[Ray was buzzing. More than buzzing. He was always buzzing but this was like a thousand volts coursing through him, like his blood had turned to electricity, like his heart was a generator. His muscles shuddered lightly, a constant jittering of pent up energy bursting to get out. He needed to get up and move, but the restraints were preventing him.
Fuck that guy, fuck him for tying Ray down, for cutting him, for the taunts and snarls and for forcing him into this. Not that this was bad. In fact, he's not entirely sure why he was so reluctant, not when he was now thinking clear enough to realise that he could take on the fucking world. This Armando guy was small fry, Ray could take him, he'd already proven that with the bite. He didn't need his arms to harm this guy. He was indestructible, a machine, he was Robocop, Bionic Man and James Bond all rolled into one.
And he fucking loved it.
All this vitality and all this focus stayed locked onto the approaching mobster, both of them naked and surging with energy that made this feel like some bizarre showdown, even with one of them bound to a chair. They were both bleeding and somehow that made it feel like things had evened out by Ray's standards, and his confidence since that bite (or more likely since the coke) had shot through the roof. Sure, he might have to endure a few hits or some such before the battle was over, but he could endure anything right now.]
You motherfucker. I'll rip your head off your fuckin' neck. I'll punch a hole through your skull and fuck it. I'll--
[That touch to his thigh shoots through him in an instant, his skin thrumming with nerves. He could feel everything, jesus, when did he get so sensitive? It was like having Mountie senses all of a sudden.
Armando's speaking but Ray's barely listening, it's background noise compared to that quiet thrum of that motor and the dull vibrations in the mobster's hand. He watches like a hawk, so totally focused that he doesn't miss a single motion, like slow motion as that ring slips around the tip of his cock and immediately shoots pleasure through the entirety of his body. It's constant, unrelenting and enveloping his whole circumference, causing his hips to jerk upwards and his hands to tug sharply at his restraints for a second as his instincts urge him to touch himself, or to egt that thing off, or to just do something.]
Ffffuck you, asshole!
[That jittering has turned to all out squirming as his body wills him to try and get more of that encouraging hum of motion. He wants it, he needs it, but he also wants and needs to strangle this guy.]
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Fuck that guy, fuck him for tying Ray down, for cutting him, for the taunts and snarls and for forcing him into this. Not that this was bad. In fact, he's not entirely sure why he was so reluctant, not when he was now thinking clear enough to realise that he could take on the fucking world. This Armando guy was small fry, Ray could take him, he'd already proven that with the bite. He didn't need his arms to harm this guy. He was indestructible, a machine, he was Robocop, Bionic Man and James Bond all rolled into one.
And he fucking loved it.
All this vitality and all this focus stayed locked onto the approaching mobster, both of them naked and surging with energy that made this feel like some bizarre showdown, even with one of them bound to a chair. They were both bleeding and somehow that made it feel like things had evened out by Ray's standards, and his confidence since that bite (or more likely since the coke) had shot through the roof. Sure, he might have to endure a few hits or some such before the battle was over, but he could endure anything right now.]
You motherfucker. I'll rip your head off your fuckin' neck. I'll punch a hole through your skull and fuck it. I'll--
[That touch to his thigh shoots through him in an instant, his skin thrumming with nerves. He could feel everything, jesus, when did he get so sensitive? It was like having Mountie senses all of a sudden.
Armando's speaking but Ray's barely listening, it's background noise compared to that quiet thrum of that motor and the dull vibrations in the mobster's hand. He watches like a hawk, so totally focused that he doesn't miss a single motion, like slow motion as that ring slips around the tip of his cock and immediately shoots pleasure through the entirety of his body. It's constant, unrelenting and enveloping his whole circumference, causing his hips to jerk upwards and his hands to tug sharply at his restraints for a second as his instincts urge him to touch himself, or to egt that thing off, or to just do something.]
Ffffuck you, asshole!
[That jittering has turned to all out squirming as his body wills him to try and get more of that encouraging hum of motion. He wants it, he needs it, but he also wants and needs to strangle this guy.]