When the thrusts started back up Jackson fell silent once again. His mind focused more on telling his body that he hated this touch, that the rough force of Onin's hips didn't feel good. He felt tired already from his mind attempting to fight with his body, but his mind was obviously losing this match horribly. Blood from biting his lip began to dribble down his chin, he couldn't do anything about it with his hands held tightly to his naked back.<br/><br/>One thrust hit his prostate dead on, and it was a hard one. He couldn't control the sound that came out, the feeling was so much better than any of the times he jerked himself off. His body let out a loud moan, Onin's cock was hitting just the right spot now to make his captured boy mewl for him. "F-Fuck, stop doing it there!" He whined, his voice pathetically weak now as he choked on the other moans that threatened to slip out.