The tall, tanned bully unbuttons his tight jeans slowly, relishing the sight of your panicking body squirming in his hand as you watch what's happening. "Hey!" he shouts, almost deafening you, and clamps his fingers around you tightly. You wince, your rib throbbing in pain. He slowly pulls back the waistband of his underwear and drops you in, letting you fall a couple of feet to your humid, musky prison.
Blane's cock, thick and fleshy, is already standing up limply and leaning against you inside the sweaty tent. An acid-like, rancid smell flows from his wet piss slit, which is forced against your face, and you tremble in fear of exciting the monster any further.
Outside, Blane stands over Johnny, who still cradles his bruised stomach and looks sick with worry. "Aaah, your boyfriend feels good squirmin' around in there, John!" He nudges his crotch roughly, enjoying the feel of you jump against his cock and Johnny's pale look of worry and powerlessness.
"Please, dude.." Johnny bows his head, too afraid to even face the cruel boy's crotch which is right in front of him "Please just let the poor guy go"
"No can do, faggot." he teases "In fact, I like the feel of your little boyfriend gettin' me off so much that I'm gonna.."
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