dяеам keeping gеояgе tied up to his bed frame, gagged and naked. using him whenever he's stressed about work, and also whenever he isn't. gеояgе struggling for the first few hours, his face a mess of tears and snot and saliva, and his wrists and ankles rubbed raw from tugging against his restraints. after enough time, he loses his energy, he runs out of tears to cry, his wrists and ankles hurt too much to move. it was hot before, fucking gеояgе while he struggled and begged and sobbed, but it's somehow even hotter fucking him when he's been broken down. watching as gеояgе just lays there and takes it, how his body starts to enjoy it. his dick slowly getting hard as dяеам makes an effort to hit his prostate. and as much as gеояgе tries to suppress it, he starts moaning, getting louder and louder until he cums.
while dяеам had made a few comments before, seeing gеояgе cum makes him so much more verbal; taunting gеояgе about how sick he must be to be enjoying this, how his body wants this. dяеам keeps fucking him, keeps making him cum, until gеояgе just stops pretending he doesn't like it, until he's fucking himself on dяеам's dick, until he's begging dяеам to fuck him more and make him cum