SS 5 Part 1

Side Story #5. The Kindest Master in the World

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin moaned, his head buried in the pillow as he felt the vibrations deep inside him. He wanted to reach down and remove the object that was causing him so much discomfort, but his wrists were handcuffed and tied to the bedpost, making it impossible.

“It’s… hng… too much…”

He was on all fours, his ass sticking up in the air. The sensation, intensifying with each passing moment, was becoming unbearable, more pain than pleasure. 

“Hng…!”

Smack! A red welt appeared on his ass. Bomin winced, his forehead, damp with sweat, rubbing against the sheets.

“You need to maintain your posture.”

Yoon Bisam, having undone his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, revealed a network of blue veins on his forearms. His dark blue tie was clipped to his shirt. 

It was their date night. They had dinner at a restaurant with a panoramic view of Seoul, then returned to the mansion.

Yoon Bisam’s bedroom was as meticulous as his personality. The most prominent features were the large bed and the display cabinet taking up an entire wall.

“I think… I need something a bit narrower.”

He had been watching Bomin’s trembling body, his eyes fixated on the welts that were already forming on his pale skin. He walked over to the cabinet, where an array of paddles, similar to the one he was holding, was neatly arranged on a shelf.

The cabinet also held ropes, a rotator, a urethral catheter, a gag, handcuffs… 

The collection, illuminated by a red light, was both impressive and intimidating. He set down the paddle he was holding, his fingers trailing over the others. 

His eyes, as they moved from the paddles to Bomin, were filled with a strange heat. 

“30 cm should do. Or… would you prefer a rattan cane?” 

“Hng, no… Please… untie me…”

“You need more training. I told you to use formal language on the bed.”

Yoon Bisam clicked his tongue. Bomin had requested something… different, so they had decided on roleplaying. He had told Bomin to call him “Master,” but it seemed like Bomin was going to resist him as much as possible. 

He walked back to the bed, the leather paddle in his hand. Bomin, on all fours, was naked, except for his white socks. 

Yoon Bisam, in contrast, had only removed his jacket, his attire still impeccable. 

“Haa…”

He blew on Bomin’s hole. The simple act made Bomin’s body twitch, his balls tightening.

His hole quivered, revealing a glimpse of his inner flesh. It should have been slick with c*m, but… there was something else inside.

“c*ck… I want a c*ck…”

Bomin, turning his head, looked at Yoon Bisam, his eyes pleading. Yoon Bisam enjoyed SM play, but he never used dildos on Bomin.

He was using something… similar, but it wasn’t the same as being filled with a real c*ck. 

Bomin had been aroused from the moment he saw Yoon Bisam tonight. He looked good in his Esper uniform, but… he looked even better in a suit. 

His long hair was neatly tied back, making him look more like a model than an Esper. 

Bomin, picturing his toned body beneath the suit, his thick c*ck, had eaten his steak with gusto. 

He had secretly been hoping for a quickie at the restaurant, but Yoon Bisam had been a gentleman, escorting him back to the mansion. 

Of course, the moment they entered the bedroom, all bets were off. 

“Do it, Master.”

“Hng…”

Yoon Bisam’s eyes darkened at Bomin’s plea. Instead of pulling out his c*ck, he trailed his fingers across the welts on Bomin’s ass.

“Is it that difficult to say?”

He chuckled as Bomin’s lips trembled, but he remained silent. 

“You’re already at your limit.”

He lifted Bomin’s c*ck and balls with the paddle. The pink flesh twitched, as if sensing his gaze.

Prec*m dripped down, staining the leather. Yoon Bisam, rubbing the slick paddle against Bomin’s perineum, smirked. 

“Stop…”

Bomin’s hips twisted, trying to escape the unbearable tickling. And then… he felt a sharp pain on his ass. 

“Ah, ah…” 

The paddle had intentionally missed his hole, making his entrance clench shut. He gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists.

He straightened his legs, trying to hold himself up. He wasn’t going to give in that easily, not before Yoon Bisam even touched his c*ck. 

“Master.”

Yoon Bisam, his gaze fixed on the red welts on Bomin’s ass, pressed for a response. Bomin bit his lip, his face flushed.

It was just roleplaying, but… he couldn’t bring himself to call Yoon Bisam “Master.” 

“You need more training, it seems.” 

Smack, smack, smack.

The sound of leather against flesh echoed through the spacious bedroom. 

“Hng, ah, ugh…” 

Bomin finally collapsed, unable to endure the pain. Yoon Bisam, without a word, lifted his ass and pulled his legs back, his hand gripping his ankles. 

He positioned Bomin, making it easier to administer the punishment. Then, he trailed the edge of the paddle across his thighs and calves, teasing him.

