The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 113: The Flogger’s Caress

With that, Ethan Caldwell let out a heavy sigh. Ultimately, he had to yield a little. He placed his warm hand on Julian Sterling’s inner thigh and began to massage it properly. Being suspended with his legs stretched out for such a long duration would undoubtedly cause the muscles to become utterly numb and sore, and with the addition of high-intensity stimulation, suffering from leg cramps was practically unavoidable.

The force applied by his hand was just right, warmth radiating from his palm to soothe the muscles that were taut with tension. However, just as Julian was drifting in a daze, enjoying this rare moment of tenderness with half-closed eyes, Ethan’s other hand was already groping around, searching for something tucked away under the corner of the bed.

Julian lay there for a moment before finally regaining his composure after the frenzied climax. The instant he cracked his eyes open to look, his entire body froze stiff in horror.

Resting in Ethan’s hand at this moment was a short leather flogger.

It was not the type of long whip designed to inflict stinging, lacerating pain, but rather a scourge that bristled like a horse’s tail, woven into a thick cluster from dozens of paper-thin, glossy black leather strips. They were not overly long, only measuring about eight inches or so, drooping softly over Ethan’s hand like a curtain of jet-black hair filled with an enchanting, demonic allure.

Julian gulped down a mouthful of saliva with a loud audible sound. His survival instincts screamed of danger. His legs twitched involuntarily, and his entire body reflexively wanted to scoot backward to retreat.

Seeming to recognize the prey’s intention to flee, Ethan chuckled softly. He used the leather handle of the flogger to poke and tease the tip of Julian’s penis, which was still standing erect because it had not yet been granted release: "Do you want to come out?"

Of course he wanted to! He wanted it so badly he was going insane!

For a while now, Julian felt as if he were being tortured while suspended somewhere between heaven and hell. Down below, his small entrance was itching maddeningly due to the drug, while up front, he was swollen to the point of pain yet locked down tight, unable to release. His whole body felt like a ticking time bomb waiting for the fuse to be lit.

Consequently, Julian nodded his head with a tearful, distorted expression.

Seeing this, Ethan laughed out loud, his smile was at once pampering and cruel. He reached out and undid the latches of the two chains on Julian’s ankles.

Click.

The shackles were removed. However, Julian’s legs had lost absolutely all their strength. They flopped weakly onto the bed, yet they could not close. Instead, they remained in that wide-open, inviting posture, trembling in spasms.

It was true that after holding a position for too long, even if one told Julian to close his legs now, he simply could not do it.

After his legs were set free, Julian’s body went limp and collapsed onto the bed, his chest heaving violently like a fish stranded on the shore. It took quite some time, only when the lingering aftershocks had all faded away, for his legs to recover enough to tremble and budge a tiny bit.

Clink, clink.

He only needed to move his legs slightly to hear the silver bells chiming, ringing crisply in the quiet space. Julian glanced at the silver bell and couldn’t help but curse Ethan in his mind for being such a pervert. He didn’t even know how many bells were on his body right now. Every time he got aroused enough to jerk his body, the bells would ring, sounding so loud it gave him a headache.

But it seemed that Ethan liked it very much.

Julian lay there thinking dazed thoughts, then shifted his gaze to look at the man in front of him. His eyes were swimming with water, the corners flushed red from sexual heat, and his lips were swollen from all the devouring kisses. He pouted his lips slightly in a sulky manner, creating a beauty that was both fragile and resigned, making the person looking at him feel dizzy with infatuation. If this appearance were to be leaked to the outside world, there probably wasn’t a single man who could resist the desire to rush in, pin him down, and bully him until he sobbed aloud.

Ethan Caldwell was no exception. The very second he met Julian’s aggrieved gaze, he felt a searing current of heat shoot down his spine, transmitting straight to his lower body, causing his manhood, which was already erect, to boil even more intensely, veiny and looking as if it wanted to explode.

However, the source of all this desire seemed to have no sense of self-preservation. Having recovered just a tiny bit of strength, Julian immediately reverted to his old ways. He used his strength to lift his bare feet and kicked repeatedly at the bulging crotch of Ethan’s trousers, his face full of provocation.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, his hand moving as fast as lightning to capture the boy’s ankle. The man said nothing, he simply swung his arm, using the short flogger to lightly whip that struggling, porcelain-white calf.

Swish... thwack.

"Mmm..."

The sensation was not as painful as Julian had imagined. The paper-thin leather strips touching his flesh did not bring too much pressure. Instead, they created a ticklish, tingling sensation, like an electric current zapping across his skin. This feeling made Julian shudder, unable to hold back a moan.

It felt... very strange. It was like punishment, yet also like an erotic caress.

"Turn over."

Ethan commanded, his tone allowing for no refusal. While Julian was still hesitating, the leather flogger in Ethan’s hand had already begun to move. It trailed along Julian’s calf, glided over his tender inner thigh, the jet-black leather strips sweeping across his sensitive groin area, and then unexpectedly brushed lightly against his pitifully erect penis.

Before Julian could even react to that cold contact, Ethan had already raised the flogger high, and then decisively brought it down.

Swish!

"Ah!"

Although Ethan did not use much force, that was a man’s most sensitive, most fragile place, how could it withstand such direct stimulation? Dozens of bristling leather tips whipped against the sensitive glans, causing the area to immediately turn a bright, angry red. Julian’s entire body reacted as if electrocuted, he bucked up into the air and then went as limp as a noodle.

Tears gushed out, and the sound of his panting shattered in his throat.