Kim Min-seok’s mind wasn’t completely blank, just foggy and tired. His body felt limp, and his mind followed suit. He tried to muster strength, but it was futile. All he could do was fight to stay conscious.
“You bastard…” Kim Min-seok cursed Ha Jun-seo.
Ha Jun-seo chuckled softly. “I told you I’d be cruel.”
He tightened the belt another notch, his voice sweet as he whispered. Kim Min-seok was naked, his arms bound behind him, and his legs spread wide, secured to a pole. The exposure was unbearably embarrassing and humiliating.
“Untie me,” Kim Min-seok pleaded.
“Your mouth isn’t for talking, Ha-yoon.”
“Ha Jun-seo, I’m not joking,” Kim Min-seok said firmly, but Ha Jun-seo was unmoved.
“Hmm… I wanted to hear you cry, but maybe not today.”
“No, please…” Kim Min-seok shook his head in panic, seeing the strange device in Ha Jun-seo’s hand—a ball gag with leather straps.
“Then you won’t misuse your mouth?”
Kim Min-seok nodded instead of answering, a clever move to avoid giving Ha Jun-seo an excuse to use the gag.
“Hmm… Always so cunning. If you had spoken, I would have gagged you anyway.”
“So, where should I start pampering you?” Ha Jun-seo trailed the tip of a black riding crop over Kim Min-seok’s pale skin. The cool, leathery touch made him flinch.
“As expected… let’s start with your favorite.”
Ha Jun-seo flipped Kim Min-seok onto his stomach. With his arms bound, he had no support and ended up face down, ass in the air.
“Ugh…”
“Your hole… still so red and ripe. Choi Sang-hyuk must have pampered you well. I’m jealous.”
The crop’s tip teased his exposed entrance.
“Ugh, ugh…” Kim Min-seok could only moan softly, writhing as the crop lightly tapped his ass. The anticipation of a strike made his body tremble.
“You know what? Ha-yoon, your ass is so pale and pretty. It makes me want to turn it red every time I see it.”
With that, Ha Jun-seo tossed the riding crop aside. Kim Min-seok felt a brief moment of relief, but it was short-lived. Soft hands began to caress his buttocks.
“You can’t speak, but crying is allowed,” Ha Jun-seo said, raising his hand.
Smack!
“Ah!”
Smack!
“Ugh!”
Smack!
“Ugh!”
Three sharp slaps stung Kim Min-seok’s skin, the pain radiating through his flesh. Bound and helpless, the humiliation mixed with a strange thrill. He bit his lip, determined not to beg.
“So pretty,” Ha Jun-seo murmured, stroking the reddened skin before striking again.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Ha Jun-seo’s touch was skillful, delivering pain without causing Kim Min-seok to scream. Each strike sent waves of sensation through his body, reaching his cock.
“Ah, already hard? So lewd.”
“Ugh…”
Smack!
“Ugh.”
Smack!
“Ah!”
Striking the other cheek brought a different kind of pain. Ha Jun-seo was right; Kim Min-seok’s cock was throbbing, aching with each blow. The pleasure was almost unbearable.
“Leaking again,” Ha Jun-seo observed, his pale hand wrapping around Kim Min-seok’s dripping cock. It twitched in his grasp, eager for more. Kim Min-seok involuntarily lifted his hips, desperate for Ha Jun-seo to stroke him faster.
“Ah, ugh…”
“You want me to stroke it?”
“Ugh…” Kim Min-seok moaned in response, but Ha Jun-seo pulled his hand away, trailing his wet fingers down to Kim Min-seok’s entrance.
“Should I devour you here today?”
“No, please don’t!” Kim Min-seok cried out, forgetting his resolve to stay silent.
“Oh?”
Ha Jun-seo made a strange noise, his fingers still teasing Kim Min-seok’s entrance.
“Choi… Choi Sang-hyuk said he’d check later…” Kim Min-seok stammered.
“Ah, so he doesn’t want me touching your ass?” Ha Jun-seo asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Ugh…” Kim Min-seok moaned in response, fearing Ha Jun-seo might insert his finger. But Ha Jun-seo withdrew his hand.
“Well, fine. If the main wife says not to touch the back, the concubine shouldn’t disobey. I don’t want to cause trouble for Ha-yoon.”
Ha Jun-seo turned Kim Min-seok to face him. Kim Min-seok flinched at the sight of Ha Jun-seo’s smile—cold and distant, unlike his usual warmth.
“So, instead…” Ha Jun-seo trailed off, grasping Kim Min-seok’s erection. “I’ll play with this hole.”
Kim Min-seok blinked in confusion, not understanding Ha Jun-seo’s intentions. Ha Jun-seo chuckled softly and stood up, walking to a large dresser. He returned with a flat box.
“Know what this is?” Ha Jun-seo asked, opening the box to reveal several silver metal rods on red velvet. They resembled large needles but with blunt tips and rings at the other end. Some were smooth, others beaded, varying in thickness.
Kim Min-seok looked at the rods, a sense of dread washing over him. Ha Jun-seo picked up the thinnest, smoothest rod.
“This is a urethral sound,” Ha Jun-seo explained.
“Urethra…? No way…” Kim Min-seok gasped in horror.
“No, please, not that,” Kim Min-seok begged, shaking his head.
“Still talking, I see,” Ha Jun-seo said, picking up the ball gag he had discarded earlier. He forced it into Kim Min-seok’s mouth, securing it behind his head.
“Mmmph!” Kim Min-seok mumbled in protest, his pleas now muffled.
Kim Min-seok’s mouth was gagged, saliva dripping from the corners of his lips. He shook his head weakly, but this only deepened Ha Jun-seo’s smile.
“You’ve forgotten how to play, so I gave you something to relax. Your body feels weak, right? Don’t force it. Just follow my lead, and I’ll make you feel good.”
“Mmmph…”
Stop it, you bastard! Kim Min-seok cursed silently, but the drugs made his body limp, and the gag muffled his words. His legs, spread wide and restrained, left him exposed and vulnerable. Ha Jun-seo gently stroked Kim Min-seok’s erection before bringing the blunt tip of the urethral sound to his urethra. The cold metal against his sensitive flesh made Kim Min-seok tremble in fear.
“Choi Sang-hyuk might have used your mouth and ass, but this hole is mine alone. I’m thrilled to be the first and last.”
Ha Jun-seo began to insert the sound, the sight of it disappearing into Kim Min-seok’s body making him feel faint.
“Mmmph…”
The metal rod, with its smooth, rounded tip, slid slowly into his urethra. Instead of pain, it brought a strange, unsettling sensation that made his toes curl. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt a place that should never be violated being invaded.
“Huh… uh…”
Kim Min-seok found himself moaning softly, a mix of mild excitement, fear, and pleasure. Surprisingly, he felt a hint of pleasure even as his urethra was penetrated.
“Our Ha-yoon can take it in any hole. Born to be lewd, aren’t you?”
