The bulk of the man knelt down over his fallen form and untied the remaining ropes that held Fallon immobile. He only had a few moments to stretch his sore limbs before fiercely strong arms twisted him into another position and bound him anew.
Ensnaring a fistful of hair between gloved fingers, his captor jerked him up to a kneeling position. Fallon whimpered at the mistreatment, mewling for some kind of respite. His whole body was aglow with a hundred different aches.
Blearily, Fallon looked up at the dark clad man who seemed to tower ever-higher above him. Pointing outward between the zipper of his coveralls was his cock: erect and seeping precum. Fallon’s eyes flashed wide at the sight of it.
"Wha—" Further words were cut short and Fallon found his face pressed roughly against the crotch of his captor; sweat and musk filled his quivering nostrils.
"If I so much as feel teeth, boy, you’ll be regretting it for a long time." Came the man’s sickly-sweet voice: firm and commanding but soft and almost friendly. He knew he had all the power in this situation - it was simply up to Fallon to comply.
Oh god, the teen thought in terror, sizing up the member that was rubbed against he side of his face. He’d never even had a blow job before. But now this guy expected him to dish one out? Fallon couldn’t deny that he’d always wanted to try it but this was not the setting he had intended.
Timidly Fallon opened his mouth and let his tongue touch the side of the cock, his eyes darting to the man for any sign he was doing something wrong. He felt his heart beat faster and a flush of blood to his own privates. Daring a bit more, Fallon took a little of the cock head into his mouth, totally uncertain as to what he was doing. He could taste the precum on his tongue and tried not to make a face at the sensation.
Then, gingerly, he began to bob his face back and forth across the sizable length of the man’s prick. Fallon could feel the flesh twitching beneath his lips and hear the man’s heavy grunts. He felt an odd twinge of pride - he must be doing reasonably well then.
That was not the case, however. Still holding Fallon by his blond locks, the man thrust his hips forward slightly, shoving more than a mouthful of sweat-smelling cock into the teen’s mouth. Fallon gagged loudly and struggled to pull away to gasp for air, tears immediately rushing to the corners of his eyes.
"Deeper, fagot. You want air you’d better take more fucking quick."