<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">He had hoped Cygnus would have been too stupid to interpret his slight for what it was. Of course, with the man likely looking for reason to punish him in some way it didn't go unnoticed. He knew he was in for it when Cygnus offered his help, because there was no way he'd actively try to seek Altair's pleasure. Altair went rigid when Cygnus sat up to grab his arm, staring the man in the face with a downward pull to his dry lips. Altair was met with expected pain when he was shoved onto his back, something that no doubt had been deliberate. Was this better though than being forced to contribute to his own rape? Altair couldn't be sure in that moment. It was the first time he thought ill of Dusan for encouraging his prideful nature. <br/>
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Altair had nothing more to say to Cygnus, but the discomfort was written plainly across his face as he resumed his thrusting. His breath came out in short, violent pants, listening as Cygnus said what he might do if he hit him. It wasn't in his nature to want to lash out violently, and so far for all Altair talked, he never acted against Cygnus. Not even when the man was sleeping, and there was some opportunity. It wasn't for fear of what Cygnus would do to him if he didn't kill him. Altair simply lacked the desire to hurt someone in the way that Cygnus took part of regularly. <br/>
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He was still for a few moments when Cygnus wrapped his hands around his throat, feeling him tighten. He started thrusting at a furious rate, and then, lacking the ability to breath and feeling like the skin was being shredded from his back, Altair gave way to panic. Before, he'd controlled himself, pulled Cygnus closer to him, but he felt truly powerless. Nothing appeased the man, and he was starting to believe even if he'd been a perfect, obedient slave, Cygnus would had still found excuse to add stripes to his otherwise perfect skin. It didn't matter what he did at all. Cygnus never gave release or reward. He only left him alone at the best of times. <br/>
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And so Altair thrashed wildly, trying to pull Cygnus' hands away when he thought the man might actually have decided it in his better interest to choke the life out of him. If he lived through this, he needed to keep his mouth shut entirely. It was only a matter of time before they reached land, where anything had to be better than what he was currently facing. He didn't hit Cygnus, only pushed and yanked, tears streaming down his cheeks as Cygnus continued to fuck him brutally. He only had so much energy for it, and his vision swan.</span></span>