Hurt Me Like You Mean It [BL]-Chapter 49: Just leave me alone and get out (R18)
He reached around, his fingers finding the small remote in his pocket.
Click.
The vibration intensified. Not just a steady buzz, but a pattern now—a long, deep buzz followed by three sharp, stuttering pulses.
"Oh, fuck!" Lance cried out, his hands slapping against the counter. His vision swam. Pre-cum leaking down his thigh "What is that?!"
"That.." Ansel said, voice thick with lust, "is the ’escalation’ pattern. It’s going to keep doing that, building and teasing, for the next ten minutes. Your speech is in five. You’ll walk out there with it building. You’ll start talking just as it hits the long pulse. Can you do that for me, Lance? Can you stand at that podium with my toy fucking your brains out and pretend to be a good little academic?"
The pattern repeated again.
The long vibration was a deep, internal massage, the short pulses were like tiny, electric slaps to his core. Lance was panting, sweat beading at his temples. He was so hard it hurt. "I... I don’t know if I can."
Ansel’s hand tightened on his cock, a rough, delicious friction. "You can. Because you want my dick in this wrecked hole afterward. Don’t you?"
Lance bit his lips, Ansel knew exactly how to trap him. "Yes! Fuck, yes, I want it!"
"Then be a good boy." Ansel abruptly turned the vibrator off.
The sudden absence of sensation was almost worse. Lance whimpered, his body screaming for that electric fullness again.
He felt empty, twitching, desperately needy.
When Ansel gently pulled the vibrator out with a wet splorch. Lance gasped at the loss.
He quickly wiped it clean with a paper towel and then, before Lance could protest, pushed it back inside, the slick silicone sliding in easily with a soft shlllp.
He turned it back on, immediately setting it to a low, steady hum.
"There. A gentle reminder. Now pull your pants up."
Lance’s hands trembled as he fastened his trousers. The low hum was a constant, maddening presence. He could feel it with every slight movement.
Ansel fixed Lance’s collar, his touch surprisingly tender. "Go give your speech. Remember, the higher you raise your voice, the higher I raise the setting. Moan into that microphone, and I’ll turn it to maximum and leave it there. Now get out."
Lance stumbled out of the bathroom, the world tilting. The walk back to the hall was agony. Every step sent a jolt from the vibrator through his system.
The low hum was a tease, a promise of the chaos waiting on the remote in Ansel’s hand.
He slid back into his seat next to Professor Harding, who gave him a curious look.
"Everything alright, Lance? You look flushed."
"Fine.." Lance breathed, his voice tight. "Just... a little warm."
His name was called. The applause was a distant roar. As he walked to the podium, each footfall echoed the hmmmmm in his ass.
He adjusted the microphone, his fingers slick with sweat.
"Good afternoon everyone, I am Lance Dixion, a fourth year business administration student and i’m here to present my keynote speech" he began, his voice miraculously steady.
Click.
The vibration jumped to a medium pulse.. Lance’s knuckles turned white where he gripped the podium. He cleared his throat, launching into his first point about algorithmic efficiency.
He focused on the words on his notecards, on the blur of faces.
Ansel sat at the third row, leaning against the chair a ghost of a smile on his lips.
As his finger stroked the remote.
He watched very of Lance’s movement, gazes and expression.
So far, he was doing great with his speech and saw saying all the necessary information.
He had to admit Lance had a great self control.
Lance raised his voice for emphasis on a key finding.
Click! 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
The pattern returned. A long, deep vibration hit just as he was taking a breath. His sentence faltered. "...the-the data suggests a... a significant throughput..."
He paused and then apologized to the hall. "Sorry for the break in transmission. Something c-caught my throat. As I was saying, the-the data suggests a significant throughput by next year if these investments are placed in our institution.."
On the outside, he looked very composed but on the inside. Lance was drowning in it.
The vibrations felt like a living thing inside him, coiling around his spine, squeezing his prostate with every long buzz.
His dick was a rigid, throbbing line of fire trapped in his dress pants. He could feel a wet spot forming.
He was talking, the words automatic, but his entire universe had shrunk to the buzzing in his ass and Ansel’s dark eyes watching from the back even though he couldn’t exactly see him.
"In conclusion," Lance said, his voice growing breathy, "the... nngh... the parameters must be... recalibrated..."
He was so close. The stimulation was relentless, brutal, exquisite. He was hanging on by a thread. One more spike and he’d cum in his pants right on stage.
Click.
It went back to the low. The sudden drop in intensity was a shock. He almost sobbed in relief and frustration.
"We hope to hear good response from our sponsors, thank you very much.."
Lance stepped back and bowed.
The applause came in and Lance heaved a sigh of relief, at least it wasn’t that bad.
He could cover it up and say he was feeling nervous.
He was shaking all over as he left the podium. He didn’t see Harding’s concerned frown. He only had one destination in mind, to find a quiet place and relief himself.
Ansel’s eyes followed him. As he left the podium, just as he was about to walk out of the hall, a hand grabbed him.
Lance nearly screamed until he saw it was Henry.
He froze, almost frowning.
He knew they were both in the same department but why was Henry here at this time!
"What’s going on with you?" He asked as he dragged Lance out of the hall and into a the storage closet.
Lance bit his lips, the vibrations had increased again and he could feel his legs shaking.
"It’s none of your business.."
"..."
Henry eyes darkned when he saw the state Lance was in.
"He did this to you didn’t he? I didn’t think you had anymore kinks Lance, is this your fetish now Lance? To be humiliated in public.."
"..."
Lance was practically panting at this point, the only way to end this would be to remove the vibrator but he couldn’t do it in front of Henry.
"It’s none of your business, just leave me alone and get out.."
