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You stare at him, heavy tools in your hands. You've asked him what option he wanted. Of course, he couldn't reply, you had him gagged with whatever cloth you had. His screaming was too much for you. Bound with rope, digging into his fattier bits. He looked delicious, just a meal for you. you can see his little line of hair down his stomach through the gaps in his shirt. You would've cut more off but frankly, his struggling would've made the knife jab into his stomach. I mean, you don't want him to bleed out before you have your fun, right? It's much better when they are alive.
He looked amazing, he was covered in pools of sweat and cuts all over his thighs. At this rate, you'd see all of him. You would, naturally, he was yours to take and no one else's. So you repeated your question. "Hammer?", softly said with it held high, "Drill?", said with a quick press of the trigger. Fear was in his eyes but he tried to fight. He was so... unbroken, so full of energy.
You decided for him, "Drill", Hammer was next but he didn't need to know that. You watched him squirm as you gently pressed the tip of the drill into his sore thigh. Slowly you pressed inwards and drilled him to the bone, his muffled screams were pure escasty.
Both of you couldn't take it. Granted he was bleeding out on your basement floor. However, you wanted to straddle him and ride him like a cowboy. A few more new fuck holes later you decided it was enough and patched him up just enough for him to live a little longer. You put the Drill and bits away and picked up the hammer and nails.
"How about another toy, hm?", he was on the edge of passing out. So fragile, like a doll. You tug down his pants and flip him over. You can see his exhausted, scared face- the plump of his ass and his dick through his thighs. You pick up the nails and the Hammer, and start pushing them into the backs of his thighs. You would smash his spine and drill his brain but you want him as your personal toy.
Then it clicked, Why not take him fully? A half handful of his own blood should help him loosen. Well, until he fully gives in to you. The handle was large, large for this virginal man (from what you assumed from his tight ass). He screamed again, salty tears down his face. "Come on, it's not even that large.", he's so pathetic.
In, out, in, out... Was there a chance of prolapse? Most likely. Do you really care? Not really, he's so weak and sexy being taken whole by you. Maybe later you'll use him as a dildo... later. But now you fuck him dearly with his own blood and a fourteen-inch handle up him.