“You said you could handle it yourself?”
“Yes…”
“Then do it by yourself.”
Procion smiled with narrowed eyes. It seemed he was ordering Yan to masturbate, specifically by stimulating his rear passage. Yan grasped the dildo with trembling hands. Procion continued watching, still with that smiling expression. Though his eyes were as blue as a clear sky, Yan thought he looked quite wicked.
‘I can do this. …Probably.’
Self-penetration was still an unfamiliar act, but hadn’t he inserted a vibrator in the police station bathroom before? Above all, Yan had been penetrated by Procion’s dick. Compared to that, a dildo like this should be nothing.
Yan tensed his thighs and lifted his bottom slightly. When the thin dildo poked at his entrance, he involuntarily flinched. Though he was controlling it himself, it felt strange since it wasn’t a visible part of his body. Nevertheless, Yan admirably pushed the dildo in bit by bit.
There was no lubricant, but penetration wasn’t too difficult. Once the head was inserted, the dick went in smoothly. This was probably due to the dildo’s modest size. Slightly smaller than an average male dick, its only peculiarity was a slight curve. Yan tensed, worried it might suddenly vibrate like the previous vibrator, but fortunately, that didn’t happen.
‘This doesn’t seem right…’
The problem was that it was too calm, excessively so.
Yan slowly moved his hand holding the dildo. As if demonstrating masturbation fundamentals, he inserted and removed, inserted and removed. He merely repeated this action.
Honestly, he didn’t know what else to do. Masturbation isn’t a simple act after all. Stroke, ejaculate. Or get penetrated, reach orgasm. The issue was that he had reached the “get penetrated” part, but what came next was difficult.
“…Ugh.”
What was the problem? Yan bit his lower lip and moved faster. Not content with just moving his hand holding the dildo, he began to rock his hips. However, all he felt was something poking at his inner walls. Far from creating an electrifying pleasure, it only made him feel queasy, like indigestion.
Procion, who had been silently appreciating the scene, finally spoke.
“What’s wrong? Don’t hold back. You’ve been dripping all over. I’ll allow you to come as much as you want.”
“…Master, but.”
Resistance was certainly not allowed. Yet Yan, feeling miserable, wanted to protest. He wanted to say that he couldn’t feel anything with this dildo, that he couldn’t masturbate like this.
As if sensing his thoughts, Procion stood up.
“So a dog in heat can’t do it alone? You need your master to dirty his hands before you can come? Such a dog, with not a shred of loyalty.”
Yan was shocked by Procion’s words. Not because of the vulgar content, but because—as he said—Yan truly felt he couldn’t ejaculate without his “master’s” hands.
Yan continued moving the dildo diligently, his face contorted. However, the act had already transformed from masturbation to something closer to labor. Despite his frantic hand movements, they brought no pleasure, only sweat.
“I, I can do it. I can do it…”
Procion, who had been slowly walking, was now behind the table. As a result, Yan could no longer see him. Afraid that he was abandoning him, Yan kept repeating “I can do it.”
Given his lack of skill in anal masturbation and his tense body, it was actually quite natural that he couldn’t feel pleasure. But Yan didn’t know this. In his clouded mind, the thought arose: ‘I think something’s wrong with my body.’ Perhaps there was an issue with his prostate. Or his libido had decreased. Or maybe…
“It seems your slutty hole can only be satisfied by a real dick.”
“Ah!”
His foot burned. Yan reflexively jerked his body. Then he saw Procion holding a thin switch.
The problematic switch was the same one that had struck Yan’s hole before. Though it was the same implement, the different location created a different sensation. While it had been endlessly painful when hitting his hole, on his foot it was somewhat ticklish.
Whip, whip!
The switch fell twice in succession. Once on the back of Yan’s hand, then on the sole of his foot. It was clearly a warning to remove his hands from his feet. Yan shook his body in bewilderment, like someone burned by fire. He was trying to forget this new type of pain that was both ticklish and painful, but Procion interpreted it differently.
“Shouldn’t you be a bit more modest by now?”
At these words, spoken almost like a sigh, Yan forced himself to stiffen his body that kept wanting to turn around. With his erect dick, unable to properly masturbate, just wiggling his bottom—even to himself, he looked pathetic.
But he couldn’t think of a way out of this situation. Further attempts at masturbation—or rather, moving the dildo—wouldn’t likely lead to successful ejaculation, yet he couldn’t will his erection to subside either. There was simply nothing he could do.
“Master, Master…”
Procion walked in front of Yan. As if telling him to state his business instead of just calling, he silently looked down at Yan.
