He's going to come. He's going to come and it's going to be great--the greatest thing that will ever happen to him. Finally, he'll blow his load. Times with cock rings have been easier than this--but Liam wants him to come, he's saying he's good.
"Fuh--" He shushes himself so it's more just a noise than an attempt at an actual word, nails pressing palms, shuddering, spasming, and then--
--the cane is over him and he howls with pain, his whole body shuddering as he sobs brokenly and he quickly, quickly shouts out the words. It comes off as 'fourteensirfourteen' but he's done it, breath ragged, entire body feeling like it's raw and exposed. He's too sensitive--that blow may have had less of an impact on his skin than the others with not as much power, but with the adrenaline and dopamine flowing from his brain it's impossible to tell.
He's cracking and he's honestly not sure, whimpering and barely able to keep straight, if he's going to last through the next one.
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"Fuh--" He shushes himself so it's more just a noise than an attempt at an actual word, nails pressing palms, shuddering, spasming, and then--
--the cane is over him and he howls with pain, his whole body shuddering as he sobs brokenly and he quickly, quickly shouts out the words. It comes off as 'fourteensirfourteen' but he's done it, breath ragged, entire body feeling like it's raw and exposed. He's too sensitive--that blow may have had less of an impact on his skin than the others with not as much power, but with the adrenaline and dopamine flowing from his brain it's impossible to tell.
He's cracking and he's honestly not sure, whimpering and barely able to keep straight, if he's going to last through the next one.