[ The fingers continue to thrust into him, spreading wide to stretch is already stuffed channel. Dorian’s hands twist in the ropes, weakly trying to push away the guard in front of him, to spare him from what he knew was coming. ]
P-Please, don’t… i-it’s too much, I can’t…!
[ “I think you can,” the guard says, finally withdrawing his fingers. Then he grabs a bottle from one of the others, pouring oil into his cock and spreading it carelessly. “You seem like the type who just loves<\i> being filled up, so we’re just giving you what you want.”
“Just go slow,” the guard behind Dorian warns. “Remember, Lord Karnon doesn’t want us breaking his new toys.”
A sob hitches in Dorian’s throat as the guards speak, as if he was nothing more than just an object for them to use for their pleasure. ]
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P-Please, don’t… i-it’s too much, I can’t…!
[ “I think you can,” the guard says, finally withdrawing his fingers. Then he grabs a bottle from one of the others, pouring oil into his cock and spreading it carelessly. “You seem like the type who just loves<\i> being filled up, so we’re just giving you what you want.”
“Just go slow,” the guard behind Dorian warns. “Remember, Lord Karnon doesn’t want us breaking his new toys.”
A sob hitches in Dorian’s throat as the guards speak, as if he was nothing more than just an object for them to use for their pleasure. ]