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This was okay. This was fine. Lance was used to this.
"Please, please, I - I safeworded, okay? Please stop. God, please stop."
The Dom bouncing above him paid no mind, continuing to pleasure herself on his half-soft cock. Lance choked on a sob, his stomach rolling in disgust. He pulled at his restraints desperately, only managing to tie the knots tighter around his own wrists.
"Please," he begged, unable to stop the tears running freely down his face and the panic clawing its way up his throat. The vibrator in his ass and the wet pussy on his cock were becoming painful with the overstimulation of having already cum. "Please, please stop. I don't want to. I don't want to, it hurts. Red light. Stop."
The Dom - what was her name again? Lance felt bad for forgetting, but he was only allowed to call her Ma'am, anyways - brought the back of her hand down hard across his face.
"Shut the fuck up," she snarled. "Take it like a good little sub. I'm the fucking Dom here, you slut."
Lance turned his face into the pillows, openly sobbing, trying to block out the girl's sharp cries of pleasure as she came for the second time. He felt his mind slipping into some weird, unhealthy version of subspace against his will. Or maybe he was just disassociating. He really didn't know anymore.
Time passed strangely either way. One moment, he was blocking out the Dom's voice, trying to fight off a panic attack and failing. The next moment, the restraints were gone, the sun was setting outside his window, and Lance was alone with dried cum smeared over his body.
Lance didn't sleep that night. He stayed awake and cried, scrubbing every surface the Dom could have possibly touched. He didn't want her DNA on him, in him, anywhere near him.
This wasn't the first time, but every time was just as horrible.
This was okay. This was fine. Lance was used to this.