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Ethan, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, sat up in his bed. He looked over at Adam's still form, snoring softly. He smiled, threading the strand on Adam’s face, remembering their previous play sessions. Last time, Adam had threatened to use a high-pressure jet on Ethan's urethra, and the memory sent a shiver of anticipation down Ethan's spine. It’d been two days since their last scene. He nudged Adam awake.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Ethan said, his voice low and husky. "I want to play today… You know what I've been thinking about?"

Adam groaned, stretching his arms above his head. "What's that?"

Ethan's grin widened. "Last time, you mentioned something about a high-pressure jet. I've been... curious."

Adam's eyes snapped open, a mischievous glint in them. "Oh, you want to try that, don’t you?" he said, his voice laced with excitement. "I'm happy to accommodate, Ethan. Let's make today's play day one to remember." Ethan laughed, "I always remember every play day! I remember everyday with you, you know that." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "But I'm a greedy pain slut, so why not make today's play session even more unforgettable?"

Adam chuckled, his eyes sparkling with delight. "You never fail to surprise me. I love that hunger in you." He pushed Ethan back onto the bed, straddling him, his hands pinning Ethan's wrists above his head. "You ARE a greedy little pain slut, aren't you?" he murmured, leaning down to capture Ethan's lips in a hungry kiss. Ethan moaned, arching into Adam, eager for more. When they broke apart, Adam grinned, "Come on, love. Let's get you cleaned up for our scene. Front only, or...?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for Ethan's response. Ethan, stretching languidly, met Adam's gaze, "Today, I want it all, Adam. Front and back." Adam's eyes flashed with desire. He leaned in, capturing Ethan's lips in a searing kiss. "I'll make breakfast while you get ready," he murmured, pulling away. Ethan nodded, a wide, eager smile spreading across his face.

After Ethan was done, he moved to the kitchen. Adam prepared a simple breakfast of toast and eggs, feeding Ethan bite by bite, their eyes locked. "You're such a good boy, Ethan," Adam praised, his voice soft. Ethan smirked at the praise, his eyes shining. “So I'll get my rewards, right?” Adam couldn’t help but laugh at the conclusion that exposed all Ethan’s lust. He slapped Ethan’s ass playfully and urged him to finish the meal. After breakfast, they retired to the living room and took their time before getting to play. Adam sat on the couch, Ethan on his lap. "Ready? Ethan?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation. Ethan, his heart pounding with excitement, leaned in and captured Adam's lips in a passionate kiss. Adam responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around Ethan, pulling him closer. Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths, as they lost themselves in the moment. Ethan's hands found their way into Adam's hair, holding him in place, not ready to let go just yet. Adam's hands roamed Ethan's body, tracing lines that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. They broke apart, both breathless and grinning.

"I thought you'd never ask," Ethan whispered, his voice husky with desire. Adam chuckled, "Oh, right. Everyone knows that you’re always eager." He shifted beneath Ethan, his hardening length pressing against Ethan's ass. Adam's hands, rough and demanding, found their way to Ethan's crotch, his fingers wrapping around Ethan's balls, giving them a firm squeeze that bordered on pain. Ethan gasped into Adam's mouth, his hips bucking forward, seeking more. Adam chuckled against Ethan's lips, his fingers kneading Ethan's cock, not with gentleness, but with a firmness that promised pleasure laced with pain.

"Look at you, Ethan," Adam murmured, breaking their kiss, his eyes dark with lust. "Already so hard for me. Your filthy cock and balls are going to be in so much pain today, but you can't help yourself, can you?"

Ethan moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, his body arching into Adam's touch. "No, Adam," he whimpered. "I can't help it. I want it. I want you."

Adam's grip tightened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Good boy," he praised, before capturing Ethan's lips again in a searing kiss. Ethan moaned eagerly, his body writhing with anticipation of the pain and pleasure to come. Ethan broke the kiss, gasping for breath. "Adam," he panted, his eyes locked onto Adam's, "I still remember you wanting to fuck my cock. I know it's... it's impossible with your size," Ethan's breath came in short gasps between kisses, his body writhing with anticipation. "But God, Adam, the way your fingers gripped and almost tore my cockhole last time when you were fucking my ass... it was amazing."

Adam's heart swelled at the confession, a surge of love and desire coursing through him. He captured Ethan's mouth in a fierce, tongue-filled kiss, his fingers tightening on Ethan's crotch, exerting just the right amount of pressure to make Ethan moan and scream into his mouth. Ethan's body writhed, seeking more, and Adam gave it to him, his touch a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. They loved each other so much, and this, their shared passion, was an evidence of that love.

Adam broke the kiss, their foreheads touching, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "How can you say something so sweet?" he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. Ethan's eyes fluttered open, a small smile playing on his lips. "Because, my love," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I want my rewards. I want you to make my useless cock, balls, and ass feel good." Adam's eyes widened, a tender look replacing the lustful one. "Ethan," he said, his voice firm, "Your meat has so much potential to enjoy many ‘good things’." Adam's eyes sparkled with a slow smile spreading across his face. "Today," he began, his voice low and filled with promise, "What other ‘good things’ do you want apart from the water jet?"

Ethan's heart raced, his eyes darting away for a moment before meeting Adam's gaze again. Ethan contemplated Adam's question, his mind racing with possibilities. He thought about any extreme pain he could endure. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he bit his lower lip, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"Can you…" Ethan began, his voice barely audible, "Can you... clean me thoroughly today?" He held his breath, waiting for Adam's response. Adam's eyebrows raised in surprise, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized Ethan's request. He chuckled, a deep, husky sound that sent shivers down Ethan's spine.

"Oh, love," Adam murmured, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "You little minx. You want me to give you a proper scrub, don't you?" His cock twitched at the vivid image of Ethan tightly bound, taking the water jets and other tools in his asshole and cockhole, perhaps even on his balls, for a proper cleaning. He shifted uncomfortably, his hardness pressing against Ethan.

Ethan nodded, his eyes full of excitement. "Yes," he whispered. "You’d better make sure I'm... spotless." Adam's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Alright, my pain slut," he agreed, his voice serious. "If you faint again without using our safeword, there will be consequences. Do you remember our rules?"

Ethan’s mood wilted upon hearing the question. He hated Adam for ruining his arousal with no efforts. "Yes–” He answered broadly with dead eyes, returning Adam’s warning gaze. “If I faint without saying 'red', my penis will be in a chastity device for two months. And we won't play, and you won't... you won't fuck me." Adam gave him a small, stern nod. "Exactly. I want you to be safe, and I want you to enjoy our play." Ethan's brows furrowed, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. "But that's too harsh! I won't be able to enjoy anything if I can't... you know, for two months!"

Adam chuckled, his fingers still tracing idle patterns on Ethan's stomach. "Too harsh? Many men would consider what we do harsh. This punishment, on the other hand, is quite gentle compared to all that." Ethan shook his head, his eyes pleading. "No, you don't understand. Not being able to... to use my hole, it's a true torture. It's painful, both physically and emotionally."

Adam's smile softened, but his tone remained firm. "It goes both ways, my love. I won't enjoy it either if I can't fuck or torture you. That's why we have these rules, to ensure we both enjoy our play and stay safe." Ethan sighed, his body relaxing into Adam's touch. "I know. I just... I just want to be with you, all the time." Adam's heart warmed at Ethan's words. He leaned in, capturing Ethan's lips in a soft, tender kiss. "And you will be, Ethan. Always. Now, let's get ready. Today is going to be a lot of fun."

Ethan, still not happy with how the conversation ended, pushed himself off Adam's lap. "I'd rather you water jet my urethra for 10 hours than have the gentle punishment..." he murmured, already halfway to the door. Adam watched him go, his breath hitching at Ethan's bold words. The image of Ethan bound and screaming, his urethra taking the full force of the water jet for hours, was almost too much to bear. Adam's cock throbbed painfully, pressing against his pants.

Adam closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself. He couldn't let his excitement get the better of him, not yet. He needed to maintain control, for both their sakes. He leaned back into the sofa, his fingers tapping a steady rhythm on his thigh as he visualized the scene in the playroom, Ethan's screams echoing in his mind. He could almost taste the power, the control, the pleasure they would both derive from this.

After a few minutes, Adam opened his eyes, his breathing back to normal. He stood up, his movements purposeful as he made his way to the playroom. The anticipation was intoxicating, and he was ready. Today was going to be a lot of fun, indeed.

Adam opened the door to the tile room, revealing a spacious, clinical space with gleaming white tiles on the walls and floor. The room was equipped with various waterproof furniture and fixtures, including some adjustable showerheads suspended from the ceiling, a metal frame with locks and straps, huge mechanical devices on the ceiling with chains dangling, a wide drain in the center of the floor, and several strategically placed showerheads and restraints on the walls. The air was cool and dry, a condition of being taken good care of by the owner.

Ethan stepped in, his bare feet slapping against the cool tiles. He looked around, his eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. Adam watched him, a small smile playing on his lips as he closed the door behind them.

"Welcome to our water playroom, Ethan," Adam said, his voice echoing slightly in the tiled space. "This is where we can get you nice and clean." He walked towards a cabinet on the wall, opening it to reveal an array of waterproof toys and attachments.

Ethan's eyes widened as he took in the sight. "There's so much... stuff," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and apprehension. Adam chuckled. He turned to Ethan, his eyes softening. "Don't worry, my love. One day, you will know all of their tastes and love them as much as I do." He gestured towards the large metal frame in the center of the room. "For now, why don't you come here?" Ethan followed Adam's gaze, his eyes widening as he took in the frame. It resembled a St. Andrew's cross, but with a plastic-padded seating at the hips for added comfort. "That... that looks intimidating," Ethan admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Adam walked over to the frame, Ethan trailing behind him. "It's designed for your comfort. It's going to hold you securely, so you can let go of all your inhibitions and enjoy the experience." Adam ran his fingers over the smooth, cool metal. "It's fully adjustable. I can position it just right for you."

Ethan was excited, then he stepped closer to the frame. He reached out, his fingers tracing the padded seat. "It's... it's actually quite comfortable," he said, surprised. Adam smiled, his eyes never leaving Ethan. "That's the point, my love. You'll only feel the pain where I want you to feel it." Ethan sat on the seat, naked, when he was listening to Adam. Ethan's heart swelled as Adam's words washed over him, a warm tide of possessiveness that left him tingling. His eyes fluttered closed, savoring the moment. He could feel the love in every syllable, each one a gentle stroke against his skin. A shiver ran down his spine, not from the cool air of the room, but from the intense emotion that Adam's words evoked. When he opened his eyes, he found Adam's gaze still on him, steady and filled with a love that Ethan felt down to his very core. He sank onto the seat, bare and vulnerable, but never more loved. "They'll hold you securely, preventing any sudden movements. It's important you stay still, Ethan. It's for your safety, and it's also part of the game." Giving Ethan an assuring smile, Adam started to work on the restraints. "Now, let's get you secured. Arms and legs spread wide, please." Ethan took a deep breath, and his eyes were filled with determination. He raised his arms, and Adam began to secure his arms and legs, the locks clicking into place with a reassuring finality.

Ethan's wrists were locked above his head. He tested his bonds, his arms pulling against the restraints, but they held firm. Adam watched him, a sense of satisfaction coursing through him. Ethan was truly at his mercy now.

Adam secured Ethan's waist with two comfortable locks, ensuring he couldn't move from the hips down. Then, he secured Ethan's spread thighs, two locks on each, and finally, his ankles. Ethan's lower body was now completely immobile. The horseshoe-shaped seat supported his weight at his hips, at the same time left Ethan's asshole and crotch vulnerable.

Adam stepped back, his eyes roaming over Ethan's bound body. He was a sight to behold, his muscles taut, his skin flushed and cock erected with anticipation. Adam could feel his own body responding, his cock throbbing painfully against his pants.

"Comfortable?" Adam asked, his voice a low rumble. Ethan nodded, a slight quiver in his voice. "Good. Because today, we're going to explore new depths of pleasure, Ethan. And you're going to scream, and you're going to beg, and you're going to love every second of it."

Adam reached for the frame's control panel, adjusting the angle until Ethan's body was at a 70-degree angle to the ceiling, halfway between sitting and lying on the frame. Ethan's breath caught as he felt himself tilting; his body tensed slightly as it adjusted to the new position. Adam watched him, a smirk tugging at his lips. Ethan felt a nervous flutter in his stomach.

As Ethan adjusted to the new position, a mechanical arm from one of the ceiling devices began to lower, its smooth, cold metal clamp-like design hovering just above Ethan's erect cock. He gasped, his body tensing and shaking, but the restraints held him firmly in place. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of nervous anticipation and arousal coursing through him.

Adam, noticing Ethan's reaction, chuckled. "Easy, my love." He turned and walked towards the door of the conjunction room, leaving Ethan alone with his thoughts and the intimidating machinery. Ethan's eyes darted between the mechanical arm and the door, his breath coming in short gasps.

After what felt like an eternity, Adam returned, pushing a cart laden with an array of toys. He parked it beside Ethan, revealing four sounds of varying sizes, and four dildos in a gradient of thickness and in different shapes. Ethan's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his cock twitching with excitement. Adam then left again and returned with a fucking machine. He positioned it between Ethan's legs, adjusting the height and angle until it was perfectly aligned with Ethan's hips. Ethan couldn't watch the whole setting due to his position, but Adam gave him a wicked grin which he could see clearly.

Adam, keeping his grin, walked back to the cart beside Ethan's head, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Now, Ethan, I want you to familiarize yourself with these. They're going to gap your holes for the cleaning today." He held up the smallest sound, its stainless steel beads glinting under the harsh lights. "This is a 1.5cm diameter tailormade sound. You've had its siblings before." Ethan nodded, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes..." Adam could see the pre-cum leaking from Ethan's cock, a testament to his arousal. "Good. This one's going to stretch your peehole, prepare it for what's to come." He moved on to the next, a 2cm diameter sound. "And this one, it's a little bigger, but I know you can take it. Remember, my love, we go at your pace." He held up the 2.5cm and 3.5cm sounds, "These are new, but I have faith in you. And your slutty hole may not even want to take it slow, I guess."

