Sam sighed, something of a murmur escaping his lips. He was on the edge of consciousness, straddling the abyss of unconsciousness. The hand at his groin drew what remained of his focus there, heat pooling, cock thickening. He opened his eyes, but they slid closed again, another moan escaping as the man who held him bit his neck. It was all very surreal to him in his drugged out state of arousal. The contrasting flow of blood, to his neck and to his groin held him in a sort of limbo, his body throbbing to find pleasure in both.