SS 5 Part 3

“Ahhngh…”

Bomin moaned as he was moved, his insides scraping against Yoon Bisam’s c*ck. 

“When… did you…?” 

“It seems… I’ll have to shorten the rope. It’s too dangerous like this.”

Bomin had meant for him to untie him, but Yoon Bisam, instead, shortened the rope, his hands now above his head. Bomin blinked in surprise. 

“Take a deep breath.”

Bomin’s c*ck, fully erect, leaked prec*m. Yoon Bisam, dipping the tip of the rod into it, lubricated it. 

He then circled the tip around Bomin’s hole, making Bomin swallow hard. His hole clenched, his body tensing.

“Hng…”

He slowly pushed it in, Bomin’s hole stretching to accommodate it. It was thin, but the textured surface made him shiver. 

Bomin’s feet scraped against the sheets. Yoon Bisam, seeing him tense up, paused, his c*ck moving slowly inside him.

Bomin’s head, buried in the pillow, rubbed against the fabric, his moans muffled. His thighs trembled as Yoon Bisam’s c*ck brushed against his sensitive spot. 

“Hng, ah…”

Bomin’s head lolled back, his mouth rubbing against the saliva-soaked pillowcase. His thighs trembled as his c*ck, pressed against Yoon Bisam’s stomach, twitched. 

Yoon Bisam, sensing the moment Bomin relaxed, continued to push the rod in. Bomin’s throat tightened, his c*ck throbbing.

The small jewel at the tip of the rod sparkled in the dim light. Bomin, his eyes filled with tears, looked down at it. His chest heaved, his breath shallow.

“Is it… all the way in…?”

“Yes. Good boy.”

Yoon Bisam stroked his c*ck, his voice a low murmur.

“Ah, ah…” 

Bomin bucked his hips. The sensation, sharp and tingling, spread from his c*ck to his insides. Yoon Bisam’s jaw clenched as he felt Bomin’s hole tightening around him. 

He wanted to move, to bury himself deeper inside Bomin, but he restrained himself, bending down to nuzzle Bomin’s neck.

“Hng… it feels weird…”

Bomin whimpered, his voice strained. Yoon Bisam had only leaned closer, but the sensation was intense. Yoon Bisam, lifting his head, peppered his face with kisses. 

When he straightened up, the darkness that had clouded his eyes was gone. 

“You’ll feel good soon.” 

He twisted the end of the rod, making it spin. Bomin’s c*ck, already red and swollen, seemed to darken with each rotation. 

It looked delicious, as if it would taste sweet. He wanted to taste it, but… his c*ck was in the way. Instead, he stroked it with his fingers, tracing the veins.

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Bomin’s hips buckled, his c*ck twitching. His inner walls, as if they were alive, clung to Yoon Bisam’s c*ck, refusing to let go. 

“You like that? You’re going to break my c*ck.”

Bomin, unable to reply, gasped for breath, his hands, still bound, struggling against the restraints. He wanted to say something, but the pleasure was too intense. 

“Want me to uncuff you?” 

Bomin nodded weakly. Yoon Bisam, his gaze fixated on Bomin’s ass, effortlessly released the handcuffs.

“Don’t… hng… stop…”

Bomin, his hands finally free, reached for him, his touch desperate. Yoon Bisam’s eyes darkened. 

He lifted Bomin, settling him on his lap. Bomin moaned as he was lifted, the sudden movement making his insides clench around Yoon Bisam’s c*ck. He wrapped his arms around Yoon Bisam’s neck, his tear-stained cheek rubbing against his broad shoulder. 

“…You’re getting more and more beautiful… it’s driving me crazy.” 

Yoon Bisam looked at Bomin, his gaze lingering on his flushed face. He loved this, seeing Bomin so vulnerable, so completely his. He resumed thrusting, unable to resist the urge as Bomin met his gaze. 

He reached for the rod, twisting it slowly. Bomin cried out, his body trembling as the textured surface scraped against his sensitive urethra. 

“Hng, ah… haa… ah…”

Bomin’s neck arched, his body fragile. Yoon Bisam felt a pang of sympathy, but he didn’t stop. 

He pounded into Bomin, his movements rough, making Bomin’s thighs clench. Bomin’s hands, clenched into fists, gripped the sheets. 

His balls ached with the need to release, but the rod, blocking his urethra, prevented him. He felt the pressure building, the jewel at the tip of the rod throbbing. 

“Swallow it.”

But the rod was pushed back in, the sensation making Yoon Bisam groan. Yoon Bisam twisted the rod, pushing it all the way back in. 

Yoon Bisam’s large hand supported Bomin’s back, keeping him upright. Bomin was trapped, his body at Yoon Bisam’s mercy.

“Haa… I want to… c*m… Please… I need to c*m…” 

His voice was a desperate plea. Yoon Bisam, hearing the longing in his voice, groaned. He felt himself losing control every time he was with Bomin.

It wasn’t getting easier. It was getting worse, the thirst intensifying with each encounter. It was only quenched momentarily, the ache returning stronger than before. 

Like now. 

“Ah… Hyung… please…” 

Bomin, his voice breaking, clung to Yoon Bisam’s neck, using a term of endearment he rarely used. Yoon Bisam’s jaw clenched as Bomin’s hole tightened around him. 

