"Ngh..." Lucien furrowed his brows, sobbing as a hollow, burning, and itching sensation surged from deep within, causing the corners of his eyes to grow damp.
He anticipated a deep thrust to the hilt to relieve this aching itch, but Dominic Vance merely moved his hips in an agonizingly minuscule range. He let the rough glans rub back and forth right at the entrance, touching and then withdrawing, teasingly hovering. Just as it was about to brush against the sensitive spot, he would abruptly pull back. The distance repeatedly closed and widened, far away and then intimately flush again.
This maddening interruption created a severe deprivation of sensation. Lucien was so overwhelmed with discomfort that he writhed his waist, proactively lifting his hips and moving backward to seek out the friction himself. But Dominic Vance seemed to have anticipated this. His hands, like iron clamps, immediately pinned down the boy’s waist and hips, thoroughly maintaining the distance and strictly forcing Lucien’s rhythm to follow his exact intentions.
[Warning: The host’s physiological reactions are exceeding controllable limits!]
System 000 blared continuously, but at this moment, Lucien had absolutely no mind left to care. Initially, he had always been confident that he was the one taking the lead in this act, using this pliant body to seduce and complete the mission. Yet now, his panting was completely broken, becoming genuinely heavy and breathless.
His chest heaved violently, his eyes veiled with a mist of tears, and the moans escaping his throat were no longer deliberate, coquettish acts, but genuine physiological fractures. This body was blatantly betraying his rationality. It was desperately craving for Dominic Vance to fiercely, frantically wreck it. Lewd juices continuously leaked out, soaking the bedsheets, while the little mouth relentlessly contracted, yearning to be completely filled.
Panicking, Lucien bit his lip so hard it almost bled; he realized that the boundary between "acting" and true, thirsty desire was gradually being entirely incinerated by the flames of lust. He began to blur the lines between his mission and sheer instinct.
Noticing the struggle and loss of control in the person beneath him, Dominic Vance smirked.
He leaned down, pressing his chest flush against the boy’s sweat-drenched bare back, bringing his thin, callous lips right up to Lucien’s fiercely blushing ear. The scorching breath fanning against his ear caused Lucien’s body to jolt. The meat walls below unconsciously clamped down, squeezing tightly around the glans. Dominic Vance let out a soft hum, maliciously nipping at his sensitive earlobe with his teeth as he whispered deeply alluring, humiliating words:
"Your body doesn’t listen to you, Lucien. Keep trying to act so pure and noble, but take a good look at yourself. Look at how this little mouth is obediently dripping wet, clamping so tightly around my cock... It’s screaming, begging for me to fuck you."
That intensely arousing humiliation struck directly at Lucien’s pride. Even though his mind was being melted in a quagmire of pleasure, the stubborn nature carved into his very bones made him refuse to accept defeat passively, forbidding himself from being pathetically suppressed in such a one-sided manner.
Lucien forcefully took a deep breath, reaching out with exhausted, trembling arms to wrap around Dominic Vance’s neck. He tilted his head slightly, the corners of his swollen red lips curving up into a faint smile, dangerously seductive and bewitching.
Using his very last ounce of strength, he deliberately tightened his sphincter below, forcing the tender flesh to clamp down fiercely, constricting tightly around the thick, massive shaft that was enduring within him, rubbing right against the man’s own sensitive spot.
His gaze carried an intense glint of provocation, showing no signs of backing down as he leaned in to retort right against his lips: "So... are you the one in control? Holding back until the blue veins on your forehead are bulging, drenched in sweat like that... Aren’t you afraid of choking to death before you can even fuck me?"
"You brought this upon yourself."
He let out a low, muffled roar from deep within his throat; his hips erupted with a terrifying force, initiating a series of thrusts with a prolonged, agonizing rhythm.
Dominic Vance gathered his momentum, driving in a thrust to the hilt so deeply that it almost folded Lucien’s stomach in half, ruthlessly grinding past the most sensitive spot... and just as Lucien opened his mouth, preparing to scream in ecstasy, he abruptly came to a dead halt!
The climax, hovering on the verge of explosive release, was choked back right at the throat.
The cock remained buried to the absolute depths, resolutely refusing to budge even a fraction of an inch. Lucien sobbed brokenly, twisting his body in desperate torment. The man heartlessly left him to cry, suspended at the very peak of lust for a dozen seconds that felt as long as a century, waiting until Lucien’s cries dissolved into the most pathetic, whimpering pleas before Dominic Vance suddenly pulled out and slammed back in with another brutal thrust.
That ruthless cycle repeated itself over and over. Plunging deep and then stopping; pushing him up to a climax and then abruptly halting. Holding the cock firmly inside while Lucien’s body ceaselessly hungered for friction.
"Ah... no... sob... Dominic... please... fuck me... move, please..." Lucien sobbed out fractured words, his hands flailing before wrapping around the man’s back, scratching wildly at it. This deprivation of sensation was driving him insane. His entire being felt like a fragile leaf battered and tossed about by a tempest, suspended in the sky without permission to touch the ground.
Tortured by interrupted pleasure for far too long, compounded by the insidious effects of the aphrodisiac, Lucien’s physiological endurance thoroughly collapsed. It no longer required Dominic Vance to thrust continuously at a frenzied speed to trigger it. Just the sheer, oppressive pressure deep inside and his extreme craving caused Lucien’s body to spontaneously surge with a violent spasm.
He threw his head back, opening his mouth and sobbing out a sharp, high-pitched cry. His flat lower abdomen heaved fiercely, his toes curling so tightly they turned white. Pitifully thin, watery streams of semen leaked from his front, thoroughly dampening the skin of both their stomachs.
It was not a violent explosion, nor did it bring a sense of absolute release; instead, it carried an unrelenting, weak exhaustion and profound agitation. Dominic Vance’s goal had never been to let Lucien find complete and utter satisfaction within this rhythm.
He wanted the unconditional surrender of the flesh, making the boy entirely dependent upon his every breath, his every touch. He wanted Lucien addicted to this half-finished, frustrating sensation until he had no choice but to weep and beg for more to be bestowed upon him.