"Submission and Surrender"

Regulus's movements slowed, his body still twitching with aftershocks as he gazed up at Mr. Blackwood. The older man's eyes seemed to burn with an inner fire, his pupils dilated with desire. Regulus felt a shiver run down his spine as Mr. Blackwood's gaze lingered on him, his eyes drinking in the sight of Regulus's still-quivering form. As if summoned by Mr. Blackwood's gaze, Regulus's hand released its grip on the sausage, his fingers sliding away from his body as if reluctantly letting go. The sausage remained lodged inside him, a thick, meaty presence that seemed to pulse with its own rhythm. Mr. Blackwood's eyes never left Regulus's face as he patted his lap, a slow, deliberate gesture that seemed to draw Regulus's attention to his crotch. Regulus felt a flush rise to his cheeks as he stared at Mr. Blackwood's lap, his mind struggling to comprehend what was happening. Without a word, Regulus turned and waddled over to Mr. Blackwood, his movements stiff and awkward. The sausage still lodged inside him seemed to shift with each step, sending shivers of sensation through his body. Regulus felt a wave of humiliation wash over him as he approached Mr. Blackwood, his face burning with shame. As he reached Mr. Blackwood's side, the older man reached out and grasped his hips, pulling Regulus towards him. Regulus felt a jolt of fear as Mr. Blackwood bent him over, his body folding forward as he was pressed across Mr. Blackwood's lap. The table nearby seemed to rush up to meet him, its surface cool and smooth against his skin. Regulus felt Mr. Blackwood's hands grasping his hips, pulling him back and up as the older man positioned him for his own pleasure. With a swift, efficient motion, Mr. Blackwood began to fuck Regulus on the sausage, the thick meat sliding in and out of his body with a rhythmic motion. Regulus gasped, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the table, his mind reeling with the sensations coursing through his body. As Mr. Blackwood continued to use him, Regulus felt his body responding, his muscles relaxing as he began to take the sausage once more. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that seemed to build with each passing moment. The room around him melted away, leaving only the sensation of the sausage and Mr. Blackwood's body, the older man's rhythm driving Regulus towards a new peak of pleasure and pain. Regulus's thoughts fragmented, his mind consumed by the sensations coursing through his body, as he submitted to Mr. Blackwood's will.