Daquan’s was already over 8 inches cut with big, low hanging balls and a neatly trimmed bush. He grabbed Brock, one hand gripping his hair the other pulling his mouth open by the chin. ‘You thirsty?’ Winston asked. ‘Lick it,’ Winston said. ‘Drop him,’ Winston ordered. Brock was on the bottom of the other bunk and as Winston stood up, Brock saw Dan’s legs swing over the bed above him. Brock let out a muffled scream. It had only taken ten seconds but Brock thought he’d pass out from lack of oxygen. Hopefully Brock wouldn’t spend as long in hospital as that guy. The huge cock tore into his throat. It was a little tender but no real damage. Winston rubbed Brock’s smooth abs. He shaved all parts of his body to make his swim speeds faster. ‘Thank you,’ Brock responded mechanically tears still streaming down his face. A chill went through Brock knowing it meant something bad. It felt so intimate and yet dehumanising. It tasted so strong and tangy. He pushed against Winston’s chest but the wall of muscle was unflinching.
