***
Click. The man undid the ball gag. Jaehee’s reddened, numb lips barely closed, trembling. The man, kneeling on the sofa, pulled Jaehee’s head toward his cock. Gag. The glans pressed against the back of his throat, bringing tears to Jaehee’s reddened eyes.
“Stop drooling like a slut and suck properly.”
The man growled, gripping Jaehee’s hair and moving his head back and forth. The large cock pressed against his numb tongue, rubbing the soft palate. Jaehee, forced to move his head, squeezed his eyes shut and groaned. Thud. The grip on his hair tightened, the sharp pain sending shivers through him.
“Can’t even use your tongue right? Useless piece of shit. Suck properly.”
The scornful voice poured down. The strange pleasure made him shudder. Even his hearing felt like an erogenous zone. His curled toes slid across the hard floor. The ropes binding his arms provided a strange sense of stability and excitement. Chuup. His tongue clumsily wrapped around the shaft, and the man frowned.
“Who the hell trained you? Fuck, you can’t even do it right?”
Gag. The cock hit the back of his throat, making him choke, but he listened to the man’s curses and tried to move his tongue. Chuup, chuup. He sucked hard, his soft inner cheeks stimulating the man’s cock. The man’s expression softened as Jaehee, with his numb lips, eagerly wrapped them around the shaft and continued the blowjob.
Gulp. Jaehee swallowed his saliva, his throat tightening around the man’s glans. The man felt the constriction and tilted his head back. Closing his eyes, he thrust his sensitive glans into the vibrating throat. Gulp, gulp. Jaehee, gasping for breath, swallowed the cock and saliva, his body trembling uncontrollably. Ughhh. He tried to scream, but the glans blocked his throat as he swallowed, his veins bulging, his cock spurting hot cum.
“Fuck, you’re sucking cock and cumming like a slut… Ugh, you perverted piece of trash.”
The thrusts hitting his throat, the overwhelming stimulation even as he came, had long since turned into maddening pleasure. Drip, drip. As much as he was cumming, tears streamed down his face, and he kept sucking the cock.
***
On the table, next to the damp leopard-print fabric, lay an intact pair of leopard-print briefs. The man stared at them, speechless. Jaehee, covering his mouth with one hand, looked at the identical underwear, his shock turning to suspicion.
“Wait, how can I believe this? You could have bought this in half a day.”
Jaehee weakly nodded. He wanted to say it was an expensive import, that’s why he climbed over the balcony, but he had no strength left. The man looked at Jaehee, whose arms bore clear marks from the ropes, as he kept clenching and unclenching his fists. The man turned away, his face showing the aftermath of sex. Jaehee, slumped on the sofa, avoided the man’s gaze.
It was strange. Now that the ropes were off, the excitement faded, leaving only shame. Maybe it was because he had come, freeing him from the dominance of lust. Jaehee believed that. Damn these ropes. He had never imagined he had a bondage kink.
“Hah, fuck. I’m sorry. I just wanted to scare you. I was afraid you’d report me to the police or something, so I wanted to scare you off and call the cops… But you reacted. You got turned on, so I did what I usually do…”
The man ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it. Jaehee, still silent, just nodded. The man continued his excuse.
“I really didn’t think you came over for that. Fuck, I’m not into that! I keep my sexual preferences separate from my public life… Fuck, anyway, shit… I’m sorry.”
Jaehee, still avoiding his gaze, nodded weakly. Silence hung between them. The man had nothing more to say, and Jaehee had no strength to stand. The man looked down at Jaehee, then suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if remembering something.
“Wait, that’s weird. You’re really not into this? You didn’t run away when I left you alone earlier.”
Jaehee flinched at the man’s question. His pale, limp body slowly flushed. He glanced up, meeting the man’s curious gaze.
“I wasn’t… but…”
The man approached Jaehee, who was now trembling. The confusion in the man’s eyes had vanished. Hngh. He exhaled through his nose, then leaned down and whispered in Jaehee’s ear.
“You ended up liking it, didn’t you?”
The man’s voice had dropped an octave, turning cold again. Jaehee bit his lip at the low, husky tone.
“Born a pervert. Aren’t you, trash?”
He had thought it was the ropes. The man’s cold contempt had sounded euphoric because he was tied up. But now, even without the ropes, the man’s scornful tone made his stomach flutter.
“Answer me, trash.”
He felt as bound by the man’s voice as he had been by the ropes. Huuuh, huuuh. He panted, then obediently answered, “Yes.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
