Round two?

Ethan's mind doesn't last the evening.

He loses it somewhere between round three and the short intermission before round four. He remains conscious. Able to speak and follow commands, but his will is lost.

He remembers being fucked again at least twice. He remembers being instructed on how to properly suck cock, although he didn't retain much. He also remembers sucking a large set of balls after they had shot a good number of loads. He even remembers eating pussy right after sucking those balls, which was a nice treat. But the night is a blur.

His mind doesn't return until he's in the shower many hours later, something helping him wash.

"You were such a good boy for me..." a serene voice whispers to him, filling him with warmth.

"Th-thank you, mis-"

"Oh, no, no..." the voice shushes him, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. He feels massive breasts against his back, the voice now right against his ear. "None of that now. Rest your throat. I'll take very good care of you now."

Ethan nods. He's exhausted.

The voice washes away all the stains and strains of the night, then helps him out of the shower, wrapping him up in an impossibly large towel.

The voice takes him to bed, wrapping him in its warmth, its light, holding him close and healing his exhausted body.

"Good night." It whispers.

Ethan can't wish it back, sleep taking him as thunder cracks in the night.