"Surrender to the Sound"

Part 41

Regulus's voice was hoarse, his vocal cords strained from screaming as Mr. Blackwood continued to use him, the sausage still lodged inside him. The sounds that tore from his throat were a mix of pain and pleasure, a raw, animalistic expression of the sensations coursing through his body. Mr. Blackwood's eyes gleamed with excitement, his pupils dilated as he gazed up at Regulus, his face twisted in a cruel smile. "Louder, Regulus," Mr. Blackwood whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I want to hear you. I want to hear you beg." Regulus's body responded, his muscles tensing as he arched his back, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "Please...oh god...please," he screamed, the words tumbling from his lips in a desperate, anguished cry. Mr. Blackwood's hands grasped Regulus's hips, pulling him back and up as he continued to fuck him on the sausage. The older man's rhythm was relentless, driving Regulus towards a peak of pleasure and pain that seemed to stretch on forever. As Regulus's voice grew hoarse, Mr. Blackwood leaned forward, his breath hot against Regulus's ear. "Don't stop," he whispered, his voice a gentle, persuasive command. "Keep screaming. I love it." Regulus's body shuddered, his muscles trembling as he responded to Mr. Blackwood's words. His voice rose to a deafening pitch, echoing off the walls as he screamed and begged, his body torn apart by the sensations coursing through him. The room around him dissolved into chaos, leaving only the sound of his own voice, the sensation of the sausage, and Mr. Blackwood's body, driving him towards a peak of ecstasy that seemed to have no end. Regulus was lost, consumed by his own desires, his body a mere vessel for the pleasure and pain that Mr. Blackwood inflicted upon him. As the moments ticked by, Regulus's voice grew louder, his screams echoing through the room, a raw, animalistic sound that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. And Mr. Blackwood, his eyes gleaming with excitement, urged him on, his voice a constant, persuasive whisper, driving Regulus towards a peak of surrender and submission.