M 50

“Still not done?” Even though it was a building with poor sunlight, it was bright daylight. Sehwa didn’t want to have s3x with a ribbon tied to his p3nis right under the window where sunbeams were streaming in.

“Wait, not like this…”

When a flustered Sehwa struggled, Ki Tae-jeong slapped his bottom. It didn’t hurt. It was just the right intensity to awaken a subtle, secret anticipation. Sure enough, Sehwa’s bound lower half began to throb dully at the casual touch. His insides burned with a low fever, as if waiting for what would come next. The heat simmering in Sehwa’s belly seemed to rise with each caress and slap, as if Ki Tae-jeong could open him up with such simple touches.

“But you called someone, so maybe we should….”

“So? You want everyone to see you like this?”

“Ack, no, that hurts…!”

The round objects on Ki Tae-jeong’s sleeve scattered light in all directions. Wave-like light shadows rippled across the sheets. Were those cufflinks, or perhaps jewels? While Sehwa was momentarily distracted by the sparkle, a large hand emerging from the shirt sleeve suddenly gripped both his ankles without warning. Ki Tae-jeong always easily grabbed Sehwa’s ankles with just one hand.

Sehwa’s mood soured slightly, following his furrowed brow. Ki Tae-jeong’s c0ck couldn’t even be held in one hand… yet Sehwa could be restrained so easily. Even though Ki Tae-jeong had large hands, it felt unreasonably unfair that he could grip his ankles with just one hand. Though Sehwa knew there was no correlation between Ki Tae-jeong’s c0ck and his own ankles, still…

“It’ll be over soon.”

Ki Tae-jeong reached out with his other hand and rummaged through his briefcase. Each time he moved his hand searching for something, Sehwa’s body shook violently along with it as it would if he’d been taking him directly. Ki Tae-jeong’s strangely gentle voice made Sehwa’s worry grow. The man was already known for getting off on leaving people in suspense. Whatever he had in mind this time couldn’t be good.

And more than anything else, the current position was so embarrassing… Sehwa wished he would do something about this first. Though compared to having his h0le licked while only his ass was raised, this was somewhat better… but seeing his bound lower half with his own eyes made his eyelids burn hot with shame.

Sehwa thought it had been wrapped loosely, but looking at it now, the way the rope wrapped around his glans and squeezed his scrotum was incredibly lewd. Anyone could tell someone else had tied it. And it looked impossible to untie without another person’s help. Even strippers didn’t appear before customers in such a state… was it okay to go outside like this? Though it wasn’t his fault and no one would find out anyway, Sehwa’s feet were already growing sweaty just imagining people’s whispers.

Sehwa took a deep breath to calm himself. He wanted to push away even the thought that his lower half was bound. If he didn’t think about it, his er3ction would soon subside. Erections were natural responses to stimulation. Just like morning wood, getting hard now wasn’t strange. So…

“…Brigadier General?”

As Sehwa tried to mentally convince himself he wasn’t some pervert enjoying bondage, a suspicious object began pressing against his lower area.

“This position won’t work. Hold your knees.”

What…was he going to put in? When Sehwa hesitated, Ki Tae-jeong let out a long sigh through his nose. It wasn’t a good sign. If Sehwa made him repeat himself, Ki Tae-jeong might shove whatever was in his hand inside without giving time to prepare. Reluctantly, Sehwa gripped behind his knees, pulling his legs open further, though that seemed to satisfy Ki Tae-jeong only marginally. This was all Sehwa could manage.

Ki Tae-jeong shook what he was holding. Sehwa had thought he might thrust in some adult toy as thick as an arm, but as if scolding his lewd imagination, what Ki Tae-jeong was shaking was only about the size of a lighter.

“It’ll only tire you out if we don’t finish in one go.”

‘Let’s do our best.’ Ki Tae-jeong murmured as he stroked the bound scrotum upward. As his knee lifted Sehwa’s lower back like a lever, his half-erect member flopped against his dry stomach.

“…Huh?”

Sehwa, who had been squeezing his eyes shut in anticipation of the following intense pain, unconsciously let out a puzzled gasp. He had thought the object in Ki Tae-jeong’s hand would dig into his back entrance. But the cold sensation touched, rather unexpectedly, the perineum just below his scrotum… and even then, it only pressed firmly against the skin for a few seconds before being removed.

Ki Tae-jeong threw what he had been holding onto the mattress with a bright smile. That light object, which seemed to have no noticeable weight as it bounced…

“Got a good shot.”

It was a stamp.

“Ah. Can’t you see it from your angle?”

Ki Tae-jeong, who had been stretching the thin skin back and forth with his index and middle fingers like scissors, suddenly pulled Sehwa into his arms.

“I’ll show you.”

“Huh? No, I… I don’t, no, Brigadier General, this position…”

As Ki Tae-jeong turned Sehw’sa body around, he slipped his arm under Sehwa’s knees. It was like the position used to help a baby urinate.

“Stay still. Unless you want to fall.”

Ki Tae-jeong took light steps as if Sehwa’s weight in his arms meant nothing. His intention was obvious, and simultaneously, Sehwa’s mind went blank. He was going to show him. Make Sehwa see himself in the mirror, held by a man with legs spread wide, all sorts of strange things attached to his lower half.

“I don’t want to look, I hate this…”

Any more humiliation than this seemed unbearable for Sehwa.

“Why, when it’s so pretty.”

