Blindfolds on and wrists are tied
Engage in motions not yet tried
Whispers uttered to the degradation of pride
Asshole clenched around a phallic tide
To and fro the shaft will slide
Waves of heat when balls collide
Rhythm is slowed, the spit long since dried
He screams in pain, but consent’s implied
Blood adds lube from flesh torn inside
Holes are filled and tears are cried
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