"I am going to fuck you, have you begging me for it by the end of it," Travis flicks his chin and stands up. Marcus is screaming now as he is being dragged to the clearing.
No, this cannot be happening! No!
"he is already salivating for it."
"already shaking? It's not even started!"
"How is he going to survive a mount?"
He can feel the jeers, the way he is being dragged on the rough ground, and no matter how hard he tries to escape, the grip on his ankles is rough and strong, never letting go.
"fuck off! Stop it! fuck!" he turns his body to his stomach and tries to claw away from the grips, to no avail.
He is utterly fucked!
When he is finally thrown over to a grassy floor of the forest, he feels like he is about to go crazy with delirium.
"Stop," he pants, legs unable to cooperate. His eyes are wide as he looks around. Every face is cruel, looking down on him. "Don't- don't do this!"
