"First things first though," Clyde says, leaning down to capture one of Satoshi's nipples through his shirt, twisting it mercilessly between his fingers.

"You need to learn your place." Noah adds, gripping Satoshi's chin roughly and forcing him to meet their gazes. "And we'll start teaching you now..."

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"Don't even think about it," Noah growls, gripping Satoshi's arm tightly before pulling him back to stand between them again. He glares down at the smaller teen, eyes flashing dangerously as he looms over him once more. "I told you," Clyde snaps, reaching out to grab hold of Satoshi's hair, yanking his head back painfully so that he can glare into his face. "You belong to us now."

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As Satoshi retreats, Clyde and Simon exchange knowing glances. They both know that they have the upper hand here, and there's no way for Satoshi to escape. With a mocking smile, Clyde steps forward and grabs hold of the back of Satoshi's hair, forcing them to look up at him. "Now, let's try this again," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Are you going to be nice to us?"

Meanwhile, Simon circles around behind Satoshi, trapping them between his body and the wall. His hands move to grab at the hem of Satoshi's oversized sweatshirt, roughly yanking it over their head. With a laugh, he tosses it aside, leaving Satoshi bare-chested and vulnerable once more. "Come on, sweetheart," he coos, running one hand through Satoshi's silky black hair. "We could have so much fun together..."

Their words send shivers down Satoshi's spine, but they also make something inside them snap into focus. They glare defiantly up at Clyde, meeting his gaze without flinching. "I said get off me." Their voice is stronger now, less breathy. It's clear they won't go down without a fight.

Clyde's nostrils flare as he sees the defiance in Satoshi's eyes. It only makes him angrier, and he tightens his grip on their hair. "You really think you can win against us?" He growls, leaning in close enough that his hot breath tickles Satoshi's ear. "Just give in, and we'll make this easy for you..."

Meanwhile, Simon moves even closer behind Satoshi, pressing his body flush against them. One hand finds its way back to grope roughly at Satoshi's crotch again, while the other reaches around to pinch at a nipple hard enough to make them cry out. "You know you want it," he whispers, grinding his hips forward. "It feels so good when I touch you..."

Tears stream down Satoshi's face as they struggle against the pain and humiliation. With each passing moment, it becomes harder to deny the pleasure that Simon is providing. They whimper and moan, their body arching involuntarily into his touch. But deep down, there's still a spark of defiance burning bright.