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Kaden’s movements became obviously labored, his fingers grasping the toy harder as he panted and then stopped breathing completely, having to hold his breath in an attempt to subside the pain. It was overwhelming the pleasure now, getting more and more intense as the time went by.
Kaden looked at Deiru, hearing him and groaning with a very obvious look of pain on his face. “F-Fuck y-you! Take this off of me. Shit take it off!” he said loudly, letting go of Deiru’s cock and taking the toy out of him in an attempt to try and rid the cage from his dick with his own hands without any luck.
It was making Kaden’s eyes nearly tear up, not because of the pain but because of how damn uncomfortable it all felt to him. Kaden breathed harder, his heart racing, wanting some sort of release as he looked at Deiru while shaking. “Get….it off!” he broke.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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