Monster energy, just watch, let Johnson cum down Alex's throat, M
From Create Your Own Story
You stood there, frozen in time as you helplessly watched Johnson's brutal use of your friend. The dim light from the room casting eerie shadows on their faces as beads of sweat formed and trickled down Alex's face. "Come on, Alex," Johnson taunted, his voice a low growl as he got rougher with every passing moment. "Is that all you've got?" His words were like poison, dripping with malice and degradation. But Alex, strong-willed and determined, continued to struggle against his so-called punishment.
"Look at him," The sound of Johnson's laughter filled the room, drowning out any other noise. It was sharp and mocking, like a heavy metal guitar riff played at full volume, pointing out how much Alex seemed to be secretly enjoying everything he was receiving. As Johnson laughed and taunted Alex, his face twisted into a cruel smirk, his eyes filled with malice and superiority. It was a display of power and control that made your blood run cold. "He's practically begging for more. Aren't you, pretty boy?" Johnson's voice was a predator's purr, full of dominance and cruel satisfaction, as he delighted in the sight of your friend's helpless submission to his torment. It was a twisted display of power and lust, with Alex's body and mind both at the mercy of Johnson's dark desires.
"Shut up," Alex spat through the cock still buried in his mouth, trying to save face despite the turmoil inside him. It only served to come out like a wanton gargle that Johnson somehow managed to decipher
"Ah, come on," Johnson smirked, relishing in the twisted power dynamic. "You know you like it when I treat you like this. And what about our dear friend here? I bet they're getting a real kick out of watching us." "Give it up, Alex" Johnson snarled, pressing even closer. "You want them to think better of you? They already know where your worth is."
Alex's eyes met yours for a brief moment. "Ugh, yeah, that's it," Johnson groaned, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Alex's choked, muffled sounds filled the room, adding to the cacophony of agony that surrounded you. Then, without warning, Alex let out a stifled groan that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes had lidded, and his body involuntarily jerked, like he'd just ridden a deep high. A fresh set of tears pricked his eyes and it was the breaking point for Johnson, who suddenly bucked violently into Alex, gripping him tightly, his waist bending as he pulled Alex closer.
"Take it, Bitch!" Johnson moaned, releasing himself into Alex's mouth, forcing him to swallow every drop.
And yet, through it all, you remained immobile, a mere spectator to the horrifying events unfolding before you. You hated yourself for your inability to intervene, to protect your friend from the degradation and pain that Johnson had inflicted upon him. The weight of your guilt bore down on you, suffocating you, as you stood there, watching the entire time.