Ethan's eyes flicked from the sounds to the dildos, his cock twitching at the sight of the largest one, a 12cm diameter 'dragon cock'. He was so horny, he could feel his pre-cum soon dripping down his shaft, his body aching with envisioning the coming tortures. Adam noticed the change in Ethan, his eyes dilating, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Ethan writhed in his restraints, his breath coming in ragged gasps, eyes darting hungrily from one dildo to the next. Adam, standing nearby, couldn't help but smirk at Ethan's predicament. He knew exactly what Ethan was thinking, could practically see the thoughts racing through his mind. "Like what you see, Ethan?" Adam taunted, picking up the smallest dildo, a sleek, ribbed, foot-long rod with a diameter of five centimeters. "These are no ordinary toys, you know. They're called 'dragon cocks' - each one a little beast of its own."

He held up the first one, letting the light catch the irregular, ridged shape. "This one, for instance, is a warm-up. A tease, really. Five centimeters - barely enough to scratch that itch you've got." Ethan whimpered, his hips attempting to buck, a silent plea for more. Adam chuckled, setting the first dildo down and picking up the next one. Eight centimeters this time, the ribs more pronounced, the shape more intimidating.

"Now this," Adam said, running his hand along the length, "this is a step up. A real challenge. But you've always been one to take on challenges, haven't you, Ethan?" Ethan nodded eagerly, his eyes locked onto the dildo, his need palpable. Adam could feel his own arousal growing, feeding off Ethan's desperation. He set the second dildo down and picked up the third, a whopping ten centimeters in diameter, the ribs and bumps large and prominent.

"This," Adam said, his voice low, "this is where things start to get interesting. This is where you really feel it, Ethan. The stretch, the burn, the pleasure-pain that makes you scream and beg for more." Ethan was panting now, his eyes wide, his body tense with anticipation. Adam could not only see the pre-cum leaking from his cock, but also smell the musk of his arousal. He set the third dildo down and picked up the largest, a monstrous twelve centimeters in diameter, the ribs and bumps forming a complex, almost brutal landscape.

"And this," Adam said, his voice barely above a whisper, "this is the big one. The one that makes you question whether you can take it, whether you can handle the intensity, the sheer, overwhelming fullness. But it will go inside you anyway. And you want it, right? My greedy little slut."

Ethan nodded, his voice barely above a whisper, "Yes, yes, Adam. I'm your slut. Please, fuck me with those. I need it, Adam. I need to feel full, stretched, used. Please, Adam."

Adam chuckled, satisfied with Ethan's response. He picked up the 'smallest' dildo, the five-centimeter wide one, and positioned it on the fucking machine. He adjusted the speed and power settings, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Then, he picked up the 1.5cm wide sound and secured it to the arm's clamp lowered from the ceiling, pointing it directly at Ethan's cockhole. Ethan couldn't help but anticipate the double penetration, his body tensing with excitement.

Adam grinned wickedly, "My love, do you want some lube? Or do you want to feel every ridge, every inch, raw and bare?" Ethan, eyes wild with desire, urged, "No! Adam. No lube! I want to feel it all. Fuck me now! Please!"

Adam laughed, a low, thrilling sound, then pressed a button. The fucking machine hummed to life, the dildo slowly inching towards Ethan's ass. Simultaneously, he activated the arm holding the sound, its tip pressing against Ethan's cockhole. Ethan gasped, his body tensing, his cock twitching.

The dildo pushed against Ethan's asshole, the initial invasion burning, breaching his entrance, stretching his rim. Ethan moaned, his body fighting and yielding at the same time. The dildo rubbed in further, Ethan's asshole clenching around it, his body adjusting to the brutal intrusion. He could feel every rib, every bump, just as Adam had promised. He grunted, his body pushing back against the dildo, trying to take it deeper. The burning in his asshole was intense, and dry scrubbing was like sandpaper, but the pleasure was overwhelming. He could feel himself getting closer, his body tensing with impending release. The sound, despite not entering, was adding to the sensation, his cock sensitive and leaking pre-cum.

The sound pressed against his cockhole, trying to breach it, but it always slid away when the tip almost went in. Ethan, his breath coming in short gasps, managed to squeeze out, "Adam, please... hold my cock. I need... the sound. Please, help me take it inside."

Adam, enjoying Ethan's struggle, let out a low laugh. "You're insatiable, aren't you, Ethan? Alright, my love, let's get that little hole of yours stretched." He reached out, wrapping his fingers around Ethan's cock, holding it steady. "There, now let's see if we can get this sound to behave." The sound pressed against Ethan's cockhole again, this time the cock couldn’t escape, held in Adan's warm fist. Ethan gasped, his body tensing, but the sound held steady, the tip slowly pushing inside dry. The only lube was his pre-cum. Ethan moaned, a sound of pain and pleasure mixed, his body pushing back against both the dildo and the sound. "Yes, Adam... yes, like that. Fuck me, Adam. Fuck me hard."

The sound, now securely lodged in Ethan's cock, began to move, inching in deeper with each steady thrust. Ethan cried out, a guttural sound that was half-pain, half-ecstasy. The dry friction rubbing against his urethra walls, a slow, intense burn that made his cock throb and leak.

Meanwhile, the dragon cock in his ass kept its steady motions, its wide, ridged head pushing and pulling, stretching his tight hole with a tearing drag. Ethan could feel every bump, every rib, each one scraping against his sensitive rim, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through him. He was filled, utterly and completely, the dildo in his ass and the sound in his cock creating a sensation of overwhelming fullness.

"Fuck! It's... it's too much! Fuck!" Ethan screamed, his upper body thrashing under the relentless invasion. Adam knew him, knew his body, knew what he could take. He watched, his eyes gleaming with lust, as Ethan's hole stretched to accommodate the massive dildo, as the sound pulled at his cock, the slit starting to form lips, pulled taut by the steady friction.

"Is it too much, slut? You can't take them? Do you want me to stop?" Adam's voice was a dark, seductive purr, spurring Ethan on. Adam knew Ethan's answer to the questions, but he needed him to say it out loud, the true desires screaming out in the air to mock Ethan's insincere begs for mercy.

"No! Fuck, no! Don't stop, Adam! Don't you dare stop!" Ethan roared, his voice raw and hoarse. "It's burning! Adam! Aaahhh! Fuck me!" Adam's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with lust and satisfaction. "That's my boy," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Tell me more, Ethan. Tell me what you really want."

Ethan gasped, his body arching as the dildo pushed deeper, the sound rubbing against his cock in a slow, steady drag. "I want... I want you to fucking destroy me! I want you to tear me open!" Ethan managed to continue between his screams and moans. "I want... I need... I need to be your fucking slut, Adam! Your fucktoy! Fuck! It hurts!"

Adam chuckled, a low, thrilling sound that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "Is that what you want, Ethan? To be my fucktoy? My possession?"

"Yes!" Ethan screamed, his body writhing, his cock leaking profusely. "Fuck, yes! I'm yours, Adam! I'm your slut! Your toy! Your fucking plaything! Do whatever the fuck you want with me!"

Adam's eyes flashed, a dangerous glint in them. "As you wish, my love," he said, his voice a dark promise. He increased the speed of the fucking machine, the dildo slamming into Ethan's ass with a force that made him cry out. The sound in his cock began to spin, the friction that made Ethan's eyes roll back, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. "Aaaaahh! Fuck! It's too much! It's... it's... Aaahh!" Adam watched, his eyes gleaming with lust, as Ethan's body struggled to accommodate the intense sensations. He could see the sweat beading on Ethan's forehead, the way his body tensed and arched, the way his cock produced pre-cum and throbbed. He could hear the screams, the moans, the curses, the confessions. He couldn’t let go of Ethan’s abused cock in his hand, and his heart swelled at how much Ethan loved him.

He further increased the speed of the fucking machine. The dildo slammed into Ethan's ass, the force of it making him grunt, his body jerking. Ethan's moans turned into screams, his body writhing as the dildo's ribs and bulges began to stretch his asshole, each one pushing in, then pulling out, creating a burning, stretching sensation that was almost too much to bear.

"Adam!" Ethan screamed, his voice hoarse with pleasure and pain, "It's too much! It's too big, Adam! It's punching my prostate! It's fucking punching it!" Adam just chuckled, his grip on Ethan's cock tightening, narrowing the passage where the sound fucking further in with each thrust. Ethan could feel the sound's tip hitting his prostate from the inside, the sensation so intense it was bordering on pain. He could feel his body being stretched, scraped and torn in ways he never thought possible.

The dildo, now fully inside Ethan, began to move in and out at a rapid pace, the bulges punching his prostate from one side, while the sound was doing the same from the other. Ethan's screams filled the room, his body convulsing with pleasure. He could feel the burn, the stretch, the overwhelming fullness, and he loved it. He loved every fucking second of it.

"Adam, I'm close, Adam! I'm so close!" Ethan screamed, his body tensing, his cock leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Adam, enjoying Ethan's struggle, increased the speed of the machines even more. The dildo was now slamming into Ethan's ass so hard, it was making his body shake. The sound was moving in and out of his cockhole at a rapid pace. The walls were dragged by the beads, the tip of the beaded sound punching his prostate with every thrust. Ethan could feel his body being fucked recklessly without anyone cared about his pain. He wanted more of that and he was climbing higher and higher by the torture.

"Oh, Ethan, you're leaking so beautifully," Adam murmured, his eyes fixed on the copious amounts of pre-cum dripping from Ethan's cock. "But I want more. I want you to drown yourself in your own desire." Ethan cried out, his body tensing as the sensations overwhelmed him. "My ass! My ass is burning!"

Adam ignored Ethan's cries, his eyes fixed on the sight of the dildo sliding in and out of Ethan's ass. "That's it, Ethan. Feel it. Feel every inch of it. Feel it scraping against your walls, feel it punishing your prostate. And while you're feeling it, leak for me. Leak like the good little slut you are."

Ethan's body responded to Adam's words, his cock leaking copiously. Yet, Adam wasn't satisfied. He reached for the next dildo, an eight-centimeter-wide toy adorned with ribs and bulbs, its girth promising to scrape Ethan's insides raw. Ethan's eyes widened in anticipation as he took in the sight. "Give it to me!" he cried out, his need palpable. Adam merely smiled, a cruel twist to his lips. "You need to produce more for me, for yourself," he said, his voice laced with dominance. "Slick up your filthy asshole, or I swear, this dragon cock will scrape your insides like sandpaper."

Ethan's body tensed at the mental image, his cock throbbing as he screamed out his release. His cum pushed around the thrusting sound, coating Adam's gripping hand and his own stomach. His body convulsed, his asshole and cockhole clenching around their respective intrusions, with Adam's help. Adam watched Ethan's body shake with pleasure, his smile wicked. "There you go, my love," he murmured. Still smirking, he let go of Ethan’s cock to adjust the controls of the machines. "You enjoyed that, didn't you, Ethan? You loved being fucked hard and used."

He pressed a button, and the machines' movements intensified. Both the sound and the dildo began to fuck and drill Ethan's ass and cockhole respectively, their speed too rapid to discern the tools clearly.

Ethan, still sensitive from his recent orgasm, cried out. The new sensations were intense, overwhelming. The dildo's ribs and bulges weren't just punching his prostate with each thrust, but also spinning against it, creating stimulations that were nearly unbearable. The sound, with its beaded tip, was doing the same, its beads dragging against Ethan's sensitive prostate, pushing him to his limits.

"Adam!" Ethan screamed, his body tensing, "It's too much! Adam! Help! Fuck! Fuck me! Please, help me!" But Adam just chuckled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. Ethan's screams became incoherent, and Adam seemed satisfied to watch his breakdown.

"It's supposed to be more than your existing limits, Ethan. This is about enlarging your holes, about training your body to take more, to take bigger. And about making you scream, of course." He increased the speed of the machines, the drills spinning faster, the pressure on Ethan's walls of urethra and prostate intensifying.

Ethan's cries filled the room, his body writhing in a futile attempt to escape the unyielding stimulation. His asshole and cockhole were hypersensitive, every spin of the machines sending jolts of pleasure-pain through his body. He could feel his prostate being kneaded and punched relentlessly, the sensation bordering on pain, yet he was also feeling a strange, growing pleasure. It was as if his body was being forced to adapt, to accept the intense stimulation, to crave it.

"Adam, please!" Ethan cried out, his body tensing, his cock was wet again now, "It hurts! Fuck, fuck!" Ethan's body was shaking, his screams turning into inhuman roars. He could feel his body being pushed to its limits, being forced to accept more and more stimulation.

Ethan's upper body arched like a taut bow, his cock pulsing wildly as another orgasm tore through him. As Ethan's body convulsed in the throes of his second orgasm, Adam's keen eyes noticed something unusual. Instead of the usual milky white, Ethan's cum was a shade paler, almost translucent. Adam raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Look at that, Ethan," he said, his voice laced with amusement, "Your cock is broken again. Your cum is almost clear. It can't even produce proper cum anymore." He chuckled, wiping a finger through the clear liquid on Ethan's stomach. "You're like a leaking faucet, my love. A perfect, broken faucet."

Ethan, still panting from his intense orgasm, blushed at Adam's words. His body was still sensitive and raw from the relentless stimulation. Adam just laughed, a low, seductive sound. "Your body was made for this. And I'm going to prove it to you." He adjusted the controls of the machines again, the drills slowing down, the movements changing back to a pistoning motion. But this time, the dildo and the sound moved in opposite directions, fucking Ethan's ass and cockhole in a seesaw motion.

Ethan let out a cry, his body tensing as the new sensation hit him. The dildo was now pushing into his ass as the sound was pulling out of his cockhole, then they reversed, the dildo pulling out as the sound pushed in. The sensation was intense, filling him completely, then leaving him empty, only to fill him again.

