Damien POVThe young man’s tears continues to stream down his flushed cheeks. “Please… stop,” he sobbed, voice cracking. “I can’t—I beg you.”I ignored his plea, my fingers continued their relentless intrusion, pushing deeper into the tight heat of the young man’s ass.Each thrust drew louder, painful moans from trembling lips, a mix of pain and unwilling response.Without warning, l unzipped my trousers. Letting my thick hardened meat rod sprang free, heavy and pulsing in the dim hotel light. I deliberately held it up there for the young man to see—letting him fear.“What are you doing?” The young man twisted frantically beneath me.“I paid for this service,” I said growling at him. “So you’d better make it worth every cent.”Forcing the young man’s thighs apart with bruising strength, I positioned myself at the slick, abused rear entrance. Teasingly, I rubbed the blunt head of my rod against the sensitive flesh, coating it in the remnants of the earlier play.“Stop… please, I’m beg
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