[He almost screams, the noise coming out more a broken sob. It's good, but it's horrible. He hates this, but he wants more. He's a mess, and the man might be right, that he's not doing himself any favors, that he might not change anything with his struggles.

It's not really conscious thought so much as just being overwhelmed that has him crying and whispering;]

Please, please. Please...please...

[A barely coherent mantra that even he's not sure what he's asking. For this to end, for the man to fuck him, for this to be a nightmare, maybe even just to die, he feels so overwhelmed and overstimulated not existing might be the only relief from it.]