It was a feeling similar to holding back a full bladder, but… different. It was a desperate need to release, his c*ck throbbing painfully. But the rod, blocking his urethra, wouldn’t budge. 

Yoon Bisam’s thrusts made his c*ck, pierced by the rod, sway between their bodies. It was an unbearable torture, his c*ck aching, flushed a deeper red than usual. 

He reached down, his fingers fumbling for the rod. 

“Not yet.”

“Whyyy…?” 

When would he be allowed to c*m? 

He felt like he could kiss Yoon Bisam’s feet, anything, just to be allowed to c*m. The pleasure, denied, was building, pushing him to his limit. 

His face contorted with frustration, tears welling up in his large eyes and spilling down his cheeks.

“Master… please…”

He whimpered, using the title he had been avoiding. Yoon Bisam, hearing him, finally relented. He stopped twisting the rod, his arm wrapping around Bomin’s waist, holding him in place. 

His c*ck, trapped between their bodies, throbbed painfully. Bomin flinched, trying to pull away, but Yoon Bisam’s thrust was swift, his c*ck burying itself deep inside. 

“Ah, ah, ah…!”

His insides were scraped raw, Yoon Bisam’s thick c*ck mercilessly churning him. He bucked his hips, trying to escape, but he was trapped, his body writhing helplessly. 

His ass, his waist, his thighs… they all trembled. The pleasure, building, refused to be denied. He couldn’t even cry properly, his mouth open, his body frozen.

Yoon Bisam’s hands moved to his chest, his fingers pinching his n*pples. The jewel, lodged in his urethra, throbbed as he felt his n*pples being twisted and rolled. 

“Haa… you’re so tight…”

Yoon Bisam’s c*ck pulsed inside him as he felt Bomin’s n*pples hardening beneath his touch. He came, unable to hold back any longer, his c*m flooding Bomin.

At the same time, he pulled the rod out of Bomin’s c*ck. Bomin’s eyes flew open, his body trembling as the rod scraped against his sensitive urethra.

“Hng, ah, ah…!” 

Something spurted from his c*ck, something that wasn’t c*m or pee. It landed on their chests, a thick, milky fluid. 

He twisted his hips, surprised by the strange sensation. Not just his body, but the sheets beneath him were soaked. He blushed, realizing it was his own fluid.

Yoon Bisam didn’t let go, even as Bomin came. His hands moved from Bomin’s chest to his hips, his grip tightening as he thrust upwards. 

“Ah, hng… ugh…”

Bomin closed his eyes, his body writhing, desperate to escape the overwhelming pleasure. He loved s*x, but tonight… he was struggling to maintain even a semblance of control.

His c*ck, which had softened momentarily, hardened again, throbbing inside Yoon Bisam. It felt like the pleasure was spreading from his ass, reaching his brain, consuming him. 

His eyes rolled back in his head, his body trembling. He couldn’t close his mouth, his lips parted, gasping for air. 

Yoon Bisam licked away the saliva that was dripping down his chin. He caught Bomin’s tongue with his own, sucking on it. 

“Hng, ah…” 

He felt like a mindless doll, his body moving only in response to Yoon Bisam’s touch. He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Yoon Bisam’s, pleading for a break.

The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful. He was desperate for a break, even a short one. His eyelashes were wet with tears, clinging together whenever he blinked.

His c*ck was buried so deep inside him that it felt like it was going to come out of his mouth. His insides stretched to accommodate it, his walls clinging to the withdrawing c*ck as if they couldn’t bear to let go.

“Are you sure you’re tired? Your hole is practically begging me to keep fucking you.”

Even though he was lost in lust, Yoon Bisam was still paying attention to Bomin’s condition. He had been moving slowly, but then he had felt Bomin’s c*ck hardening against him, and he had sped up.

“N-No… Hng… ah…”

“That’s not what your body is saying. Look.”

Yoon Bisam tilted Bomin’s chin up, forcing him to look down. Bomin’s eyes widened. He was exhausted, his body aching, and yet… there it was, his c*ck, hard and throbbing.

“But… I’m really tired…”

Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice cracking. Every day was filled with s*x. He was only one person, and yet… there were so many who craved him.

And they were all so… enduring. Even Kim Seohun, the Guide, had been diligently working out, his physique now rivaling that of an Esper.

Tears welled up in his eyes, his voice cracking. Every day was filled with s*x. He was only one person, and yet… there were so many who craved him.

And they were all so… enduring. Even Kim Seohun, the Guide, had been diligently working out, his physique now rivaling that of an Esper.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“Hnnggg…”

Yoon Bisam laid him down on the bed, his legs hooking over Yoon Bisam’s shoulders. Their faces were inches apart, their breaths mingling.

Bomin looked up at him, his eyes filled with tears. Yoon Bisam felt as if he was drowning in them.

They were dark, so dark that his pupils were barely visible, but the tears made them shine, brighter than ever.

He felt dizzy, his heart pounding as he gazed into those eyes, those eyes that held only him.

“Lee Bomin.”

“Mhm, hng…”

Bomin, unable to help himself, moaned, his body reacting to the c*ck moving inside him. His eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly’s wings.

“I love you.”

And with those words, Yoon Bisam closed his eyes, his lips pressing against Bomin’s.