Chapter 41

Harry was on fire. He is burning up. If not worse, he burns so bad. His phallus thickened the more and glistened with more precum,needing a pussy to grab unto.

His lower belly tightened to the point of pain, volcanic pressure seriously building inside him. Pressure that must find release in one way or the other.

He doesn't now how long he's been lying there in the cold floor,tears burned repeatedly on his eyes but he tried to blink them back determined not to shed them.

As always, when it gets bad like this, self satisfaction will no longer cut it. He has tried masturbating several times each time his addiction triggers but it only manages to push him to the edge without falling over.

It's the highest punishment of all to him.

"Harry? Are you alright?" Bethel's voice came behind the door and he bit his lip hard, trying to control the sounds that escaped his throat but he couldn't stop it. He almost succeeded in keeping quiet when another contraction st