Widow whimpered and sniffled. Nodding his head and shuddering as he was touched. He didn't want to react but he couldn't fight his bodies doing so. Tears filled his eyes when he heard oh but you did. He knew he did but he hadn't wanted to. He shook his head. He didn't want to pretend he liked it. He didn't even if his body did. Letting out protestant moans as he continued moving his hand up and down. Shivering as he began to get harder again. He was prisoner to his body. He hated every minute of it. He moved his hand up and down faster. Trying to appease this man so he could go. He wanted to go and curl up in shame. He felt a regular tear trail down his cheek. His protestant moans got louder. He moved his hand in a mimickry of what the other male was doing. He cried out in disliking and trembled. He could feel the dominance the man pushed into that kiss. He flinched and protestantly moaned as pre started to drip from his tip. He wanted this over. He didn't want this worst form of punishment ever anymore. He knew he was wrong. Now he just wanted to go to his room and clean up. When could he go?