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𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊
𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 '𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔰' 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯

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his eyes are pressed so tightly shut under the material covering them that it's giving him a headache, which only adds to the plethora of already awful sensations.

he's choking and hiccuping over his sobs, hardly able to breathe through the dress tie that's stuffed into his mouth. the blond coughs through throatfuls of his own spit, only crying harder at the gross feeling of his own drool spilling from between his lips, mixing with the glob of saliva he'd already been assaulted with.

even with his eyes shut and a tie wrapped over them, the tears still pour by, and he can feel the mix of liquids soaking into the material around his neck.

the pain he'd previously been feeling in his arms has numbed, lost after staying in the same restricted position for so long, restrained tightly by a third tie.

three ties, and his own is pulled tightly around his neck, only moved slightly from when his buttons were being pulled apart.

dream blindly kicks one of his legs in some futile attempt to kick away the person grabbing at his thighs, sobbing out inaudibly to whichever suited classmate may be kneeling there.

he tries to forget about the harsh grip pushing his legs apart, stretching him out, but the feeling of the hands digging harshly into his skin is too much to ignore.

dream attempts to focus on the feeling instead, using the sensation of a hand on his thigh to remind himself of better memories that homed the same touch- like his first date to the cinema, where his crush had taken so long to work up the confidence to hold his thigh that they had only remained there for a few minutes before the movie came to an end.

he's being pushed and manoeuvred and bent, and the strain on his muscles is similar to that of when he works out with punz for too long, trying to keep up with his brother's stamina but ultimately ending up overworked and tired.

working out was always fun with punz but now, when wondering hands and lips seem to appreciate his toned chest, he can't help but hate the body he's worked so hard to achieve - maybe this wouldn't be happening if he hadn't put so much effort into his dream physique.

the blond throws his head back against the pillow when he feels pressure against his ass, trying to beg through the makeshift gag but ultimately managing nothing but muffled cries and gags.

a sudden, unimaginable, pain shoots up through him, exploding through his whole body and sending him screaming out. he feels like he's being physically ripped apart, his skin burning from the force of someone pushing into him.