"Adam, it's... it's too much… I-I can’t take anymore… " Ethan panted and moaned, his body writhing. Contrary to his words, his cock already showed signs of life again. Adam just smiled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, a gleam of amusement in his eyes. "You know, Ethan, whenever you say 'it's too much', you've never used your safeword. Not once." He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, seductive purr. "I wonder why that is."

Ethan's body tensed, his eyes flickering to meet Adam's. "I... I don't know what you mean," he stammered between his moans and screams. Adam chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Ethan's spine. "Oh, I think you do. I think you're enjoying this more than you're letting on. I think you're a greedy pain slut, Ethan, always wanting more, no matter how much you say it's too much." He reached out, running a finger along Ethan's trembling stomach, through the mixture of white cum and the clear liquid that was leaking from his cock. "Look at this. Your body is betraying you. It's telling me that you're loving every minute of this."

Ethan was still screaming, being fucked by the sound and dildo, his body squirming. "No... i-it's not like that... " he managed to protest. Adam just laughed, a sound that was almost cruel in its pleasure. "Shh, Ethan, it is exactly like that. And you know what? I think it's time you should be punished for your little lies." He adjusted the controls of the machines, the pistoning motion stopping, the dildo and the sound slowly pulling out of Ethan's body.

Ethan let out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing slightly. But he knew that in their little role play, Adam would swiftly change the sound and dildo to the next size and fuck them into him to punish him in no time.

Adam, with a swift efficiency that spoke of practice, quickly replaced the sound with the 2cm wide one, the tight opening of Ethan's cockhole stretching to accommodate the increased size. He then turned his attention to the dildo, quickly swapping it for an 8cm wide dragon dildo, the largest they had used so far. Ethan's eyes widened at the sight of it, a glow of anticipation in his gaze.

Adam, noticing Ethan's reaction, smirked. "You're enjoying this, Ethan. The size, the intensity. You're loving every minute of it, and I'll give you more." He pressed a button, and the machines hummed to life, the new toys beginning their relentless pistoning motion.

Ethan cried out as the larger toys began to fuck him, his body tensing as it struggled to accommodate the new sizes. The 2cm wide sound was a tight fit, rubbing against his cockhole walls and prostate with every stroke, while the 8cm wide dildo filled his ass completely, the dragon's ridges massaging his inner walls.

Ethan's body was slick with his own fluids, a testament to the relentless pleasure Adam had been inflicting on him. The clear, almost translucent liquid that had been his orgasm, coated his balls and dripped down to his ass, making it glisten under the dim light of the room. This slickness was a blessing, allowing the monstrous dildo to slide in and out of his ass with a brutal efficiency that would have been impossible otherwise. Without it, the dragon dildo, with its rough, textured scales and sharp, bony ridges, would have scraped and welted Ethan's delicate ass walls. But with the slick, each thrust was a brutal, intense pleasure, the ridges massaging Ethan's inner walls, sending jolts of pleasure through his body with every stroke. The dildo was a beast, a monster of Adam's creation, designed to push Ethan to his limits and beyond. And as it pistoned in and out of Ethan's ass, he couldn't help but wonder if Adam had made it just a little too big, just a little too rough, on purpose.

Adam watched Ethan's face, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Ethan's cries filled the room. "You see? You can take more. Your body was made for this. And I'm going to keep pushing you, keep giving you more, until you completely and beautifully break." Ethan, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, could only moan in response, his body already building towards another orgasm. Adam smiled, his eyes full of adoration, never leaving Ethan's face.

Ethan's body convulsed as another orgasm tore through him, his cock pulsing, spilling more of his clear liquid onto his stomach and down to his ass. His eyes fluttered closed, his breathing ragged, but Adam was having none of it. He leaned in, his voice a harsh command, "Eyes on me, love. I want to see you. I want you to see me giving you more." Ethan's eyes snapped open, meeting Adam's intense gaze.

Adam reached out, his fingers slick with Ethan's sweat and cum, and pressed down on Ethan's lower abdomen, just above his pubic bone. Ethan cried out, his body arching as the pressure stimulated his prostate from the outside, adding another layer to the relentless pounding from the machines. "Adam... please..." Ethan begged, his voice barely a whisper.

Adam's response was a cruel chuckle. "Please what, Ethan? Please stop? Or please give you more?" He pressed down harder, his fingers moving in small circles, his thumb brushing against Ethan's cock, making him jerk and moan. "You know I won't stop. Not until you use your safeword. And you haven't. You're taking it, aren't you, Ethan? You're taking everything I give you."

Ethan could only whimper in response, his body writhing, his cock already hardening again. The machines continued their relentless rhythm, the sound and dildo fucking him in the seesaw pattern, punching his prostate from front and back, the sensations constant, painful, yet exquisite. The beads on the sound scratched against his urethra walls, each pass sending jolts of pain and pleasure through him.

Adam watched Ethan's face, his expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "You're my greedy little slut. You love being reduced to just an urethra and an asshole. You love being tortured, being stretched. You love being my pain slut."

Ethan could only moan in response, his body betraying him, his cock leaking, his ass clenching around the dildo. Adam was right. He did love it. He loved the pain, the pleasure, the constant stimulation. He loved the pain from Adam. He loved being Adam's pain slut. And he didn't want it to stop. Not yet. Not ever.

Ethan's cries filled the room, raw and primal, as Adam increased the intensity. "I-I love it... I love being reduced... to just... an urethra... and... an asshole..." he moaned, his body convulsing with pleasure and pain. Adam's response was a guttural growl, his love for Ethan burning in his eyes. "I love you, Ethan. Every part of you. Even like this. Especially like this," he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Adam adjusted the controls, the seesaw pattern giving way to a relentless drilling. Both toys thrusted to the deepest and stayed there now, grinding Ethan's prostate from both sides. Ethan's screams echoed off the walls, his body arching, his cock leaking copious amounts of clear liquid, his ass and cockhole clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to control the onslaught.

The 2cm wide sound, with its beaded surface, scratched against Ethan's urethra walls, each rotation sending jolts of pain and pleasure that made his eyes roll back. The 8cm dragon dildo, with its textured ridges, massaged his inner walls, swelling them with pleasure. Ethan's prostate was a constant source of ecstasy and agony, the relentless drilling pushing him to the brink of madness.

Ethan's body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, his skin flushed, his muscles taut, his eyes glazed over. He was lost in a world of sensation, his mind unable to process anything but the drilling at his prostate, the scratching at his urethra, the swelling of his ass and cockhole. He was a slave to his body's responses, a puppet to Adam's touch.

Adam watched Ethan, his love and desire warring in his gaze. He loved Ethan like this, lost in ecstasy and pain, reduced to his most primal state. He loved the way Ethan's body responded to him, the way Ethan's cries filled the room, the way Ethan's cock leaked, his ass clenched, his urethra pulsed. He loved Ethan's surrender, his trust to give him the most vulnerable self. He loved Ethan.

Adam reached out, his fingers finding Ethan's cock, his thumb brushing against the lips formed at the slit, collecting the clear liquid that leaked out. Ethan jerked, his cries reaching a new decibel, his body tensing as another orgasm neared. Adam smiled, his touch never stopping, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face. "Come for me, my pain slut," he commanded, his voice harsh with desire.

Ethan's body convulsed, his screams filling the room as he came undone, his cock pulsing, his ass and cockhole clenching around the toys, his prostate pulsing with pleasure and pain. Adam watched, his love for Ethan growing with every scream, every convulsion, every pulse of Ethan's cock. He knew Ethan was in ecstasy, in pain, in love. 

Ethan's body continued to convulse long after his orgasm had subsided, aftershocks wracking his frame as the relentless stimulation refused to let him come down from his high. His prostate throbbed, his ass and cockhole pulsed, his urethra twitched, each sensation sending jolts of pleasure and pain through him. He felt like he was floating, his mind disconnected from his body, his consciousness drifting in a sea of sensation.

Adam watched Ethan, his eyes soft with love and concern. He could see the aftershocks wracking Ethan's body, could hear the soft moans that escaped Ethan's lips. He reached out, his fingers gentle as they traced the lines of Ethan's body, soothing the tensed muscles, caressing the flushed skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "You're okay. I've got you."

Ethan's eyes fluttered open, meeting Adam's gaze. He felt a surge of love, of connection, of trust. He was Ethan, reduced to just an urethra and an asshole, a pain slut, a sex toy for Adam's pleasure. Yet, he was also Ethan, loved, cherished, desired. He was Ethan, safe in Adam's arms, protected, cared for.

Adam's fingers found Ethan's cock, wrapping around the still leaking shaft. Ethan jerked, his body tensing, his cock pulsing with a fresh wave of sensation. Adam smiled, his grip tightening, his fingers stroking, his thumb brushing against the slit. Ethan cried out, his body arching, his cock hardening again. "Adam... please..." he begged, his voice hoarse with pleasure and pain.

Adam's response was a soft chuckle, his fingers never stopping. "You're insatiable, Ethan. My little pain slut, always ready for more." He leaned in, his lips finding Ethan's ear, his voice dropping to a low growl. "But I think it's time to take a break, baby. You've taken so much, you've given so much. You've been so good for me."

Ethan could only whimper in response, his body betraying him, his cock leaking, his ass clenching. Adam was right. He was insatiable, always ready for more. Always ready for Adam. But Adam was also right. He had taken so much, given so much. He was tired, his body sore, his mind fuzzy.

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Ethan could only whimper in response, his body betraying him, his cock leaking, his ass clenching. Adam was right. He was insatiable, always ready for more. Always ready for Adam. But Adam was also right. He had taken so much, given so much. He was tired, his body sore, his mind fuzzy.

Adam reached out, his fingers finding the controls. The relentless drilling of the toys stopped, the seesaw pattern giving way to a slow retreat. Ethan's body convulsed again, his cock throbbing, his ass and cockhole clenching around the retreating toys. Adam watched, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face, his love for Ethan burning in his gaze.

As the last of the toys retreated, Ethan cried out, his body convulsing one last time, his cockhole gapping, his prostate throbbing. His body went limp, his eyes fluttering closed, his breath coming in soft pants. He felt safe, protected, cared for. He felt like he was home. He felt like he was Adam's, completely, utterly, irrevocably. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

Adam stood there, drinking in the sight of Ethan's vulnerability. Ethan was limp on the frame, his body tied spread, his cockhole and asshole opening and contracting in rhythmic, irregular pulses, like they were breathing. Clear slicks dripped from Ethan's cockhole, tracing a path down to his little prolapsed asshole. Ethan's body quivered with the intensity of the aftershocks, his skin flushed, his chest heaving with soft, panting breaths.

Adam took his time, allowing Ethan's body to calm, to come down from the high. He wanted Ethan to feel every sensation, to remember every moment of their play. He watched as Ethan's body slowly stilled, his breathing evening out, his quivers subsiding.

After a while, Adam turned away, his eyes leaving Ethan's vulnerable form. He walked over to the small fridge he kept in the corner of the room, retrieving a bottle of water. He uncapped it and inserted a straw, ensuring it was long enough to reach Ethan's lips.

He returned to Ethan and stood beside Ethan, his eyes soft as he looked at his lover. "Here, baby," he murmured, bringing the straw to Ethan's lips. "You need to hydrate."

Ethan's eyes fluttered open, meeting Adam's gaze. He parted his lips, allowing the straw to slip in. He drank greedily, his throat working as he swallowed. Adam watched, his heart swelling with love and pride. Ethan was strong, resilient. He could take so much, give so much. And he trusted Adam, completely, utterly, irrevocably. Just like Adam trusted Ethan. Just like Adam loved Ethan.

Adam continued to stroke Ethan's cheek, his touch gentle yet firm. "That's it, baby. Drink up. You need to keep your strength up." Ethan drank until the bottle was empty, his eyes never leaving Adam's. He licked his lips, a soft sigh escaping him. "More?" Adam asked, his thumb tracing Ethan's bottom lip. Ethan shook his head, his voice a soft whisper, "No, I'm good. Thank you."

Adam smiled, his thumb lingering on Ethan's lip for a moment before he pulled away. "Are you ready to continue, baby?" he asked, his voice soft yet filled with anticipation. Ethan took a deep breath, his body tensing slightly before he nodded. "Yes, Adam. I'm ready."

Adam's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He turned away, his hands reaching for the tray of toys. He picked up the thicker sound and dildo, his fingers caressing the silicone and stainless steel, a soft hum of satisfaction escaping him. He turned back to Ethan, his eyes meeting Ethan's gaze. "You're going to take these like a good boy, aren't you, slut?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Ethan's response was a whimper, his body shivering in anticipation. "Yes, yes. I'll take them. I'll take whatever you give me."

Adam's smile was predatory, his eyes filled with lust. He reached out, replacing the toys with the thicker ones, his fingers finding the controls. The machines hummed to life, the toys moving into position. Ethan's body tensed, his breath coming in short gasps. Adam watched, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face, his love for Ethan burning in his gaze.

The first toy pressed against Ethan's cockhole, the wide head stretching Ethan's opening. Ethan cried out, his body arching, his thighs straining against the restraints. "Fuck! Fuck!" he swore, his voice filled with pain and pleasure.

Adam chuckled, watching the toys forcing themselves into Ethan. Ethan's body shook, his cock and rectum were in pain. Adam watched, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's it, baby. Take it like a good boy."

