Chapter 100: An unquenchable thirst (suggestive?)
It was the third day of this damn nightmare that Cass finally gave in consciously.
He was sure that he had given in unconsciously, but it was clear to him that it didn’t count. He still felt like himself when he woke up, covered in his own... Cass shuddered, trying to clean himself up, but he felt weak. He was trying to fight his instincts, but it was draining everything out of him.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He was leaking constantly, moans escaping his lips when even the sheets brushed his skin. He was overly sensitive, overly hot, and just...needed. He was filled with need.
He just wanted relief. That’s all he wanted. Three days was a good enough hold out, wasn’t it? He wasn’t sure how long Lord Blackburn lasted, since the bitch wouldn’t share his thoughts, but three days was a long time.
It was!
Cass sounded whiny even internally, and finally, midday on the third day, he gave in. He wrapped his hand around his cock and came immediately. The relief was immediate, but at the same time, Cass knew things wouldn’t be the same.
From then on, it was like a fog filled his head and all Cass could think about was the pleasure he could derive from his own body, and how to do it. He pumped his cock non stop, moaning, writhing against the sheets as he came over and over. He had thought he would get tired, that he wouldn’t be able to cum anymore, but he was wrong.
He was covered in so much cum, the sheets were damp. He was wet and sticky, his breaths coming in pants. He only had brief moments of clarity, and in those moments he tried to clean up, tried to eat and drink.
He even managed to grab the food every day, but that was barely achieved. He was such a mess, and he couldn’t remember the exact moment he crossed the line, but at some point he woke up, his fingers deep in his ass as he jerked his cock in his hand, sobbing.
He should have felt embarrassed, especially because his ass was in the air, but he couldn’t find that shred of decency in his body in the slightest. Anything to get this damn edge off.
It felt endless. Once he’d flipped that switch, it felt like his hunger was unending. The heat inside of him never settling. Nothing was enough. He felt like his cock was going to be rubbed raw, and at some point it became painful to touch himself, but he couldn’t stop.