Your ass gets blasted

The masked man powerfucks your asshole like a jackhammer for severally painfully long moments. You actually stop making noise, the powerful sensations deep within your delicate tunnel too strong for your brain to both experience and do, well, anything else.

You stay there, stunned into pained submission, for however many seconds it takes him to finally cum. Your cruel anal tormentor doesn’t pull out, but shoots his shot right up inside you. You can feel his plentiful load filling up your rectum in much the same way that the water did, though obviously in smaller quantities, and pleasantly warmer.

As soon as he’s finished emptying his nutsack inside of you, he pulls out and steps away, never once even considering to treat you like a human being and look in your eyes or speak to you.

And now, your poor sore hole is once again filled with something wet and sloppy that gravity wants to pull back out.

Your weakened sphincter has nowhere near the strength it did 5 minutes ago, and so you know that you won’t be able to hold on for long at all.

Once again, you’re about to horribly degrade yourself in front of this group of men.

The only way you dealt with the humiliation of this last time was to fully adopt your role as an unthinking statue. Perhaps it’s time to try again? But with your asshole so sore, and your impending loss so certain, will you even be able to manage it, and is there really any point?