The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 111: The Tremors of Sweet Torture

Ethan Caldwell’s finger pressed down forcefully upon that slightly raised, sensitive prominence hidden deep within, causing Julian Sterling’s entire body to jerk violently in response. The man deliberately manipulated the small capsule, toying with it until it was trapped firmly between his finger and the prostate. The intense pressure and the grinding friction caused the thin outer shell of the medicine to gradually dissolve. The sensation was a complex mix of roughness and intrusion, yet because it stimulated his most fatal spot so precisely, waves of numbing pleasure mixed with a sharp, stinging thrill washed over that area.

Ethan seemed to be treating this as a game, intentionally utilizing his own body heat and the rhythmic friction to force the pill to melt faster, ensuring the contents seeped deep into every fiber of the muscle walls.

Moments later, whether due to the pharmacological effects of the drug or simply the result of Ethan’s prolonged teasing, Julian felt the small entrance below beginning to burn with a feverish heat. A sensation of maddening, insatiable itching began to radiate from the deepest recesses of his being, spreading outwards like a colony of a thousand fire ants marching relentlessly along the sensitive walls of his tract.

This feeling was completely different from the time he had been kidnapped and drugged by Aaron Sterling.

On that horrific occasion, the aphrodisiac had attacked his central nervous system, rendering his mind hazy and stripping him of his reason. The lust had flooded his entire body but focused primarily on his member, forcing a physiological reaction that he had no control over.

But this time, it was entirely different.

Julian knew perfectly well that the pill Ethan had just administered was certainly a type of stimulant, but it was obviously a licensed product that was safe for his body. This particular medication appeared to be a specialized aphrodisiac designed specifically for the receiving area. It did not cloud the user’s mind or render them delirious; on the contrary, the stimulation it provided seemed to sharpen Julian’s senses, making his mind completely and agonizingly wide awake.

He could clearly feel every single millimeter of the flesh inside heating up, going numb with a desperate craving, itching and demanding to be filled.

That sense of emptiness made Julian feel hollow with longing. The small mouth below seemed to be screaming ceaselessly, contracting madly in a frenzy, demanding to be fed full by the scorching, virile member that lay beneath Ethan’s hips. It wanted to be loved, to be abraded roughly, to have that hardness pounded straight inside without mercy.

Although Ethan had already buried three fingers into the entrance, for Julian, that was nowhere near enough. Compared to the monstrous pleasure that lurked within his subconscious, those fingers were pitifully small, lost in the vast sea of his carnal desire. Julian’s body spasmed continuously, a silent, desperate plea for the man’s thick shaft to stab deep inside, to crush him, to ravage him completely.

"Husband... oh, husband..." Julian sobbed brokenly, his face drenched in a mess of tears. "Put it in, please... it itches so badly... husband, hic..."

Through eyes that were blurred and swimming with tears, Julian could clearly see that the crotch of Ethan’s trousers had tented up into a small mound. Perhaps the man had also endured to his absolute limit, but when Julian looked into the eyes of the person opposite him, he saw a calmness that was utterly terrifying. It was that very composure that signaled to him that this punishment was far from over.

Instead of satisfying Julian, Ethan ruthlessly withdrew his hand, abandoning the wet, inviting little mouth that was contracting in invitation. He reached out and picked up a gleaming object that had been placed on the mattress.

"Mmm..."

A foreign object carrying a distinct chill wormed its way inside, a stark contrast to the blazing heat generated by the medicine. The cold sensation pressing against the burning hot walls of flesh created a jarring stimulation that made Julian shudder, goosebumps rising all over his skin.

Because he could not see clearly, he did not know for certain what it was. However, through the tactile feedback transmitting from below, Julian could vaguely guess that it was round, smooth, and not excessively large; it only caused his lower abdomen to feel slightly distended.

But the heat of his body very quickly chased away the initial coldness, causing the maddening itch to flare up once more, becoming ten times more unbearable than before. This torture forced a hiccup from Julian’s throat, and he shook his head frantically in denial: "I don’t want this... hic... You come inside... don’t stuff anymore..."

But Ethan acted as if he could not hear the younger man’s pleading. With perfect composure, he picked up the second sphere and pushed it in.

One... Two... Three...

Every time his body was forced to swallow one of those round balls whole, Julian’s body would jerk sharply. The fleshy walls contracted violently, trying to expel the foreign objects, but to no avail. It was not until he had swallowed the fourth one that Ethan finally stopped.

By this point, Julian was stuffed to the brim. All four vibrating eggs were layered inside him, crowding the narrow intestinal tract. They pressed against one another, rubbing against the feverishly hot walls that were being tormented by the drug, and pressing down hard on the sensitive spot deep inside, leaving his lower abdomen feeling bloated and numb.

Julian was tormented until he could barely breathe. His eyes were glazed and unfocused, his vision completely washed away by tears as he drowned in a pleasure he could not fight. He lifted his gaze to look at Ethan, his eyes filled with pitiful pleading, hoping for a single crumb of mercy to be bestowed upon him by the man.

But Ethan showed none of the compassion Julian was hoping for. He simply looked at the boy and smiled, a smile that was incredibly gentle and full of doting affection.

It was clearly a smile that could make a person drown in its sweetness, yet at that moment, it made Julian’s spine go ice-cold, the hair on the back of his neck standing on end.

Indeed, his intuition had never been wrong. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Under Julian’s fearful and attentive gaze, Ethan leisurely picked up a small black remote control. His finger slid lightly over the control panel before decisively pressing down on the power button.

Click.

A small sound resonated, followed immediately by a seismic earthquake inside Julian’s body.

Buzz buzz buzz...

The sound of machinery humming softly filled the air, but to Julian, it sounded like thunder exploding right next to his ear. The four vibrating eggs activated simultaneously, creating waves of frantic, chaotic shockwaves. They clattered against each other, vibrating violently, sweeping across the soft, yielding walls and hammering straight into the fragile prostate.

"Aaaa...!"

Julian’s body bounced off the bed, his entire frame trembling uncontrollably. The pleasure hit him too suddenly and with too much force, causing his mouth to gape open, but no words could come out. He could only writhe and arch his back, enduring the sweet, devastating torture that was ravaging him from the inside out.