“Hold yourself up. If you collapse again, you won’t get any c*ck tonight.”

“That’s… not fair…! Ah, ah…!” 

He moaned as he felt something inside him, something… not a c*ck. He struggled against his restraints. 

“I… hng… don’t like this…” 

Yoon Bisam, seeing Bomin thrashing, his hair falling across his face, withdrew the paddle.

“You know what I want, Lee Bomin.”

He bent down, his lips pressing against Bomin’s shoulder blade, which was clearly defined beneath his taut skin. It was a gentle kiss, a stark contrast to his rough handling of Bomin’s ass.

“Hng, ah, mhm…” 

Bomin closed his eyes, his body trembling. He couldn’t escape the feeling of that object inside him, rubbing against his prostate. 

“…Master.”

The word finally left his lips. Yoon Bisam smiled, his cold eyes softening.

Smack!

Another red welt appeared on his ass.

“Hng, why…?”

He had finally said it, and yet… he was being punished? Bomin opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Yoon Bisam’s.

“You deserve a reward.”

“What…?”

The kind of reward Bomin was hoping for was different from what Yoon Bisam had in mind. 

“Maintain your position.” 

Yoon Bisam continued to spank him, leaving no part of his ass untouched. Bomin gritted his teeth, struggling to hold himself up.

He knew that if he collapsed again, Yoon Bisam would probably tie him up with ropes or belts. He didn’t mind the sensation, but… tonight, he wanted to focus on roleplaying.

The paddle landed squarely on Bomin’s ass, sending a jolt of pain through him, his neck tensing. The vibration traveled deep inside, shaking his insides.

And then… the object lodged inside him twitched, making his eyes widen. 

“Ah, haa…!”

Bomin’s breath hitched, the pain and pleasure from his ass shooting up his spine and into his head. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks.

His ass clenched involuntarily as the paddle struck him again. The pain was searing, spreading across his b*ttocks like wildfire.

It would have been easier if it was just pain. But the pleasure that came with it, riding on the back of the pain, made Bomin gasp for air. 

His back arched, his muscles twitching like a fish out of water. His hard c*ck, neglected, rubbed against his stomach.

“I want to… c*m…”

Bomin’s body, used to coming from being f*cked, refused to release. The paddle struck him again.

“Hng, ah…!” 

His back arched, his toes curling. He couldn’t swallow, his saliva dripping onto the sheets.

The heat from his ass spread, his insides burning. His hole clenched as the object inside him was pushed deeper.

It wasn’t attached to a string. Bomin panicked, his mind filled with images of it getting lost inside him.

“Relax.”

“Ah… ugh… haa…”

Yoon Bisam told him to relax, but he couldn’t, not with the relentless spanking. His hole clenched even tighter.

“Hng… Ugh…”

“You’re struggling already? We’ve just started.”

Yoon Bisam, hearing his muffled sobs, paused. They had decided on a safe word before starting.

“If you can’t take it anymore, just say the word.” 

The safe word was “ice.” Yoon Bisam, his hand gently rubbing Bomin’s stomach, told him he could stop.

“N-No…” 

“You sure you can handle it?”

“Mhm…”

Bomin hesitated, then shook his head. Yoon Bisam, as if to reward him, moved his hand to Bomin’s chest, his fingers teasing his n*pples. 

They were incredibly sensitive, untouched until now. Bomin’s body trembled under his touch. Yoon Bisam, his fingers gently pinching and rolling Bomin’s n*pples, checked his reaction. 

“There’s no room left to spank.”

“Hng…”

His ass was a mess of red welts. Tears streamed down his face. His lips were parted, his moans making the sheets wet. 

Yoon Bisam’s gaze fell on Bomin’s twitching c*ck.

“You’re getting hard from being spanked now?”

His c*ck was flushed, the tip leaking prec*m. A smile played on Yoon Bisam’s lips.

Yoon Bisam’s hand moved to Bomin’s tailbone, pressing the edge of the paddle against it. It was one of Bomin’s sensitive spots.

“Ah, ugh…” 

He groaned, his hips bucking as Yoon Bisam pressed harder. He clutched the sheets, trying to hold himself up. 

He seemed to be getting used to it, so Yoon Bisam moved the paddle, pressing it against his balls.

The pressure increased, making him fear his balls might burst. He reached back, trying to protect himself, but his hands were still bound.

“My hands… please… hng…”

The rope was long, but not long enough for him to reach back. 

“Maintain your position.”

Yoon Bisam, ignoring his plea, pressed the paddle against his back. Bomin, his head buried in the sheets, pushed his ass back. 

“Stay like that. If you want my c*ck.”