Ares firmly gripped Rocco's thighs with both hands and effortlessly lifted them until his knees were nearly beside his face.
Forced into such an unnatural position, Rocco's back ached painfully, and the helplessness of being unable to move filled him with despair.
The way Rocco was positioned, it felt like he was being forced to expose his most private parts to Ares — it was beyond embarrassing.
Completely ignoring Rocco as he cried and screamed pathetically, Ares finally began to proceed in earnest.
"It's small, so it's hard to tell, but it does seem to be erect."
"Don't call it small, you jerk!"
Whose what is small, huh? Damn it, damn it!
To say something like that to a guy — that's totally off-limits!
Even as Rocco fumed and puffed himself up, completely forgetting the situation, Ares kept holding him down with a blank expression and continued working his hands without hesitation.
