Chapter 308: Chapter 308: A Torturous Pleasure (R21)

Julian had experienced so much pleasure that he was in a haze. He wanted to answer the man, but when his mouth opened, apart from soft moans, only his slightly protruding tongue could be seen, making him look even more wanton.

Perhaps growing bored of playing with the calligraphy brush, the man thrust the brush straight into the small entrance, one hand simultaneously pinching and rubbing a nipple. The other hand held the brush handle, mimicking the motion of intercourse as it pushed in and pulled out.

“Ha… please do not, do not… mhm!”

Julian’s body trembled violently, and the area below secreted even more fluid. When pulled out, the brush tip soaked in juices would gather together, gliding against the fleshy walls to create a maddeningly ticklish sensation that demanded something to crazily thrust inside. But when pushed back in, the brush tip would splay open, each fine bristle piercing the fleshy walls and bringing a numbingly painful sensation.

The rhythm of the thrusting was far too fast; pleasure, pain, and a tickling sensation blended together, making Julian feel completely disoriented. He shook his head, his tears already thoroughly soaking the piece of fabric covering his eyes. His entire body convulsed as if he had been struck by electricity, his weak thighs wanting to close together to reject this torturous sensation of pleasure.

Smack.

Fingertips no longer teased his nipple, replaced instead by the leather crop from earlier. The crop fell upon his bare skin, bringing a stinging pain at first, followed by a tingling sensation that only made him even more aroused.

Julian knew the man was warning him not to close his legs.

He could only try his hardest to tense his legs, forcing them to remain in a wide-open posture.

As the stimulation grew greater and greater, the man stopped using his fingers to flick the young man’s nipples, switching to using the leather crop to lightly glide over the flesh. The tactile sensation transmitted made Julian pant heavily, accompanied by the frantic pleasure from below. He cried until his eyelashes were wet, completely unable to control the fact that his member had grown hard again, the tip oozing with fluid.

Then he felt a sharp sting at the tip, as if the man was inserting something into it.

What else could it be but a sounding rod.

Ethan inserted it agonizingly slowly, as if to let him fully savor this sensation. Julian could only sob, crying so hard he was unable to form words.

The man, however, leisurely coaxed him: “Ejaculating too many times will harm your kidneys, be good, I am just helping you.”

Julian had been played with by the calligraphy brush below until he completely lost his bearings, only able to shake his head and cry out incoherently that he “did not want this”.

The man finally stopped, mercifully giving him a little time to catch his breath. The calligraphy brush was pulled out and thrown onto the tiled floor with a thud. Julian’s legs, which had been tensed all this time to withstand the pleasure, now went completely limp, splaying wide open to the sides.

He parted his lips to pant heavily, desperately trying to grasp at the air to fill his lungs.

It was truly sheer madness.

But before he even had enough time to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt something being stuffed into his lower region. Smooth, and round.

It was probably a vibrating egg.

But it was not just one.

Julian silently counted for a moment;,that was already the fifth one. This type was not too large, from what he could feel, it was even smaller than a chicken egg. However, no matter how small they were, having so many stuffed inside still made him feel incredibly full. He felt as though his entrance could not possibly swallow any more, yet the man seemed to want to shove a sixth one inside.

Julian shook his head vigorously: “Please do not, husband… hic… my stomach, my stomach is already so full…”

The sensation of fullness was intensely clear, even pressing slightly against his bladder, making Julian’s body twitch. But Ethan was incredibly unhurried, the man pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and asked: “Do you still remember the safe word?”

Julian bit his lower lip and nodded.

“Then do you want to say it?”

Yet, surprisingly, he pursed his lips and refused to open his mouth.

Julian heard Ethan let out a low chuckle, and another vibrating egg was pushed inside his lower region.

The sixth one.

Then the seventh one.

He lay on the bed, his mouth hanging open as he panted heavily.

Julian’s lower abdomen was already bulging slightly, his small entrance stretched to its absolute limits to contain seven vibrating eggs. But the most terrifying part had yet to arrive, because they had only been stuffed inside; the switches had not even been turned on yet.

He heard the sound of a matchbox striking. It seemed Ethan was lighting something, very quickly, a gentle fragrance drifted out to fill the entire room.

It was a scented candle, but Julian thought it was definitely not a normal scented candle.

But right now, he had no energy left to think about that, because Ethan had flipped the switch to the lightest setting.

But no matter how light the setting was, seven vibrating eggs buzzing simultaneously inside his body still made him feel so much pleasure that his toes curled, yet the moment his thighs snapped shut, the leather crop lashed out against them.

“Hic… mhm…”

Julian sobbed and moaned at the same time, saliva spilling over the corners of his mouth.

Meanwhile, the man’s voice was stern: “Spread your legs apart.”

His legs trembled, and he tried his hardest to spread his thighs open. But the oppressive wave of pleasure made him writhe and twist his body, his stomach contracting as he instinctively wanted to push those vibrating eggs out.

Plop.

One vibrating egg, squeezed by the others, followed the contraction of his stomach and slipped out.

Smack!

“Ah!”

Julian’s body jolted violently, the leather crop fell onto his bare skin once more, landing precisely right in front of that delicate little entrance. The sharp stinging sensation suddenly flared and then vanished, morphing into a burning, tingling itch.

“Hic… husband… please, have pity on me…”

Julian murmured sweetly, and received a tender kiss in return. But the man’s hands were not nearly as gentle as his lips; Ethan ruthlessly shoved the egg right back into the small entrance.

“Every time one falls out…” The man said while caressing the entrance, stimulating it to the point that Julian’s thighs twitched: “This little mouth will have to endure ten lashes. You think about how many you can withstand.”

Julian hastily said he did not want that, shaking his head while tightly squeezing his small entrance shut. The consequence was that the vibrating eggs were pushed deeper inside, slamming forcefully against his most sensitive spot, sending such overwhelming pleasure through his entire body that he could not even catch his breath.

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