Though it took longer than the first two times, he'd eventually be coaxed again to full arousal, and even pulling his hips away from the chair did nothing to alleviate the sensation of the plug moving inside of him. The temptation was there, to give in and grind back against the toy, to fuck himself into a third climax and be done with it rather than lay here like this.

Little by little, his pride was chipped away, every taunt and promise, every thrust into his mouth serving only to drive home the point: this was to be the rest of his life, for however long the other man saw fit to keep him. He'd soon be taking his thick cock right to the hilt, Tseng fully buried in his mouth, his member filling his throat and causing him to gasp for air every time he pulled back.

Finally, as Tseng took hold of his head to ram that thick cock down his throat and hold it there, as hot cum flooded his mouth and he swallowed it all down, he broke. His hips met the table, pressing the toy hard and firm into him as he helplessly worked his hips, grinding that plug inside of him. A distraction, perhaps, or maybe he'd given in and tried to chase that third climax.

Seed spattered across his face as Tseng pulled out, across his open panting mouth and his pink face. The broken mage was left heated, soiled and debauched, sobbing softly as his eyes rolled back and shut, still rolling his hips down against the slim plug buried in him.