He can feel everything, even through that haze. He's aware, even if sleepily so, of the the sounds, of the rhythm, of the pain not vanishing but the presence of the pre-cum making it feel just different enough that he can imagine it. And it's something he doesn't want to think about, both the idea of Mink getting his way and getting off on this enough to drive him slightly mad. That and he doesn't want his body reacting any more than it already has, adjusting to the person penetrating him as if he should be allowed to do this.
In this state, where he's not resisting, his body more accepting of the other, the pain starts to wind together in some form of unusual dirty pleasure. And he's so glad he won't have to experience the rest of it, both from Mink and himself, that he can almost allow himself to take the small biting pleasure that will leave with his consciousness.
Except, that hit is enough to knock him from the daze he was so thankful had come and Akira stares off to the side a moment wide-eyed and stunned as everything starts to reorganize and rush back against him. The sounds of sex fill his head, right down to the slight squelching sound of pre-cum being constantly smeared about his insides. The constant motion and consequent feelings of pain and sickening stings of peasure cause his breath to hitch, any sounds from him having been momentarily silenced from the force of the hit as well as the resulting shock.
Akira hears Mink's words as he returns to holding him in position. No, Akira is done. He doesn't want to conttinue this "discipline" , doesn't want to be awake to feel the man orgasm inside of him as his body is useded and treated like it doesn't even belong to him. But, the opportunity is gone to escape and he seems to now have no choice but to let the other have his way with him until he is done. Each thrust becomes distinctive and Akira has to finally bring a hand over his mouth, crushing his fingers about it in hopes of stifling each and every sound from him: pain, pleasure—but especially the despairing and disgusted sob when it hits that not only does he truly have nothing left inside of him to resist, but that he's giving in completely in some sick hope it'll make this nightmare a little more bearable until it ends.
It just terrifies him that he feels there's going to be no waking up from this. (He's never hated anyone in his life as he does Mink in this moment.)
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In this state, where he's not resisting, his body more accepting of the other, the pain starts to wind together in some form of unusual dirty pleasure. And he's so glad he won't have to experience the rest of it, both from Mink and himself, that he can almost allow himself to take the small biting pleasure that will leave with his consciousness.
Except, that hit is enough to knock him from the daze he was so thankful had come and Akira stares off to the side a moment wide-eyed and stunned as everything starts to reorganize and rush back against him. The sounds of sex fill his head, right down to the slight squelching sound of pre-cum being constantly smeared about his insides. The constant motion and consequent feelings of pain and sickening stings of peasure cause his breath to hitch, any sounds from him having been momentarily silenced from the force of the hit as well as the resulting shock.
Akira hears Mink's words as he returns to holding him in position. No, Akira is done. He doesn't want to conttinue this "discipline" , doesn't want to be awake to feel the man orgasm inside of him as his body is useded and treated like it doesn't even belong to him. But, the opportunity is gone to escape and he seems to now have no choice but to let the other have his way with him until he is done. Each thrust becomes distinctive and Akira has to finally bring a hand over his mouth, crushing his fingers about it in hopes of stifling each and every sound from him: pain, pleasure—but especially the despairing and disgusted sob when it hits that not only does he truly have nothing left inside of him to resist, but that he's giving in completely in some sick hope it'll make this nightmare a little more bearable until it ends.
It just terrifies him that he feels there's going to be no waking up from this. (He's never hated anyone in his life as he does Mink in this moment.)