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Silas marvelled at the sight. He hadn’t really thought he could get it all in. It was worth the protest of his finger joints and the feeling of his hand being crushed to see his wrist disappear into Dom’s ass. He flexed, watching his Tory writhe against the cuffs, savouring the incoherent sobs and how his tears stained the blindfold. He’d already come – it must feel like so much. Silas did it again.
“That’s right Tory – if your Whitehall puppet masters can make you squeal for them, I’m going to take my turn, too. And you’re going to love it.”