The toys continued their relentless assault. His slick dripped down, coating his thighs, the frame, the floor. The 2.5cm wide sound and the 12cm wide cock drilled and punched his prostate, Ethan was reduced to a writhing, moaning, pleading mess. The room was filled with the sounds of Ethan's cries, the hum of the toys, and Adam's soft murmurs of encouragement. The game had well and truly restarted, and Ethan was lost in the sea of sensation, his body and mind completely at Adam's mercy. Ethan's cries echoed through the room, his body bucking against the restraints, "Fuck! Fuck! God, it hurts!" His eyes were wild with a mix of pain and pleasure. Suddenly, a new desire surged through him, a primal need that made his body ache with anticipation. He wanted Adam's touch, his bare hands, his strong, powerful fingers. His prostate had been in pain by the insane grinds and punches from the machines. Now he wanted to feel the tortures from Adam's bare hands. He wanted Adam's skin against his, to feel every ridge, every contour of Adam's hand as it pushed deep inside him, stretching him, claiming him. The thought made his body clench around the toys, his prostate pulsing with a fresh wave of pleasure-pain. "Fist me! Adam, fist me!" he gasped, his plea screamed out in between his roars, "I want your hands! Hurt me please! Adam!" Adam's surprise was palpable, his eyes widening at Ethan's plea. His heart swelled with a mix of emotions - love, desire, and a deep, overwhelming need to give Ethan exactly what he asked for. He felt a lump form in his throat, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He quickly blinked them away, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "Ethan... baby... you have no idea how much I want to give you this."

He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he cupped Ethan's balls. He could feel the heat radiating from Ethan's body, the silky smoothness of his skin. He began to knead and squeeze, his touch firm yet gentle, just as Ethan liked it. He could feel Ethan's body responding, his cock twitching, his balls drawing up tight.

Adam's own body was responding too, his cock throbbing in his pants. He bit back a moan, focusing on Ethan, on the feel of Ethan's balls in his hands. He could feel his own tears threatening to fall again, and he quickly blinked them away. He couldn't cry, not now. Not when Ethan needed him to be strong, to be in control.

He looked up at Ethan, his eyes meeting Ethan's gaze. He could see the trust in Ethan's eyes, the love. It was a heady feeling, one that made his heart pound in his chest. He squeezed Ethan's balls again, his touch a little firmer this time, a little more demanding. "You want my hands, Ethan? You want me to hurt you?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Ethan's response was a guttural moan, his body shivering with anticipation. "Yes! Fuck, yes! I want to feel you! I want to feel every inch of you inside me!"

Adam's smile was predatory, his eyes filled with hunger. He released Ethan's balls and reached out to his cock. He gripped Ethan's cock, giving it a few pumps, tightening his cockhole around the thick drilling sound. Ethan's body jerked, his breath coming in short gasps.

Adam let go of Ethan's cock, and he turned his attention back to the dildo. He reached for the control, his fingers dancing over the buttons as he slowed down the fucking machine, then stopped it completely, while the one in Ethan's urethra was still stirring and fucking.

Adam's gaze was drawn back to Ethan's body like a magnet. The sight before him was both absurd and intoxicating. Ethan's asshole, a tight, pink ring of muscle, was stretched wide around the brutal 12cm wide dragon cock. The toy, a monstrous thing of silicone and steel, was lodged deep inside Ethan, its ridged surface glistening with Ethan's slick. Ethan's body was tense, his ring of muscles stretched tight to almost tearing, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin gleam under the harsh lights.

Adam watched, mesmerized, as Ethan's body clenched around the toy, his muscles spasming in an attempt to push it out. The sight was primal, raw, a testament to Ethan's body's struggle to accommodate the unnatural invasion. The toy's bulbous head was lodged just inside Ethan's entrance, the narrow neck of the toy visible, before it widened again into the next bulb. It was a brutal, almost obscene sight, yet Adam couldn't look away.

He watched as Ethan's body adjusted, his muscles relaxing slightly, only to clench again as the toy in his urethra stirred, sending waves of sensation through him. The room was filled with the sound of Ethan's ragged breathing, his moans and gasps echoing off the cold walls.

Then, slowly, Adam began to withdraw the dragon cock. He did it slowly, torturously, watching as Ethan's ring of muscles was dragged out, stretching even wider than before. It was a sight that should have been impossible, yet Ethan's body yielded, his muscles stretching to their limit, a thin sheen of sweat making his skin gleam under the harsh lights. The toy's ridged surface dragged against Ethan's inner walls, the friction sending Ethan into a fit of moans and curses. It was a brutal, almost violent withdrawal, yet Ethan's body accepted it, his moans filled with a mix of pain and pleasure.

As the final bulb left Ethan's body, his ring of muscles snapped back into place, a sound echoing in the room like a wet slap. Ethan's body convulsed, his cock pulsing as a spurt of slick leaked around the drilling sound, dripping on his stomach and balls. Adam watched as Ethan's body trembled, his asshole now a ruined, gaping maw, a prolapsed rosebud of raw, red flesh. Slick from Ethan's balls trickled down, glistening the ruined rectum that was now pulled and stayed outside Ethan's body. The sight was grotesque, yet it sent a thrill of dark desire through Adam.

But Adam had another plan before he fisted Ethan. He took a seat, positioning himself between Ethan's spread legs. He reached up, grabbing an adjustable showerhead that was part of the ceiling device. Ethan was still moaning, his body jerking occasionally as the unforgiving 2.5cm wide sound continued its relentless thrusts in his urethra.

Adam turned the showerhead on, adjusting the pressure to a steady, powerful straight beam of water. He brought it down, positioning it so that it hit Ethan's gaping asshole directly. Ethan's body convulsed, a scream tearing from his throat as the cold water hit his exposed, sensitive flesh.

"Aaahh! Fuck, Adam! Fuck!" Ethan cried out, his hands grasping at the restraints, his body arching. Adam didn't stop. Instead, he moved the showerhead, letting the water run along the length of Ethan's cock, the concentrated strong jet distorted the area to a little indentation until it was moved away. Ethan screamed in a high-pitch as the force was piercing, his body shivering with the sudden change in sensation.

Ethan's animalistic sounds echoed through the room, his body writhing in a futile attempt to escape the relentless onslaught. The sound in his urethra continued its brutal thrusts, each stroke sending a jolt of intense sensation through him, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and pain.

Adam, fueled by Ethan's cries, moved the showerhead back, directing the powerful jet of water onto Ethan's prolapsed rectum. Ethan's scream was immediate, raw and primal, a sound that seemed to come from the very depths of his soul. The water hit his exposed flesh, the force sending waves of sensation through him, a sharp, cutting pain that was almost too much to endure.

"Fuck! Fuck, Adam! Aaaahhhh!" Ethan cried out, his voice hoarse from screaming. His body convulsed, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he tried to adjust to the new torture. The water was cold, the shock of it sending his body into a state of hyper-awareness. He could feel every drop, every beat of the water against his raw, exposed flesh, the sensation so intense it was almost unbearable.

Adam watched, his expression impassive, as Ethan's body struggled to cope. He saw Ethan's asshole clench and unclench, the muscle spasming as it tried to push the water away. He saw Ethan's cock harden even further, a testament to the dark pleasure Ethan was deriving from the pain. He saw Ethan's body tremble, his muscles taut with the effort to endure.

The water was unyielding, its force relentless. Ethan cursed, his words a litany of profanity as he begged Adam to stop, to relent, to give him a moment's respite. But Adam didn't stop. He would not stop when Ethan did not use the safe word, letting the water run along hurting rectum, the force distorting his flesh. "Adam! Please! Fuck! It's too much!" Ethan cried out, his body arching as another wave of sensation washed over him. His moans were constant, a symphony of need and agony that filled the room. His body was a battlefield, his senses under siege, his mind a whirlwind of pleasure and pain. And through it all, the sound in his urethra continued its relentless thrusts, a brutal, unforgiving rhythm that seemed to go on and on.

Ethan's body tensed, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to release. The water's force was too much, too intense. He could feel his rosebud, that delicate, tender flesh, being peeled back, exposed to the full brunt of the water's power. It was as if a thousand tiny needles were pricking his skin, each one sending a jolt of pain straight to his core. He felt his body respond, his prostate throbbing in time with the sound's relentless thrusts.

"Adam!" he screamed, his voice hoarse and desperate. "It's there! Help me! Aaaahhhhh!" Ethan's body convulsed. The drilling sound in his urethra seemed to grow more insistent, more brutal, as if sensing his impending orgasm. It punished his prostate, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure-pain through him, drawing out his climax until he was nothing but a writhing, moaning mess.

Tears streamed down Ethan's face, his body wracked with sobs as he came again and again, his prostate milked by the unforgiving sound. His asshole struggled to expel the water, trying to find some relief from the relentless torment. But there was none. Only the sound, only the water, only the unyielding pleasure-pain that consumed him whole. Ethan's scream died in his throat, his mouth open in a silent, pathetic plea as his body convulsed in one final wave of pleasure-pain. Adam, his expression still impassive, turned off the jet of water and the sounding machine. The sudden silence was deafening, the absence of the relentless water and the brutal thrusts of the sound leaving Ethan's body trembling in its wake.

Adam reached down, his hands steady as he gripped the thick, glistening sound that was still lodged in Ethan's urethra. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled it out, the beaded sound making a wet, sucking noise as it emerged. Ethan's body shook violently at the withdrawal, his moans low and guttural, a primal sound of relief and exhaustion.

The sound, slick with Ethan's fluids, was placed on a nearby bucket, its 2.5cm width and 20cm length a stark testament to the intensity of their session. Ethan's body was a mess of red, raw flesh, his asshole prolapsed and sensitive, his cock softening but still glistening from his repeated orgasms. His muscles twitched and jerked, his body still trying to process the overwhelming sensations it had just endured.

Adam looked at Ethan, his gaze sweeping over the other man's body. Ethan's chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body shaking with the aftermath of their scene. Adam's expression finally changed, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips as he reached out to stroke Ethan's cheek.

"Good boy," he murmured, his voice soft, a stark contrast to the harsh commands he had used earlier. "You took it so well, Ethan. You did so well." Ethan's eyes fluttered open, his gaze hazy and unfocused as he looked up at Adam. He let out a soft, contented sigh, his body relaxing slightly at Adam's touch. Ethan's eyes fluttered closed again, savoring the gentle touch, the stark contrast to the intense pleasure-pain they had just shared. Adam leaned in, his lips brushing against Ethan's in a soft, tender kiss. It was a kiss of reward, of praise, a recognition for Ethan's endurance and submission. Ethan responded eagerly, his lips parting to allow Adam's tongue to explore his mouth. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more intense. Ethan's body, still bound to the frame, strained towards Adam, seeking more contact, more closeness. Adam's hand cupped Ethan's cheek, his thumb stroking Ethan's skin, a gentle caress that belied the harsh treatments he had performed on Ethan earlier. Ethan's body responded to the kiss, to the touch, his cock hardening again, his prostate still throbbing with aftershocks of their session. The kiss went on, a slow, languid dance of tongues and lips, a silent conversation of need and desire. It was only when they finally broke apart, both breathless and wanting, that Adam spoke again. "You look beautiful like this," he murmured, his gaze trailing over Ethan's body. "Bound, used." Ethan's body shivered at the words, a mix of pride and desire coursing through him. He looked up at Adam, his eyes filled with trust and love.

Ethan, still trembling with aftershocks, looked up at Adam, his eyes filled with a mix of trust and love, but also a flicker of longing. "Adam," he whispered, his voice hoarse, "G-give me more..." Adam's eyebrows raised slightly, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "More, Ethan?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Ethan nodded, his breath hitching in his throat. "Give me what you've promised..." Adam's lips curled into a smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Of course, my perfect, insatiable pain slut." Ethan's body shivered at the words, a mix of pride and desire coursing through him. He laughed, a sound filled with both pleasure and pain. "Yes, Adam. I'm yours. Use me."

Adam perked his lips, his gaze turning predatory. He stood up, his body towering over Ethan's bound form. He reached down, looking at Ethan's already abused hole. Ethan's body tensed, anticipation and fear mixing in his gut. Adam's fist, already clenched, hovered over Ethan's entrance. "Remember, you asked for this, Ethan," Adam murmured, his voice a low growl. Before Ethan could respond, Adam's right fist punched into him in one brutal, sudden thrust. There was no lube, no preparation, just the raw, abrasive force of Adam's fist pushing into Ethan's raw and ruined hole. Ethan's body convulsed, his muscles clenching and relaxing in rapid succession as they tried to accommodate the sudden, immense intrusion. The stretch was immediate and intense, Ethan's rectum forced to expand and be back to Ethan's body. The burn was overwhelming, a fiery agony that consumed him whole. He could feel Adam's fist pushing against his walls, his rectum struggling to contain the invasion. Adam's forearm was so long that it felt like the fist was pushing against Ethan's colon, the fullness almost unbearable. The friction was immense, the dry, rough skin of Adam's fist scraping against Ethan's tender, raw flesh, the abrasion sending jolts of pain through him. Ethan's screams filled the room, a primal, raw sound of pain and pleasure. His body thrashed against the bonds, his muscles straining as he tried to adjust to the sudden, intense invasion. "Adam!" he screamed, his voice hoarse and desperate. "So big! It's too deep! Fuck!" Adam's response was a low, guttural chuckle, his fist pushing even deeper, his forearm pressing against Ethan's prostate. Ethan's moans turned into cries, his body writhing in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Please, Adam," he begged, his voice a whimper. "Please, give me more." And Adam, with a dark, satisfied smile, did just that.

Adam pulled his arm out abruptly, Ethan's muscles clenching around the sudden stimulation, his rectum puckering as it tried to hold onto the retreating fist. There was a moment of respite, a brief emptiness that left Ethan gasping, his body trembling with anticipation and relief. But it was short-lived.

Adam punched in again, his fist disappearing into Ethan's body with a swift, forceful motion. This time, he didn't push his arm in. Instead, he left his forearm outside, his fist nestled deep inside Ethan's rectum. Ethan's body convulsed, his muscles clenching around the intrusion, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Adam opened his fist, his fingers splayed out, the edges of his hand pressing against Ethan's walls. Ethan could feel every ridge, every line of Adam's hand, the pressure intense and overwhelming. It was a different kind of fullness, a different kind of pain. It was less abrasive, but no less intense.

