“Ahng, ahng, sob! Ah, there, ahuck!”
“Yan, shall we try it in the park tomorrow? This lewd body with absolutely no patience seems like it might learn something that way.”
“Ah, no, not that, ah!”
Yan’s tears streamed down his face. Some saliva had probably leaked out as well. He knew his face must look ridiculous, but he had no luxury to think about that. When his lower bodily fluids couldn’t be released and he was dying from it, shouldn’t he at least release the fluids from above?
“Master, I’m sorry for not finishing my homework, I want it removed… this, huyk! I want it removed.”
Crying and speaking like that, he looked like he was throwing a tantrum. Procion looked down at Yan’s flushed cheeks. Perhaps because of the tears, his cheeks were glistening, and for some reason, Procion wanted to bite them.
‘Well, then I should just bite them.’
Why should he hold back? In this moment, he was the master of Yan Circuitz, so he acted without hesitation.
“Ah, aah.”
The reddened cheeks looked almost like apples. Of course, they tasted salty rather than sour. Procion didn’t mind and stroked his cheek. Even that was a stimulation, causing Yan to hiccup and cry. No matter how much he licked, the tears didn’t diminish.
“Master, Master, hic…”
“Well, it would have been so much better if you had completed your homework properly.”
Procion patted Yan’s cheek. There was a slight teeth mark on the cheek he had just bitten. He had intended to bite gently, but it seemed he couldn’t control his strength.
“Haak!”
As Procion suddenly increased his pace, Yan arched his back. Every time his inner walls were strongly penetrated, stars burst before his eyes. His swollen dick felt sore. He wished it would really end now, and he resented both Procion, who kept making him feel pleasure, and himself, who kept accepting it all.
“…!”
Procion’s rapidly moving body suddenly slowed. At the same time, Yan could feel Procion withdrawing from his body.
“Please, please let me finish too, Master…”
Yan sniffled as he pleaded. Procion’s ejaculation felt like a good sign. He had a reasonable hope that since Procion had finished, he would now allow him to finish as well.
However, Procion smiled widely, almost cruelly, and said:
“Not yet.”
“Huyk…”
“It seems like you’ve only been enjoying yourself instead of learning patience?”
Procion spoke while flicking Yan’s dick. This caused his dick to wobble like a roly-poly toy. Its tip was slightly wet with leaking ejaculate.
“Ah, no. I didn’t enjoy it…”
It was true that he had felt pleasure, but could it really be said that he ‘enjoyed’ it? There’s a saying about the carrot and the stick, meaning guiding someone through rewards and punishments. In Procion’s case, he used the stick and the stick. The carrot he used was punishment, and the stick, needless to say, was also punishment.
“With your dick standing up like this, are you saying that sincerely?”
“It’s true, I didn’t enjoy it…”
Even the gentle touch between his thighs was already no different from punishment. Procion looked down at Yan’s slightly trembling thighs. His lower body, significantly whiter than his upper body due to lack of sun exposure, was glistening with lubricant and semen. It was quite lewd.
“…Master?”
Yan called out to him, suppressing his anxious feelings. Was it just his imagination that Procion seemed to be licking his lips? He hoped it was.
“Yan, are you really that uncomfortable?”
“Yes, truly.”
“And you’ve reflected a lot?”
“Yes, yes.”
Yan nodded without thinking deeply. He was determined to agree with whatever Procion said.
“What did you reflect on?”
“…My homework, that, that is, disobeying the order not to ejaculate.”
“Yes, because you’re so lewd, you leaked all over just because someone touched you a bit. And?”
“And, and…”
Yan rolled his eyes. He felt like he had already mentioned all his wrongdoings, and couldn’t figure out what else was left.
However, when Procion blew on his dick, Yan had no choice but to blurt out whatever came to mind.
“Ahuck, so! I forgot the vibrator… Ah! I, I hesitated when you told me to undress.”
“Yes, that was wrong too.”
So maybe we should stay like this a bit longer?
Procion added that as if joking, but to Yan, it didn’t feel like a joke at all. If that happened, his dick might melt into a puddle.
“Master, Master, please…”
“Well, since it’s commendable that you kept the ring on until the end, I’ll let you off here.”
Finally…!
