Withdrawal

By Ethan White

Marcus, A.K.A. the archvillain Imperious, is not a man that takes “no,” for an answer. When Castor refuses to surrender himself mind, body, and soul to Marcus’ service, he ends up locked in an enchanted filigree chastity cage.

While he is able to resist the temptation for a while, his body’s needs eventually drive him up the wall, and only one man can give him what he needs. Despite his better judgment he approaches Marcus, principles and morals discarded for the need that’s eating him up from the inside.

Withdrawal is an 8,000-word short story and part four of a four-part series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Indie Erotica Collective
• Release date: Dec 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005516970

Ethan White

Ethan White is a college student in his early 20's, biding his time 'til graduation, and hoping that he'll end up with more time to do what he loves: writing. Ethan has been a kinkster for as long as he can remember, but being a sheltered boy, he didn't really get much of a chance to explore his sexuality. Pup play was one of the first kinks that really caught his eye. Something about that headspace just appealed to him. At the tender age of 18, when most boys love to diddle themselves and thoroughly enjoy their joysticks, Ethan wasn't much different, but he discovered chastity, and the moment he could do something about it, he locked himself up and loved it. He really lacked in proper experience, though, until he met Master Dominic who became his handler and gave him the pup name Echo. Master Dominic is also his keyholder, and it doesn't seem like he'll be let out any time soon.Horny and frustrated, Ethan resorts to one of his favorite things—writing—to take the edge off. Not that it ever helps for very long. But that just means that he writes more filthy erotica than is probably healthy. Ruff!

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Withdrawal

A Hero Ensnared #4

Ethan White

Copyright © 2022 by Ethan White

All characters are age 18 and over.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Withdrawal

The more the afterglow of the orgasm subsided, the clearer Castor’s mind became. He’d done it again. He’d slipped. He’d lost control. And in the presence of one of the Commonwealth’s greatest villains, at that.

He sighed. He didn’t care anymore. It was useless to try and resist. All the years of training and ironclad discipline he’d had to endure weren’t worth a damn when it came to the allure of his cock.

He just couldn’t stop. It was too powerful. The slightest hint of arousal sent him spiraling into a gooned-out cock-dumb haze.

And every time was easier. Every time, he slipped faster and deeper than the last, making the climb out harder and harder. Even now, he could feel the haze in his head, threatening to smother his thoughts, and it simply refused to go away.

He lay motionless for a moment, staring at the ceiling. He took a breath and smelled sex, sweat, and cum. The musk of it was thick in the air and, by this point, all too familiar.

He could feel it on him, the cold jism soaking into his fancy clothes. He’d potentially ruined the suit for good. A thousand credits—at least—down the drain, just like that.

It was a terrible fashion crime if he’d ever seen one. If such things were prosecuted like normal crimes he would probably be on the way to a lifetime in jail. And all for a few minutes of mind-blowing pleasure.

His spent cock twitched. Come to think of it, he didn’t actually feel any regret. The pleasure still lingered at the edges of his mind. He remembered the bliss of it—the ecstasy of being lost in his cock, of being more penis than man.

Part of him wished he could make the feeling last. Being a person came with so much shit it was easy to get fed up with it all. To be a cock with nothing in the way of worries or responsibilities, concerned only with pleasure… Damn.

It was