Dustinâ€™s screams continued as Antony continued to pound away in and out of his bud with the ins going in too deep. â€œSTOP! STOP! PLEASE! PLEASE! TOO DEEP! TOO DEEP! IT HURTS! PLEASE! PLEASE! STOP!â€ He screamed out. His fingers digging into the blankets as his knuckles were white as bone. Tears trailing down his cheeks while the thrusts caused blood to trickle out his ass with each thrust. He screamed and pleaded and begged for the man to stop. His pain evident even as he merely screamed. Each deep thrust lurched his body even though he had no real ability to move. Closing his eyes and turned his head to the side. Pleading with the man to stop. Pleases begging and pleading from his lips. While alternating with the screams that left his lips in intervals with the pleading and the beggin. He whined as the cock came out with a pop. He flinched as the man licked the blood coming from his ass. Silently sobbing as his ass hurt so bad right now.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t look at the man but flinched and turned to stone even as he began to moan when the hand job started. His cock reacted to the pleasurable strokings even though he didnâ€™t want it to. He trembled in terror as he was being touched. He moaned and whimpered because he was moaning. â€œI am....oooo....not gay...oooo...â€ He moaned out but the moans were protestant. â€œI love her....ooo...and she....looooves me.â€ he said moaning with protestant sounds mixed into that. â€œShe understands.....ooooooo...me.â€ He whimpered and was stone even as his cock grew hard he was protestantly moaning to being aroused and touched. Trembling as he hated that this man could force his body to become so aroused. He was straight.