Yan felt impatient. It seemed Procion had finally decided to release him. When he wriggled his hips in urgency, Procion slapped his thigh as if telling him to stay still. Even that stinging pain felt like an inexplicable thrill, which was troublesome.
“It’s better to stay still.”
At Procion’s words, Yan tried to relax his body. It was better, as Procion advised. The catheter, just as difficult to insert, was equally challenging to remove.
“Ahng…”
“Don’t be impatient, just stay still.”
Procion chided him, but it wasn’t an easy task. Every time the metal rod slowly pulled out, the entrance of his urethra tingled. He seemed to have gotten somewhat used to the pain of being spanked, but this was a type of pain he had never experienced before in his life.
“…Ungh.”
“It’s all out. There, good boy.”
Looking down, indeed, he saw his own organ, now without the catheter or crystal decoration. But Yan still groaned in discomfort. Just because the catheter was gone didn’t mean he could ejaculate immediately. Perhaps because it had been blocked for so long, the semen still circulated inside.
“Ugh, huyk. Hueng…”
In the end, Yan wept loudly. If before it had been physiological tears, this time he was crying because he truly wanted to cry. He was in pain from being fully erect, wanting to ejaculate quickly and be comfortable, but it wasn’t happening as he wished. He tried to recall how he had ejaculated before, but even that feeling couldn’t be remembered.
“Oh dear. You’re crying.”
Procion clicked his tongue as if troubled, but he didn’t truly look troubled. Rather, he was staring down at Yan as if looking at an interesting spectacle. Though Yan found Procion quite hateful for this, he couldn’t complain about the kindness that followed.
“Ahuck!”
“I’m helping you, shh. Don’t be startled.”
True to his words about helping, Procion’s touch was quite kind. He wrapped his hand around Yan’s swollen dick and slowly stroked it.
With a touch like soothing a small child, Yan gasped for breath. He wasn’t sure if it was just a feeling, but the semen in his dick seemed to be sloshing around.
“Good boy.”
Words like those used to coax a child. It was inappropriate for an adult like Yan, but amusingly, at that moment, Yan ejaculated.
“Ah, ah…!”
Every time the semen spurted out, the entrance of his urethra stung with a tingling sensation. However, the pleasure of ejaculating after holding back to the limit was more intense than ever before. Yan trembled with his waist arched back. He felt like a beast without reason.
“Next time, don’t ejaculate carelessly. Understood?”
“…Yes.”
Procion planted a kiss on his chest with a smacking sound. Yan realized that the play had ended.
“Well done.”
After briefly leaving the bedroom, Procion returned with a towel in his hand. The towel was warm and damp, as if it had been soaked in hot water. Procion used it to wipe Yan’s body.
“…Ungh.”
Moving his body as Procion directed, Yan groaned. Perhaps due to his vigorous struggling during the play, various parts of his body felt strained. Despite regularly exercising and being no stranger to muscle pain, this was a different kind of exercise, so his body seemed to be tired.
‘Fortunately, tomorrow is a day off, so I should rest properly.’
The fatigue from the overwork of the past week came rushing in, making his vision blur. The warm towel’s touch made him feel even more drowsy. When it was too tiresome to move even a finger, it was fortunate that Procion was handling the cleanup. Although it was a bit embarrassing, Yan boldly accepted his service.
“Yan, lift your legs a moment.”
“Ugh, my thighs are strained…”
“If I leave it, the semen will dry up and stick.”
Procion lightly chided him and wiped between Yan’s legs with the towel. Yan watched him while leaning his waist against the pillow.
Due to his slightly lowered head, Procion’s hair was falling downward. The golden hair, like gold thread, swayed delicately. Beneath it, his prominent nose bridge and perfectly plump lips could be glimpsed.
‘He is handsome. Really, he is handsome.’
Yan licked his lips, newly realizing this fact. Procion was so handsome that, if Yan didn’t have someone named Sirius who was his lover (he wished, please!), he might have fallen for Procion.
Come to think of it, Procion’s excellence wasn’t just in his face. His dick was undoubtedly excellent, and judging by how he had saved Yan at the ‘Awesome-bl’, his personality seemed decent too. Given that he was staying long-term at this kind of hotel, he must be wealthy, and he seemed good at sex too…
