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filled with pain as Damian kneeled behind him and, Chase assumed, fucked him. Damian’s face

twisted with pleasure as he pounded into the leader of the free world and let out a loud shout as he

came. The president’s head hung down until Damian pulled him to his feet and chained his wrists

above his head.

Damian stroked the older man’s hardened cock for a moment then retrieved a riding crop from the

side of the platform which he used liberally all over the man’s body.

“He’s humiliating him,” Chase growled. President Hale was a good man and it pained Chase to

see him like this. There was little comfort knowing the president was not himself and under Sabrina’s

spell.

The men watched as Damian swatted the president’s body, his cock, his balls, making him jump

and twist away. The men on the grass laughed and cheered when Damian shoved a dildo in the

president’s ass and resumed his beating.

Chase’s body heated with rage at the treatment. Alex put his hand on his arm. “We cannot do

anything to help him right now. If we are captured again, we will not escape.”

Chase tamped down his rage with long, cooling breaths.

Sabrina moved closer and stroked the president’s cock. A moment later, he came. She stroked him

more as he struggled, but he hardened and came again. She continued stroking him and making him

come again and again until he closed his eyes and hung limply in the chains. Damian released him and

he collapsed to the ground. He turned the president onto his stomach, his face sliding into the puddle

of his cum. He didn’t move as Damian ripped the dildo out of his ass and replaced it with his own

cock.

“What’s he doing?” Chase asked.

Alex grimaced. “Sabrina drained him so Damian could fill him with himself.” Alex stood without

making a sound and turned in the direction of the camp. “We have seen enough.”

Damian felt the rush of release as he came inside President Hale’s ass. The man had gone from

resistance to compliance in only two days. Damian wanted to chain him up in front of everyone again

and beat his cock until it was black with bruises, but he had other things to do for now.

Later he would indulge himself.

He pulled out and stood over the president, watching as he trembled and tried to sit up. His hand

slipped in the puddle of cum and he fell forward again. His chest heaved and he tried again. Slowly,

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