CW for Chapter – CBT, BDSM
Nicotine’s Note
Before you read, I’d like to say a few words. I’m a perverted woman that loves writing about SM. My biggest strong point is how earnest I am; My biggest weakness is that nothing I’ve written before has an ending (Both for ratings and for perving sweat). I only write to vent when I’m in a crappy mood, solely for the purpose of abusing my characters a bit, so please don’t have super high standards for a newbie like me. I only specialize in SM, so those who can’t handle that subject matter, you still have time to turn around (and thank you for showing your support by clicking in at the very least). If say, one day in the future your best bro, me, ends up becoming totally famous after working so hard, I want all of you to remember one thing. Upon every pitiful delicate bottom’s body, inlaid in each are the beautiful scars their supports have left behind. Thank you, thank you. – ||||||
Why the hell am I even still alive? Just a plain revolting life…might as well just die.
What a fucking world! To Be Alive is Disgusting
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I’m Er Chun, the Chun—Pure—being the same as in the word Chunjie—’Clean and Sincere’. I’m a singer, and I work in the showbiz industry to make ends meet. Yet again the morning sun rises, and just like yesterday, it’s the same as ever, no big difference. Honestly it’s disgusting——
Is the man reflected inside the mirror really him? Pale skin, a lifeless look, and scars strung across his entire body like beads. However, no one could deny, it’s alluring as well. This is merely a type of sin. His sin. Er Chun’s sin.
“What’s on your mind?” Strong arms wrap around Er Chun, pulling him into an embrace as they wantonly feel upon his naked body. Each miniscule change that Er Chun’s refined yet abnormal face makes in the mirror, he thoroughly studies with astute skill. In a magnetic voice, he hoarsely asks: “How are you feeling?”
“Completely indifferent. This man before me is such a disgusting bitch to the point it makes others want to vomit,” he apathetically sneers toward the mirror as if he were talking about another. This is Er Chun’s constant attitude, abhorring himself, but he has a reason for it. There isn’t a soul in the world that would know how he was once he stepped off the stage. Even if you use every single debauched adjective ever created on him, not a single one would be an exaggeration in the slightest.
“Hmph, if you know that then good. Now do it yourself.” With an indifferent sneer, the man behind him places a decorative thin leather rope into Er Chun’s hands. As far as others are concerned, this is most likely some type of decoration. As far as Er Chun is concerned, it’s not only that, but an unexpected extremely salacious decoration as well.
“Ah…ngh…” Er Chun smiles mournfully as he grits his teeth. In both his hands, he holds a silver cock ring that lay embedded within him. He didn’t need to say what it clearly represented, that being degeneracy. One coil, two coils, just like that he starts to closely tie his tip. Did it hurt? Obviously. But there’s nothing he could do about it as he’s already beyond redemption. He’s nothing more than a depraved subhuman slut. Each touch to his tip makes it leak with precum, truly full of lust.
“You truly are useless. Can the lust writhing inside of you finally be tied down like this?” With his rough hands, in one swift motion he holds his thin body in an embrace. Using both of his hands, he skillfully proceeds with Er Chun’s job, maliciously piercing into his base with a third coil. An ear pleasing voice rises to the surface once again because of this, which causes him to become nauseous. Because of this, he mercilessly strikes Er Chun’s two red plum like balls with the bright and translucent rope, and then pulls on the shameful silver ring’s tip. This is the present he gave Er Chun for his 18th birthday. Heheh, from that point on the boy was nothing more than his sex toy. Smugly, he asks: “Now, how are you feeling? Heheh”
“Mmph…it hurts so much…too tight…no…” he desires to reach out his hand and touch, but I.K firmly grasps his blinded drooping red tip with nothing more than the strength of a malicious hand upon the silver ring on Er Chun’s glans. Er Chun is fully aware he can’t resist, and besides he doesn’t want to in the first place. He’s a being of lust through and through, and as a result, he places both his hands behind him on his obedient back. To the best of his ability, he stands straight up, giving a deep breath. Once again, he can’t hold back as he calls out the name of the man behind him: “I.K…ah…”
All in an excessively erotic voice. He says nothing more whilst he forbids himself from falling for the man, but the begging in his voice is evident. Ah, Er Chun, you truly are beyond redemption.
“Stop acting like you’re so pure. There isn’t a single person on earth who’d pity a worthless slut like you. Now, prostrate yourself.” I.K’s voice is condescending. He appears as though he blocked out Er Chun’s pleas for mercy, but that isn’t the case. People like Er Chun don’t need any sort of compassion. He’s nothing more than a cat in heat, and if you don’t discipline him well, then he’ll run about all over, not giving a damn about the time or place, start spreading his legs, and fulfill himself on his own like a plant bearing fruit.
“Could we not do this…the others are already suspicious…hnng…” Despite making himself clear without any hesitation, Er Chun still obediently prostrates himself onto the floor on his knees, his posture the same as a bitch’s. So much in fact, that even compared to a bitch he’s still the bigger bootlicker. Using his forearms as padding; his chin prostrate; and raising his ass high into the air; he can’t bear to look at his helpless appearance in the slightest, but he’s used to it. Every day, every morning, they play this scene out.
