**Chapter 32: Consumed by Desire**

The darkness of the room seemed to close in around Regulus as Mr. Blackwood's eyes burned with an unquenchable fire. The giant's chest heaved with exertion as he pumped Regulus's body, using him for his own pleasure. Regulus felt a sense of submission wash over him, a sense of surrender that seemed to grow with each passing moment. As he moved, Regulus felt Mr. Blackwood's hand leave his hair and descend to his throat. The giant's fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing slightly as he pulled Regulus closer. Regulus gasped, his airway constricting as Mr. Blackwood's grip tightened. The pressure was not uncomfortable, but it was enough to make Regulus feel vulnerable, to make him realize that he was completely at Mr. Blackwood's mercy. The giant's eyes seemed to bore into his soul as he pumped Regulus's body, using him for his own pleasure. Regulus felt a surge of excitement as Mr. Blackwood's grip on his throat tightened, his body responding instinctively to the stimulation. He was filled with a sense of desire, a sense of longing that seemed to grow with each passing moment. As Mr. Blackwood continued to move, Regulus felt himself being filled with cum. The giant's body tensed, his muscles flexing as he pumped Regulus full of his seed. Regulus felt a sense of satisfaction wash over him, a sense of completion that seemed to grow as he felt Mr. Blackwood's body release its load. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and Regulus felt himself being consumed by it. He was lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of their bodies joined. He was no longer thinking, no longer reasoning, he was simply reacting to the stimuli that surrounded him. As Mr. Blackwood's body relaxed, his grip on Regulus's throat easing, Regulus felt himself being pulled back into the world. He was gasping for air, his lungs burning as he struggled to catch his breath. But even as he struggled, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, a sense of contentment that seemed to grow as he looked up at Mr. Blackwood. The giant's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, his chest heaving with exertion as he gazed down at Regulus. For a moment, the two simply looked at each other, the only sound the heavy breathing that filled the room. And then, without a word, Mr. Blackwood leaned forward, his lips brushing against Regulus's ear.