Yan awkwardly moved his hand holding the dildo. But he still couldn’t continue. Had masturbation always been this difficult? Yan finally uttered his surrender.
“I can’t do it… I’m sorry. I won’t, won’t be in heat anymore. I won’t leak carelessly anymore… so please.”
“Really?”
To this question, asked with a pleased smile, Yan nodded vigorously. He also freely made promises: Yes, really. Then Procion asked again.
“Then do it right now.”
“…What?”
“Stop leaking right now.”
Your semen is dirtying the floor, Procion needlessly added. Yan rolled his green eyes. Then he saw spots of semen that had dripped below.
Realizing this brought a fresh wave of shame. Despite this, his dick wouldn’t easily subside. It felt as if all the blood in his body had rushed there. Yan couldn’t stop his erection through willpower alone.
He pleaded in a small voice.
“Master, …please help me.”
“Alright.”
Unexpectedly, Procion readily agreed. But just as Yan felt relief, the switch fell on the sole of his foot.
“Aagh!”
Due to the surprise, he reflexively tensed his muscles, squeezing the dildo with his inner walls. When the slightly curved tip pressed against a certain point, rather than subsiding, blood rushed even more to his erection. Milky fluid was forming at the tip of Yan’s dick, which was pointing straight up. It looked almost like tears.
“It, it hurts…”
“But I have no choice if I want to help you, Yan.”
Procion spoke in a composed voice.
“If it hurts, you can’t calmly keep an erection.”
Whip! As soon as he finished speaking, the switch fell sharply. Until now, the tickling sensation had outweighed the pain, but this time it stung considerably. His foot was probably swollen. Yan wanted to turn his head to check but didn’t dare, only wiggling his toes.
“Or perhaps…”
As if displeased with this movement, Procion brushed Yan’s foot with the switch.
“You’re actually in heat, getting hard even when in pain? Hmm?”
A voice from behind his shoulder. That meant Procion could see Yan’s twitching dick from behind his shoulder. Yan instinctively shrank back slightly, but wearing nothing, he couldn’t hide his dick. Procion playfully swung the switch lightly.
“Ah!”
“You can’t use your mouth properly, you can’t clench with your rear hole properly… and your front hole is just dripping precum like this. What should I do with you?”
A large hand grabbed his chin. Yan was led by Procion to look up at him. It was an uncomfortable position, with his waist twisted as he turned his head. And still, the awkward dildo remained inserted between his buttocks.
‘I really am useless…’
Though he knew it was just roleplay, Yan couldn’t help thinking this. Apart from the SM context, being inadequate with his mouth, his rear, and even his front was discouraging. This damaged his pride as a gay man. He had quietly prided himself on being quite a capable man, but today it seemed that wasn’t the case.
Yan’s eyes grew moist with dejection. Though not yet to the point of tears, a few more strikes might make him cry. Unwilling to show such weakness, Yan tried hard to suppress his emotions. Taking a deep breath in and out, his firm chest rose and fell.
Procion silently gazed into Yan’s eyes. With moisture in those green eyes, they looked like some kind of jewels. He applied more pressure to the hand holding Yan’s chin. Just as Yan thought, ‘My neck might break at this rate,’ Procion cursed.
“Fuck.”
He released his hand from Yan’s chin. After briefly resuming his original position, Yan was roughly pushed by Procion. Yan grabbed the edge of the table. Fortunately, the table was wide—otherwise, he might have fallen off.
Large hands firmly grasped his buttocks. Then the dildo was pulled out, and something else touched his entrance. And with that, Yan was penetrated.
“Aaaaahn!”
He couldn’t suppress the lewd moan. The dick that entered in an instant was large and intimidating. Without even lubricant, it was painful, but the feeling of his inner walls being tightly pressed was incredible.
But when the man thrust his hips upward, Yan let out a painful groan this time. It hurt. The entrance being stretched open, being pounded so hard that slapping sounds were heard—it all hurt.
“Ha, hnng, nng, ugh!”
At some point, Yan was being mindlessly shaken. With his legs spread like a dog, he was taking his master’s dick. It was a typical doggy-style position. The arms supporting his upper body tensed, highlighting his well-trained muscles, and his back trembled slightly. Procion looked down at his back muscles and waist. It was a thin waist compared to his broad shoulders. Below that, his round buttocks were swallowing the thick dick.
“Fuck, what a lewd body you have.”
Questions whispered in Yan’s ear about how he managed to become a police officer with this body, and whether he’d ever received business cards from porn production companies. Despite panting, Yan protested indignantly.
“Not, not lewd, not… nngh!”
“Don’t lie. Then what’s your dick dripping for?”
“This, this is…”
