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.
"Shh, boy. We'll get back to the nice bit in a minute, promise. Just got to take care that you don't bother your neighbours." He got a gag handed to him by one of his men and he moved his hand off of Sam's mouth, only to immediate insert it. It was a bright red ball-gag, so it would come out all the better on video. Cheon strapped it on and then used a lock to keep it in place for longer. He didn't want Sam to be freed easily, simply more fun that way.
Then he stepped back, so he could check and make sure the camera was at the right angle. "Do you want me to touch you again, DI Tyler? Do you want to be fucked?"
What the hell did Cheon even say at this point? He couldn't understand the words. He strained up in his cuffs and tried to breathe around the gag. It was better than the sack, it made him a lot less anxious. The cool air could hit his face. The room was spinning and he couldn't even see the camera any more. He couldn't see anything but stars and he wanted to be touched.
As soon as Cheon touched him again, he moaned behind the gag and jerked up. Was that a yes? What did he even know? He was desperate now. He didn't care what was what.
It was all a game to Cheon and, now, it was an easy game. His own face obscured from the angle he was at, he started out by jerking Sam off, all very well in frame. Then, because he was very much in the mood himself by then, he got into position and fucked him.
With that done, the camera was packed away and Sam was cleaned up, although nobody bothered pulling up his pants, much less freeing him. He was left just like that, gagged and cuffed, so that he could be found by whoever would check his flat.
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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.
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Then he stepped back, so he could check and make sure the camera was at the right angle. "Do you want me to touch you again, DI Tyler? Do you want to be fucked?"
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As soon as Cheon touched him again, he moaned behind the gag and jerked up. Was that a yes? What did he even know? He was desperate now. He didn't care what was what.
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With that done, the camera was packed away and Sam was cleaned up, although nobody bothered pulling up his pants, much less freeing him. He was left just like that, gagged and cuffed, so that he could be found by whoever would check his flat.