To Yan, who couldn’t believe his ears, Procion kindly enunciated each word:
“Don’t stroke your dick or penetrate yourself with a dildo. Understand?”
“Yes.”
Yan responded in a daze. He had been worried about what the homework might be, but it seemed like a manageable mission. He wasn’t one to masturbate frequently anyway, so a week should be easy.
At least, that’s how it should have been.
“Mmm… good. Ahh.”
Yan gave himself to the Procion in his dream. To be honest, Thursday night had been the beginning of his struggle. He craved it like missing a snack. His dick tingled even without stimulation.
Come to think of it, it made sense that he didn’t masturbate often. With so much sex, there was no need for masturbation.
Moreover, Yan had two partners, both overflowing with sexual desire and prowess. They willingly maintained a long-distance relationship between the vampire kingdom and New York. They met so frequently that sometimes it was hard to tell if they were in a long-distance relationship or dating neighbors.
Having lived like that, a week of abstinence couldn’t be easy. Though it seemed unlikely he would be caught with light masturbation, Yan was a diligent slave. He obeyed his masters’ orders and didn’t touch his dick. Even when changing clothes, he was careful not to let fabric brush against it too much.
But dreams were beyond Yan’s rational control.
“Ngh, nnh, mmm. Mmnn…”
Like reality fading into a gradient, the dream gradually thinned. In truth, the dream had begun to fade from the moment he became aware it was a dream. He had only tried to force himself to stay asleep because he enjoyed the incubus-like Procion.
Yan tried to hold onto the edge of the dream, but it was no longer possible. Before his eyes were only the dim window outside and the clock on the table. The characters “SUN AM 05:27” glowed red.
“Ugh, what should I do?”
Removing the blanket, Yan frowned as he looked down. His dick protruded, making his pajamas bulge. It felt heavy, surely filled with semen. It was fully erect.
It didn’t seem like it would subside if left alone. Yan belatedly felt foolish for struggling in an erotic dream. Since he wouldn’t be able to ejaculate properly anyway, he shouldn’t have become erect.
Lying face down, Yan groaned and moved his hips. He rubbed his dick against the bed, whimpering like a dog in heat. It was a semi-unconscious action. As he moved, his taut back muscles and abs were revealed through the gap in his pajamas.
“Mmm, nngh, ngh, mm.”
His thighs and buttocks tensed. It was unbearably tantalizing. Yan’s face had fallen into a tearful expression. He wanted more stimulation.
He glanced at the bedside table where the desk clock sat. Yan knew exactly what was in the drawer. A buzzing vibrator brought by Procion and a dildo brought by Sirius, who had said, “Isn’t something quieter better?” He wanted to use either one.
It felt like an angel and a devil were whispering in his ears. The devil tempted him: “How would your masters know? They’re probably hundreds of miles away by now.” Meanwhile, the angel whispered: “You should prioritize your desires, Yan. After all, the most important thing is yourself.”
‘…They’re both telling me to just do it.’
The voices of the angel and devil—or rather, his own inner voice—were right. Surely they weren’t monitoring him with cameras, and if he was careful, it wouldn’t be noticeable. The regular nightly video calls were also gone now. That’s because they had agreed to meet this afternoon.
‘Right, just once. Just once, quickly.’
Yan opened the bedside drawer. His fingertips touched something plastic. He took it out without even checking whether it was the vibrator or dildo.
Once out, he saw it was the dildo. Looking down at the glossy black dildo, Yan moistened his dry lips with his tongue. Somehow, it made his mouth water.
He buried his head in the pillow and raised his hips. With one hand, he probed and loosened his hole. The dildo wasn’t particularly thick, so it seemed he could insert it after just a quick preparation. Yan opened the lower drawer and took out gel and a condom. He quickly put the condom on the dildo and sprayed gel on it. The now even more slippery dildo looked somewhat creepy.
However, Yan didn’t hesitate to press the dildo against his buttocks. When he felt the cold, wet gel, his hole twitched. But the insertion was smooth. The dildo filled him, pressing against his inner walls.
“Mmm…”
His erect dick trembled. Good, this was good indeed. The feeling of being filled just right, pressing against his sensitive spots. Not stopping there, Yan stroked his dick with one hand.
