After 5 minutes of his sick games, he pulled it back up, dead. He snapped the hamsters head off. The neck bones shattering and making me mumble that was supposed to be a scream. Tears flowed down my face and he squeezed the blood of Striker into the hat. He looked over at me, he was sick and twisted but also kind of sexy. He picked up the hat and moved towards me and with one hand undid the gag. “Open wide!” He said in a sarcastic tone, I did as I was told, I didn’t know what else was hiding behind me. He began to pour the sperm and hamster blood mixture into my mouth only for me to realise he had put my poor Striker back in there, head and body. The fluid tasted disgusting, partly because it had gone cold but also because I knew that it was my hamsters blood I was drinking. He pulled back half way through, not that I’m complaining, and said “Good little Phil, do I taste nice?” My eyes widened. What do I say? I was about to open my mouth when he slapped me, “Speak bitch.” wanted to raise my hand to my face, my cold face stung when his hot, sticky hand touched it. “You taste amazing Dan.” I maneged to choke out.“Yeah I do, time for more fun.” I didn’t like where this was going. He pulled the black body, that was coated in white, from the hat. Dan rammed it down my throat causing my gag reflexes to kick in and I vomited all down myself. Dan smirked at this and got on his knees, he began to lick all over me. His soft tounge was gliding all over me until it found its way to my throbbing erection. He started at the tip and worked his way all the way down, deep throating me. It felt so nice, most people couldn’t do this but it didnt last long. He looked up to me, his innocent brown eyes making me melt. “Promise you won’t run.” he sounded so sorry, so I nodded.