Play Nasty

As soon as the head of his penis passed Blair’s teeth, he bit down. Victor immediately reacted and flung himself away from the elf with a scream of pain, but as he fell he knocked one of the switches on Blair’s chair. His binds unclasped and the young man was now free.

“Guess that’s what they mean by taking a bite out of crime” He laughed to himself as he leapt out of the chair. “I hope you weren’t attached to the rest of your body Victor, because taking that bald head of yours and letting Gwen mount it to the wall.”

He fired of bolt of magical energy Victor’s way, but the scientist rolled behind a table at the last second. Blair continued the **** with no sign of slowing down, but Victor started to recover and pulled out a small remote control from his lab pocket. Flicking the switch, a single bolt of electricity shot off from a nearby tesla coil and struck Blair right in the spine. He collapsed in pain and all the fight in him seem to vanish as fast as it arrived. Before he could do anything else, Victor grabbed him roughly by the neck.

“I’m afraid you should’ve cooperated Mr Sinclair. Because now… I’m going in raw!”

“AHHHHHHHH!~”

Marty swore he heard the sound was emitting from the right sunscreen. He crept over to the glass panel, and as he approached he could start to make out high pitched moaning and initially assumed it was Gwen, but as he looked over he realised he had mistaken her for the other sibling.

His roommate was being absolutely pummelled. Blair was bent over, stomach and cock first on a table as a large bald man was having his way with his asshole. He moved like a jackhammer as he shoved his member deeper and deeper into the unfortunate man’s hole.

Blair’s face was a contorted mix of pain and pleasure. His eyes were shut and his mouth was stuck in a permanent ‘o’ face. The man railing him showed no signs of stopping, as he seemed to be shouting about how he was going to keep going harder. The other thing off about Blair was that his skin seemed even paler than before, and he now had pointy ears to boot. If not for his hair, Marty might not have recognised him.

Marty looked between the door and the window. If he took the door, he couldn’t guarantee it would lead him to the bottom and it was the slower approach. Alternatively, he could jump through the window and stop the man right now.