M 188

“I don’t… want to….”

“Why?”

“Why…? What do you mean, ah, eungh….”

Saliva trickled from Sehwa’s lips, which he hadn’t managed to close. As if to scold his utter lack of modesty, Ki Tae-jeong attached another plastic suction cup to his other nipple. It was a sex toy with silicone nubs inside the cup that would slowly rotate when powered on, scraping and rubbing against the nipple.

Of course, Sehwa wanted to pull it off, but with his wrists in handcuffs, he couldn’t move as he wished.

“Take… take this off… please….”

“I’d like to, but you won’t listen to me, darling.”

A chastity belt, whose use he couldn’t quite figure out, was fastened tightly around his lower half. It was indeed worn like underwear, just as he had imagined when he first saw it, but from Sehwa’s perspective, its structure could only be described as being tied up.

A wide, crude piece of leather the size of a palm meticulously enveloped his penis and scrotum, pressing down on them so he couldn’t ejaculate at will. Meanwhile, a thin strap starting from below his scrotum ran across his rear. It was literally just a single strap, leaving his ass as good as bare.

Well, up to that point, it could have been dismissed as just some kinky underwear, but the real problem with this thing was the lock attached to the back. Ki Tae-jeong had made a knot in the middle where the front and back connected, and from the thin strap that cut across the cleft of his ass, he’d hung a round lock about the size of a fingernail.

The lock, which looked more like an oval-shaped bead, was perched precariously over Sehwa’s hole. When it popped out with the slick that had begun to flow from his rear, it would slide down the wet strap to his perineum, slapping against the sensitive area. So no matter what position he took, no matter how he struggled, he couldn’t stop the lock from stimulating him here and there.

“Ah, nngh… hngh…!”

The suction cups attached to both his areolas began to run wild. The unfamiliar stimulation, completely different from being sucked by a mouth or rubbed by a hand, sent a terrifying shiver through his lower body.

Perhaps the saying that drinking diminishes virility was true, because apart from his whole body heating up with sexual sensitivity, he couldn’t easily feel the urge to cum. That, in fact, made Sehwa want to cry even more. No, he was already bawling his eyes out.

The feeling of being on the verge had brushed past him several times, but he couldn’t reach a climax. Of course, the chastity belt restraining his lower half was also a factor….

“It’s not even a difficult request. Why won’t you listen?”

Ki Tae-jeong unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and smiled languidly. He seemed quite satisfied with the sight of Sehwa bound to his will, his movements as relaxed as a predator sated after a feast.

“All I’m asking is for you to sit on my face.”

“That, ahh, heu….”

“I lick your hole all the time anyway. It’s no different from that.”

Sehwa vigorously shook his head, his face flushed bright red. For one, he didn’t particularly enjoy having his rear licked. Separate from how much it made him feel, it was so embarrassing and mortifying that it was incredibly draining. Besides, what Ki Tae-jeong was demanding wasn’t just a simple request to lick him.

Sit completely on my face, get licked until your hole turns to mush, and then shoot your cum all over me. The condition Ki Tae-jeong had offered in exchange for removing this hideous sex toy was utterly vulgar.

He’d had sex in countless embarrassing positions. He had taken Ki Tae-jeong’s cock in his mouth while Ki Tae-jeong licked his rear several times. But this was the first time he’d been asked to cum directly on his face.

No… to be precise, it was probably the second time. He had made a similar demand when he first opened him up at the House. But that time, it felt more like he was deliberately teasing and humiliating him, whereas this time… right now….

“Hngh, aah…!”

While he was shaking his head with his eyes squeezed shut, Sehwa’s body was lifted into the air. His vision shifted, and after a moment of bewilderment, Sehwa belatedly realized what position he was in and bit down hard on his already-clenched lips.

“Can’t be helped. I’ll just have to do my best to put you in the mood.”

He was unceremoniously thrown face down across Ki Tae-jeong’s lap, naked. It was the perfect position for spanking his bare cheeks, like punishing a misbehaving child. The fact that Ki Tae-jeong was still wearing his uniform trousers while he alone was exposing his ass, completely soaked with slick, was so humiliating that tears welled in his eyes.

Even so, his throat went dry with the desire for Ki Tae-jeong’s hard cock, which was pushing forcefully against his trouser fabric, to hurry up and fuck his rear. He wished that instead of just poking his stomach, Ki Tae-jeong would pound into his hole, which was gushing slick even now, so roughly it felt like it would tear….

“I’m not going to spank you.”

“But… still….”

Telling him not to be tense, Ki Tae-jeong gently stroked Sehwa’s ass, which was trembling with tension, or perhaps a little anticipation.

“How could I ever hit you?”

Indeed, it wasn’t a lie. He used his fingertips to lightly scratch the plump mounds of his ass, and though he squeezed hard enough for the flesh to bulge between his fingers, he never used enough force to cause him pain.

“Instead of my tongue, I’m going to put these in your ass.”

These…? Sehwa squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them, letting the hazy teardrops fall below his chin. And he was horrified by all the objects he saw in front of him. There were dildos of all shapes and sizes, and even something that looked like a dented pebble, which he had thought was a defective product. He hadn’t realized that was also something to be put in his ass.

“Lieu… tenant General, no…, you… you can’t….”

“I have no intention of opening you up with my hands today.”

“Really, I… I can’t, I can’t do it….”

“But it’s been a while since you’ve taken my cock in your ass.”

Ki Tae-jeong reached out, pulled over a dildo, and tapped Sehwa’s ass with it. It was a grotesque rod covered in bumpy nubs.

“If I put several in and leave them for a while, you’ll open up all the way inside.”

The rounded tip of the dildo slid down to the vicinity of his hole. Ki Tae-jeong carefully aimed the toy at the spot that was clenching around the lock. Sehwa’s body flinched in horror. It seemed he intended to insert the dildo without even removing the lock that was already plugged into his rear. Putting several in… was that, was that what he meant?

“Please, Lieutenant General… I’m… finding this difficult… Ah, aht…!”

There was the click of a remote, and the vibration of the suckers on his chest grew even stronger. Sehwa writhed on Ki Tae-jeong’s thighs. No, he thought he was thrashing, but Ki Tae-jeong’s firm arm was pressing him down, so he could only manage to shake his ass. He was oblivious to the fact that this sight was only further stimulating Ki Tae-jeong’s sinister desires.

“You hate it that much? Should I take this off for you?”

“Yes, yes, I hate… it, I hate it….”

“Then what do you want to do?”

The stimulation of the machine, vibrating his body with tireless, constant intensity. The leather strap digging into his cleft and the lock filling his rear. The weapon-like dildo that felt like it would pierce him at any moment…. Sehwa, his eyes glazed over as he panted for breath, clutched the sheets with all his might.

“What should I do for you?”

His mind, hazy as if shrouded in fog, cycled through various thoughts. Is he, perhaps, being mean to me right now? Why…? But isn’t that rod shorter and thinner than the Lieutenant General’s? And no matter what, there’s no way he’d put all of those inside me…. It’s not physically possible for them all to fit. With the lock in there too, even one dildo would make it feel full….

No, he’s never made empty threats, at least not in bed. He’s more than capable of shoving them all in. If he were someone who understood normal sex…

“…Please….”

“Hm?”

The back of Sehwa’s murmuring neck was as red as if it had been painted over with crimson.

“Please… do it.”

The despair that this torment would never end, and more than that, the primal desire to release the heat pooled in his body, finally crushed his reason.

“Suck… me, sob, suck, me, please….”