Chapter 315: Chapter 315: The Searing Touch of Wax (R21)

And naturally, the ordeal did not merely end with the gentle act of dripping wax. Before the aphrodisiac properties of the wax oil could fully take effect on Julian’s abdomen, Ethan had already lifted the candle glass a fraction higher.

The thick, viscous stream of melted wax rippled as it gently spilled over the rim of the glass, descending agonizingly slowly to land right between Julian’s heaving pectorals. The sudden, scalding sensation against his incredibly fragile and sensitive skin caused his entire body to jerk slightly on pure instinct. The amber droplets clung tenaciously to his flesh, radiating a scorching heat that was accompanied by an intoxicating, bewitching fragrance. Julian’s hands gripped the bedsheets beneath him so fiercely that his knuckles turned stark white, he pressed his lips together, yet he was utterly powerless to suppress the soft, strangled whimper that tore from his throat: “Mnn…”

Ethan had not yet ceased his torment. His gaze darkened considerably, swirling with an oppressive, suffocating possessiveness as he drank in every minute reaction of the man thrashing beneath him.

Ethan deliberately tilted the glass, trailing the searing hot wax down along Julian’s quivering torso, drawing a glistening line that slithered toward his inner thighs and the highly sensitive base of his shaft. This particular area harbored an overwhelming cluster of nerve endings, the dangerous collision of such extreme temperatures caused Julian to violently convulse. Driven by a primal instinct to protect himself, Julian attempted to clamp his thighs shut to ward off the terrifying invasion, but Ethan’s unyielding hand instantly forced his legs wide apart, compelling Julian to lay bare all of his deepest vulnerabilities.

“Ah… please do not… it is too hot…”

Judging solely by the tactile sensation, this fluid possessed a slickness akin to standard lubricating gel. The slippery, slightly tacky texture pooling over his skin created an exceptionally erotic friction. In reality, however, it was infinitely more stimulating than any ordinary lubricant. After all, no standard gel could ever deliver such a blazing, fire-like heat, relentlessly driving up his heart rate and forcing his blood vessels to dilate so aggressively. Julian’s body spasmed repeatedly in time with each cascading wave of heat. His manhood surged into a state of aching, agonizing hardness once more, weeping an even heavier flow of pre-coital fluid.

Unhurriedly, Ethan placed the now-empty candle glass onto the bedside table. He lightly grazed his fingers against the blazing base of Julian’s shaft, thoroughly coating his fingertips in the glossy, melted wax. Following that, Ethan began to glide his digits up and down the length of Julian’s arousal, moving with a meticulous, agonizing slowness, as though he were carefully tracing every prominent blue vein that pulsed beneath the surface of this magnificent erection. Every inch his fingers charted left behind a scorching trail of liquid fire, entirely incinerating the very last shreds of Julian’s fragile sanity.

“Hah… do not… mnn… please stop…”

Once the wax had settled upon his flesh for a few moments, it no longer retained its initial, blistering heat. It gradually cooled, though its sticky, viscous nature only intensified. It would have merely provided a slick, frictionless glide to enhance the carnal pleasures of their lovemaking… had it not been heavily laced with an incredibly potent aphrodisiac that rapidly seeped deep into every single pore. Julian’s length, already tortured into a state of rock-hard rigidity by his own lust, was pushed far beyond the absolute limits of human endurance by nothing more than the deliberate, suggestive stroke of Ethan’s fingertip caressing each swollen vein.

The flared tip began to weep pristine droplets of clear fluid, while Julian’s body writhed and squirmed restlessly against the completely chaotic tangle of bedsheets.

“Hah… Ethan, Ethan… please, help me… I feel so terrible… sob…”

Ethan’s fingers slipped down past the base of the shaft, cupping Julian’s heavy globes and evenly massaging the wax over them with perfectly measured pressure. The dominant man then lowered his massive frame, capturing Julian’s lips in a profound, breathless kiss to swallow back his pathetic hiccups. Simultaneously, Ethan’s hand drifted up to massage Julian’s flat, taut stomach, languidly spreading the aphrodisiac oil across the entirety of Julian’s torso, effectively cocooning the trembling man in a suffocating, intoxicating veil of raw lust.

“What does my baby want? Tell me, let me hear it.”