Adam moved his hand, his fingers prodding the walls of Ethan's rectum in different directions. Ethan could feel every movement, every shift, every press and prod. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was a sensory overload, a symphony of pain and pleasure that echoed through his body.

Adam's hand moved again, his palm pressing against something that sent a jolt of electricity through Ethan's body. He let out a cry, his body arching as much as his bonds would allow. "Adam!" he screamed, "You're touching... you're touching my prostate!"

Adam's response was a low, satisfied chuckle. "Yes," he murmured, his voice laced with pleasure. "I am." And with that, he closed his hand into a fist, his fingers curling inwards, his palm pressing directly against Ethan's prostate.

The sensation was indescribable. It was like a thousand fingers were pressing against Ethan's most sensitive spot at once. He could feel every ridge, every line of Adam's fist, every press and prod. It was intense, overwhelming, a pleasure so deep and profound that it bordered on pain.

Ethan's body shook, his muscles clenching and relaxing in rapid succession. He could feel his orgasm building, a pressure in his groin that was almost unbearable. He was close, so close. "I..." he gasped, his voice a plea. "I'm going to cum again."

Adam's eyes flashed with a dark hunger at Ethan's words. "Cum as many times as you like, Ethan," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I want you to cum like a broken faucet. I want you to cum so much you can't even walk straight." He kept his hand still, his fist still tightly clenched, his palm still pressing against Ethan's prostate. "I love you, Ethan," he murmured, his voice filled with a raw, primal intensity. "And I want to watch you cum for me."

Ethan's body responded to Adam's words, his muscles clenching and relaxing in quick succession. His orgasm hit him like a wave, a powerful surge of pleasure that left him gasping and shaking. He could feel his prostate pulsing, his cock throbbing as he came undone, his transparent slick spilling out onto the floor.

But Adam didn't let up. He started to move his hand again, his fingers pressing and prodding, his palm rubbing against Ethan's prostate. He squeezed and released, squeezed and released, a steady rhythm that kept Ethan's orgasm going, kept his body writhing and shaking.

Ethan's screams filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain. He could feel another orgasm building, the pressure in his groin growing almost unbearable. "Adam!" he screamed, his voice a plea. "It's too much! I can't... I can't stop cumming!" Adam's response was a low, satisfied chuckle. "That's the point, Ethan," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. "Your slick keeps coming out like a fucking waterfall. I'm curious if I can milk it dry."

And so, Ethan did. He came again and again, his body shaking with the force of his orgasms. His cock and balls were in pain now, his body writhing. He was a mess of pleasure and pain, his body completely at Adam's mercy.

Through it all, Adam kept his hand moving, kept his rhythm steady. He was in complete control, his bare hand giving Ethan pleasure beyond anything he had ever experienced. Adam understood now, understood why Ethan needed his hands, why he didn't want any tools. The sense of control, the raw, primal power was unlike anything else. It was just Adam and his hand, and Ethan, completely at his mercy.

After what felt like an eternity of unrelenting pleasure, Adam suddenly changed his rhythm. Instead of the steady squeeze and release, he began to move his fist in a punching motion. He angled his hand upward, his knuckles pressing firmly against Ethan's prostate. Ethan let out a gasp, his body convulsing at the sudden change in sensation.

Adam was assaulting his prostate, each punch sending a jolt of intense pleasure through Ethan's body. It was a different kind of stimulation, sharp and concentrated, focused entirely on that one sensitive spot. Ethan could feel every knuckle, every ridge of Adam's fist as it slammed against his prostate, each impact sending a wave of intense pleasure and pain through him.

Adam was careful not to push his fist too deep, his focus entirely on Ethan's prostate. It was a relentless onslaught, a pounding rhythm that left Ethan gasping for breath. He could feel his body responding, his cock hardening again despite the earlier orgasms. His muscles clenched and relaxed in time with Adam's punches, his body completely at Adam's mercy.

The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and pain that echoed through Ethan's body. The insane pleasure bordered on agony. Ethan's screams filled the room, a testament to the intensity of the sensation. His body responded to the punishing rhythm of Adam's fist, feeling another orgasm building, the pressure in his painful groin growing almost unbearable.

Adam punched his right fist into Ethan's prostate again, this time staying there, and with a swift, unexpected move, he inserted his left fist alongside his right. The sudden stretch was immense, Ethan's hole accommodating both fists with a gape that seemed impossible. The muscle pulled taut, creating a thin, tight ring around Adam's right wrist and left elbow. Ethan's scream was a primal, animal sound, a mix of intense pleasure and agonizing stretch.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" he cried out, his voice hoarse from the relentless pleasure and pain. Adam's response was a low, satisfied growl. "Does it hurt enough?" Adam murmured, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction. He started to move his fists, thrusting them in and out of Ethan's hole in a synchronized rhythm. The sensation was indescribable, a dual assault on Ethan's prostate and his inner walls. It was a pleasure so profound it bordered on torture, a stretch so intense it was almost unbearable.

Ethan's body convulsed with each thrust, his muscles clenching and relaxing in quick succession. His orgasm never stopped, a surge of pleasure that left him gasping and shaking. He could feel his prostate pulsing, his cock throbbing as he came undone, his slick spilling out onto the floor in a seemingly endless stream.

But Adam didn't let up. He kept thrusting, his fists moving in a relentless rhythm. Ethan's body responded, another orgasm building almost immediately after the last one. He was a mess of endless climax, his body writhing and shaking, his cock and balls in agony from the constant stimulation.

Through it all, Adam maintained his control, his fists moving in perfect sync, his bare hands giving Ethan a pleasure he never knew existed. Ethan was completely at his mercy, his body stretched to its limit, his senses overwhelmed. He was Adam's plaything, his toy, and he loved every moment of it, despite the pain and the pleasure that blurred into one.

Adam's right fist, elbow-deep inside Ethan, slowly and deliberately dragged from Ethan's colon back to his rectum. His fist pushed against the tight, velvet walls, feeling every ridge and contour. Ethan's body convulsed, a gasp escaping his lips as the sensation hit him. Adam's left hand, waiting at the entrance, pushed in simultaneously, its progress slow but steady, filling Ethan inch by inch. Ethan's body stretched, accommodating the intrusion, his muscles clenching and relaxing in quick succession.

Adam's left fist, now at the end of its thrust in Ethan's colon, began to withdraw. He pushed upwards, his knuckles dragging against the smooth walls, stopping until it touched gummy-like structure hidden behind Ethan's front walls. Ethan let out a guttural moan, the sensation intense and different from anything he had felt before. As Adam's left fist withdrew, his right fist pushed in, going elbow-deep in a single, smooth motion. Ethan's body stretched again, his hole gaping slightly to accommodate the intrusion.

Adam repeated the motion, his one fist punching into Ethan's colon, feeling the soft, velvety walls clench around it while his other fist dragging against the tight, slick walls, stopping until the fist found the prostate to press hard.

The rhythm was slow and deliberate, each thrust and withdrawal a new wave of sensation for Ethan. Adam's hands, both bare, felt every inch of Ethan's insides, the heat and softness of his walls tight around his fists and arms. Ethan was a mess of pleasure and pain, his body writhing with each thrust, his cock throbbing with a seemingly endless stream of orgasms, slick pouring down and joining Adam's fists in his abused asshole.

Adam, sensing Ethan's moans had lost their edge of distress, deciding he'd grown accustomed to the relentless stimulation, altered his strategy. He withdrew both fists simultaneously, leaving Ethan's hole gaping and empty for a moment. Ethan's body trembled, a whimper escaping his lips at the sudden absence.

Adam, his hands glistening with Ethan's slick, brought them to his mouth, licking them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. He then leaned forward, his face inches from Ethan's. "I'm going to try something new," he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation. Ethan, his eyes glazed over with pleasure and exhaustion, simply nodded, giving Adam the green light to continue his exploration.

Adam placed his hands back at Ethan's entrance, In a blink, Adam's hands plunged in, both fists surging past Ethan's abused hole in a single, devastating thrust. Ethan's scream shattered the air, a primal, guttural sound torn from the depths of his being. "Fuck! Oh god, Adam! Your fucking arms!" he swore, his voice hoarse and broken. Adam's biceps pressed tight against Ethan's balls, the pressure immense, adding a new layer of sensation to the already overwhelming storm.

Ethan felt like he was being split open, his rectum and colon breached in a way he'd never imagined possible. The sudden, brutal stretch was agonizing, his muscles burning as they strained to accommodate the intrusion. His body convulsed, a wild, thrashing dance of pain and ecstasy that left him gasping for air.

The sensation was indescribable, a dual assault that consumed him whole. Adam's fists, elbow-deep, pressed against Ethan's insides, the heat of his skin searing against Ethan's velvet walls. The tightness was immense, a pressure so profound it bordered on unbearable. Ethan felt every ridge and contour of Adam's hands, every knuckle and vein pressing into him, stretching him beyond his limits. Adam's hands dance with renewed vigor, pistoning like a pair of energetic pistons.

His prostate was a pulsating, throbbing center of pleasure, assaulted relentlessly by Adam's thrusts. Waves of ecstasy crashed over him, his body wracked with orgasm after orgasm, each one more intense than the last. His cock throbbed, his balls aching from the relentless stimulation. Slick poured from him, joining Adam's fists, creating a sloppy, wet sound with each thrust. Yet, amidst the pain, there was a profound, twisted pleasure. Ethan felt alive, every nerve ending on fire, every muscle taut and straining. His body was stretched to its limit, his senses overwhelmed. He was Adam's plaything, his toy, and despite the pain, he reveled in it, lost in the storm of sensation that consumed him.

Ethan's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and pain that seemed to echo off the walls. "Fuck, Adam... it's... it's too much," he gasped, his voice ragged and breathless. His fingers dug into his own palms under restraints, his body arching and twisting as Adam's fists moved inside him, each thrust sending a jolt of sensation coursing through him. "Oh god, yes... yes, like that... fuck, it's... it's overwhelming," he panted, his words coming in short, broken gasps.

His curses and moans mingled, a hazy chorus of ecstasy and agony that filled the air. "God, Adam... your hands... they're... they're everywhere," he groaned, his body clenching and releasing in quick succession. "It's... it's too intense... too good... too fucking much," he cried out, his voice rising in pitch as another orgasm tore through him.

Adam's pace was relentless, his hands moving in perfect sync, each thrust pushing Ethan closer to the edge. Ethan's body was a mess of sweat and slick, his hole gaping and abused, but he couldn't get enough. "More... please, Adam... more," he begged, his voice a desperate, pleading whine. "Give me... more..." he moaned, his body convulsing as Adam's fists pressed against his prostate.

Ethan's words became incoherent, a string of curses and moans that seemed to have no beginning or end. "Fuck... fuck... fuck... yes... yes... yes... Adam... more... please... please... please..." he chanted, his body writhing and thrashing as he was consumed by the storm of sensation.

Adam, sensing Ethan's descent into incoherence, slowed his pace, his hands withdrawing slightly. Ethan's body trembled, a whimper escaping his lips at the sudden change in rhythm. "Ethan... are you having fun?" Adam teased. Ethan's response was a garbled, unintelligible sound, his body still writhing and convulsing. Adam, seeing Ethan's state, leaned in closely, his breath hot on Ethan's sweaty hips. He adjusted his position, his forearms sinking deeper into Ethan, his biceps squeezing Ethan's balls gently but firmly. Ethan's body convulsed again, a low moan escaping his lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Adam began to move his hands leisurely, his fingers splaying and curling, kneading and massaging Ethan's rectum and colon. The pressure was immense, yet Ethan welcomed it, his body relaxing into the sensation, his moans deepening. Adam's hands were like a pair of skilled masseurs, working Ethan's insides, stretching him, caressing him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him.

Ethan's mind was a hazy, euphoric place, his thoughts sluggish and unfocused. He loved this feeling, this lightheaded, floaty sensation that made him feel like he was drifting on a cloud. He was aware of nothing but Adam inside him, his hands moving, his body pressed against his, his breath hot on his skin.

Adam's voice was a low rumble, a vibration that Ethan could feel as much as hear. "You're so tight, Ethan. So hot and tight. It feels so good, doesn't it?" Ethan could only manage a weak, affirmative sound, his body trembling with pleasure and exhaustion.

Adam's hands continued their dance, his pace slow and steady, each movement sending a jolt of sensation through Ethan. Ethan's body was a mess of sweat and slick, his hole gaping and abused, but he never wanted it to end. He was lost in the sensation, lost in the pleasure, lost in Adam. He was just a vessel for Adam's pleasure, and he reveled in it, his body and mind consumed by the storm of sensation that was Adam's touch.

Adam's hands slowed to a stop, his fingers splaying one last time before he began to withdraw. Ethan's body trembled, a soft whimper escaping his lips as the familiar feeling of his walls touching each other returned. It was strange, almost foreign, after being so thoroughly filled and stretched. His mind, still hazy from the intense pleasure, lingered on the thought of the fisting, his body yearning for the sensation again.

"Adam..." Ethan moaned, his voice weak and pleading. "Please..." His words trailed off into incoherent murmurs as his body was wracked with aftershocks, his orgasm slowly subsiding.

Meanwhile, Adam moved silently to the sink, turning on the faucet and washing his hands and arms thoroughly. He dried them off, then turned his attention back to Ethan. The room was filled with the sound of Ethan's soft moans and the distant hum of the air conditioning, a symphony of post-orgasm bliss and the mundane.

Chapter Text

Meanwhile, Adam moved silently to the sink, turning on the faucet and washing his hands and arms thoroughly. He dried them off, then turned his attention back to Ethan. The room was filled with the sound of Ethan's soft moans and the distant hum of the air conditioning, a symphony of post-orgasm bliss and the mundane.

Adam returned to Ethan, his movements quiet and unassuming. Ethan was lost in his haze, his body still writhing softly, his moans a constant background noise. He didn't notice Adam's return, didn't see him setting up the water jets, didn't realize that Adam was preparing for the next phase of their encounter. All Ethan knew, all he felt, was the lingering pleasure and the profound emptiness that he now associated with the absence of Adam's touch.

