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He doesn't know where he is, he doesn't remember how he got here. His head is empty, and now he feels only a soft carpet blanket under his knees.
There seems to be a soft cloth tied over his eyes, and although he can't see what is happening now, he is quite capable of feeling and hearing.
So when someone's hand falls on his jaw, he tries to move away from the unexpected touch, but nothing works: his body does not obey, and the hand moves from his jaw to his hair, squeezing it.
Something hot hits his cheek, it rubs lightly against it, leaving a sticky mark behind it.
Damian begins to understand what it is, but he does not want to think about it again, and it is difficult for him to keep the thoughts in his head for more than a few seconds before they drown in a thick fog enveloping his consciousness.
He is brought out of his weak thoughts by a light blow to the lips. The cock rubs against them, coating them in a light layer of slime. The hand in his hair tugs upward, causing Damian's head to lift, his mouth slightly open at the sudden movement.
The cock is pushed down his throat in one thrust, he gags at the sudden intrusion, his throat instinctively clenching. The man's hand guides the movements of his head, causing his mouth to slide over the cock, his tongue instinctively moving over the organ in an attempt to push the oversized object out of his throat, but the movements are slow and do no good, only making the man above him move even faster.
The drool dripping from his chin falls onto his lap, leaving an unpleasant wet mark, and the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes threaten to spill as the cock hits the back of his throat once more, sending waves of pain through his body.
Damian tries to move his hands behind his back, but his movements are sluggish, and all unsuccessful attempts only take away the last of his body's strength. So he quickly gives up, trying to ignore the pain in his throat and immerse himself in his own thoughts.
He doesn't know where he is or who this person is next to him. He only briefly remembers some events popping into his head, but they quickly disappear into the fog of his consciousness.
It's 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.
The hand in his hair tightens and brings him out of his thoughts. he feels how the man's movements lose their initial rhythm and become chaotic. Soon they stop altogether, and the cock deep in his throat erupts thick streams of semen. there is a lot of it, his throat instinctively contracts and swallows it in an attempt not to choke.
Salty.
The cock is slowly pulled out of his mouth, and he hears an obscene squelching sound from this action.
Now he can only focus on his own heavy breathing, this sound completely absorbs him, and everything else fades into the background. the sound fills the space, and in the silence it seems too loud.
Intil he hears a growl in the distance and the sound of a metal chain hitting the floor.
Damian tries to turn his head towards the sound, but his body is picked up and in the next few seconds he is sitting on someone's lap.
The sudden change in position makes his head spin and he falls backwards along with his body, leaning against the torso of the sitting man.
Large hands wander over his chest, lightly touching his nipples with their fingers.
Damian only now realizes that he is wearing something very thin and light. But it lies softly on his body and is almost imperceptible, he likes this feeling of lightness.
A soft moan escapes from his throat when fingers squeeze and lightly pull his nipples.
𝘖.
It's a strange sensation, much better than the throbbing pain in his throat, and it makes him feel like he's drowning in soft cotton wool. The hands don't stop their slow caresses, and from this he feels a strange sensation of heat inside himself, his thighs languidly try to rub against each other, and more and more quiet moans escape from his slightly open mouth.
He completely immerses himself in the sensation of pleasant heat when one of the hands goes down between his spread legs and lightly presses his fingers on his wet crotch.
He slides between the folds, caressing them. damian likes it, but the sounds of angry growls and screams full of anger tear him out of the haze of pleasure.
He slowly blinks under the blindfold, trying to distinguish what exactly people are shouting, but the more he tries to focus on them, the more the voices begin to mix into one unpleasant noise, from which his head begins to buzz unpleasantly.
He wants to open his mouth and tell them to shut up, that they're giving him a headache, but all that comes out of his slightly open mouth is a loud moan as two fingers are inserted into his wet vagina, and his palm rubs against his sensitive clitoris.
This is good.
Fingers move inside him, pleasantly stretching his insides, the constant movements make the lubricant secrete intensively, and with each movement of the fingers a squelching sound is heard.
The other hand, still caressing his chest, tugs at his hard nipple, causing Damian to let out a strangled sob. his chest begins to ache from the rough handling, and this makes tears unpleasantly well up in his eyes again, forcing Damian to blink them away.
Tears roll freely from his eyes, soaking the fabric of the blindfold. he feels the movement of the man's chest, it seems he is laughing, but his laughter is quickly interrupted by a loud scream.
The voice seems familiar.
The fingers stop painfully pulling at his chest, but the man grabs his face. a strong grip squeezes his cheeks unpleasantly. The man says something, but it seems to be addressed not to him, but to the screaming man. He doesn't try to focus on the words, he thinks about the scream he heard earlier. The voice is so familiar, he seems to have heard it more than once, but no matter how hard he tries to strain and remember its owner, nothing comes out, it only makes his headache worse.
A jerk forward makes him press his lips to the man's in a kiss. The tongue easily penetrates into his mouth, filling it, and the hand releases his face and falls to his thigh.
The fingers are pulled out of his vagina with a loud squelch. He feels the hand on his thigh slightly lift his leg, and the large cock begins to rub against his wet pussy.
Damian moans into the kiss when the head once again touches his clit, causing the heat in his stomach to intensify. The friction continues until the vagina begins to squeeze around the emptiness. And with a loud squeal, he cums on the cock, covering it with sticky juice.
The man breaks the kiss and Damian feels his hot breath on his lips. His legs are lifted by his hands and the head of his cock is poking into his wet hole. The man says something again and now Damian can hear his mocking tone; he seems to be mocking someone.
He thinks it's those people screaming in anger.
The head pushes inside and stretches his walls unpleasantly. The man doesn't stop, pushing his cock further inside him.
It's horrible, too much stretching causes a lot of pain. Damian sobs in pain, closing his watery eyes. The man's hands release his legs and rest on his waist, abruptly pushing him all the way onto his cock.
Damian's mouth opens in a silent scream, tears freely dripping from his eyes, running through the mask and down his cheeks. It hurts.
The man sets a fast pace, which makes the pain even more noticeable. he hears loud screams from people, but he is too busy with his own pain to pay attention to them.
One of the hands presses on his stomach, causing the vagina to contract against damian's will. The head of his penis hits the fleshy wall, causing him to groan in pain. The movement stops abruptly, and the hand removes the wet cloth from his face.
The light is blinding and he blinks rapidly, trying to adjust to the light.
The first thing Damian notices is that the room he is in is well decorated, and the second thing is that there are people. Several people are kneeling, and their bodies seem to be bound with chains and ropes. He blinks, trying to get rid of the layer of tears in his eyes, but the man begins to move again, and the tears only begin to blur his vision more.
Damian does not take his eyes off the chained people; they all seem familiar to him. He feels like he knows them all. They are saying something, but all he can make out from their screams is a few threats of violence and his name. It seems like one of them is screaming that everything will be okay.
Are they trying to calm him down?
Now he feels ashamed that they know him, and he can’t even remember their names.
The shocks begin to pick up speed, but their pace is off and chaotic. one of the hands goes down to the clitoris and starts rubbing it. pain mixes with pleasure, and the second orgasm comes much faster than the first. the insides pulsate and squeeze around the penis, bringing the man to his own release.
Damian feels hot sperm fill him from the inside, and a few drops flow out. he does not pay attention to it; His consciousness begins to waver on the edge of wakefulness and sleep.
Damian's back lies on the man's chest, his eyes close. He feels hands squeeze his flesh again and the thrusts resume. he hears people start screaming again, and for the first time he hears a voice, a man whispering something in his ear.
In a half-sleep, he understands only one word.
𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙧.