Yan’s chin was firmly grasped. As his head was forcibly turned by the strong hand, he saw Sirius with furrowed brows. The alley was dark and his position uncomfortable, so he couldn’t see clearly, but their eyes met for a brief moment.
Unlike usual, the blue eyes filled with lust seemed almost red for an instant. His face, perfect like a sculpture, was normally ascetic, but not at this moment. The face of a man during sex—Yan was thoroughly satisfied that he was the partner.
“It’s good…”
At his dreamy response, the dick slipped out slightly. Yan tightened his hole, half instinctively. But the next moment, the dick thrust back in with a thud.
“Hh, hieek, ah, ah!”
With each deep thrust, his lower abdomen whined. Perhaps pre-cum had flowed out, as the pain lessened somewhat. What remained was pleasure, stimulation bordering on violence.
“Ah, no, not so rough… I, I might be pierced through.”
“Didn’t you like being thrust into roughly? Look, you’re standing straight up again.”
Yan looked down. Indeed, his own dick had become erect again.
“Do you even realize how wastefully you’ve been spilling semen? A few drops even fell on my instep.”
“Sorry, I’m sorry…”
Strictly speaking, since Sirius was the one who made him that way, there was no need to apologize, but Yan did anyway. He had gotten used to saying it during play with Procion. However, Sirius, apparently displeased by this, lightly spanked Yan’s buttocks.
“What are you sorry for? For leaking?”
“Yes, yes…”
“And.”
“…Yes?”
“And what else are you sorry for?”
Even while hiccupping, Yan racked his brain. What else had he done wrong? However, no other particular mistake came to mind. In the end, Yan decided to use what he had learned on the internet.
“For having such a lewd body…”
He wasn’t sure even as he said it, but it seemed to be the right answer, as Sirius fell silent. When Sirius stopped thrusting roughly, Yan had a moment to catch his breath. Sirius’s dick was long and thick, pressing close to sensitive areas just by being inserted. Yan savored the gentle pleasure as if appreciating it.
“Is this how you approached me, with such a lewd body?”
“…Yes.”
“Seducing another man while having a partner. You must be quite desperate.”
The kind and gentle words criticized Yan. It wasn’t entirely unfair—though Sirius had known Yan had a “teacher” and had tacitly accepted it—it wasn’t untrue either.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“How did he handle you?”
“Mostly my b-buttocks were spanked… and tied up, or my thighs… hik!”
“Did he touch here too?”
A hand glided up along his ribs and pinched Yan’s nipple. Yan threw his head back, but again, held by Sirius, he couldn’t escape. He rested his head against Sirius’s chest and shook it slightly.
“No, not pinched like this…”
“I’m surprised he didn’t touch such a noticeable spot.”
Fingers gently caressed Yan’s chest, then the nails poked at his nipples. As a result, one of the front buttons of his shirt popped off. Sirius moved his hand as if ready to tear off all the other buttons too.
“Ah…”
It felt like receiving a chest massage. The sensation of muscles being firmly pressed was pleasant. Meanwhile, when his nipples were touched, moans naturally escaped.
“…Hik!”
The moment the hand that had been pretending to be gentle strongly pinched his nipple, Yan climaxed helplessly. The sensation of semen flowing down his thighs was vividly felt. Yan quickly pressed his legs together, not wanting to be caught having ejaculated recklessly. Since they were standing with his back to Sirius, he might not have been caught if lucky. But such hopes were dashed as his body was suddenly lifted.
“…!”
Sirius had lifted Yan from behind. The jeans that had been dangling around his ankles fell completely away.
“Why, why are you doing this…?”
“It seems difficult to finish here.”
Yan had already climaxed, but Sirius apparently still had a long way to go. Yan made a strangely distorted expression as he pondered whether this was good or bad for him. Sirius paid no attention to such concerns and began walking.
Yan, tucked under his arm, passed through the winding back alley. Some teenagers smoking cigarettes and giggling saw the two and made expressions suggesting they’d seen something they shouldn’t have.
The place Sirius arrived at was a shabby hotel. When Sirius handed bills to the counter, the employee gave him a key but moved his lips with an uncomfortable expression.
‘Should I call the police for you?’
Yan could read not only the shape of his lips but also his thoughts. Having seen Yan with his pants off, his buttocks red, and dried semen marks on his thighs, the employee had taken him for a rape victim. Yan shook his head with a gloomy expression.
“It would be terrible if you called the police.”
Just in case, Yan added that. How could they call the police when he was one himself? If his workplace colleagues discovered him in this state, it would become a true humiliation play.
Leaving behind the frowning hotel employee—who seemed to have defined Yan as a pervert—Sirius climbed the stairs. The hotel was so shabby it didn’t even have an elevator. The room was also small, but fortunately, the bedding looked clean.
Sirius laid Yan down on the soft bed. Seeing Yan’s red, heated buttocks, he frowned.
“I’m not sure what to do.”
Sirius’s tone was mixed with a sigh.
“You’re too fragile, and I’m too inexperienced…”
“I’m not fragile.”
Yan timidly protested. But Sirius didn’t seem to believe him. He was scanning Yan’s body. Unlike the lustful gaze in the alley, his eyes now showed concern for Yan.
Yan worried that Sirius might say, “This won’t work after all,” and leave. He looked straight into Sirius’s eyes and said:
“You can just do whatever you want…”
Before he could finish, Sirius pounced on Yan. He firmly held both of Yan’s wrists with one hand. With the other, he practically tore open the remaining buttons of Yan’s shirt.
“How about breaking that habit of recklessly offering your body?”
The wrists held by Sirius hurt. It felt like being pinned for taxidermy.
‘But with all my clothes torn, how will I get home?’
Even that moment of contemplation ended when his nipple was bitten. At the sensation of teeth gnawing at him, Yan screamed, “Ah!” Looking down at his chest while groaning, he saw his nipple was swollen from how hard it had been bitten.
“Does it hurt that much?”
“It’s not painless…”
“Which hurts more, spanking your buttocks or touching your chest?”
“…I think the buttocks hurt a bit more.”
Sirius nodded as if he understood, then placed Yan’s right leg on his shoulder. Yan wondered what he was doing, but when Sirius stroked his dick and positioned it at Yan’s entrance, it was clear he was preparing for penetration. Yan tensed reflexively.
“Relax. Didn’t you say just a minute ago that I could do whatever I want?”
“That’s true, but… huut!”
Yan was startled when Sirius sucked on his nipple and momentarily relaxed. Sirius didn’t miss this opportunity and invaded Yan. Because his leg was on Sirius’s shoulder, the penetration was even deeper than before. The dick pierced through the sensitive spot all at once, and Yan cried out as he instantly felt pleasure.
“Huh, ung, uh, wait, just a moment…”
He would have twisted his body if he could. He couldn’t handle the sudden rush of pleasure. But both of Yan’s wrists were firmly held by Sirius. With one leg on his shoulder, his limbs were essentially bound. He struggled with his left leg, which was still somewhat free, but that didn’t last long either.
“Too deep, unng, too fast, ahut…!”
“I can’t tell if you like it or not.”
Sirius muttered to himself and laughed softly. Normally, Yan would have been delighted to see this new side of him, but now he had no such luxury. His vision was blurry with tears welling up, and whenever he tried to string thoughts together, pleasure struck like lightning.
“I, I… I did wrong. I did wrong, so please stop… huh, hieek…!”
Yan now realized why Sirius had asked “Does your nipple hurt, or does your buttock hurt?” Apparently, he was caressing Yan’s nipples to reduce the pain of penetration. If Yan had answered “my buttocks hurt more,” Sirius might have spanked him instead.
Indeed, having another part of his body stimulated diverted the nerves focused on his hole. In that sense, Sirius’s action was a kindness. But having both his hole and nipples touched simultaneously was, in a way, torture.
“Ung, uut… please, I was wrong…”
“Why are you begging when you’re enjoying it so much?”
Sirius, who had been playing with Yan’s chest, tilted his head slightly as if he couldn’t understand. As the answer is often found within the question, the reason was “enjoying it so much.” It can be difficult when pleasure is too intense. Yan wanted to shout this, but he could only gasp as his sensitive spot was continuously hit.
“Ha, hands, hik, release, hikup, hands, hik, please.”
Even a simple sentence like ‘Please just release my hands’ wasn’t easy to say. Yan gave up speaking and put strength into his arms. His biceps swelled and the palmar longus tendon stood out on his wrist, but he couldn’t break free from Sirius’s grip. After struggling for a while, Yan’s strength drained away.
Throughout this, the dick continued to pound inside Yan. It didn’t seem to involve any particular technique, but because the dick was so large, just thrusting was enough to bring waves of pleasure. His knees felt weak, and the inside of his thighs trembled. He might have closed his legs if he could, but again, being caught by Sirius made that impossible. All Yan could do was wiggle his toes.
