The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 50: Sweet Torture

"Mmn... Don’t... Hic... Ah..."

"Eth... hic..."

Julian Sterling’s moans pitched higher and higher, stimulating Ethan Caldwell until his eyes turned bloodshot. Ethan used his hands to knead the plump buttocks, his penis slowly withdrawing. The small entrance seemed to sense the scorching heat wanting to leave, so it used layers of tender flesh to twist tightly around the meat rod. The withdrawal motion caused the soft lashes of the ring to gently sweep against the inner walls. Julian could not help but arch his entire body. His member in front was erect, the tip leaking fluid, but the base had been tied off with a small ribbon by Ethan, making it impossible for Julian to ejaculate.

The sensation of suspended pleasure, unable to reach the peak, made Julian feel as though he were being tortured in a sea of lust. His hair was drenched, his vision blurred with tears. His manhood was obstructed, while his entrance was being tormented by the stimulant and the tickling lashes of the sheep ring. Julian’s body was slick, covered in sweat; his legs, having been stretched open for so long, felt both weary and stinging.

Clearly, Ethan had been moving very gently this whole time, completely different from his usual style of thrusting to the root. The leisurely pace, which seemed like a tender caress, actually made Julian feel more frenzied than usual. For a fleeting moment, Julian even had the sensation that he would be fucked to death by Ethan on this bed.

Ethan withdrew his penis, leaving only the head gently rubbing against the now-softened entrance. He curled his lips into a smile, asking Julian: "So, how does my baby want it, hmm?"

"You... you do me, please, any way is fine. Can you go a little harder, husband?" The lust was torturing Julian to the point of madness, leaving him unable to care about anything else.

Hearing this, Ethan chuckled: "Baby, don’t cry and beg me to be gentle later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the massive object immediately plunged straight into the small mouth below, the force so strong it seemed it wanted to crush this tiny flower.

Just moments ago, Julian had felt that Ethan’s movements tonight were strangely gentle, but now he could only part his lips, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Layers of pleasure transmitted from that pitiful place. Ethan seemed to use all his strength, his hips moving continuously. His testicles slapped against the white buttocks, creating a sound filled with lewdness.

The terrifying penis ruthlessly bullied the tender walls of flesh, relentlessly grinding against the sensitive spot inside. The sheep’s lashes also followed this speed, stabbing into the soft flesh. An itching sensation accompanied by a slight pain drove Julian insane; his front was erect again, screaming for release.

"Husband... ah... Ethan, let... let me..."

"Hic... let go, please..."

Julian wept brokenly, begging Ethan to let him come. He only felt that the part below was so erect it hurt; the sensations of pleasure and pain overlapped, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe. His bound hands panic-strickenly grasped the corner of the quilt thrown on the bed, squeezing so tight his knuckles turned white. Several times, Julian was pounded into such a panic that he wanted to kick and push the other man away, but his legs were tied, so he could only struggle in hopelessness.

Ethan looked at him crying so miserably and finally could not bear it; he untied the ribbon on Julian’s penis. Immediately, following Ethan’s thrusts, semen sprayed out. Some splashed onto Ethan’s face, while the rest landed on Julian’s stomach, chest, and even his face.

Julian’s eyes went unfocused, his mouth gaping as he gasped for breath.

Ethan paused for a moment to let him inhale some air, then suddenly, he thrust once, very hard and very deep. Julian had just climaxed and could not withstand such insane pleasure. He screamed, his whole body trembling, while his rear desperately tried to fawn over Ethan’s penis.

The place where the two were joined was soaking wet. The ring of lashes was still doing its job; the small entrance was fucked until it was red and swollen. The clusters of bristles inside were determined not to spare it, continuously teasing the opening. The tingling and stinging sensation was maddening. Julian’s entire body seemed to fall into an emotional loop, feeling both blissful and numb, unable to control himself.

"Ah hic!"

"Slow... slow down a little..."

"Husband... hic... I’m going to die... hic..."

"Hmm? How could you die?" Ethan used his finger to rub the spot where they were connected: "I see you enjoying it very much. Look at this little mouth, sucking so enthusiastically, as if it is afraid I will abandon it."

Julian was being pounded to the point of speechlessness; even his moans were fragmented. He shook his head, tears streaming down his face, his lower region on the verge of madness. It seemed Ethan had also reached his limit. He suddenly used his fastest speed, ceaselessly stabbing into Julian’s sensitive point, thrusting continuously, both deep and hard.

"Ah!"

As the stream of scalding semen irrigated the soft walls of flesh, Julian felt as if he had fallen into a trance. His body went limp, his stomach taut with the man’s seed. The bound legs that had been stretched to accept the pleasure now collapsed; he looked like a little spirit drained of all essence, left to be humiliated at will.

Ethan untied him, then pulled Julian’s limp, exhausted body into his arms, gently stroking his sweaty, bare back. Julian’s legs had been bound in a splayed position for too long; the roots of his thighs were aching and sore, unable to close. Because of this, it exposed the entrance that had been bullied to a deep crimson, looking ripe and raw, with white semen still trailing from it, dripping ceaselessly onto the mattress below.

Julian’s consciousness was already a bit hazy; he was so tired he could barely breathe. He thought Ethan was satisfied, but seeing Julian in this state of total submission caused the penis below Ethan to rise once more. And so, before Julian could even gather his wits, another cycle of sinking into depravity began.