<span style="font-style: italic">The omen god, spirit, whatever you wanted to call it...was watching. He slash she...had been a lifelong ally of the brother's mother. Sadly he had not been able to stop that...man...from hurting his dear, dear friend. He watched but made no motion to approach just yet. Instead he watched. Jason had grown up to be a great kid. Much like his mother in that aspect. Kindness and warmth. Whereas the older had grown up quite the opposite. Perhaps...perhaps if things had been different...things would not be as they were now. Yet they were not...so he would do what he could...as his dear friends spirit had requested. Now to wait for the right moment.</span><br/><br/>Kinjo whined in pain as James's hips started moving up and own. The dick moving up and down in his mouth. Whimpering as it hurt. Stretched his mouth yet gave James a bit of restriction with each of his thrusts. Squirming and writhing around. He just wanted it out. Out of his mouth. It hurt. It was hurting him. He did not like it. It scared him. Why did the man have to be so round? Maybe if he wasn't so thick around it wouldn't be so horrible. Oh...it would still be horrible but it would not hurt with each thrust while most likely bring James pleasure with each thrust. He whimpered as the finger was pulled from his bud. Struggling to get his foot away. Crying out loudly and muffedly as what felt like five daggers dug into his foot and ankle. He let out defiant protests. Saying no and trying to push the man out of his mouth. He thrashed as best he could. He did not want to suck on the mans dick as it moved up and down. He wanted it OUT of his mouth. Whining as his ankle was scratched. He whimpered as back in and out of his bud went the finger. His body bucked his lower half with each thrusting of the finger. More from pain and tension than anything else. Why? Why did the man even have his finger in his ass? It made him tremble with fear.