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max flinches , attempting to reach for the other man's wrist && before ceasing his motion shortly above it . why was it so difficult to just show the guy away ? to just assert himself .
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there was a pathetic , little squeak spilling from his lips when peter's hand reached for his balls again .
" i'm not ! i can't . . . i can't control it . come on —— "
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when the hand released his damp balls , max sunk back into the couch —— visibly relieved to have dodged that bullet . && hey , his manhood wasn't even entirely erect anymore ; a win for everyone .
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" YES! " well , no . but it beat having your balls crushed && when it came to peter , max simply couldn't find the courage to even entertain the idea that there were options beyond what was offered to him .
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he jolted off the couch when the hand closed around his balls . ass hovering just above the cushion .
" THEY AREN'T—— th . they aren't like a stress ball . p—please , man . . . "
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max tensed up immediately , reaching digits around peter's wrist in a panicked attempt to get him to release his grip before following through with his idea .
" p . please . please , don't ! " he begged , smiling gently as a means +
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asserting his boundaries just seemed like an impossible task with peter . there was no hint of sadism or dominance , the guy just seemed . . . entirely unconcerned how max felt about any of it .
his manhood swayed in the wake of the +