Adam, with a tenderness that was starkly different from the intensity of moments before, approached Ethan. He gently turned Ethan's head towards him, cupping his cheek in one hand. "Hey, love," he murmured, his voice soft and warm. Ethan's eyes fluttered open, meeting Adam's gaze, his pupils still dilated and hazy. Adam smiled, his thumb brushing away a bead of sweat from Ethan's temple.

"Drink this," Adam instructed, bringing a straw in a new bottle of sports drink to Ethan's lips. Ethan parted them willingly, taking a sip, then another, until the bottle was half-empty. Adam set it aside, his focus returning to Ethan. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Ethan's lips. "You were amazing, Ethan," he whispered against them, pulling back just enough to look into Ethan's eyes.

Ethan managed a small smile, his voice hoarse as he replied, "You weren't so bad yourself." Adam chuckled, pressing another kiss to Ethan's lips, then his cheek, his jaw, his neck, each one accompanied by a soft murmur of affection. "Good boy," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "You took it so well, Ethan. You're perfect."

Ethan's body, still sensitive from the intense session, shivered at Adam's words, at the feel of his lips on his skin. Adam noticed, his smile growing wider. He continued his trail of kisses, each one a promise of more to come, a reassurance that this was far from over. Ethan, lost in the sensation, in the softness of Adam's touch, in the warmth of his words, felt himself coming back, felt his body responding, felt the emptiness beginning to fill again. Ethan, his eyes now clearer, managed a weak smile. "We... we must do that again in the future," he said, his voice still hoarse. "That was... amazing." Adam laughed, a warm, deep sound that resonated through Ethan. "Greedy little slut," he teased, but his tone was affectionate. He picked up the drink again and brought it to Ethan's lips. "Finish this, love. You have been leaking a lot." Ethan took a few more sips, his gaze locked with Adam's. As he finished the drink, he felt a strange sensation in his lower body. His rosebud, now sensitive and used, was clenching around nothing, a reminder of the intense pleasure it had recently held. He shivered, a soft moan escaping his lips. Adam noticed, his smile turning hungry. "You're already ready for more, aren't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Ethan, lost in the moment, could only nod, his body already yearning for more of Adam's touch.

Adam stood straight, his tone firm as he looked down at Ethan. "Look at you, slut," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're all a filthy mess now. Let me clean you up and make you presentable again." Ethan's eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting Adam's. He could see the satisfaction in Adam's eyes, the anticipation of what was to come. Ethan knew what he had requested this morning was finally coming, and he couldn't hide his anticipation. He bit his lower lip, his body trembling with excitement as he nodded, giving Adam the go-ahead. Adam's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with lust and promise. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Let's get you cleaned up." He moved away, and returned from the adjacent room, carrying a metal frame and a cock ring. Ethan watched him, curiosity evident in his eyes, as Adam set the items down on the table beside. Adam's gaze met Ethan's, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're in for a treat, love," he said, his voice laced with promise.

Adam picked up the cock ring, a silver gleam in his hand. "This," he began, holding it up for Ethan to see, "is going to help keep you ready for me." Ethan's eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through him. He watched as Adam lubed up the cock ring, then carefully slipped it under Ethan's cock head, positioning it securely. Ethan gasped at the sensation, his already painful cock throbbing as the ring tightened around it.

Next, Adam turned his attention to the metal frame. It was a simple structure, two vertical bars connected by a horizontal one at the top and bottom. Adam positioned it over Ethan, straddling his hips. Ethan could feel the cool metal against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine. Adam adjusted the frame, locking it into place, effectively trapping Ethan's lower body. 

Adam then connected the cock ring to the frame. He pulled it taut, ensuring that Ethan's cock pointed upwards, regardless of its state of arousal. Ethan watched, his breath hitching as he saw his cock standing at attention, a bead of precome already forming at the tip.

Adam admired his handiwork, a satisfied smile on his face. "There," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Now, let's get you cleaned up." Adam reached up and retrieved a showerhead from the ceiling, turning the valve to release a powerful jet of water. He directed it towards Ethan's thigh, and the force of the water was immediately apparent. The targeted spot indented under the pressure, and Ethan let out a low moan, his body responding to the intense stimulation.

"Too much?" Adam asked, his voice filled with concern, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. Ethan shook his head, his gaze locked onto the pulsating water jet. "No," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's... intense, but it feels... good." Adam smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And imagine, how good it will be when it is on your slutty cockhole." He moved the showerhead to Ethan's other thigh, repeating the process, the powerful jet of water massaging his skin. Ethan squirmed, his cock throbbing against the cock ring, anticipating the cutting pressure it would soon feel. Adam watched Ethan's reactions, a satisfied smile on his face. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Ethan could only nod, his body already yearning for more. Adam then moved the showerhead to Ethan's groin, the water now directly hitting his balls. Ethan gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily in restraints. The jet was so strong and he felt that single little point on his balls was going to bruised. The sensation was intense, the water's pressure sending waves of piercing pain and pleasure through him. Adam noticed Ethan's reaction and smiled. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Ethan nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. Adam then directed the water jet towards Ethan's cock, the powerful stream hitting the sensitive head. Ethan cried out, his body convulsing as the pleasure from that focused hit coursed through him. The cock ring, he realized, was preventing his cock from limping and escaping from the powerful jet; it forced his meat to confront the piercing power. The sensation was overwhelming. Adam watched Ethan's reaction, his smile turning hungry. "You're a sight to behold, love," he said, his voice filled with lust. "Now, let's begin." He Adam turned the valve, increasing the water pressure. Ethan's eyes widened in anticipation, his breath hitching as the powerful jet of water hit his cockhead. He screamed, his body convulsing as the force battered the sensitive tip. Adam held the showerhead steady, watching that little point of Ethan's cockhead turn a deep shade of red under the relentless onslaught.

"Fuck!" Ethan cried out, his voice hoarse with pain and pleasure. "It hurts so good! Fuck!" Adam merely smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Does it?" he said, his voice a low growl. "You're being such a good boy, taking it like this." Ethan whimpered, his body trembling as the jet of water continued to pound his cockhead. He could feel the skin there growing hot, almost burning from the intense pressure.

Adam then moved the showerhead slightly, ensuring that the jet didn't touch the slit of Ethan's cock. He wanted to save that for last, to make Ethan's orgasm explosive. Ethan's eyes rolled back as the water continued to batter a new point of his cockhead, the pleasure-pain sensation overwhelming him.

Adam, with a sadistic gleam in his eyes, adjusted the showerhead, aiming for the third spot on Ethan's cockhead. He could see the two already marked, a deep shade of red, and he wanted to complete his makeshift tattoo. The water jet hit its mark, and Ethan yelped, his body jerking against the restraints. "Fuck, Adam!" he cried out, his voice laced with pain and pleasure. Adam merely chuckled, "Not yet, love. We're not done here." He moved the showerhead again, this time aiming for the sensitive spot just below the head, where the skin was thinner, more vulnerable. Ethan screamed, his body convulsing as the water pounded that spot. "Fuck! Aaaahhhhh" he cried out, his voice hoarse.

Adam's eyes locked onto Ethan's cock. He could see the three distinct marks, like a makeshift constellation, on Ethan's cockhead. It was a sight he wouldn't forget. In the course of the next thirty minutes, Adam methodically and meticulously continued his task. The jet landed precisely and deliberately as he painted the entire surface of Ethan's cockhead with the unforgiving jet of water. The target area was minuscule, a mere pinpoint of flesh. It took time to let the jet's unyielding force to entirely caress the whole cockhead. Ethan's screams echoed through the room, a symphony of pain and discomfort, punctuated by occasional roars that escaped his lips when the jet happened to strike a particularly sensitive and nerve-rich spot. The agony was so intense that it coaxed forth a steady stream of slick from Ethan's body, his own lubrication betraying his desire to be tortured, despite the searing pain that wracked his every nerve. This unintentional reaction provided Adam with ample reason to continue his torment, the slick creating a slippery canvas upon which he could manipulate and control Ethan's every response. "Almost done, love," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Now, let's not forget the inside, shall we?" He moved the showerhead down, aiming for Ethan's urethra.

Ethan's eyes widened in realization, His breath hitched, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through him. "Adam, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the shower. Adam just smirked, his eyes gleaming with sadistic intent. "Let's start what you've asked for, love," he said, adjusting the showerhead. The water jet narrowed, thinning and straightening until it was as focused as a toothpick. Ethan's eyes widened as he watched the water jet, his heart pounding in his chest. Adam moved the showerhead, lining up the toothpick-like jet with Ethan's urethra. Ethan gasped as the first jet hit, the water feeling like a real toothpick, sharp and precise, piercing his urethral walls. The sensation was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that made his body convulse. Adam held the showerhead steady, his eyes locked onto Ethan's face, watching his every reaction. "How does it feel, love?" he asked, his voice a low growl. Ethan could only whimper, his body trembling as the water jet continued to pierce him, over and over, in a continuous, precise motion. The jet was thin, but the pressure was immense, and Ethan could feel every millimeter of it as it slid into his urethra, touching places he hadn't known existed. He could feel his body responding, his cock hardening despite the pain, or maybe because of it. His screams were deafening. Adam noticed this, his smirk turning into a hungry smile. "That's it, love," he said, his voice filled with lust. "Take it all. Let the jet tear your inside." Ethan cried out, his body jerking as the water jet hit a particularly sensitive spot. Adam held it there, the jet pulsing, massaging the spot with relentless precision.

Ethan felt his orgasm building, the pain and pleasure intertwining, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His screams reached a new pitch, a primal, guttural sound that echoed off the playroom walls, resonating with the relentless pounding of the water jet. His body convulsed, his slick flowing freely now, mixing with the water, creating a slick, steady stream that joined the jet, dripping down his cock and balls, adding a new layer of lubrication to his torment. The one point inside of his urethra was a raw, bruised shade of red, like a tender wound, the particular spot Adam was focusing on standing out, a deep, angry purple against the rest of the inflamed flesh.

The sensation was unlike anything Ethan had ever experienced. It was as if Adam was playing a symphony on his insides, each note a precise, calculated strike, each chord a pulsating wave of pain and pleasure that resonated through his entire body. He could feel every millimeter of the water jet, every pulse, every shift in pressure, every change in angle. It was a constant, unyielding invasion, a claim that was as intimate as it was brutal. His cock hardened further, his body betraying him, responding to the stimulation despite the agony.

Adam, watching Ethan's every reaction, moved the showerhead slightly, aiming for a new spot. Ethan's scream changed pitch, a higher note of pain mixed with the underlying pleasure. "Fuck, Adam!" he cried out, his voice hoarse from screaming. "You're... you're touching something... something inside... Fuck! It's too much!" Adam's smirk turned into a full-blown grin, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure, reflecting the sheer enjoyment he derived from Ethan's distress. "You're right, love," he said, his voice a low purr. "It is too much. But you asked for it, remember? This morning, you were so eager, begging me to ensure you're spotless. I'm just following your orders." He adjusted the showerhead, the water jet pulsing now, a steady, relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of Ethan's heart.

Ethan's body arched, his back bowing as the jet hit a new, unexplored spot. His screams were raw in the playroom. His restraints creaked under his futile struggles, his arms and legs pulling against the unyielding bonds. His clenching rosebud was a sight to behold, the muscles spasming, trying to expel the invisible intruder that was torturing him from the inside.

The sensation in his urethra was indescribable. It was as if he was being pierced repeatedly and unforgivingly, each pulse of the water jetting a new invasion, a new assault on his sensitive flesh. The walls of his urethra were raw, burning, the pain intense and unyielding. Yet, amidst the agony, there was a spark of pleasure, a perverse enjoyment that he couldn't deny. His cock was rock hard, leaking pre-cum, betraying his body's response to the torment.

Adam watched Ethan's every reaction, his grin never fading. He moved the showerhead slightly, aiming for a new spot, a new challenge for Ethan's body to withstand. Adam paused, his sadistic grin softening as he took in Ethan's state. The younger man's body was slick with sweat and water, his skin flushed a deep red, his cock a dark purple, the tip a mess of bruised spots. His cries had turned into soft whimpers, his body no longer convulsing but trembling softly, a sign of exhaustion rather than pleasure. Adam's heart, buried deep under layers of sadism, ached at the sight, but he pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"You're doing so well, love," he said, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to the harsh words he'd been using until now. "Just a little more. You can take it."

Ethan's only response was a soft, tearful whimper, his head lolling to the side, his eyes hazed. Adam took this as a sign to continue, moving the showerhead slightly, aiming for a spot he hadn't touched yet. The water jet hit very close to Ethan's prostate, making the younger man jolt, his eyes flying open, a scream tearing from his throat. Adam held the jet there, pulsing it gently, shooting the sensitive gland.

Ethan's body responded immediately, his cock hardening even further. His cries turned into moans, his body writhing. His hips attempted to buck, trying to escape the relentless stimulation. Adam held the jet steady, his free hand massaging Ethan's thigh, grounding him in the brutal ministration.

"Please," Ethan begged, his voice hoarse, his eyes filled with tears. "Please, Adam. It's so much..." Ignoring Ethan's plea, Adam reached for the side table, his hand wrapping around the handle of a 20cm long and 4cm wide brush. The bristles were stiff, the perfect tool to fully scrape and clean Ethan's slutty hole, as Adam often referred to it. He could see the panic in Ethan's eyes as he brought the brush into view, but he didn't let it deter him.

"Now, now, love," Adam said, his voice calm and collected, "You wanted to be spotless, didn't you? This is just another step in ensuring that." He didn't wait for Ethan's response, instead, he pressed the head of the brush against his hole, the wide, stiff bristles spreading his entrance. Ethan let out a strangled cry, his body fighting the intrusion, but Adam was relentless. He pushed the brush in slowly, inch by inch, until it was fully seated inside Ethan. The younger man's cries turned into sobs, his body shaking with the effort to take the foreign object.

