Note: This chapter is R-21! Far too explicit to be posted on FFnet (which doesn't allow Rated MA works). Please head on over to my AO3 (Username: EikoWest) for the complete chapter. Cheers!
Finally! We come to the closure of this madness! This is a rather roughshod chapter—and, again! purely fictional, exclusively for fiction's sake. Please do not try any of whatever you read online in real life.
Bringing himself to the very brink of fulfilment and holding out for as long as possible is a technique that Muten Roshi has found to exponentially enhance the quality and intensity of his orgasms. He called those "Monster O"'s. But Monster Os weren't achieved by just ordinary edging: he didn't go all the way up, go down a notch, and then back up: rinse and repeat—no. He would gradually climb up to the brim of that summit and stay there without reducing the tension—if anything, only continually increasing the pressure building in his shaft, not letting up until he was at his absolute limit– before he allowed himself to fire all that fresh hot sperm.
This boon to his sex life came in his early adult years, that by the "dirty old man" stages of his existence (which made up the bulk of it), he's had the technique down pat. He wasn't only capable of keeping his erection pumped to bursting, but also able to continually increase its length and girth the longer he prolonged his self-denial.
This was by far, the longest he has ever delayed himself, and if the level of pain his by-no-means-"little" man was in was any indication of how far he was pushing the envelope this time, he knew for sure that he was pushing far beyond breaking point and was bound to lose control at any moment…
Piccolo, on the other hand, had given more than he probably ever had in his entire life. Tears and drool ran in copious trails down to his chin and neck. Harsh, gasping breaths raked its way up his throat through the gap between his bared pearly whites. He chest rose and fell rapidly, lissome body glistening in the misty slivers of light cast from the partially curtained windows, flushed from toes to the tips of his ears, and bathed in sweat, beyond spent after being wracked with non-stop over stimulation and multiple, unceremonious climaxes.
The tremors and drilling deep within his pussy walls only halted after the batteries died out into the first few minutes—fortunately for him, the toys were not at full charge; although, unfortunately for him as well, said toys have yet to be extracted.
Roshi had to actively push against the said objects to keep them from shooting out of the squishy, spasming crevice; thick come lavishly coated his embedded fingers and flowed down his open palm onto his wrist. He wasn't going to be able to keep it up for much longer, he could barely keep his digits from sliding out of the drenched, slippery hole themselves. He knew then…
It was time for him to properly plug it.
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