Chapter 309: Chapter 309: Unbearable Torment (R21)

Julian’s legs tried to support his body until they turned to jelly, his entire being was drained of strength. But if he relaxed, the ceaseless collisions deep inside him transmitted waves of pleasure that made Julian instinctively want to close his legs and rub them together. In the end, he could only bite his lip hard, his bound hands clenching together tightly, forcing the root of his thighs to remain parted.

Julian sensed the tall silhouette of the man slowly approaching him. The familiar heat and masculine scent enveloped him, bringing with it an invisible pressure. Then, Ethan’s kiss slowly landed on Julian’s cheek. It was gentle and tender, as if he were cherishing the most precious treasure in the world, a stark contrast to the cruel bondage restraining Julian’s body at this moment.

“Good boy.” Julian felt Ethan’s slightly rough fingertips carefully wiping away the blurry tears lingering on his cheeks. This contact made his whole body tremble slightly. Then, the man’s deep, husky voice, laced with a hint of a smile, cascaded by Julian’s ear: “My baby has to hold on tight. You absolutely must not let anything drop out. I have some business to attend to first, but I will be back to check on you later.”

After that, Julian genuinely heard the sound of footsteps treading on the floor fading away, followed by the cold click of the door closing.

The space abruptly plummeted into a dead silence. However, he did not dare to heave a sigh of relief. The darkness before his eyes, coupled with the suspicious feeling of not knowing whether he was truly alone in the room, made Julian even more tense than before. He strained his ears to listen for any movement in his surroundings, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

It was not until a long while later, when his body had gradually grown accustomed to the steady and forceful rhythmic vibrations of the vibrating eggs buried deep inside him, that Julian was finally able to relax his muscles a little.

But that brief comfort did not last long. Gradually, he felt that something was increasingly wrong. The air in the room seemed to become stifling. His skin began to heat up, every cell tingling uncomfortably as if thousands of soft feathers were gently brushing past, ceaselessly teasing his nerves.

Especially his nipples, his manhood, and his delicate entrance, all of them became incredibly sensitive.

His body temperature continued to rise relentlessly. The feeling of arousal swelled more and more, like a small spark that suddenly flared into a wildfire, scorching his mind. Julian’s breathing also became more rapid and ragged.

He subconsciously arched his hips, his body twisting and writhing in despair, desperately wanting to alleviate the intense, explosive lust burning within his body, yet finding absolutely no way to seek release. His mind spun dizzily, searching for the cause, and then a sudden realization flashed through his head.

The candles… the candles!

The jar of candles that Ethan had lit earlier!

They were aphrodisiac candles!

Julian parted his lips and panted heavily, seemingly trying to capture all the surrounding air and draw it into his body to soothe the burning sensation of this moment. But it did not make him feel any better.

The strange fragrance from the candle wove its way into every breath, ceaselessly stimulating his nervous system. Julian’s entire body seemed to scream for release, his legs went limp and trembled violently, his manhood erecting to the point of uncomfortable pain. His fair skin was now flushed a deep shade of crimson, tiny beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead and completely drenching his spine.

The fierce, unfulfilled desire tortured Julian to the point where he broke into intermittent sobs. His mind became hazy, he seemed to have forgotten that the man had left, forgotten about the empty room, only knowing how to shed tears and whimper out a plea: “Husband, husband… hic… help, help me… I feel so terribly miserable…”

But no one answered Julian. The space was left with nothing but the steady humming of the machines and the sound of his own heavy panting. Finally, his reason was completely defeated by lust. He could no longer hold back and violated the command, bringing his trembling thighs together and gently rubbing them to alleviate the scorching arousal.

He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation, but the sharp crack of a whip did not resound as he had thought, nor did the tender skin at the base of his shaft receive any painful punishment from the man. This made him grow even bolder, continuing to repeat the rubbing motion.

But… it was not enough.

This tiny bit of friction was fundamentally incapable of extinguishing the raging fire burning vividly within his body. That empty, yearning sensation continued to endlessly haunt Julian, making him unable to resist rubbing his legs together faster and harder.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, his entire body jolted, and then he writhed, curling up slightly in a fit of trembling.

It was as if someone were hiding in the darkness, operating the remote control. The seven vibrating eggs inside him were abruptly pushed to a higher operational setting, many times more intense, ceaselessly squeezing and colliding with frantic madness. They clattered against each other, creating wet, squelching sounds, pressing against the soft and sensitive fleshy walls, and then ruthlessly grinding against the most profound sweet spot deep within, causing Julian’s whole body to jerk uncontrollably in rapid succession.

Because he was rubbing the roots of his thighs together, carried by his startled flinch, his inner thigh struck hard against the cold metal urethral plug at the tip of his manhood, directly pushing it a fraction deeper.

In a split second, Julian was tormented by this overwhelming rush of stimulation, a mixture of both pleasure and pain, to the point of nearly losing his consciousness.

Saliva spilled from the corners of his lips, unable to be swallowed in time. His gaze had grown vacant, blurry and brimming with tears, the tip of his tongue slightly protruding as he panted heavily. It was entirely the pitiful picture of someone drowning in endless lust. Right at this moment, a familiar deep voice suddenly rang out from a dark corner of the room, shattering the tranquil atmosphere.

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