Adam began to move the brush, twisting and turning it, scrubbing the inside of Ethan's hole. The sensation was insane, the bristles scraping against Ethan's sensitive flesh, sending jolts of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Ethan's cock, which had softened a bit, during the water jet torture, leaking slick onto his stomach.

Adam continued to scrub, his pace steady, his grip firm. Ethan's sobs turned into screams, his body convulsing with the overwhelming sensation. Adam could see the tears streaming down Ethan's face, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open in a silent scream.

"Look at me, Ethan," Adam commanded, his voice stern. Ethan obeyed, his eyes fluttering open, meeting Adam's gaze. "That's it, love. Take it. You can take it," Adam encouraged, his voice softening. Ethan's body responded to the praise, taking the brush deeper.

Adam grinned, pleased with Ethan's progress. He continued to scrub, his pace increasing, his thrusts with the brush becoming more forceful. Ethan's screams filled the room, his body writhing, his cock leaking profusely. Adam could see the younger man was close, his body tense, his breath coming in short gasps.

The bristles of the brush, stiff and unforgiving, raked against Ethan's inner walls, each pass igniting a fresh wave of sensation. His insides felt raw, the once smooth surfaces now inflamed and sensitized. The harsh scrape of the bristles was a relentless assault, a brutal caress that had him gasping for breath. It was as if he was being sliced open, his most intimate parts laid bare, exposed to the unyielding torment. Yet, amidst the agony, there was a perverse pleasure, a dark delight that he couldn't deny.

Ethan's body tensed, his muscles clenching around the intruding brush, his body's instinctual response to the invasion. But his mind, his consciousness, was elsewhere, floating in a sea of pain and pleasure, lost in the overwhelming sensation. He felt safe in this space, safe with Adam, knowing that the man wielding the brush would never truly harm him, would never leave him be torn or broken.

His cock throbbed, leaking profusely, a testament to his body's response to the brutal stimulation. Each thrust of the brush, each scrape of the bristles, sent jolts of sensation coursing through him, a symphony of pain and pleasure that had him teetering on the edge. His breath came in short gasps, his body tense, ready to explode. Adam's gaze fell on Ethan's now exposed and raw insides, the tiny yet powerful water jet having left its mark. The once smooth walls were now a network of fresh red lines and dark bruises, a testament to Ethan's endurance. A cruel smile played on Adam's lips as he thrust the brush inside a few more times, his strokes forceful, making Ethan cry out in pain and pleasure. With a final thrust, he pulled the brush out, leaving Ethan's hole gaping and open.

He moved swiftly, leaving Ethan to catch his breath, and returned with two long, bent sticks. They were designed to attach to the frame holding Ethan's cock, the short legs meant to insert into Ethan's urethra on either side, keeping his hole stretched and open. Ethan watched with wide eyes as Adam secured the first stick, the short leg pushing into his urethra, making him gasp. Adam secured the second stick, leaving Ethan's hole stretched wide, the sensitive flesh straining against the invasion. Ethan let out a low moan, his body writhing, his cock twitching in response to the new sensation.

Adam stood, showerhead in hand, a wicked grin on his face. He adjusted the settings, the water pressure increasing, the jet growing thicker and more powerful. He tested it on the table legs, the force pushing it back a few inches. Ethan's eyes widened at the display, a shiver running down his spine. Adam chuckled, "Don't worry, love. You won't be moving like that table. You're firmly locked in."

Ethan swallowed hard. He knew what that meant. He would be unable to escape the punishing jet. Adam stepped closer, the showerhead pointed at Ethan's exposed hole. Ethan's breath hitched, his body tensing in anticipation.

"Let's start the final touch." Adam announced, his voice laced with amusement. Ethan nodded, his eyes locked onto the showerhead. Adam grinned, "Good. Your filthy holes will be clean soon."

He pressed the trigger, the powerful jet of water erupting from the showerhead. It hit Ethan's hole with full force, the wide jet covering his entrance completely. Ethan let out a scream, his body convulsing as the water pounded against his sensitive flesh. The force was relentless, pushing against him, battering his exposed and prolapsed rectum.

The force of the water was a relentless battering ram, pounding against Ethan's already raw and exposed rectum. The water jet, thick and powerful, slammed into his entrance, the force so intense that it felt like a physical impact. His flesh quivered and strained against the onslaught, his body trying desperately to resist the intrusion. Adam, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight, moved the showerhead slightly, changing the angle of the jet. The force was renewed, the water now hitting Ethan's hole from a different angle, the pressure sending shockwaves through his body. Ethan screamed, his voice hoarse from the relentless cries, his body convulsing with the brutal sensation.

The water jet was not content to merely batter his entrance. It was a living thing, a serpentine force that sought to invade, to breach. A part of the jet, thick and insistent, began to push past his entrance, worming its way inside. Ethan felt the violation acutely, his body tensing as the water jet forced its way into his insides. He could feel it, cold and unyielding, battering against his inner walls. The water jet was not gentle, not caressing. It was a brutal, unforgiving force, tearing through his insides, leaving a path of raw, sensitized flesh in its wake.

Adam watched Ethan's face, his eyes locked onto the younger man's expressions of pain. He could see the struggle, the battle between Ethan's body's instinctual response to withdraw from the brutal stimulation and his mind's acceptance of the torment. He knew Ethan was close, his body teetering on the edge, ready to explode. But Adam was not ready to let him fall over that edge just yet. He wanted to draw out Ethan's torment, to make break beautifully.

He moved the showerhead again, the water jet now hitting Ethan's hole from a different angle, the force renewed once more. Ethan's scream was a guttural, primal sound, his body arching against the restraints, his cock leaking profusely. The water jet breached his entrance again, this time pushing deeper, battering against his most intimate parts. 

Adam, his eyes wild with lust and sadistic intent, lowered the showerhead, the relentless jet pausing its assault on Ethan's ravaged hole. But he didn't stop, oh no, he couldn't resist the urge to further defile his lover. He reached out a hand, his fingers gripping the lower part of his exposed rectum, pulling down to gap his ruined asshole. His eyes gleaming with a cruel intensity, positioned the showerhead at Ethan's gaping, ravaged entrance. He adjusted the angle, the wide, powerful jet now pointing a bit upward, seeking out Ethan's most sensitive spot. Ethan's breath hitched, his body tensing as he anticipated the new torment.

The water jet surged forth, slamming into Ethan's prostate with full force. The impact was immediate and intense, a bolt of lightning shooting through Ethan's body, making him convulse violently against his restraints. His eyes widened in shock and pain, a guttural cry escaping his lips as the relentless jet battered against his gland. The force was unyielding, a continuous, pulsing pressure that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second. It was as if a relentless fist was pounding against his prostate, demanding its submission.

Ethan's body was a symphony of agony and ecstasy, his muscles clenching and releasing in rapid succession. His intestines churned, his colon spasming as the water jet ravaged his insides. His cries were a mix of pleas and protests, his voice hoarse from the relentless onslaught. "Please... Adam... It's too much... It hurts so much..." His words were broken, his sentences punctuated by gasps and moans as the jet continued its brutal assault.

The water, cold and unyielding, pounded against Ethan's prostate, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. His cock, rock hard and leaking, jerked with each pulse of the jet, his balls drawn up tight against his body. His muscles were taut, his body a battlefield, torn between the urge to withdraw from the intense stimulation and the perverse pleasure that was building within him.

Adam, his eyes locked onto Ethan's face, watched as his lover's expression morphed from one of pain to one of ecstasy. He knew Ethan was on the edge, his body ready to explode. Ethan's body was a canvas of pain and pleasure, his muscles contracting and relaxing in rapid succession. His intestines moved in a dance of agony, his colon spasming as the relentless jet ravaged his insides. His cries were a symphony of pain and ecstasy, his voice echoing in the room, a testament to the brutal, beautiful torment he was enduring. His body was ready to shatter, his mind lost in a sea of sensation. And Adam, his lover, his tormentor, was the one holding the trigger, the one controlling his descent into the abyss of pleasure and pain.

Ethan's body shook vigorously, his eyes rolling back into his head as the intense stimulation overwhelmed him. The climax itself was a symphony of pain, his body protests yet craved the release. Adam, watching his lover's struggle, moved the showerhead, the water jet now targeting Ethan's balls and his exposed cockhead. Ethan's roars were animalistic, his body convulsing as the brutal jet punished his sensitive flesh.

Adam moved the jet randomly, battering Ethan's entire groin. Ethan's cries filled the room, a symphony of agony and ecstasy. Then, Adam aimed the jet at Ethan's urethral opening. Ethan's body tensed, his scream echoing as the water jet rushed inside, a sharp, piercing sensation that tore through his urethra, thrusting deep into his cock, battering against his walls. His body convulsed violently, his eyes wide with shock and pain. "Adam!... Fuck!... It's too much... I can't... I'm gonna..." His words were lost in a guttural roar as he was on the brink of explosion. His body trembled, his muscles taut as bowstrings, as he hovered on the precipice. Adam could see the beads of sweat on Ethan's forehead, the veins bulging on his neck, the raw, primal need in his eyes. It was a heady sight, a symphony of power and control that made Adam's own cock throb with desire.

Adam's eyes flashed with a cruel, twisted delight. He knew Ethan's body was ready to shatter. But he wanted to push Ethan further to make him scream. He wanted to see the raw, unadulterated pleasure on his lover's face, the pleasure that only he could give. He planned to let Ethan go after two more orgasms.

Adam's eyes narrowed, his focus shifting to Ethan's bruised, battered balls. He moved the showerhead, the water jet now lashing against Ethan's sensitive sac. Ethan's body convulsed, his eyes wide with shock and pain as the relentless jet punished his delicate flesh. His balls, already purple and swollen, were now a dark, angry shade, the skin taut and tender.

Ethan's cries echoed through the room, a raw, primal symphony of agony and ecstasy. "Please please please please... my balls!... Please..." His words were broken, his voice hoarse from the brutal onslaught. His body shook violently, his muscles taut as he tried to withdraw from the intense stimulation, but the restraints held him firmly in place.

Adam, however, showed no mercy. He watched Ethan's torment with a cruel, twisted delight, his own cock throbbing with desire at the sight of his lover's pain. The water jet continued to batter Ethan's balls, the force unyielding, a relentless pounding that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second.

His balls were swollen beyond recognition, the skin taut and tender, the bruises deepening in color. The jet continued to lash against them, the force brutal, a continuous, pulsing pressure that seemed to grow stronger with each passing second. Ethan's cries were a mix of pleas and protests, his body convulsing as his stretched cock leaked again. Adam, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction, moved the showerhead to Ethan's leaking cockhole. Ethan thrashed against his restraints, his body convulsing as he let out a scream that was a mix of curses and moans. "Fuck! Adam! Oh god! It's too much! I can't... I can't... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...!" His words dissolved into a guttural roar as his body tensed, his muscles taut as bowstrings. The jet tore into his urethra, ripping through him with a brutal, unyielding force.

Ethan's screams filled the room, his body shaking violently. His cock pulsed, his body tensing as he felt the familiar surge of explosion building within him. Veins bulged in his neck, his arms, his temple, his body a map of raw, primal need. His screams became soundless, his body bowing as the pleasure consumed him, his cock spewing his slick in a waterfall that mixed with the jet, his body wracked with the intensity of his release. The jet continued to tear into him, relentless, unyielding, as Adam watched, his own cock throbbing with desire. Ethan's body convulsed one last time before he went limp, his eyes rolling back into his head, his body spent, his screams reduced to soft, ragged moans. The jet finally eased, the water trickling down Ethan's battered, bruised genital, a testament to the brutal, beautiful torment he had endured. Adam turned off the showerhead, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had pushed Ethan to his limits, and Ethan had taken it all, had screamed and begged and pleaded, had given Adam everything he had asked for.

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Adam turned off the showerhead, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had pushed Ethan to his limits, and Ethan had taken it all, had screamed and begged and pleaded, had given Adam everything he had asked for.

Adam looked down at Ethan, his lover sprawled before him, a limp, boneless heap of satiated flesh. Ethan's head lolled to the side, his eyes closed, his breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps. His skin, pale and wet, glistened under the harsh lights of the room.

Between Ethan's spread legs, his cockhole gaped open, a dark, wet maw that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. His cock was now hung limply in the frame, its weight supported by the ruthless bondage that still held it in place. The shaft was a deep, angry red, the cockhead a dark, almost purple hue, speckled with tiny, dark bruises that told the tale of their rough, passionate encounter. Ethan's balls, once tight and full, were now a deep, mottled purple, their skin taut and tender, the veins beneath them prominent and visible.

Ethan's rosebud, tucked neatly beneath his swollen, bruised sac, was a dark, glistening red, a sight that made Adam's mouth water with the memory of their earlier encounter. It was a sight that filled him with a strange mix of tenderness and desire, a sickening yet endearing picture of his lover, spent and used and utterly, completely his.

Adam, his cock throbbing with need, could not resist the allure of Ethan's well-used rosebud any longer. He stepped out of his pants, his cock springing free, hard and aching. He moved between Ethan's legs, his eyes locked onto the dark, glistening pucker that beckoned him. He gripped his cock, jerking it hard, a low growl escaping his lips as he leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste Ethan's flesh.

Ethan, weak and spent, let out a soft moan as Adam's tongue made contact. His body twitched, his rosebud clenching in response to the sudden stimulation. Adam chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound, and licked again, this time swirling his tongue around the sensitive flesh, tasting the remnants of their earlier encounter. Ethan's moans grew louder, his body squirming as Adam's tongue worked its magic.

Adam's mouth was relentless, licking and sucking and biting, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through Ethan's spent body. He could feel Ethan's rosebud responding, the flesh growing warmer, softer, more pliant. He could see the dark, wet maw of Ethan's cockhole, pulsing with a life of its own, and it spurred him on, making him want to claim Ethan all over again.

