[The screams of pain just inches from Taryon had his quivering. He can hear more rustling of metal, and in the moment he wishes that he was just fucked roughly like the first man. This isn't just being used to get everyone off; he's some specimen to poke and prod at.
Though he's gently rocked into, Tary has never been more terrified. One of the guards slips his hand under Taryon's chest and clamps a cold piece of metal around a nipple. The force with which it squeezes him sends him shuddering, then again when the second nipple clamp pinches him, but the worst part is the way they pull down on his nubs. Each second is a battle against soreness, but when the guard inside him bumps into him, the clamps jangle and pull on his sensitive skin.
He can't even women his mouth to catch his breath between each thrust.
"Fuck, he looks good like this. I think he should keep it on. It'll teach him to stop screaming" A shared chuckle rises among the spectators.
"Maybe he likes the pain," another says. "When you're done, he gotta try the other stuff."
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Though he's gently rocked into, Tary has never been more terrified. One of the guards slips his hand under Taryon's chest and clamps a cold piece of metal around a nipple. The force with which it squeezes him sends him shuddering, then again when the second nipple clamp pinches him, but the worst part is the way they pull down on his nubs. Each second is a battle against soreness, but when the guard inside him bumps into him, the clamps jangle and pull on his sensitive skin.
He can't even women his mouth to catch his breath between each thrust.
"Fuck, he looks good like this. I think he should keep it on. It'll teach him to stop screaming" A shared chuckle rises among the spectators.
"Maybe he likes the pain," another says. "When you're done, he gotta try the other stuff."