SS 3 Part 1

Side Story #3. Whose C*ck Do You Think This Is?

“You really want that for your birthday?”

“Yeah. I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Bomin, his expression a mix of amusement and skepticism, took a sip of his iced Americano. He had casually asked Han Biseong what he wanted for his birthday, which was tomorrow.

And his answer was… interesting. 

“You want to blindfold me, tie me up… and have each one of you take turns fucking me?”

“I didn’t phrase it so crudely.”

“But that’s the gist of it, right?” 

“Well… yeah.” 

Bomin quickly finished his drink. He was s*xually adventurous, shamelessly promiscuous, but even he had to admit that Han Biseong sometimes took things to another level. 

“That’s too easy. I’ll be able to guess who’s who right away.”

They would often have tasting sessions, sampling each other’s c*cks. And Bomin had a good memory when it came to c*cks. 

“I figured you would. That’s why I’m going to use a special tool.”

“Tool?”

Bomin should have realized… that there was something off about Han Biseong’s smile. 

* * *

“Ah, hng… mhm… ah…”

Bomin writhed on the bed, his body on fire. His hands were bound, but his legs were free. He tried to push himself away, his feet pressing against the sheets, but it only made him feel hotter. 

His wrists chafed against the soft leather restraints. 

“Ah… it tickles… Please untie me…”

Kim Seohun’s face crumpled. He whispered to the others, his voice barely audible over Bomin’s moans. 

‘Bomin’s in so much pain… can’t we just untie him now?’

‘No. Just wait a little longer. He’s going to enjoy it, I promise. It’s my birthday present, but it’s also a gift for him.’ 

Han Biseong refused. He would stop if Bomin truly hated it, but… Bomin’s c*ck was already leaking precum.

‘Who wants to go first? I prefer it when he’s a little looser.’

They all exchanged glances. Some looked unhappy, while others were clearly excited. 

‘I’ll go first.’

Shi Yu-hyeon sighed, raising his hand. He had been struggling to control himself, his fingers twitching as he listened to Bomin begging to be released. 

He wanted to untie him, but… Bomin had agreed to this. He had been persuaded by Han Biseong, but if he truly hated it, they would stop. 

He decided it would be best if he went first, to ease Bomin into it. He could already see Song Jaeho and Yoon Bisam getting restless; if either of them went first, they wouldn’t hold back. 

“Ah… who… is this?”

Bomin was lost in a haze of pleasure. He had agreed to this, but… it was different now that he was actually experiencing it.

The thought of being blindfolded and tied up, his body at their mercy… it was intoxicating. 

‘Have some water first.’

Han Biseong, before blindfolding him, had given him a glass of water with a slice of lemon. It had tasted normal, but after finishing it, he had felt a strange sensation spreading through his body.

‘What did you put in the water?’

‘You said it would be too easy to guess, so I added something to spice things up.’

He had said it was a sensitivity enhancer, a legal drug used to treat patients with low libido. He had conveniently left out the part about it being used to treat patients with… painful conditions. 

‘If it weren’t for your birthday…’

Bomin’s annoyance faded as his senses heightened. He was blindfolded, his wrists bound, and then… he was laid on the bed. 

He could feel his hole clenching, the sensation so intense it made him dizzy. He wanted to be filled, now. 

“Hng…” 

He moaned as he felt a hand on his chest, his c*ck twitching, leaking precum. 

He tried to turn his head, but he couldn’t see anything. The blindfold was thicker than the one Song Jaeho had used. 

He couldn’t even identify them by their scent; they were all mixed together. He was wondering who it was, their touch so gentle, when…

“Ah, hng…”

He moaned, his body trembling as his n*pples were pinched and twisted. He came, his cum spurting out, his c*ck still hard. 

Shi Yu-hyeon groaned. Bomin’s body, flushed and writhing, was incredibly erotic. He had volunteered to go first to be gentle, but… he was struggling to maintain his control.

Bomin’s voice was husky, rough, the sounds of his pleasure sending shivers down his spine.

‘Are we going in order?’

‘Yes. That’s why I brought drinks.’

Song Jaeho licked his dry lips, his gaze fixed on Bomin. He wanted to touch him, now. Han Biseong handed him a glass of whiskey. 

‘Are you insane? You’re really going to go this far?’

‘At least hide your hard-on. It’s disgusting.’ 

While they bickered, Shi Yu-hyeon, bending down, took Bomin’s n*pple into his mouth, sucking gently. 

“Ah, hng, mhm…” 

Bomin’s slender body trembled, his c*ck hardening under Shi Yu-hyeon’s touch. Shi Yu-hyeon’s hand moved to Bomin’s other n*pple, pinching and rolling it. 

