**Chapter 42: The Real Thing**

"Time for the real thing, baby girl," he says, pushing in and fucking Regulus hard, making his tits bounce and eyes cross and tongue fall out of his mouth. Regulus's body was still reeling from the aftermath of the previous encounter, his muscles trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. But Mr. Blackwood didn't seem to care; he just wanted to use Regulus for his own twisted desires. As Mr. Blackwood's cock thrust into him, Regulus felt a searing pain that seemed to rip through his entire body. His eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open, his tongue lolling out as he struggled to take the brutal pounding. His tits bounced with each thrust, his nipples jiggling like jelly. Regulus's vision began to blur, his eyes crossing as his body responded to the invasion. Mr. Blackwood's hands grasped Regulus's hips, pulling him back and up as he continued to fuck him with a relentless rhythm. Regulus's body was a mere puppet, his limbs splayed out as he was used for Mr. Blackwood's pleasure. The older man's breathing grew heavier, his grunts and groans echoing through the room as he drove Regulus towards a peak of submission. Regulus's mind was numb, his thoughts reduced to a jumbled mess of pain and pleasure. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of sensations, his body torn apart by the brutal fucking. His voice was hoarse from screaming, his vocal cords strained to the breaking point. As Mr. Blackwood's thrusts grew more urgent, Regulus's body began to shudder. His muscles trembled, and his tits jiggled, his eyes rolling back in his head as he approached a peak of ecstasy. Mr. Blackwood's eyes gleamed with excitement, his pupils dilated as he gazed down at Regulus, his face twisted in a cruel smile. "You're going to take it, baby girl," Mr. Blackwood whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're going to take it all and beg for more." Regulus's body responded, his muscles tensing as he arched his back, his eyes crossing as he felt the brutal cock thrust into him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, and his vision blurred, his body torn apart by the sensations coursing through him. As the moments ticked by, Regulus's body grew more and more limp, his muscles exhausted from the prolonged fucking. But Mr. Blackwood didn't seem to care; he just kept thrusting, his body driven by a relentless desire for pleasure. And Regulus, his mind numb and his body torn apart, could only endure, his existence reduced to a mere vessel for Mr. Blackwood's twisted desires.