SS 5 Part 2

Yoon Bisam positioned Bomin perfectly, then lightly tapped his ass with the paddle. 

“Hng, ah, mhm…”

It was a light tap, but his ass was already swollen, and the pain was sharper than he expected. His ass cheeks quivered, the sensation traveling down to his tailbone. 

The aftershocks lingered, his whole body tingling. 

“Don’t lift your hips. I need a better view.”

Yoon Bisam, his gaze fixated on Bomin’s quivering hole, moved the paddle, striking his lower ass cheek. Smack! Another red welt appeared.

His skin was so pale that the marks stood out, like red orchids painted on white silk. He might have sounded calm, but his c*ck, straining against his pants, was hard. 

“Ah, ugh… it’s so… itchy…” 

His insides itched, the feeling unbearable. He clenched his hole, trying to relieve the sensation. Yoon Bisam wasn’t offering him any relief, his fingers and c*ck nowhere near him. 

“Who taught you to be so disobedient?”

Yoon Bisam, sensing Bomin’s struggle, suddenly thrust three fingers inside. 

“Ahh…!”

Bomin gasped, his body stiffening, drool dripping down his chin. 

“It went in pretty deep.” 

He had intentionally inserted a rotor without a string. Bomin’s hole, stretched from years of taking c*cks, was smooth and accommodating.

The small, oval-shaped rotor had easily slipped inside.

“I’m going to fill you with water. Get the rotor out yourself. Can you do that?”

Yoon Bisam had given up on removing it manually. He could reach it, but… fisting was something they all avoided.

Even Han Biseong, the most aggressive one, wasn’t interested in anything besides c*cks. Yoon Bisam had even gotten rid of all the d*ldos in his collection.

“No… no…” 

Bomin, realizing what he was planning, shook his head frantically. 

“Too late.”

A jet of water, conjured by Yoon Bisam, shot into Bomin’s hole. Bomin shivered, the coldness of the water a stark contrast to the heat in his body. 

“I’ll keep filling you until your lower abdomen is swollen.”

“Ugh…”

Yoon Bisam trailed the edge of the paddle across Bomin’s flat stomach. He knew Bomin would clench around his c*ck even tighter if he pressed down on it. 

His own c*ck throbbed, his memories stirring. But he held back, wanting to savor the moment.

“Ah… my stomach…”

Bomin’s lower abdomen began to swell. The flow of water continued, filling him up. 

“Open up. You need to let the rotor out.”

Bomin tried to clench his hole, but Yoon Bisam, anticipating his move, spanked his tailbone with the paddle. Bomin’s hole twitched, opening involuntarily.

Yoon Bisam stopped just before Bomin overflowed. 

“Ugh… I need to pee…” 

“Hold it.” 

Yoon Bisam covered Bomin’s hole with the paddle. Bomin, his eyes pleading, looked at him, but Yoon Bisam wouldn’t relent. 

“Ah, hng…”

He finally removed the paddle, his gaze fixed on Bomin’s sweat-drenched back. Bomin, like a dog waiting for a command, looked at him. 

“You can go now.”

“Hng…”

His hole, relaxing, released the water. He strained, his inner muscles pushing the rotor out. 

A whimper escaped his lips. It was a feeling he rarely experienced during s*x. He almost said the safe word, but… he changed his mind. 

He knew that if he endured this, he would be rewarded with mind-blowing pleasure. 

“Hng…”

He pushed, like a child being potty trained. The rotor, lodged deep inside him, slowly moved towards the exit. 

It appeared at the entrance, the tip teasing his stretched hole. And then… his stomach muscles relaxed, and… 

“Ah, no…”

The rotor, like a salmon swimming upstream, slid back in. He trembled. 

His arms and legs were weak. He was exhausted.

“You can do it. Try again.”

Yoon Bisam’s voice was cold, urging him on. 

“Or… do you need more water?”

“No…” 

He had just emptied his bladder; he didn’t want more water. Yoon Bisam, with a flick of his wrist, gathered the spilled water, sending it back into the air. 

It was as clear and pure as before. Bomin, his muscles straining, pushed, his intestines clenching as he focused all his energy on his lower abdomen. 

“Hng, ah…” 

The rotor slowly emerged, its tip teasing his entrance.

Yoon Bisam watched, his eyes fixated, as Bomin expelled the rotor. Bomin, exhausted, gasped for air. 

And yet, he managed to maintain his position. He was a good boy, after all. 

“Good boy. You deserve a reward now.”

He tossed the paddle aside. He unclipped his tie, then removed his shirt. 

He unbuckled his belt, and he could see Bomin’s gaze dropping to his crotch.

“You wanted this so badly, didn’t you?”

“Mhm…” 

His c*ck, freed from his pants, sprang free, its head glistening with prec*m.

“Please… put it in… Master…” 

Bomin, for the first time, used formal language and the title he had been avoiding. Yoon Bisam chuckled, his voice low and husky. 

“Hng…”

He aligned himself, pushing in slowly. Bomin’s hole, stretched from expelling the rotor, easily accommodated him. 

His c*ck slid in, the head disappearing between Bomin’s ass cheeks. 

“You’re… colder than usual.”

Bomin’s inner walls, recently flushed with cold water, felt cool against his c*ck. 

