A scream ripped from John at the sensation of being filled, being stretched and the teeth digging into his shoulder. He was trembling as he came down from the high of everything. He was painfully aware that his own cock was still hard, that he was chained in a way so he couldn't crumple to the floor.
John hated this god more than anything in the moment. For doing this to him, for forcing him, for taking him from his life. He kept that anger and hatred inside him, using that the fuel his rage. The rage in him burned white hot. Hot as the sun and just as powerful. He knew he would find a way to shatter these chains, to stop the damn three headed beast and get out of here. He was not going to spend the rest of his life as this god's plaything.
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Date: 2018-02-02 09:55 pm (UTC)John hated this god more than anything in the moment. For doing this to him, for forcing him, for taking him from his life. He kept that anger and hatred inside him, using that the fuel his rage. The rage in him burned white hot. Hot as the sun and just as powerful. He knew he would find a way to shatter these chains, to stop the damn three headed beast and get out of here. He was not going to spend the rest of his life as this god's plaything.
No.