[No matter how he calls out for an end to this, no one comes to his rescue. Nobody kicks in the door and slices the heads of all of the guards, all missing parts of their armor as they wait their turns. No one has any sense of guilt. He's just a stupid good-for-nothing son that deserves to be punished until he learns to be better. Lawrence told him that he was a handsome man, and now it's true. His body is the only useful thing about him.
He bites back, curling into himself and at the same time, lifting his legs. The guard takes advantage of the new angle and thrusts against Taryon's prostate, drawing own a moan as tears well in his eyes.
"There we go. You'll feel better like! This!" He punctuates the last few words with additional strikes to his sweet spot.
Taryon releases more sobs that comes out as moans as the man continues to rail him, sometimes missing the spot, but always grunting pleasureably as he works himself towards the end.]
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[No matter how he calls out for an end to this, no one comes to his rescue. Nobody kicks in the door and slices the heads of all of the guards, all missing parts of their armor as they wait their turns. No one has any sense of guilt. He's just a stupid good-for-nothing son that deserves to be punished until he learns to be better. Lawrence told him that he was a handsome man, and now it's true. His body is the only useful thing about him.
He bites back, curling into himself and at the same time, lifting his legs. The guard takes advantage of the new angle and thrusts against Taryon's prostate, drawing own a moan as tears well in his eyes.
"There we go. You'll feel better like! This!" He punctuates the last few words with additional strikes to his sweet spot.
Taryon releases more sobs that comes out as moans as the man continues to rail him, sometimes missing the spot, but always grunting pleasureably as he works himself towards the end.]