Mashi's hand fisted in Taiga's hair pulled into soft, fragrant cowlicks. He forced his dick past Taiga's lips and jabbed deep into his throat, but Taiga didn't gag, staying perfectly attuned to Mashi's cock and his movements. This was a familiar treatment to him.<br/><br/>He looked straight ahead at Mashi's bulging abs. He had seen many abs like this. Men were all alike. They looked alike, they acted like. Their sweat and precum tasted the same.<br/><br/>Taiga was thrown back, grunting as his shoulders and head rapped into the wood. His ankle was grabbed and he was pulled up.<br/><br/>His face showed nothing. He turned away from Mashi and stared at the wall, breathing deep and even, what they taught soldiers to use to resist interrogation or torture.<br/><br/>He kept breathing deep and even as his soft, beautiful ass was lined up, and Mashi pushed inside his unlubed hole deep in one stroke. The flesh caught, and Mashi immediately began hammering into him. Taiga's breath deepened, but he still looked at the wall and there was nothing on his face. It was totally empty, like a freshly washed chalkboard. The puffy slice was like a single line of chalk, one mark that meant nothing and showed nothing.<br/><br/>Taiga tore almost immediately. Blood was smeared on Mashi's cock. Blood dripped down to the floor.<br/><br/>Mashi suddenly pulled out and stood, walking out of the room.<br/><br/>That surprised Taiga. He watched him leave.<br/><br/>He didn't have the stomach to do what he wanted to.<br/><br/>Taiga sat up and leaned his arms back, letting himself bleed onto the floor, looking at the cage. It was practically superfluous. That email caged him better than shackles or bars ever could. It caged his mind, too.