That was Roy's new plan, he was going to make that guy build as much sexual frustration as he could, without any way of relief.
After that, he would find some horses, or donkeys and seal the guy inside a room, and watch what was going to happen.
But first, he would have to build as much frustration as possible for him, as he sent another order through his blood slave seal.
'You can't climax no matter what!'
At this point even being excited seemed to turn into torture for him, as his self-conscience took it as disobedience to the self-nature and order to do something like that.
Roy didn't expect his order to have such a great side-effect, as he was just thinking about ordering the idiot to never have an erection during this time.
Happy with the created situation, and the pain it was causing to the bastard below him, he decided to enjoy it as much as he could.
'slap…, slapp…, slurp.., slapp…'
'aahh…, aahhnn…, aahh…'
