The breaking endurance began at 4:00 a.m.
I had pushed the neutral sensitizer dosage higher while keeping the calculated delay locked in place. His body would not heal faster. His strength would not return. But every sensation — every brush of air, every heartbeat, every pulse of denied need — would be amplified until endurance itself became a form of exquisite torture.
I found him exactly as I had left him — on his knees on the raised medical bed, thighs spread wide, hands clasped behind his back, body trembling violently with the effort of holding the position. Sweat rolled down his golden skin in slow rivulets. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, the head swollen and shining, leaking in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds. H
