It was late afternoon, the weather was sowhat gloomy, and the temperature had dropped significantly. Inside the room, the air conditioning was set to a comfortable level. Clothes were scattered everywhere, a suit jacket was tangled with a simple set of loungewear, and splattered on top was a white fluid that would make anyone blush.
Despite the chilly temperature outside, the room was hot enough for sweat to gather in droplets.
On the bed, two figures were entangled, their soft groans making one’s heart tremble.
Julian Sterling lay prone on the bed, his hands tied behind his back with a tie. His hips were raised high while his waist dipped low, creating an incredibly seductive curve. His face was buried in the duvet, and low moans muffled by the fabric escaped into the air. Julian’s entire body was flushed red, but his buttocks appeared even darker in color, with faint handprints visible on the skin. The two mounds were soaking wet - whether from sweat or lubricant, it was unclear - swollen and hot. The cute little mouth below was stretched taut, holding a toy inside. It was trembling slightly, and Julian’s legs were shaking just as much.
This was the first ti he had known that Ethan Caldwell had such a side to him, he really shouldn’t have provoked this man!
Slap!
The man’s large hand delivered another slap to Julian’s buttocks. His legs trembled, almost unable to support his body. Julian sobbed twice, begging him: "Hubby, Hubby, I was wrong... Ah!"
The object inside him suddenly vibrated harder. Julian felt a mix of pleasure and pain, his body going limp, drained of all strength. The person behind pressed down on Julian, dropping kisses onto his bare, sweat-slicked back: "Will you be naughty again in the future? Hmm?"
As Ethan spoke, he slapped him two more tis.
"No... ah... no... hmm..."
Actually, Ethan didn’t hit that hard. It was mostly because he had applied a strange gel to Julian’s buttocks and entrance earlier. At first, it felt cool and refreshing, but monts later, both areas burned up, becoming itchy and uncomfortable. So, Ethan’s slaps didn’t bring pain, but rather a numbing pleasure that made Julian’s entrance feel unbearably itchy.
How could that dildo satisfy him the way Ethan’s real thing could?
"You... hurry and co in..."
Julian lifted his head, looking at Ethan with sodden eyes. His voice was soft, the corners of his eyes flushed red. His appearance was so tender, pitiful, and seductive that Ethan could hardly hold back. However, today he had to teach this brat a proper lesson.
Thus, Ethan raised his hand and landed a heavy slap on Julian’s bottom. The poor bottom were tortured until they turned bright red, yet their owner seed to enjoy the sensation very much. Julian’s breathing beca ragged, his moans soft and sweet.
"Raise your hips higher." Ethan said, delivering another slap.
Julian sobbed a few tis. His legs were jelly, yet he still tried to support his body, his thighs occasionally rubbing together in an attempt to alleviate the itching sensation at his entrance.
Although Julian was holding the dildo, its vibration frequency had been set to the lowest level by Ethan. This barely-there vibration could satisfy him at first, but over ti, it turned into a form of sweet torture.
The penis beneath Julian was erect. Because he had to keep his hips raised, the poor little thing was left exposed in the air, uncomforted and unable to rub against anything. The pain of being fully hard without any relief made Julian incredibly uncomfortable.
"Hmm? Why is my darling crying? Were you afraid I couldn’t satisfy you? I bought so more toys for you." Ethan said as he turned him over, forcing Julian’s legs wide apart. His hand gripped the base of the dildo, pulling it out slightly before thrusting it back in hard.
"Ah!"
His movent caused the cold glans of the toy to hit a sensitive spot. Julian, already in a hypersensitive state, jolted violently. His body arched, his mouth parted slightly, and saliva spilled over his crimson lips.
Julian’s gaze beca hazy.
Ethan took several deep breaths, using one hand to stroke his own mber, which was hard to the point of pain, while the other hand adjusted the dildo to a higher frequency and ceaselessly pushed it deep inside.
"Don’t, don’t... Hubby, co... co in... Hic..."
Julian kicked his legs, but they were blocked by Ethan’s legs and forced wide open again. Julian could only cry and beg him: "Hubby, don’t you want to fuck ?"
"Sob, I was wrong... Hic... co inside..."
Julian heard Ethan’s breathing growing heavier. Ethan’s eyes were bloodshot; it seed he had been holding back quite a bit himself. Ethan lowered his head, looking at him, and asked in a deep voice: "Will you do it again next ti?"
Julian imdiately shook his head vigorously: "No, I wouldn’t dare."
However, Ethan did not answer him. He pulled the dildo out of Julian’s entrance, then got off the bed, appearing tolook for sothing.
Julian lay on the bed, his rear entrance starting to itch again, craving to be touched. He closed his legs, rubbing them against each other, hoping to reduce the discomfort in his body.
A mont later, Ethan returned. In his hand was a coil of red rope. Julian’s eyes went wide when he saw it.
Although he hadn’t had much exposure to the "act" between two n, he had obviously watched plenty of videos in his past life. If Julian rembered correctly, the rope in Ethan’s hand was the type used specifically for bondage in SM and training in adult videos.
Without waiting for him to ask for confirmation, Ethan spoke up: "Because I was afraid I couldn’t satisfy you, I learned quite a few things." He spoke while approaching Julian, standing at the edge of the bed to stroke the pale calves. Then, he grabbed Julian’s ankles, wrapped them with a piece of cloth, and bound them with the rope. "But I’ll let you off easy today; I’m just going to teach you a little lesson."
Ethan acted as he spoke, giving Julian no chance to struggle. However, for so reason, Julian felt a sense of anticipation. At least according to Ethan, he wouldn’t play too roughly with Julian today. Adding a bit of kink like this occasionally was good.
Soon enough, Julian realized what Ethan intended to do.
Ethan tied his legs to the sides of the bed, forcing Julian to spread his legs as wide as possible. Julian’s erect penis was also tied with a cute little bow, his mouth was gagged with a large rope knot, and his hands were forced up above his head and tied to the headboard. Because of the rope knot in his mouth, Julian couldn’t speak, but moans still spilled out, accompanied by saliva he couldn’t swallow.
Julian watched helplessly as Ethan climbed onto the bed, put a round, furry object onto his own penis, then lifted Julian’s hips and gently pushed above - extrely slowly and deliberately.
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