He nipped at Ethan's flesh, then a sharp, stinging bite that made Ethan gasp, his body arching. Adam soothed the sting with his tongue, his hands gripping Ethan's thighs, grounding him. He could feel Ethan's muscles trembling, his body trying to withdraw from the intense stimulation, but hopelessly locked firmly on the frame.

Adam's cock pulsed in his hand, his body tensing as he felt the familiar surge of pleasure building within him. He wanted to bury himself inside Ethan, to feel his lover's tight, hot flesh gripping him, milking him. He wanted to hear Ethan scream, to see his body convulse as he was filled, claimed, used.

But for now, he contented himself with tasting, with teasing, with comforting his lover for his brave endurance. Ethan moaned low and begging, "Adam, please... bite my wasted anus. Mark me."

Adam chuckled, a dark, satisfied sound. "As you wish." He opened his mouth wide, his teeth sinking into the soft, tender flesh of Ethan's anus. Ethan gasped, his body arching, a sharp cry escaping his lips. Adam bit down harder, his teeth sinking deeper, marking Ethan, claiming him. He could feel Ethan's body trembling, his muscles clenching, his wasted cock struggling to be back to life.

After a few more bites, Adam pulled back, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He looked down at Ethan's abused flesh, his anus now a deep, angry red, speckled with tiny, dark bruises. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick the marks he had left behind. Ethan moaned, his body squirming, his cock leaking like a faucet again.

Adam looked up at Ethan, his eyes filled with desire. "You're mine, Ethan. Every inch of you." He gripped his cock, jerking it hard, a low growl escaping his lips. Just a few pumps, he released his grip on his cock, his hand sliding down to cup Ethan's bruised sac, lifting it, exposing Ethan's well-used hole even further. Ethan gasped, his body tensing, his eyes locked onto Adam's as he watched Adam's hand begin to work.

Adam's hand was large, his fingers thick and strong. He wrapped them around his own thick cock, his fist forming a tight, unyielding tunnel. He watched Ethan's face, saw the hunger, the anticipation in his eyes, and smiled. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to lick Ethan's hole one last time, a final taste before he took him again.

Ethan moaned, his body squirming, his hole pulsing in response to Adam's tongue. Adam pulled back, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his fist pumping slowly, lubricating himself with Ethan's juices. He lined himself up with Ethan's hole, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face.

"Ready, love?" Adam asked, his voice a low growl.

Ethan nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes. God, yes. Fill me, Adam. Claim me." Adam pushed forward, his fist and cock sliding into Ethan's puffy and hot flesh. Ethan gasped, his body arching, his eyes widening in shock and pleasure. Adam went slow, his fist pumping in and out, his cock following, filling Ethan, stretching him. Ethan's moans filled the room, his body squirming, his hands balling fists, his knuckles white with the effort to hold on.

Adam's fist and cock worked in tandem, each thrust pushing him deeper, each retreat making Ethan beg for more. Ethan's hole was tight, his flesh gripping Adam's fist, his cock, milking them, sucking them in. Adam could feel Ethan's body trembling, his muscles clenching, his hole pulsing around him.

"Adam," Ethan gasped, his voice a desperate plea. "I'm going to... please..."

Adam leaned down, his teeth sinking into Ethan's neck. Ethan's scream echoed, his body convulsing, his hole tightening around Adam's fist and cock as he came, intense and sudden, his body sated, his mind lost in ecstasy.

Adam felt Ethan's climax, the hot, wet slick of his release streaming down to his fists and cock inside Ethan, and it sent him over the edge. He thrust once, twice more, his fist and cock buried deep within Ethan, his body tensing, his own release filling Ethan, the hot cum coating his inflamed flesh. Ethan's body shuddered, responding to the hot and painful stimulation. They remained locked together, their breaths ragged, their hearts pounding in rhythm.

Their ragged breaths mingled, warm and intimate, as they looked into each other's eyes. The intensity of their connection was palpable, a tangible force that held them captive. Adam's gaze softened, filled with adoration and love. Ethan, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, mirrored Adam's expression. Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss, a testament to the depth of their feelings.

As their kiss deepened, Adam slowly slid his cock out of Ethan's ass, his fist following suit, both slick with Ethan's release. Ethan whimpered at the loss, his body still trembling with aftershocks. Adam's hand, wet with Ethan's slick, moved to Ethan's leaking hose and spent sac, his palm resting there, a comforting weight.

Their tongues danced, exploring, tasting, as Adam's hand began to move. His palm kneaded and squeezed Ethan's bruised, puffy flesh, the motion random, yet perfectly in sync with their kiss. Ethan's moans were swallowed by Adam's mouth, his screams of pleasure muffled against Adam's lips.

Adam's fingers massaged Ethan's tender skin, his touch gentle yet firm, igniting sparks of pleasure that coursed through Ethan's body. At one point, Ethan gasped, his body quivering, a warm slick oozing from his spent cock, his bruised balls twitching in response. Adam finally pulled back, his hand and tongue leaving Ethan. He looked down at Ethan, his eyes filled with a mix of love and satisfaction.

Adam leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Ethan's forehead. "I'll be right back, love," he whispered, his voice gentle. He stood up, his gaze lingering on Ethan's naked, spent body for a moment before he turned and walked towards the drawer. He grabbed a soft, fluffy towel and a few washcloths, then made his way back to Ethan.

He turned on one of the showerheads, adjusting the temperature to a comforting, warm degree. The weak flow of water cascaded over Ethan's chest and stomach, the warmth of it making him sigh in contentment. Adam's gentle touch followed, a soft washcloth in his hand, as he began to clean Ethan's face. He wiped away the sweat and tears, his thumb gently brushing away the remnants of their passionate encounter.

Adam moved down Ethan's body, his touch soft and caring. He cleaned Ethan's armpits and arms, then he released his locked wrists, his hands moving with a tender precision. Ethan's wrists, still red from the restraints, received special attention. Adam's touch was gentle, his fingers massaging the skin, coaxing the blood flow back to normal. He then cleaned Ethan's chest, back and stomach, wiping traces of exhaustion away.

He shifted his focus lower, switching to a fresh cloth. He cleaned Ethan's thighs, his legs, his touch always soft. He reached for the cock ring and the frame that had been straddling Ethan's hips, carefully removing them. He cleaned Ethan's hips, his touch light, his eyes never leaving Ethan's body.

"Stay put, love," Adam said, his voice soft. Before adjusting the showerhead, Adam picked up a fresh washcloth to soak it wet, and gently pressed it against Ethan's bruised and tender hole, cleaning their slick and cum in the hole. Ethan's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips. Adam's touch was tender, soothing the sore flesh, his eyes filled with concern and care.

"There, love," Adam murmured, "Let the water flow over your hurting member now." He adjusted the showerhead, aiming the weak, warm flow directly at Ethan's spent cock and bruised balls. Ethan sighed in relief, the warm water providing a soothing balm to his tender flesh.

Adam watched Ethan's body react to the warm water, his sated cock twitching faintly, his sensitive balls pulsing with the gentle current. He picked up another washcloth, saturating it in the warm water before tenderly cleansing Ethan's cock and balls, his touch feather-light, his gaze never straying from Ethan's face, noting his every response. Finally, Adam meticulously cleaned Ethan's ass cheek and the crease, the puckered rosebud of flesh again, before gently, bit by bit, easing the flesh back into Ethan's body, causing him to tremble and moan under Adam's caring ministrations.

Once Ethan was clean, Adam turned off the showerhead and grabbed a towel. He began to dry Ethan's body, his touch gentle, his eyes filled with love. He dried Ethan's face, his neck, his chest, his stomach, his thighs, his legs, his touch always soft, always caring.

Ethan watched Adam, his eyes filled with a mix of love and gratitude. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse from their insane session. Adam smiled, his eyes softening.

"You don't have to thank me, love," he replied, his voice gentle. "I'm here for you, always." He finished drying Ethan's body, then he took off his drenched t-shirt and turned to shower and dry himself quickly.

Adam slipped into a soft, clean robe, the material cool and soothing against his skin. He then gently lifted Ethan, cradling him in a bridal style, a soft sigh escaping Ethan's lips as his naked form was pressed against Adam's clothed chest and arms. Adam carried him out of the playroom, the dim lighting of the hallway casting a warm glow on their entwined bodies.

He made his way to their bedroom, the large, plush bed welcoming them with its soft, inviting sheets. Adam laid Ethan down gently. Ethan's eyes fluttered closed, a small smile playing on his lips as he sank into the comfort of their bed.

Adam, however, was far from done. He left the room, his steps silent on the plush carpet, and made his way to their en-suite bathroom. He grabbed a tube of healing ointment from the cabinet, along with a box of Ethan's favorite chocolate, and a bottle of water.

He returned to the bedroom, his arms laden with his offerings. Ethan's eyes opened as Adam approached, a soft, sleepy smile gracing his lips. "Hey, Ethan," Adam whispered, placing the water on the bedside table. He sat down beside Ethan, his hand grabbing the box of chocolates, his hand offering one to Ethan. "Here, have a sweet treat." Ethan's hand reached up, his fingers wrapping around Adam's, his thumb brushing against Adam's palm as he took the chocolate.

"Let's take care of you, hmm?" he said, his voice gentle. His hand reaching for the ointment, he squeezed a small amount of the ointment onto his fingers, the cool gel warming in his hand. He leaned over, his eyes on Ethan's, his hand moving to Ethan's hip.

"Lift up, love," he instructed softly. Ethan complied, his body shifting slightly as Adam slid a pillow under his hips, elevating them. Adam's hand moved to Ethan's bruised, tender balls, his touch gentle as he began to apply the ointment. Ethan gasped, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into Adam's touch.

Adam's fingers massaged the ointment into Ethan's skin, his touch soothing and comforting. He took his time, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face, noting every hitch of breath, every soft moan. Once he was satisfied that the ointment was fully absorbed, he moved to Ethan's spent cock and wrinkled and red asshole, his touch just as gentle, just as caring.

"All done, love," Adam murmured, his voice soft.

Adam watched Ethan, his eyes filled with love, as Ethan popped the third chocolate into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "Delicious," Ethan murmured, his voice hoarse. Adam smiled, his heart filling with warmth.

"Yes, you are," Adam replied, his voice filled with love. He leaned down, his lips pressing against Ethan's in a sweet, soft, gentle kiss. "Now, drink some water." He handed Ethan the bottle with a straw inside, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face as he took a sip.

Ethan drank, his eyes on Adam, a soft smile on his lips. Once he was done, Adam took the bottle, placing it back on the bedside table. Adam leaned in, "Fancy a foray into fashion today?" Ethan grinned at the question, "Not today. I'm more of a 'less is more' kind of guy. The bed's silk and I are having a private moment."

Adam's smile widened at Ethan's words, his eyes sparkling with Ethan's cuteness. "No way, Ethan, you never have a private moment without me." he said, his voice low. His hands reached for the sash of his robe, untying it. The robe fell open, revealing his naked body, his cock already half-hard at the sight of Ethan's naked form, his puffy and tender flesh on full display.

He slipped the robe off his shoulders, then swayed it to the floor. His body pressed against Ethan's from behind, his arms wrapping around Ethan's waist, pulling him close. Ethan sighed, his body melting into Adam's, his ass pressing against Adam's hard cock.

Adam chuckled, his lips pressing against Ethan's ear. "Comfortable, love?" he asked, his voice a soft growl. Ethan nodded, his breath hitching as Adam's hands began to roam his body, his touch gentle yet firm.

Adam shifted slightly, his hips pressing Ethan's abused cock and balls against the soft bedsheet. Ethan moaned, his body tensing for a moment before relaxing into the sensation. "It feels so good… the sheet… I-I'm leaking again..." he breathed, his cock already beginning to leak pre-cum at the friction.

Adam smiled, his hands continuing to explore Ethan's body. "No problem, love," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "I'll take care of it later." His hands moved to Ethan's hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began to move, his cock sliding against Ethan's sore entrance, his abused cock and balls rubbing against the bedsheet.

Ethan moaned, his body moving in time with Adam's, his hands reaching back to grab Adam's hips, pulling him closer. Ethan's breath hitched, his voice barely a whisper, "Adam, I... I want you to fuck me." He turned his head to look at Adam, his eyes filled with desire and a hint of vulnerability.

Adam's hands stilled, his gaze locking with Ethan's. "Are you sure?"

Ethan nodded, his voice stronger this time, "Yes, I'm sure. I want to feel you, all of you, inside me. I want to grind my sore cock and balls on the sheet while you fuck me, Adam. I want that."

Adam's breath caught, his cock throbbing at Ethan's words. "With or without lube?" he murmured, his voice filled with desire. Ethan, predictably, declined the use of lube.

Ethan took a deep breath, his body tensing slightly in anticipation. Adam pushed in slowly, his dry and hard cock stretching Ethan's inflamed walls. Ethan moaned loudly, his body pushing back against Adam, eager for more.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Adam groaned, his hands gripping Ethan's hips. With one final thrust, he pushed his whole length balls deep inside Ethan, his body shuddering with pleasure.

Ethan cried out, his body trembling as Adam filled him completely. "Oh god, so full! It's deep!" he panted, his body pressing down onto the bed, his cock and balls rubbing against the soft sheet.

Adam began to move, his hips pressing Ethan's abused flesh into the sheet with each thrust. Ethan moaned loudly, his body moving in time with Adam's, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. Adam's pace was slow but powerful, his cock grinding against Ethan's prostate with each thrust, drawing out moans of pleasure from Ethan.

The sun was high outside, but it was not at Ethan's and Adam's concern. Their room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the scent of their desire, and the taste of their passion. Adam fucked Ethan slowly, thoroughly, making sure to hit every sensitive spot, drawing out every moan and cry of pleasure, grinding out every drop of Ethan's slick. Ethan's body was his playground, and Adam was determined to make the day one they would both remember.