit too hard over his skin, as if trying to rub the whole thing off.
Because he can still feel the men’s hands on him, feel their touch dig into his flesh. The cum still staining his face and leaking from his hole only has him scrubbing harder. ]