[Taryon hisses through his teeth as he's stretched open - almost lovingly, if he could forget everything that happened until now. His mind cuts the cord connecting his mouth and his body begging him to scream and demand that these men stop. He is silent for a good minute as the Captain (Tary wonders if that's just his dream position and not his actual rank) rocks himself into Taryon--
"Hey," He grabs Tary's hair and lifts him up. "You don't like this? You want to switch with your friend?"
he sees Dorian speared on a guard who is still wearing his shirt, his legs forced open and set of fingers squeezing into his stuffed hole. Better him than me, says Taryon's instinct to survive. He has to be grateful. He has to enjoy this.]
No. No, please, move-- move faster, Captain. [An awful line inspired by awful prose, but if it plays into his fantasies, then it can stop there: just an imagined scene and nothing painful.] Captain, you're so big, I w-- I wa---I want you...
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"Hey," He grabs Tary's hair and lifts him up. "You don't like this? You want to switch with your friend?"
he sees Dorian speared on a guard who is still wearing his shirt, his legs forced open and set of fingers squeezing into his stuffed hole. Better him than me, says Taryon's instinct to survive. He has to be grateful. He has to enjoy this.]
No. No, please, move-- move faster, Captain. [An awful line inspired by awful prose, but if it plays into his fantasies, then it can stop there: just an imagined scene and nothing painful.] Captain, you're so big, I w-- I wa---I want you...