Ah! [Tary stumbles back, his arms still wobbly from being tied up for hours, and fails to catch himself on the bed. He falls on his back across Lord Karnon's legs, looking up at a waiting face eying his cock.
He pushes himself up, faces his tormentor and pauses. He's being asked to make himself suffer. It's not someone grabbing him and forcing himself onto Taryon. The responsibility of degradation falls on himself.
But that means he can set the pace. If he does what he's asked, he'll have the power to stop when it hurts.] I will.
[He works on unbuttoning the top of Karnon's shirt.]
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He pushes himself up, faces his tormentor and pauses. He's being asked to make himself suffer. It's not someone grabbing him and forcing himself onto Taryon. The responsibility of degradation falls on himself.
But that means he can set the pace. If he does what he's asked, he'll have the power to stop when it hurts.] I will.
[He works on unbuttoning the top of Karnon's shirt.]