Ki Tae-jeong didn’t waver at all despite carrying a struggling grown man. He kicked open the bathroom door. Since only his hands supporting Sehwa’s buttocks and inner thighs were keeping him up, Sehwa eventually had to fumblingly reach back and grab his forearm. Though he said it was fine, one should trust those worth trusting. His nose stung from holding back tears. Having to rely on the man who made him unstable to maintain an unstable position. This was… too strange. Everything was just strange.

“Quickly.”

Due to his tall height, Sehwa’s exposed form was completely visible above the sink. Sehwa weakly dropped his gaze with a flushed face. His naked reflection in the mirror looked utterly pathetic. Earlier he had thought the way his p3nis was tied looked erotic, but now it just looked terrible. It just seemed ridiculous and vulgar.

“Hold up your c0ck.”

“……”

“What. Should I fvck you? Make your c0ck stand up on its own by fvcking you?”

Long fingers greedily gripped his buttocks and inner thighs. Through his spread legs, his slightly open, twitching back entrance was completely exposed. After hesitating, Sehwa finally gripped his p3nis with trembling hands. At least on this subject, Ki Tae-jeong had never once made empty threats.

As his scrotum was pulled up along with his p3nis, the stamp impression on his perineum just below became clearly visible. The stamp must have been coated with special ink, as it gleamed in deep navy blue. Stars, birds, and flowers. It was a pattern he had seen often these past few days… if there was any difference from what was embroidered on clothes, it was that this time there were words written below. Brigadier General Ki Tae-jeong. His rank and name were written below the mark in that familiar neat handwriting without a single sharp edge, often seen in the news.

“I always wondered why they had a stamp made when everything’s done with electronic stamps these days…”

Ki Tae-jeong bit Sehwa’s earlobe gently. His moist breath trailed down from the earlobe to the neck muscle. Sehwa could only groan helplessly while holding his p3nis.

“Guess this is what it was for.”

“Put me… put me down…”

An expensive patch that ordinary people couldn’t even think of buying was binding his p3nis, and a stamp bearing the man’s name was impressed on his perineum. Seeing all this with his own eyes was driving him crazy. A salty taste tinged the end of Sehwa’s pleading voice.

“I’ve seen it, I’ve seen everything… please stop…”

Contrary to the expectation that he would fvck him regardless of crying, Ki Tae-jeong simply put Sehwa down.

Sehwa barely managed to stand while gripping the sink. His inner thighs, which had been spread wide, trembled spasmodically. Perhaps worried he might hurt himself if he collapsed, Ki Tae-jeong pressed close behind him to support his body. Not that it made him feel any more grateful.

“If you need to contact me, use this.”

Ki Tae-jeong placed his phone on the sink counter, pulling it from his jacket’s inner pocket. He even whistled softly, seeming pleased.

“You want me to keep this?”

“Yes. Answer every call that comes through.”

Urgent military messages came through his dedicated watch anyway. Any phone calls could be safely ignored, but Ki Tae-jeong deliberately used a stern voice, finding Sehwa’s confusion cute and amusing.

“It could be something urgent.”

“But, but why give this to me…”

“Because it’s dangerous outside.”

Sehwa was dumbfounded. The most dangerous thing to him right now was none other than this man.

“And this… I was planning to give you this later.”

He pulled out a card from his wallet. Only the bank’s hologram logo was embedded in one corner of the plain front face. It was that bank where one needed several references from 5-star district residents just to open an account. Of course, Sehwa had only heard rumors about it; this was his first time seeing the actual card.

“Use it freely. Buy lots of cake that you like.”

“With this?”

Still trapped in Ki Tae-jeong’s embrace, there was nowhere to escape. The black card reflected in the mirror glinted threateningly like snake scales.

“Using someone else’s credit card is illegal.”

“Why would I be ‘someone else’? And it’s not a credit card, so feel free to use it.”

If it was a debit card, wouldn’t that be even more concerning? He knew that officers had no spending limits. But if this wasn’t a credit card, then how much could it hold, and why would he so casually offer it? Above all, he couldn’t understand the ulterior motive for giving this to him. Sehwa wasn’t against free money, but if this was meant to be held as debt, he wanted to politely decline.

“Still, Brigadier General…”

Ki Tae-jeong placed the card between Sehwa’s parted lips. It was a clear gesture that he wouldn’t accept any more questions or objections. Something heavier and harder than plastic spread his mouth as if to tear it, violently hitting against Sehwa’s teeth. It was a cold, chilling sensation enough to temporarily subdue the rising heat and shame.

“While you’re out, throw away those rags at home and buy some pretty clothes.”

Would Ki Tae-jeong let him wear them if he bought them? Of course not. Ki Tae-jeong lowered his hand and thoroughly stroked Sehwa’s lower half. His movements were especially explicit as he dug between his legs, rubbing the perineum. His touch was languid, as if savoring the letters written there. It wasn’t even embossed, so there was nothing to feel.

“But if you’re in any state less proper than this when you return…”

The man who had decorated all of Sehwa’s intimate places so obscenely met his eyes through the mirror with an innocent face.

“You’ll be fvcked by me until your pvssy juices wash away the stamp completely.”

Ki Tae-jeong’s fingers, curled like a hook, tapped provocatively at Sehwa’s sensitive area, as if teasing him.

“Understood?”

Sehwa blinked. In the mirror, his reflection held the card between his lips, cheeks flushed. A rough thumb was digging into the spot where Ki Tae-jeong’s name was imprinted, rubbing it insistently. Even with his mouth blocked, a muffled whimper escaped him. The tight binding around his aroused tip was unbearable. Finally, Sehwa let his head fall forward, as if he’d plant his face in a shallow bowl of water if one were there.