Chapter 117: Chapter 117: The Tantalizing Vibration

Witnessing this provocative spectacle unfold before his very eyes, Ethan Caldwell felt his breathing become increasingly labored. The air around him seemed to thicken, heavy with tension, as his chest heaved with ragged, audible gasps that he could no longer suppress. His burning gaze was fixed, unblinking, on Julian Sterling’s slender, agile fingers as they glided effortlessly over the smooth, pale pink surface of the silicone instrument. In the chaotic fever of his mind, Ethan began to hallucinate, wildly imagining that those same exquisite hands were not caressing a cold toy, but were instead wrapping around his own scorching, throbbing member. He could almost feel the phantom sensation of that soft skin stroking him, inch by inch, the delicate fingertips dancing over his sensitive glans, teasing and tormenting him until he was on the brink of madness.

The sheer intensity of his visualization was so potent that the tip of his shaft began to weep, releasing waves of clear, slick pre-seminal fluid that stained the fabric of his confinement, a testament to his extreme state of arousal.

However, Julian was far from finished with his performance. If he had truly decided to exact his revenge for the earlier grievances, there was no way he would let Ethan off with something as simple as a visual tease. The retribution had to be thorough.

Ethan watched, mesmerized and helpless, as Julian parted his lips, lips that were still swollen and flushed a deep, inviting red from their earlier passionate kisses. Julian’s eyes sparkled with a mischievous, fox-like glint. Then, with deliberate slowness, he raised his hand, bringing the artificial phallus up to the level of his face. Julian made a show of it, intentionally extending the tip of his bright red tongue to trace a languid, wet circle around the head of the toy.

The moist, pink tip of his tongue wrapped itself sinuously around the object that mimicked a man’s most intimate part. That flexible, agile muscle swirled around the ridge of the glans before gliding down the length of the shaft in a long, sensual stroke. After he had licked it to his heart’s content, coating it in a sheen of saliva, Julian switched tactics, pressing a loud, wet kiss against the body of the dildo. Then, opening his mouth wide, he took it in.

He did not swallow the entire length. Instead, he focused solely on the rounded head, taking it past his lips and sucking on it with immense force, his cheeks hollowing slightly with the effort of the suction.

The wet, sloshing sounds of his mouth working on the toy echoed clearly in the quiet room, a lewd and erotic noise that harmonized strangely with the crisp, melodic chiming of the silver bells at his waist. Together, they created a symphony of pure, unadulterated obscenity that assaulted Ethan’s senses.

“Be a good boy and untie me right now.” Ethan sounded as if he had reached the absolute limit of his endurance. His voice was no longer smooth. It was thick, hoarse, and laced with a palpable threat that rumbled deep in his throat.

But Julian was nowhere near satisfied with his little game. Who told this man he could just spank Julian’s buttocks whenever he pleased? Did he think the backside of a grown man was something to be disciplined so casually? Julian harbored a petty grudge, and he was not about to let Ethan Caldwell off the hook so easily.

Thus, Julian pretended he had gone momentarily deaf. He completely ignored the man’s demand, remaining entirely focused on playing with the toy in his hand. A moment later, as if a new and brilliant idea had just struck him, he suddenly yanked the dildo out of his mouth. A crisp “pop” resonated in the air as the suction broke. A long, thin string of saliva still connected his glistening lips to the head of the toy, stretching out like a silver spiderweb that shimmered beautifully under the warm glow of the floor lamp.

“Hubby…” Julian called out softly, his voice dropping to a murmuring whine that was as sweet and sticky as molasses.

While his right hand held the toy, Julian’s left hand began a journey of its own. Two fingers started to slide over his own chest, circling and pinching the small, erect nipple until his body trembled with a jolt of pleasure. Satisfied with the reaction, those fingers continued their downward trajectory, sliding over his flat stomach, brushing past the sparse, dark forest of hair, until they found the small, soft entrance that was twitching in anticipation, opening and closing as if inviting an intrusion.