Bomin’s mouth was open, drool dripping down his chin. His breath hitched as Shi Yu-hyeon’s fingers brushed against the head of his c*ck. His skin glistened with sweat. 

“Please… put it in…”

His hole pulsed, his need evident. The veins on Shi Yu-hyeon’s temples throbbed. He hadn’t even prepared him yet. Bomin, unable to move his hands, wrapped his legs around Shi Yu-hyeon’s waist, pulling him closer. 

His hard c*ck brushed against Bomin’s, and Bomin instinctively rubbed himself against it. 

His lower abdomen ached with a need that couldn’t be satisfied with just fingers. He needed to be filled. 

Shi Yu-hyeon, gritting his teeth, wiped away Bomin’s cum. He wanted to fuck him, now, but he knew that if he did, Bomin’s hole would be too swollen for the others.

“Hng…” 

He slipped two fingers inside. Bomin’s warm, slick walls tightened around them. 

Bomin bucked his hips, his c*ck rubbing against Shi Yu-hyeon’s abs. He clenched around Shi Yu-hyeon’s fingers, his need insatiable. 

Shi Yu-hyeon’s eyes darkened. He added another finger, stretching him open.

He leaned down, his lips capturing Bomin’s. Bomin, tilting his head back, accepted his tongue. 

“Hng, ah…”

Shi Yu-hyeon licked into his mouth, swallowing Bomin’s saliva. 

His hand moved to his c*ck, slowly stroking it as he kissed Bomin. He then withdrew his fingers, quickly replacing them with his c*ck. 

“Ah…!” 

Bomin gasped, his head tilting back. His lips parted, his breath hitching as he felt Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck sliding inside him. He could feel the pulsing of Shi Yu-hyeon’s veins against his sensitive walls. Shi Yu-hyeon’s tongue lapped at his drool. 

It was at that moment, as he felt Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck entering him, that he realized who it was.

“Yu-hyeon… -ssi…”

Shi Yu-hyeon’s c*ck was as straight as his personality. It was beautiful, despite its size.

His insides ached as the smooth head stretched him open. His inner walls, slick with precum, clung to him. 

“Yes, Bomin-ssi. I’m sorry for rushing.” 

Shi Yu-hyeon, lifting his head, gently caressed Bomin’s cheek. He was apologizing, but his c*ck was still moving inside Bomin, his thrusts slow and deliberate. 

Bomin’s thighs, pressed against his hips, trembled. His body, sensitized by the drug, was reacting to every touch, every movement.

“Hng, ah… it’s a little… intense, but… it’s good…” 

Bomin tried to move his arms, wanting to touch Shi Yu-hyeon’s face, but he could only move his fingers. 

His lips, slick with saliva, drooped. He felt… overwhelmed, his emotions amplified. 

“I’ll… be gentle.”

Shi Yu-hyeon, sensing his distress, kissed his bound hands. He spread Bomin’s fingers, his face resting against his palm. 

Bomin’s fingers, unable to see, instinctively caressed his face. His touch was light, tentative.

His fingertips traced the outline of Shi Yu-hyeon’s lips, and then one finger slipped into his mouth. 

Shi Yu-hyeon’s tongue swirled around it, his touch thorough. Bomin, unable to resist, relaxed, his lips parting slightly. 

‘Let’s go at the same time.’ 

Song Jaeho, who had been patiently waiting his turn, could wait no longer. At this rate, they would be here all night. 

And he could tell that Bomin, despite his increased sensitivity, wouldn’t be able to last long. 

He moved towards Bomin, his hard c*ck throbbing.

Shi Yu-hyeon, reluctantly, gave Bomin’s finger one last suck before pulling away. Bomin’s hole contracted as he withdrew. He quickly replaced his fingers with his c*ck. 

“Ah…!”

Bomin’s head tilted back, his breath catching as Shi Yu-hyeon filled him. His lips brushed against Shi Yu-hyeon’s, and he could feel Shi Yu-hyeon’s breath on his skin. 

“Haa… who… is this?” 

Bomin, distracted, turned his head as he felt another presence near his face. He couldn’t move his hands, so he rubbed his cheek against the hard c*ck. 

Song Jaeho watched as Bomin’s tongue darted out, tasting him. 

He clenched his fists, his instincts screaming at him to grab Bomin’s head and force his c*ck down his throat. 

“Ugh…!“

Shi Yu-hyeon, seeing Bomin’s attention shift to Song Jaeho, started moving. He had been giving Bomin time to adjust, but… he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.