There was nothing he could do; Gareth was simply too good, too talented and Anel found that his resistance to the man's actions dwindled to only a small portion of his mind which continued to cry out.<em>Stop! You can't do this! Get away from me!</em>It was nothing against the flood of pleasure that rippled from the fingers that pressed into his body. He writhed desperately against his bonds, not to escape, but to arch towards Gareth's fingers and he panted loudly around the ball gag held between his teeth.<br/><br/>Was he expected to beg? How could he do such a thing!? Anel thought it was obvious by how his body throbbed and ached for the man's attention that he needed more... But of course, Gareth was a true sadist, and the whore would simply have to find a way. He released a stream of whimpering moans around the gag and jerked his hips as much as possible to try and show his need, shaking his head quickly. He couldn't handle it; he had never felt such pleasure before and as he gazed upward into his client's calm face the desire became all the more intense.<br/><br/>"Please... Please, I want more...! Fuck me already!" Was what he wanted to say, but it came out as meaningless groans and whimpers, his body writhing and shaking upon the bed, his length standing painfully hard between his spread legs.