“But… you’re burning up.”

His hand moved to Bomin’s ass, his fingers tracing the red welts.

“Ah, hiii…”

Bomin moaned, his voice strained. His fingers twitched.

“I’ll uncuff you later. You look too beautiful like this.” 

Bomin was helpless, his wrists bound, his hole impaled. Yoon Bisam, his lips brushing against Bomin’s shoulder, buried himself to the hilt, his balls pressing against his perineum. 

“Ugh…” 

Bomin moaned, the pressure intense. His ass ached where it was pressed against Yoon Bisam’s body. 

After giving him a moment to adjust, he started moving. 

“Ah, hng, ah, haa…” 

Bomin’s head hit the headboard, his moans echoing in the room. 

Yoon Bisam, anticipating the impact, quickly grabbed a pillow, placing it behind Bomin’s head. Bomin, however, was too lost in the pleasure to notice. 

“Hng… hii… ah…”

The taste of his c*ck, experienced after so much agonizing anticipation, was intensely pleasurable, a sensation that would linger in his memory. It felt hotter than usual, his clenching walls eagerly pulling it deeper inside.

Bomin’s hole, loosened by the rotor, stretched to accommodate Yoon Bisam’s c*ck with each thrust, then contracted, the muscles gripping him tightly.

“You’re barely even reacting to the pain now.” 

Yoon Bisam pulled back slightly, his fingers gently massaging the sensitive head of his c*ck. Bomin cried out, his voice high-pitched. 

“Ah, hng… D-Don’t… ugh… stop…” 

He knew, of course, that Bomin would only get more aroused the more he protested. 

He ignored Bomin’s pleas, continuing to stroke the sensitive flesh as he slowly pushed back inside.

“Haa…” 

Bomin’s toes curled, his body trembling as a wave of pleasure shot through him.

“Cramp… I have a cramp…”

Yoon Bisam, hearing his pained cry, paused, his c*ck still buried deep inside. He reached down, his hand gently massaging Bomin’s calf. Bomin’s ass clenched as he felt Yoon Bisam’s touch. 

“Ow…” 

“Just a moment.” 

Yoon Bisam’s fingers worked on the knotted muscles, easing the cramp. Bomin’s body relaxed. Yoon Bisam, seizing the opportunity, pulled out almost completely, then slammed back inside. 

Bomin gasped, his back arching, his ass, already swollen from the spanking.

But Yoon Bisam was relentless. Bomin’s eyes unfocused as he was pounded mercilessly. 

The pain was a thin veil over the pleasure. His moans, initially laced with pain, were now pure, unadulterated pleasure. 

“Hng…!”

He rubbed his forehead against the pillow Yoon Bisam had placed beneath his head. His mind went blank as Yoon Bisam’s c*ck hit his prostate again and again. The heat, building inside him, was making him dizzy.

His legs spread wider, his body lowering instinctively. He gasped for air as his face pressed against the pillow, his nose and mouth buried in the soft fabric. 

“You’re needy tonight.”

His tone was teasing, but his voice was soft as he turned Bomin’s head, his hand gently cupping his tear-stained cheek.

He was a monster for thinking that Bomin would look even more beautiful covered in c*m.

“Stick out your tongue.” 

“Mhm…” 

Bomin, obediently, stuck out his tongue. It trembled slightly. Yoon Bisam bent down, capturing it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. 

Their saliva mingled as he sucked on it. Yoon Bisam’s hand, as he kissed Bomin, moved down, his fingers wrapping around his c*ck, which had hardened again. 

He rubbed his thumb against the sensitive head. Bomin’s eyes narrowed, his throat tightening as he felt the pleasurable sensation. 

“Euut…”

“Let’s work on your stamina control tonight.”

“But… “

He hated it when he couldn’t c*m. Yoon Bisam, seeing him hesitate, thrust into him, his movements slow and controlled. 

“Hng, ah, ah…” 

Bomin’s face contorted as his orgasm built, but he couldn’t release. Yoon Bisam, his arm tightening around Bomin’s waist, used his other hand to retrieve something from the cabinet. 

“Don’t tell me…”

Bomin’s eyes widened in recognition as he saw the object in Yoon Bisam’s hand.

“Excited?” 

“No… Hng… wait…” 

It was a long, silver rod, its tip tapered and textured. He knew what it was for; he had used them himself. 

But the Espers he had met here were all so large that he hadn’t even thought about using anything else. 

He had assumed Yoon Bisam meant he would use his fingers to block his urethra. But it seemed… Yoon Bisam had something else in mind. 

“I won’t do it if you don’t want to. Just say the safe word.” 

Yoon Bisam paused, his hand stroking the silver rod. It was one of the thinner ones in his collection. It wouldn’t hurt, but… he would stop if Bomin truly didn’t want it.

Bomin blinked, his eyelashes wet with tears. Yoon Bisam, his c*ck still buried inside him, waited patiently for his answer. 

He might have seemed calm and collected, but… his eyes were slightly narrowed, his cheeks flushed. He was still aroused. 

And his c*ck, still hard, twitched inside Bomin.

“…Please… be gentle…”

Yoon Bisam smiled, a genuine smile he only showed Bomin. Bomin, mesmerized by his smile, watched as Yoon Bisam turned him over.