The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 125: A Torturous Resonance

Seeing that Julian was on the verge of a genuine temper tantrum, Ethan ceased his teasing and leaned down to capture the boy’s mouth in a deep, suffocating kiss. To be honest, Julian loved these kinds of kisses, the ones that felt like a conversation rather than a conquest. They were thick with affection, a slow, lingering exchange of breath and soul that provided a much-needed sense of security.

But while Julian was losing himself in the tender comfort of the kiss, Ethan’s hand reached out for a specific object he had brought in earlier. It was the vibrant pink dildo, the very same toy that Julian had used to taunt and tease him earlier that evening.

At that moment, Julian was still blissfully unaware of the looming threat. It wasn’t until they finally broke apart, gasping for air, that the reality hit him. Ethan’s hand clamped down firmly on Julian’s waist, pinning him to the marble, while his other hand waved the silicone toy mockingly in front of Julian’s face.

Julian’s eyes widened to their absolute limit. As the implication of the gesture sank in, his face went deathly pale, and his pupils contracted into tiny pinpricks of sheer terror.

"No! No, you can’t! Ethan Caldwell!" Julian began to thrash, trying to scoot backward across the cold stone, but Ethan’s grip was like an iron shackle: "I’m not using that thing! You said we were finished! You promised!"

"Be good now, Jules. This is merely to help you plug up that greedy little mouth of yours. If I don’t, you’ll soak our bed through, and I wouldn’t want that. Besides, you look so incredibly provocative like this. I wouldn’t be able to control myself, and we’d end up starting all over again. Is that what you want?"

"I don’t want it... mmm it’s too cold... it’s too hard... it hurts..." Julian burst into a fit of uncontrolled sobbing, his legs kicking out wildly in a desperate attempt to fend off the inevitable. He was genuinely terrified of the feeling of being filled again. His body was screaming for rest, for silence, for the absence of any intrusion.

"Now, now, sweetheart, it will be perfectly fine." Ethan murmured, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss against his temple, though his hands showed no sign of stopping. He reached for a bottle of lubricant, coating the silicone shaft in a thick, slick layer before forcing Julian’s legs apart once more.

The first sensation that registered in Julian’s mind was the biting cold.

The silicone toy had been sitting out in the air-conditioned room, and its surface was chilled. When the blunt head of the toy made contact with the scorching, feverish heat of Julian’s entrance, the extreme temperature difference sent a violent shiver through his entire frame. His internal muscles spasmed, tightening in a futile, instinctive attempt to reject the cold intruder.

"Relax for me, my love." Ethan said, his voice dropping into a stern, commanding register that brooked no argument. He gave Julian’s thigh a sharp, stinging pat: "The more you fight it and clench, the more it’s going to hurt when it goes in."

Ethan gave him no further time to mentally prepare. With a single, decisive movement, he drove the toy upward, forcing it deep into the boy’s body.

"Aaaaaah...!"

Julian arched his back so violently his spine nearly cleared the marble, looking like a prawn being tossed into boiling water. The cold, unyielding silicone forced its way through the swollen walls of his canal, wedging itself deep inside. The sensation of being invaded when one possessed no sexual desire was nothing short of psychological and physical torture. It felt like a heavy, bloated weight was pressing against his bladder and intestines, creating a sensation of being overstuffed that was profoundly uncomfortable.

Ethan watched the way Julian’s stomach distended slightly under the pressure, a dark smirk playing on his lips. He leaned in close to Julian’s ear, his breath hot against the boy’s skin: "There. Now you won’t make a mess. You’ll just have to keep it inside until morning."

Ethan Caldwell pushed with a single, steady motion until the entire length of the silicone toy had vanished deep within the boy’s body. Only the flared base remained, pressed firmly against the reddened, pulsing entrance of Julian Sterling’s heat. The intrusion was absolute, a cold and unyielding weight that anchored Julian to the marble surface, making every shallow breath he took a struggle against the stretching pressure within.

"Ngh... ah... take it out... please, just take it out... it feels so wrong..." Julian sobbed, his fingernails digging frantically into the firm muscles of Ethan’s forearms. His body, already pushed to its limit, felt as though it were being stretched to the point of breaking: "My stomach... it’s too full... it hurts, Ethan..."

"It is perfectly fine, Jules." Ethan cooed, his voice dropping into a soothing, melodic tone as if he were comforting a frightened child. He ignored the frantic scratching, instead choosing to run a steady, calming hand down the length of Julian’s bare, trembling back. He shifted his weight, pulling Julian’s upper body up so the boy could lean against his chest for support: "Just breathe. Give it a moment, and your body will adjust. You will be used to it before you know it."

Despite his gentle words, Ethan’s eyes betrayed a different emotion. As he gazed down at the sight of Julian’s exit being so thoroughly plugged and conquered, a flare of dark, possessive satisfaction burned in his gaze. He took a predatory delight in the sight of his mark being so visibly claimed.

But the ordeal was far from over. This was not merely a lesson in endurance; it was a demonstration of absolute control.

Ethan’s fingers ghosted over the base of the toy, searching for the small, recessed switch hidden at the bottom.

Click.

The sound was tiny, almost imperceptible in the quiet of the bathroom, but to Julian, it sounded like a thunderclap. His eyes snapped open, wide with a new kind of panic.

Vrrr... vrrr... vrrr...

A low, persistent hum began to vibrate within the cramped, sensitive confines of his body. It wasn’t the violent, high-frequency buzzing that Julian had used on himself earlier to chase a quick peak. Ethan had set it to the lowest possible frequency, a steady, rhythmic pulse that was no louder than the drone of a distant insect.

Yet, this subtle vibration was far more agonizing than any frantic stimulation.

It wasn’t strong enough to drive Julian toward an orgasm, but it was more than enough to act as a constant, nagging disturbance. It served as a relentless reminder of the foreign object wedged inside him. The toy vibrated against the swollen, aching walls of his canal, grazing over his hypersensitive G-spot with every micro-movement. It created a deep-seated, maddening itch that he couldn’t scratch, a restless tension that made it impossible to find a moment of peace.