“I asked if you like it?” he shouted, his voice echoing throughout the room.
“Ah! Yes…” Hayde said in a cracking voice.
Leave him the fuck alone.
Fehrin adjusted his dick, clearly aiming so that he could ram it into Hayde’s hole.
He snickered as he stepped forward.
Kinzer couldn’t let this happen. If Fehrin wanted to rape one of them, he would rather it be himself than Hayde, who had already endured enough at the hands of monsters like this.
“Hey, douche!” Kinzer exclaimed.
Fehrin stopped, his gaze shifting across the room to Kinzer.
“Getting jealous over there, are we?”
“I didn’t say that,” Kinzer replied. He wanted to provoke Fehrin, but he couldn’t let him know that he didn’t want him taking Hayde, because then he would surely do just that… and even worse than he’d initially considered.
Fehrin stomped over to Kinzer.
He approached. His fully erect cock, engorged, throbbing, hung before him.
Fehrin knelt, twisted the whip around Kinzer’s neck, and tightened it.
The whip constricted around his throat. The barbs pierced through his flesh.
For a moment, it was manageable, but the longer Fehrin held him in the chokehold, and the tighter he pulled, the more desperate Kinzer became for air.
Pressure swelled as he felt blood rush to his head.
Fehrin jiggled his cock in Kinzer’s face. “Go ahead,” he said. “Lick it. Lick it like the bitch you are.”
He clutched the whip together with one hand and used the other to tap his dick against Kinzer’s cheek.
Kinzer turned as much as he could to avoid contact.
“I said, lick it.”
He shifted his cock, chasing it after Kinzer’s lips. When he caught them, he tapped it against them furiously. He twisted his wrist, tightening the whip even more. Blood dripped from the barbed whip onto the concrete beneath him.
Kinzer gagged.
Fehrin used the opportunity to insert the head of his dick in Kinzer’s mouth.
Kinzer tucked his head back close to the stock, then pushed his neck forward as he attacked Fehrin’s cock from the side. He sank his teeth into the shaft, clenching so tight that he drew blood. His mouth filled with the taste of iron.
“Fuck!” Fehrin cried.
He tried to step back, but Kinzer’s hold kept him from getting far.
The swelling member shrank rapidly so that Kinzer had to bite down harder to keep up with its shifting size.
“Let go, you fucking ass!” Fehrin wailed.
He grabbed either side of the whip and tugged as hard as he could, choking Kinzer so that he nearly gagged, but he stopped himself. He had to be strong.
Spots appeared before him, obscuring his vision. If this didn’t work fast, he was in serious trouble.
