Feel dread washed over you.

You feel a wave of dread wash over you, your heart pounding in your chest. You know you've made a terrible mistake, but it's too late to take it back now. You're caught in the middle of a power struggle between two ruthless men, and you're not sure if you'll make it out alive. You're scared for your life. You know that you are now in a world of danger. You're not only worried for yourself; you are worried for your friends and family.

He brings out his leather belt, and you gulp. Your eyes widen, fear coursing through your veins as he brings the belt down on your exposed flesh with a loud crack, leaving a stinging red mark in its wake. You cry out in pain, tears stinging your eyes as you try to shield yourself from the onslaught.

Garrett continues to whip you, each blow more painful than the last, the leather biting into your skin, leaving welts and bruises. Your cries echo off the walls of the room, and you can feel your body breaking and your spirit shattering with each strike. It's a nightmare that you can't wake up from—a hellish existence that you never thought possible.

But as the pain intensifies, something strange happens. You start to feel a twisted sense of pleasure, a dark thrill that courses through your veins.

He wraps the belt around your throat and brings you before his thick white cock. "If you want me to stop. Then you have to suck my cock and say yes to my deal."

You stare at him with wide eyes, trying to catch your breath. The leather belt is tight around your neck, making it hard to breathe, and the pain from his previous attacks is still fresh in your mind. You feel trapped, cornered, with no way out. You're not a traitor. But this man was going to make you one.

Garrett smiles cruelly, his eyesglinting with a sadistic gleam. "Come on, Harl. It's not a hard decision. Either suck my dick and betray Tyson, or keep getting punished." He loosens the belt slightly, allowing you to gasp for air.

You lie to save yourself. Your mouth is doing all the talking as your tongue falls over his nut sack. His balls are smooth and heavy, the taste of sweat and musk filling your mouth. You run your tongue over each one, feeling the weight of them against your lips. You know that this is wrong and that you shouldn't be doing this, but the pain and humiliation have broken you down, and you're **** to make it stop. You're a traitor in the moment.

Garrett groans, his hips bucking slightly as you lick his balls. His cock throbs against your cheek, hard and demanding. You can feel the power he has over you, and it scares you. You know that you're in too deep now and that there's no turning back. You've made your choice.

Garrett stares down at his conquest. His joy at the sight of you licking his sack. He can tell that he broke your will. He's proud to know that he has you wrapped around his finger. And he knows that you're just the beginning. He'll use you to take down Tyson and destroy everything he holds dear. And when he's done with you, he'll discard you like the toy you are. But for now, you're his, and that's all that matters. You're his sissy traitor. The belt is loose around your neck.

You feel a sense of despair as you continue to lick Garrett's ballsack, the weight of his betrayal crushing you like a boulder. You know that you're trapped, that there's no escape from his sadistic control.

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