The rope looped around my wrist quickly, as he knotted them firmly, then he tied the other end to a metal pole in the corner of the room. It forced me forward, my chest out, my ass still up from the position, and knees locked in place. I tugged, testing it, but it didn’t bulge. I was trapped, exposed, and my face was level with his crotch.He stood in front of me now, unzipping his pants slowly, like he knew it built the tension. His cock sprang out, thick, veined, already hard and leaking at the tip, curving up angrily, the balls heavy below. The smell hit me, musky and male, making my mouth water even as fear twisted in my gut. I was so tired, my jaw aching from earlier cries, but I had no choice because was in control.“Open up.” he growled, his hand fisting my hair, tilting my head back. I parted my lips, my tongue out hesitantantly, and he didn't wait. He thrust in deeply, his cockhead bumping the back of my throat right away. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he held me there, his
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