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He could scream all he wanted; no-one would come to his aid. The man, not caring what damage he’d done the young man, pulled out. The two leather tongues bit into Kevin’s soft back, exploding in a fine spray of blood as they sank into his flesh. He could feel the hot, dry length of his cock pressed up to his skin. The other man drew his arm back. Kevin looked at him with red, tear-filled eyes. Kevin carried on moaning, only half-serious now as he guessed that this was just what the other man wanted out of his unwilling victim. ‘You are pretty, aren’t you?’ the other man said. The other man pushed his lips to Kevin’s neck and shoulders, lapping at the spray of blood and sweat that glistened on his skin.
