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Calloused hands guided down the American’s hips, a shudder going through Rainsford’s body. With a menacing chuckle and a slight nip to his pecs, terror spilled throughout Sanger’s body.
“Oh, do not tell me you’re scared, Rainsford,” Zaroff purred directly in his ear, a slimy feeling appearing on his earlobe, “otherwise you’ll make me want to ravage your delicious body…”
“Please do… I’m too far gone to head back,” Rainsford whimpered, his hips swaying a bit for friction and his wrists rubbing against the bounds that held him tight against the wall. A husky chortle was heard from his right, footsteps retreating against the… concrete?
“Oh, so not worry,” Zaroff said from a far, maybe about 7 feet away from his original spot near Rainsford, “I’ll give you the amount of pleasure I want to give you.”
the footsteps came much closer. a hand had started massaging Rainsford’s clothed, hard cock. Rainsford suppressed the pleasured moans, longing to be released from their prison. Soft whimpers and grunts only to be audible in the room.
“My sweet Sanger, I know you can do better than that,” Zaroff muttered, the mental image of him smiling with devious intent formed in the huntsman’s mind; the thought of Zaroff all heated and sweaty above Rainsford.
The zipper to his pants was tugged at, slowly dragging down to apply less pressure.
“Oh my god,” The American moaned out, his back arching at the delicate feeling of fingertips ghosting over his cock. Little by little, Zaroff stripped off Rainsford’s undergarments, his rough hands taking his dick in his hands.
“Such a fine cut length you have here, Sanger,” Zaroff softly praised, “I wonder if you ejaculate at the most gentle touch,” Rainsford softly groaned, the tip of the general’s tongue licked the very top of his boner. The song of whimpers and mewls were playing from Rainsford’s mouth, his hips thrusting gently into the air as Zaroff jacked him off.
“Let me down, please! I want to be down!” Rainsford begged, drool running down from his mouth. Zaroff’s motions stopped for a moment, the general’s hand removing itself from its spot and was placed on the hunter’s chest. An airy breath puffed it’s way to Rainsford’s skin, another single nip being placed on his earlobe.
“Why? Why do you want to be let down, darling?”
“I… I want you to,” Rainsford paused, gulping for air, “…to fuck me. Please,”
A soft, loving chuckle emitted from the general’s mouth, a kiss placed on the American’s nose.
“Of course, darling,”