Chapter Twelve
The endless night was filled with the noises of crickets and other animals. Helpless, naked, with fantasies of f*****g echoing endlessly in his s*x-charged brain, Robin writhed helplessly in his bonds. His aching, taut muscles pulled into unnatural positions by the cold shackles, his sore, limp c**k sucked dry, the remaining drugs coursing through his over-stimulated system, he was a wreck. Mind-blown, helpless, nearly crazed, he could only wait the humiliation of a new dawn.
The fiendish combination of drugs made the night alive with acid tracings; even his fantasies took on edges of reality. And, in spite of having spurted what felt like a gallon of come, the drugs tingled in his c**k, making it sensitive, aroused, ready for more.
The long, terrible tease-torments had c
