[It's good advice. Almost friendly advice if not for everything. Rean barely hears it after all this. It's been hours, he's physically and mentally exhausted, and the moment he's actually allowed to sink onto the bed with no more forced pleasure, without being made to come, or stay hard, he's sobbing in relief.

He probably won't remember the warning or about half the encounter as more than hazy pleasurable trauma.

At any rate he's passing out, a kind of gross mess, even though he'd love to try to escape or AT LEAST get clean, his body and mind can't handle being awake for even another minute.]