Sam knew the right thing to do was to make nose but Cheon's grip was like nothing else. The room was too bright, his vision was shimmering and somehow, his dick was still rock hard. He squirmed under Cheon and rattled his cuffs uselessly but he couldn't seem to get himself even an inch off the bed. All of his fight was leaving him.

And he felt bad but he wanted it to. He just wanted to lie back and feel much touch. He just wanted that hand back. Everything felt better when he had his had on his dick and nothing else mattered.