That spank on his ass, Daniel's senses scattered. All he could think about for a brief moment was holding a knife to Adrian's neck—that thought alone gave him a shred of calm.
But the calm didn't last. Adrian continued spanking him, each strike sharp and humiliating, while his other hand slowly stroked Daniel's dick.
Daniel's hormones spiked, his pheromones threatening to spill. Thankfully, the suppressant worked, keeping his body under control. Still, he silently cursed, wishing his so-called benefactor had given him something far more useful—like a weapon to end Adrian's life right this very moment.
"Your ass is so soft. Those cheeks… I can feel them around my dick if I start to fuck you," Adrian rawly commented.
Daniel shuddered, gagged and tied like an animal—no, worse than an animal. No human deserved to be treated this way. It was dehumanizing, stripping him of all dignity. His chest tightened; humiliation pressed down on him so heavily that he nearly cried.