Wet sounds filled the bedroom—a mixture of lube and pre-cum flowing along his perineum. Yan moved his hips as if in heat. Each time, the dildo pressed exactly against his favorite spots, and his dick wobbled so pleasurably. His heated body was steadily approaching climax.
“Ngh, ah, ah, nnh!”
Yan arched his back and trembled. The hand moving the dildo and the hand stroking his dick both accelerated. He could feel ejaculation approaching.
Beep, beep, beep, click.
The cold mechanical sound jarred Yan back to awareness. He gasped mid-pant. In his frenzy, he couldn’t be sure if he had heard correctly.
Focusing his senses, he noticed a presence. He heard the sound of fabric—perhaps taking off a coat—and footsteps. Only two people would enter this house: thieves or his lovers.
It didn’t seem to be an unlucky thief entering a policeman’s house. But Yan rather wished it was the former. If he faced them at a time like this…
‘No!’
Though he knew he needed to remove all traces quickly, his stiffened body wouldn’t move well. Yan first removed the dildo and then covered himself with the blanket. At the same moment, the door opened.
“Yan, are you sleeping well…”
“…”
A cold breeze blew through the open door. Both Sirius, who opened the door, and Procion, standing behind him, were silent. Yan sweated profusely under the blanket.
“Ha.”
Finally, Procion exhaled.
“What an exquisite smell.”
“…”
“Why don’t you stop pretending to be asleep?”
The words “unless you want to make us angrier” followed. Seeing that this wasn’t a situation he could sneak past, Yan lowered the blanket.
“Welcome back…”
“Yes, while we worked hard to return half a day earlier, it seems our dog was having fun by himself.”
“T-that’s…”
Yan turned his head, as if trying to escape the awkward situation. Then he saw Sirius. Already of a cold impression, he was staring at Yan with an even more frigid gaze. It seemed to reproach Yan for being a pervert, making him hunch his shoulders.
“…I’m sorry. I failed to complete the homework.”
Yan confessed his wrongdoing. But it was already too late; Procion showed no signs of his mood improving. As Yan gripped the sheet tensely, Procion lifted his chin.
“It’s okay. Part of the fault lies with the owners who didn’t anticipate their pet going into heat.”
“Ah… what?”
Yan stretched his voice ambiguously. He wasn’t sure whether to affirm or immediately shake his head in denial. While he tried to gauge the correct answer, Procion turned to Sirius and said:
“Right? It seems our Yan is in serious heat.”
“Indeed.”
“What should we do?”
“It would be good to graft a male dog onto him—”
Yan took a small breath. When Sirius spoke, it didn’t feel like a joke, unlike when Procion might say such things.
“—but we can’t get one right away. Still, we should try our best to relieve his heat where possible.”
“Right.”
Procion roughly opened the bedside drawer. The adult items inside rattled. He took something out and threw it, which Sirius caught in mid-air. They were like workers with good coordination. It was puzzling how, despite being twins with quite different personalities, they were so in sync in these matters.
“Master…”
Yan looked up at Procion, trying to be cute. Procion quite liked when he acted this way. Sure enough, Procion smiled. His face bloomed like the devotion of a sun god. But hidden within was a somewhat cold energy.
Procion whispered as he undressed Yan’s pajamas:
“Poor Yan, with such a lewd body, it must have been difficult to abstain for a week. Of course, I don’t know how many more times you did this…”
“N-no. Today was the first time.”
“It’s okay now. Your masters are here. We’ll put a dick in your twitching hole.”
His voice was deceptively sweet. Trying to somehow improve Procion’s mood, Yan put on the most pitiful expression he could. Just then, someone caressed his buttocks. It was Sirius.
“There’s no need to loosen you up. You’re already slick and loose… Did you perhaps intend to take another man’s dick with this hole?”
“Absolutely not! I was just going to… play with a toy for a moment. I never even thought about another man.”
Rather than being condemned as a “lewd boar,” this was a real misunderstanding. In Yan Circuitz’s life, the two men before him were more than enough. Sirius pressed down on Yan’s back as he was about to jump up in indignation.
“Wouldn’t a real dick be better than a toy?”
“Yes…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
