Forced Unlock

8 | Kill 11 Project (2) [M]

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Tazito felt the pet lock being removed.

"Wait..." He was still trying to save the situation when he felt a pain in his lower body. The man just pushed in directly. He's already very wet, but it's still difficult to accommodate such a thick penis. Only less than half of it went in. The labia majora were pushed to both sides by the thick invasion, and the upper and lower joints were stretched into a light red color.

Tazito gritted his teeth, extreme disgust coating his eyes.

This thing is neither raping him or fucking him. Tazito couldn't forget the shame and trembling feeling that this female organ brought to him. An uncontrollable nausea came over, making him want to vomit.

Damn...

His right hand was shaking a little, he squeezed it hard with the other hand, not allowing this vulnerability to be on display.

All the despair he'd ever felt was because of it, when he was only twelve years old and had done nothing wrong. He was strong enough to suppress this memory in his heart and destroy anyone who tried to expose it.

But this person is forcing it open, admiring it, reminding him of the darkness once existed, that still envelopes him and will envelope him forever. These memories were like lurking demons that pounce when you're down and gleefully contribute.

"Wait..." He squeezed out the words through teeth, Mr. 11 pushed the rest in all at once, almost making Taqi scream out. Only then did he realize that he did it on purpose and didn't want to give him a chance to speak.

Tazito took a deep breath to calm down. His eyes quickly turned cold. He doesn't forgive those who open his wounds, no matter who they are. There's nothing in this world that can't be killed.

"At least not outside," Tazito said in a negotiating tone, "I don't want anyone to see it. You won't have to clean up a mess either."

The person behind him paused for a moment, feeling that the proposal was logical, and let go of the tower. When the giant thing was pulled out, Tazito breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, legs still shaking. He left his pants on the ground and walked into a stall with bare legs. As soon as he turned around, he was pushed against the wall by Mr. 11 who was coming towards him. Mr. 11 pulled off his tie with one hand and grabbed both of his hands.

Tazito evaded: "Don't do this, I can't beat you."

Mr. 11 said: "You suddenly complied and became cooperative, a worthy enough cause for suspicion."

Tazito smiled at him: "The underworld is never afraid of immediate losses. Because the days are long."

It was a pleasing smile, hot and full of murderous intent. Mr. 11 watched him with no expression on his face, but there was obvious interest in his eyes.

He lowered his gaze and still tied Tazito's hands up. He tightened the tie neatly, raised Tazito's hands sharply, pressing it against the wall above his head. The other hand lifted his chin, and the two looked at each other, neither of them friendly. Their lips were very close, but the atmosphere wasn't so much about kissing and making love, but more like two desperadoes meeting on a narrow road, fighting to the death.

Tazito felt one of his legs being lifted roughly. The hand went up the base of his leg and opened his private parts, and then the thing pushed in. It was difficult for Tazito to control his expression, and when he thrust hard to the end, his brows frowned subconsciously. After going in and out just now, it's no longer so wet inside. This forced entry was lingering and painful.

But that's fine, he doesn't want pleasure. Pain is always accompanied with hate, which is very suitable for their current state.

Mr. 11 grabbed his leg and started to fuck him. Pulling out a little each time and then pushing in as hard as possible. Because the thrusts were too strong, Tazito's breathing would stop for a moment every time he went deep, he felt like his entire back was about to be smashed into the wall, or his pelvis broken by him. And that thing was so thick that when it was inside, he couldn't even close the legs.