"You're only allowed to think about me. Do you hear me?" Rooney asked with a deep frown, then hit Thoreau twice with the belt, leaving marks behind. He ran his hand over his warm, red skin, squeezing it.
"You're not allowed to be a dirty little faggot." Rooney growled. "Only mine."
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