He whimpered, and kept going, that overwhelming need to cum still trapped in his body.
This was sadistic.
And he loved it.
“More,” he begged, knowing Gene would understand. “Train me more.”
Oh, he would.
By the time he was done, Ethan wouldn’t think, he’d just do, and that was what he wanted. In their world, they spent most of it trapped in a darkness that could break you if you let it.
This gave them freedom.
It gave them peace.
There was no death here.
There was just pleasure.
As he pulled on the nipple weights, Ethan gasped and looked rapturous. He looked like he was going to have the mother of all orgasms.
If his cock wasn’t in lockdown.
Instead, he fucked harder and with desperation. He pounded Gene’s ass, dying to get off.
And was denied.
Oh, but Gene came again.
And again.
And again.
By the time he was finished, he was tired, and Ethan was wildly desperate.
“Please let me cum,” he begged. “Please.”
Only, Gene was training him.
“We’ll clean up and go to bed, Tala,” he said. “I’m tired, and we need to rest.”
There was no way Ethan would rest. His dick was so swollen that he was pretty sure it would fall off before he could get sleep.
He’d spend the night humping anything he touched.
And that was the point.
As they went in the bathroom, Gene had him clean up, and then brush his teeth. The whole time, he knew Ethan wasstruggling to contain that need, but that was why training was important.
He needed to learn to control it.
Together, they did their nightly ritual, and got ready to sleep.
Well, he’d be sleeping.
As he pointed at the bed, Ethan got in, and Gene walked over to the French doors. When he opened them, they could hear the waves crashing down the beach, and smell the salty air.
When he got into bed, Gene laid on his back, and Ethan moved into his side, and the whole time, he said nothing.