Not giving the slightest damn for Er Chun’s pleading, he’s already pressing his deriding finger into his flower bud. What else could he do? Like a well behaved child, he took the time to bear it, just like that. Then without a hint of hesitation, a second finger is already ruthlessly stretching his delicate tunnel…it’s unbearable. His tip stands at full attention, needing to explode. As his asphyxiated lips dream of uttering even a single word, a bigger thing stiffly drills into him. It was icy, must be some type of tool. Before he knows it, he’s driven mad by an overflowing excruciating pain. Perhaps though, one could say a kind of morbid excitement is driving him to a point of being unable to control himself: “Ah…no don’t…ah…I’m begging you…no…”
“Listen to me. Ah, Chun’er, tell me, just how can you become so depraved like this? Looks like we really do have to to thoroughly educate you.” he pulls Er Chun’s weak and limp body off of the floor. I.K then grabs a thick rope from the coat hanger abode and vigorously splits it into four sectioned rope braids that he straps tightly around Er Chun’s porcelain-like anal lobe. The object that was squeezed in just a moment ago is now completely plunged into Er Chun’s chrysanthemum pistil that’s become a bright red similar to a pomegranate. Er Chun has already since fainted. He knows his toy didn’t get his proper rest as he was with him last night, and that was no good. Elsewise, Er Chun should’ve been able to restrain himself. As he picks up Er Chun, his movements are gentle, but that was all.
“Nnn…no…” Er Chun’s dazed self carelessly groans. Truthfully, I.K hadn’t stopped out of concern for Er Chun’s weak health. Er Chun’s lower half is still in a bind from the thick rope, tightly in a knot; his waist as well to a suffocating extent; and the most unbearable of all was the state of his cock. What could it be considered? Easy, it’s simply I.K’s plaything. It doesn’t belong to Er Chun at all. His tied up cock is unexpectedly tied stiffly and stuck against his lower abdomen by the thick rope. Ever since he first finished it, I.K views it as his so-called ‘artistic masterpiece’. As he lies on the bed, he shockingly lacks the strength to even shout out. Is he crying? A single tear streaks down his face.
“How cutely obedient. Remember this Er Chun, don’t you dare take out the object inside of you. I’m sure you know what kind of familiar punishment awaits if you do, heheh.” he pats Er Chun’s tightly bound crotch. He can tell the carved red marks in his fair and delicate skin are a one of a kind beauty. All together his flesh is beautiful. Is there really anyone out there who can resist the urge to take even the smallest bite? In one handful, he yanks Er Chun’s hair up and ferociously demands: “Remember this, don’t you dare let anyone else touch you!”
“I…they…seem like they can tell just from looking at me…nngh…” Er Chun’s voice trembles. He knows that I.K will not give him even the slightest sliver of empathy, as he expects. Time and time again he’s just like a puppet. Adorning a shirt, pants following soon after…for a moment they tightly seize him. Er Chun gives a dismal smile…could you imagine? This is that exact well-groomed and authentic outward image he gives, but his thick clothes aren’t there simply because he’s a timid person, rather they’re meant to conceal.
Er Chun still has trouble standing straight, I.K half-willingly half-unwillingly carrying him, and it’s in this moment, he truly feels happy. At the very least when I.K is satisfied, he too can receive a small amount of warmth. This is enough for him, he isn’t one to make excessive demands. He loves this man named I.K. There isn’t anyone out there he could say believes in him, hell, he doesn’t even believe in himself, but this is merely the truth. Besides, I.K believes it.
Not a soul out there can understand the emotions the two share, but of course, that’s what love is. A western philosopher once said that genuine love was a deformity, and that’s what I.K told him as well. Back then, he lied on the bed crying like a child just because I.K told him he loved him…he was truly content. Regarding his life, that’s nothing more than a thing as well. He isn’t someone who despairs, since he never held hope in the first place.
“We’re here…I’ll come get you a bit later.” As they finally arrive, he still feels tender-hearted. I.K ridicules himself whilst shaking his head. Er Chun’s quivering and staggering makes his heart grow compassionate, but he won’t allow this to be evident. His arrogance won’t permit it.
“Um, I.K…I dreamt of mom last night…” Er Chun nods, eventually forcing a smile. Then, and only then, he took a single step. Just as expected, a very slight pain comes about with each step. Half stinging, half arousing, he’s practically a pervert, but this delights him for some reason. Was he destroyed by something? By I.K? Perhaps, he simply did it to himself.
“Don’t bring up that fucking bitch to me. You and her are one and the same. I’ll get even with you tonight.” The car door shuts, and I.K disappears like the wind, seeming as though he’s taken his soul as well.”
“I.K…I love you.” As he stares down the street’s end, Er Chun’s smile grows even more profound. No one can possibly be able to imagine that he’s currently enduring some type of pain, but no one can expect either that he’s enduring a type of sweetness as well. This was called…reaping what you sowed, heheh.
Tragedy, everything is a tragedy. The world, Life itself, every emotion one feels. Because of it all, maybe this pain is necessary…
The Translator Speaks
Heyo readers! Thanks for picking up TBAID! ^^ This is my first novel tl project and this in particular has been one that was a big inspiration for me to pick up my CN journey! Feel free to inform me of any typos or tl errors, I promise I won’t be offended! And thank you again for reading! Chapter 1 coming up next quite soon!
