"Surrender to the Beast"

As the initial shock began to wear off, Regulus felt a strange, tingling sensation coursing through his veins. At first, he tried to fight it, to convince himself that he was still in control, that he could resist the monster's advances. But as Victor's cock continued to pump in and out of his body, Regulus began to feel a change within himself. The pain began to subside, replaced by a growing sense of pleasure. It started as a spark, a small, flickering flame that danced in the depths of his belly. But as Victor's movements grew more confident, more forceful, the flame grew, spreading throughout his body like wildfire. Regulus felt his muscles relax, his body surrendering to the beast's rhythm. He began to move with Victor, their bodies entwined in a primal dance. Regulus's cries of pain and shock gave way to gasps of pleasure, his body responding to the monster's touch in ways he never thought possible. He felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in his life. As the minutes ticked by, Regulus's mind was consumed by a single, driving thought: he couldn't get enough of Victor's cock. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before - the feel of it, the taste of it, the way it made him feel. He was addicted, and he knew it. Regulus's body began to respond in ways he couldn't control. He felt his hips moving of their own accord, his thighs spreading wide to take more of Victor's cock. He was a slave to his desires, and Victor was his master. The beast seemed to sense Regulus's surrender, and his movements grew more intense, more passionate. He drove Regulus harder, his cock pumping in and out of his body with a rhythmic intensity that was almost unbearable. And yet, Regulus couldn't get enough. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of pleasure, and he couldn't help but drink it in. He was the beast's plaything, his body his to use and abuse. And in that moment, Regulus knew that he would never be the same again. As the wave of pleasure crested, Regulus felt himself being lifted out of his body, soaring on a tide of ecstasy. He was one with Victor, their bodies merged into a single, pulsing entity. And in that moment, he knew that he would never be free.