[SilentFeather]

Jin cringed, quivering in pure fear as the hand enclosed and ensnared the middle column of his vulnerable throat, therefore coaxing out a peep of a gasp before his airsupply was deprived and cut off. He grunted with tortured outbursts, not feeling at peace with his body anymore. He closed his eyes on the thousandh seeming like thrust, his lips parting with a clenching of his pearly white teeth, so harshly that they seemed to ache between the clamped down, strain of his even tighter clenched upper and lower jaws.

"I .. I .. f-fuck!" He tried to force words out, to respond to anything his now to be Master had spoken (or more like commanded) of him to reply, trying to detach himself from his body mentally, in any way that would block the bursts of agony from radiating from his legs any further. "M-My hips, w-why do they feel broken?!" he blurted out, squirming a bit only to groan as his pelvis exploded with an overwhelming discomfort that left him gasping for air and begging for relief. "P..Please Master .. mercy! .. mercy!" he screamed. "It hurts! .. it fucking hurts! you are too big!" He tried not to groan or make too much noise but right now it was too much to bear.

He gripped the wrinkled covers that laid stilled upon the violently rocking bed, the same mattress which was creaking beneath the strain of a suffering body and a dominant thrusting one. He grunted with each forceful thrust exerted into him without mercy by his Master's thick dicked lengthed, crying out in agony only to be further cut off by squeezes to his throat which left him unable to take in a single breath and sputtering coughs. If dying felt like this then he felt as though he reached a whole different level of discomfort, that closest to being boiled alive only in the depths of his insides.

After so much of uncontrollable fits of coughing, sobbing, begging for release, cursing in defiance, gripping the mattress, covers, his hips, and even his own cock to lessen the pressure between his hips he found himself overcome by a strange stirring within his very primalness, an urge which caused him to stroke his cock, and against his wishes he did, rocking his hips as he thrusted through the palm of his hand and soon he climaxed, his vision filling with a heat as his vision blurred white. He collapsed, left a panted, sweat drenched bruised and achy mess. He tried to move his body but yet he found himself unable to move. He simply closed his eyes, letting forth a sigh, that was one of defeat.

Jin had to face facts, he was owned now, Brandon had won. He always seemed to and now Jin was a pregnant slave.