“Hah… mnn…” Unable to control himself, one of Julian’s legs instinctively hitched up over Ethan’s broad shoulder. The muscles in his thigh twitched violently in sporadic bursts, and his slender waist undulated in a frantic, disjointed rhythm, only to be instantly locked in place by Ethan’s massive, unyielding hands. Trapped within a hazy delirium of pleasure, Julian sobbed, “My chest, my chest is so itchy… sob… it is unbearable… please help me…”

Feigning the utmost obedience, Ethan allowed his calloused palm to slowly creep up toward Julian’s chest. Ethan’s fingers began tracing mesmerizing, hypnotic circles around the areolae that were already swollen and profoundly flushed. Every so often, he would utilize his fingernails to lightly graze the blazing red peaks, pressing them down deep into the soft, yielding flesh, before abruptly letting go, causing the hypersensitive nubs to snap back up.

Julian broke into another fit of sobbing, thick tears pooling and streaming endlessly from the corners of his eyes.

This was wrong, this sensation was utterly insufficient to grant him the release he craved.

His nipples had been scorched by the aphrodisiac wax until an agonizing, tingling itch penetrated deep beneath his skin. An overwhelming, desperate urge roared to life within Julian; he desperately needed someone to be ruthlessly violent, to treat him with crushing force just to extinguish this maddening itch. Yet, at this very moment, Ethan was doing nothing but offering gentle, teasing caresses, a torture that only amplified the itchiness and stoked Julian’s desperate craving to be utterly ravaged. A similar, maddening tingle spread rapidly throughout his lower half. Even though his tight, hidden entrance had not directly come into contact with a single drop of the aphrodisiac wax, Julian’s entire body was screaming aloud in a chemically-induced frenzy, prompting his internal muscles to clench and spasm with terrifying violence.

These violent, involuntary spasms caused the vibrating egg buried deep within him to be dragged relentlessly back and forth, allowing the wicked device to viciously and continuously strike against his most excruciatingly sensitive sweet spots.

Julian’s body violently shuddered as though he were seized by a devastating fever. “I do not want it to be like this… hic… it is agonizing…”

“Then how exactly do you want it? My baby has to spell it out clearly so I can know how to please you.”

“Hic… harder, a little harder… do not be so gentle… hic… Ah!”

Ethan acted like a remarkably good child, displaying absolute obedience as he thoroughly indulged Julian’s chaotic desires. The very second Ethan heard him beg for rougher treatment, the dominant man’s fingertips instantly pinched tightly together, viciously twisting the pathetic, crimson peak of Julian’s nipple. This ruthless and entirely unanticipated assault caused Julian’s entire body to vault off the mattress, his slender spine arching backward into an unimaginably exquisite, beautiful bow.

Astoundingly, driven over the edge by nothing more than this singular, brutal mistreatment of his chest, Julian found himself entirely incapable of enduring another second, and he helplessly came.

To say that he shot would not be entirely accurate. Julian’s body bowed upward in a gargantuan, supreme convulsion, and his length spat out a cloudy white stream of semen. However, because his shaft had not been granted any direct, physical stimulation, the climax lacked any real explosive force. It merely oozed out in a thick stream that trickled down his abdomen, before swiftly transitioning back into a pitiful, weakened state of steadily dripping fluid.

Julian thrashed wildly, kicking his legs as a sound of absolute, devastating despair tore from his lips. “Save me, please save me… sob… I was wrong…”

The sensation radiating from his manhood at this particular moment was far from pleasant. Julian had not yet achieved a genuine summit of ultimate pleasure; it was only due to the tyrannical, coercive stimulation of the aphrodisiac wax that his body had been physically forced to ejaculate. Consequently, his seed could not be fully purged, leaving him suspended in a torturous limbo of a half-finished climax. This agonizing state of being choked up yet utterly hollow threatened to drive Julian to the very brink of madness.

Julian’s mind progressively descended into a clouded, hazy blur, completely spinning as though he were trapped within the depths of some chaotic dream.

Julian could not tell if this was the exact same sensation as the previous time he had fallen victim to an aphrodisiac drug. Or perhaps, this time, he was much more lucid. Back then, it had merely been a primal instinct where his body screamed out for physical intimacy and carnal pleasure, while his consciousness remained hopelessly muddled and unclear. But right now… even as a dizzying vertigo assaulted his mind, Julian realized he was actually more acutely, painfully awake than ever before.

Julian possessed an agonizingly clear comprehension of exactly what his body wanted, and exactly what needed to be done.

It was simply the sheer, overwhelming volume of stimulation bombarding him all at once that prevented his overloaded nervous system from processing the information fast enough.

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