Ethan watched with bated breath as Julian leisurely inserted two fingers into himself to explore the tightness within. The fingers separated gradually, stretching the narrow passage, working to widen the rim of the entrance. Once prepared, Julian removed his fingers and replaced them with the tip of the dildo, slowly pushing the artificial object inside.

At the base of the dildo, there was a small control dial. Julian was well aware of its existence and function. However, he was feeling particularly lazy and had no patience to test the vibration levels or cycle through the gentle modes first. In a moment of reckless impulsivity, he simply flicked the switch all the way up, instantly activating the highest intensity setting.

“Ah..!”

The moment the dildo was pushed inside his body, it suddenly roared to life, vibrating violently. Although it did not possess the daunting length or girth of Ethan’s natural endowment, and Julian had not even pushed it in fully, the sheer ferocity and unexpectedness of the high-frequency vibration caught him completely off guard. His legs turned to jelly instantly, his entire body going soft and limp as if all his strength had been siphoned away. He lost his balance.

His entire body collapsed, and he fell back heavily, landing with a soft thud onto the plush cushion of the velvet armchair.

“Ah~ um…” A whimper that was half-sob, half-moan escaped his lips, a sound of startled distress mixed with overwhelming, blinding pleasure. In the process of falling, the angle and the impact caused Julian to accidentally swallow the entire length of the frantically vibrating toy, burying it deep within the recesses of his body.

Aside from that initial little accident that caused the toy to invade his body deeper than intended, Julian quickly managed to regain his composure. The young man took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady his trembling frame. Once the initial shock faded, he took charge of the situation, seizing the initiative.

Julian’s hand began to move, gently pushing and pulling the device. He guided the dildo deep inside his body and then leisurely drew it back out, establishing a rhythm. As the waves of pleasure began to crest, his back arched reflexively, curving away from the chair to form a magnificent, beautiful line. His almond-shaped eyes, usually bright with mischief, were now glazed over with a layer of mist, clouded by the haze of lust. His lips, already swollen from the earlier ravishment, parted slightly, allowing broken, fragmented moans to spill softly from his throat.

The room was now completely submerged in an atmosphere of ambiguous, heavy desire. The air was filled with Julian’s sweet, honeyed moans, the constant, rhythmic jingling of the silver bells that chimed with every bounce of his body, and the heavy, ragged breathing of two men, all weaving together into a dense tapestry of sound.

Julian manipulated the dildo with his hand for a while longer, then, feeling a wave of lethargy, he let go, allowing the toy to stay buried inside him, vibrating on its own. The inanimate object continued its rampage, vibrating mechanically against the soft, sensitive walls of his interior. But after playing like this for a short while, a frown creased Julian’s forehead.

This thing was cold. It felt icy and detached, vibrating with a soulless, mechanical consistency. It was nothing like Ethan. It was nothing like the sensation of Ethan’s member, which would thrust deep into his core, hitting that sweet spot with precision every single time, pressing against his prostate until Julian felt a pleasure so intense it numbed his brain. Furthermore, Ethan was hot, scorching hot. The man’s temperature was always high enough to feel as though it could incinerate Julian from the inside out. The stark difference between the cold silicone and the hot flesh made Julian’s pleasure feel suspended, incomplete.

The sensation was floating, hovering just out of reach of the climax, leaving Julian feeling empty and utterly unsatisfied. In his heart, he desperately wanted to rip this fake, buzzing thing out of his body and throw it across the room, then impale himself properly on Ethan’s real, magnificent hardware.

But his reason, hanging by a thread, whispered a warning to him. He absolutely could not soften his heart right now. This was no longer just about petty revenge. It was a matter of survival. If he released the man now, it would be akin to releasing a hungry tiger back into the wild. The moment Ethan was free, the only person who would suffer the consequences would be Julian himself. Therefore, deciding that a flawed substitute was better than nothing at all, Julian could only grit his teeth and make do with the counterfeit pleasure.

His free hand, which was not bracing against the chair, slid down over his flat, heaving stomach. He grasped his own pink member, which was throbbing painfully with a rock-hard erection. He began to stroke himself, moving his hand up and down to comfort the aching desire, his breathing becoming even heavier and more frantic as he tried to chase the elusive release.

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