Thread: Battle For The Top [DamonHuntington x Janus]

td Rough hands wrapped around his cock, causing Aiden to jerk in surprise as he pulled back. Unfortunately, this only pushed Tristans cock deeper into him, eliciting another ached cry, though not as loud as before. The fallen warlords hole was slowly stretching to meet the girth of the invading cock, and while he still felt the sting at his stretched anal muscles, it was starting to become at least somewhat bearable. Aiden grunted as Draktons hands started to slide along his cock, now suddenly more aware of the slight tingle of pleasure he was feelingthe pleasure that had been buried underneath all of the aching pain. S-Stop this at once, Drakton, he demanded, though the deep timbre in his voice had fallen, now almost trembling as he tried to pull his hips away from the mans grip. He clenched his eyes shut, hoping to isolate himself from everything that was happening, to ignore the stimulation of his own cock. The man gritted his teeth, tightened his muscles, steadied his corebut everything was too much. Every hard thrust of Tristans cock pulled him back to reality and reminded him of the situation he was in. Stop touching me, he barked again, though his cock was starting to harden up. At eight inches, it was nowhere near the magnitude of the warlords member, but it was starting to throb in his hands. Aiden could feel his body shiver as the cock inside of him pounded into his prostate, a sensation foreign to him, but seemed to have a direct response on his cock. He could feel that it was leaking precum, which only made him feel even more humiliation, as his body was inadvertently enjoying this. And while his resolve was sound, as Aiden forced himself to stay still in the upright position he had been bound to, it didnt stop his cock from throbbing against Tristans palm. Fuck you for doing this to me, he growled, Fuck you for toying with me like this.. But as the strokes became faster and firmer, Tristan was slowly losing himself. He could hear the soft, muffled groans that escaped through gritting teeth, feel the slight rocking of his hips into the hand, as well as the shivers that rang through his body whenever Tristan fucked into his prostate. Aiden began to pant, letting out loud beast-like snarls and grunts, as if to pull his focus back, as if to regain himself from the hands of Tristan Drakton. I will not fall, he kept repeating to himself, like some kind of mantra to remind himself of his former position. The words seemed to have ignited whatever remaining spark in him, as it gave him the strength to yank his left arm up, lifting the sword that held it in place off the ground and giving him some leverage. Immediately, he swung his arm to knock back a couple of soldiers closest to him, taking them by surprise as the force of the blow pushed them to the arena grounds. With hope of freedom in his eyes now, he tried to do the same to his right arm, but he wasnt quick enough. A new set of soldiers instantly replaced the fallen, grabbing his freed arm and immobilized it, nearly dislocating it from the socket as they forced him back on all fours, sinking the sword through the chains tighter. My lord, your bitch is a disobedient one, they chortled, slapping Aidens face around as he tried to snap at them like a wild dog. tdtd td