The silver moonlight had shifted to the pale gray of pre-dawn, but Justin remained exactly where I had placed him — on his knees on the raised medical bed, thighs spread wide, hands clasped behind his back, body trembling with the unrelenting effort of holding the position under calculated delay and the neutral sensitizer’s steady pulse. Sweat traced glistening paths down the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. His c**k hung heavy and flushed between his spread thighs, the head swollen and weeping in thick, rhythmic drops that fell onto the sheets with soft, obscene sounds. Every nerve ending sang with amplified torment, yet he endured in perfect, silent submission.
I straddled his lap once more, sinking down onto his throbbing length in one slow, deliberate glide until he filled me com
