13
“Be careful—those stairs have a sudden drop, and a lot of people trip and fall.”
“Ah… I’m fine.”
Had he fallen badly on the stairs? His whole body ached, especially his knees and hips. Seungjun rubbed his knees and palms awkwardly, forcing a smile.
“Want me to give you a ride? You sure you’re okay? That was a nasty fall.”
“Really, I’m fine. I can go home on my own.”
“Alright. I just came down to grab something from the mart. Take care, then.”
“Bye, have a good one.”
Seungjun naturally exchanged goodbyes with Hyeontae and parted ways. His head felt foggy, as if he’d just woken from a nap. He was supposed to have eaten and hung out with Hyeonjun, wasn’t he?
“Ugh…”
His ass was strangely itchy. Every step sent a burning sensation through him, prickling his nerves. For a fall, it was an oddly intense reaction—his body was sweating from the discomfort. His pace quickened on the way home. As he retraced his steps, vague memories surfaced: taking off his shoes at the entrance, seeing the dog at Hyeonjun’s place. Right—Hyeontae had finally gotten a pet and had been bragging about it, so they’d gone to see it.
When Seungjun got home, he barely greeted anyone before kicking off his shoes and rushing to the bathroom. His ass was unbearably itchy. He stripped off his underwear and squatted on the bathroom floor, pressing his fingers against the irritated spot. His anus was swollen red—he’d been fucked by a dog three times.
“Ngh… Ah, why… my body feels so weird…”
The moment his fingertip brushed the entrance, a searing, tingling sensation shot through him. He jerked his hand back, but the itch only worsened when he stopped touching it. He had no choice but to press again.
“Hah… Ugh… Ah… No…”
Spreading his legs on the bathroom floor, he pushed a finger inside. A slick, transparent fluid coated his fingertip. Before he could question what it was, he shoved his finger deeper. One became three, but even then, it wasn’t enough. His face burned as he panted, fingers thrusting inside him.
“Ah… What the hell…”
Anal sex had never even been on his radar. Yet here he was, fingering his own ass the second he got home. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop. Clutching his half-hard cock, he resisted the urge to stroke it—he wanted to jerk off so badly, but if he did, he’d be admitting he got off on ass play. The thought made him squeeze his eyes shut.
Of course, this was the result of Hyeontae’s suggestion. Seungjun had internalized the idea that touching his dick was forbidden, rationalizing it himself.
“Huu… Huu… Ah… Please…”
He begged the empty air, not even knowing what he wanted. His body had been conditioned to crave the pleasure only the robot could give—fingers alone weren’t enough to push him over the edge. But the pressure not to touch his cock left him writhing in frustration. Tears welled up as he probed himself, unable to stop until the aphrodisiac’s effects wore off.
***
He wasn’t the only one suffering from unmet desires. Jihun was also tormented by the chastity cage Hyeontae had locked him into. He saw it as the final test before becoming a full-time employee at the company. He was confident he could pass—at first, it hadn’t been so bad. Aside from minor inconveniences, it was manageable.
With the cage on, morning wood was impossible, and so was masturbation. Public restrooms were off-limits too—while he could pee through the gaps, exposing the device to others was out of the question. He had to sit on the toilet like a woman, paranoid that people outside the stall would think he was strange. But beyond those small annoyances, he thought he could handle it.
The real agony started after a week. The inability to jerk off left him restless. Any sexual stimulus sent sharp pains shooting through his lower body. He fought desperately to avoid getting hard, steering clear of erotic thoughts and forcing himself into a wholesome routine. He’d heard exercise could help distract from pent-up lust, but the cage made even that impossible.
Sitting or lying down was fine, but standing or moving sent the cage pressing against him in ways that drove him mad. Running or any vigorous activity was out of the question. After ten days, the sensation evolved from annoying to torturous—every brush of the cage threatened to make him hard. Walking became an ordeal; his entire focus narrowed to the ache between his legs. Half the day, he felt like he was losing his mind.
And then there were the other men. His gaze kept dropping to their crotches. In public, he couldn’t stop imagining their cocks, even picturing himself sucking them. He told himself it was just the deprivation talking, that his bound dick was making him obsess over others’. But the urges were getting harder to ignore—especially in restrooms, where the impulse to drop to his knees and take someone in his mouth had become dangerously frequent.
“Fuck…”
Jihun muttered a curse. The urge to rip the cage off with his bare hands was overwhelming. Just seeing Hyeonjun’s face made his body tremble. He wanted to find Hyeontae, to demand answers—when would this end? The thought of quitting the job altogether flickered in his mind.
“Hyeonjun, let’s go to your place today.”
Two weeks to the day since the cage had been locked on, Jihun pulled Hyeonjun aside. Hyeonjun shrugged it off, assuming Jihun was just on edge lately. He had no idea what Jihun was going through.
“Hey… when’s your dad getting home?”
As soon as they entered, they shed their clothes by the door as usual. The black chastity cage was stark against Jihun’s toned body. He fidgeted on the couch, restless.
“No clue. He’ll be back soon, probably.”
Hyeonjun turned on the TV. A porn channel was already playing—two sweaty, muscular men fucking. Hyeontae must’ve left it on.
“Hey, hey… you into this shit? Change it.”
Jihun’s voice was sharp with panic. It was a strange thing to say, given they were both naked—one with pierced nipples, the other caged—but Hyeonjun didn’t bat an eye. He was so used to porn playing in the background during sex with Hyeontae that he didn’t see the issue.
“What do you wanna watch?”
Hyeonjun didn’t change the channel.
“Anything… something else…!”
Jihun clapped his hands over his ears, unable to bear it. His face burned. The grunts, the wet sounds of sucking—every noise grated against his nerves. If he kept listening, he’d lose it. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the images seared behind his lids.
“Ah… no…”
Jihun’s face twisted in agony. He was hard. The cage dug into him painfully, crushing his erection. The pressure only fed his arousal, trapping him in a cycle of torment. He whimpered, eyes still shut.
“Dad’s here.”
Just then, Hyeontae walked in. Hyeonjun, who usually ignored him, gave a small nod this time—“Welcome back.”
“Yeah. Oh, Jihun’s here too?”
Jihun’s heart pounded. He’d planned to confront Hyeontae, to say he was quitting, that he couldn’t take the cage anymore. But the moment their eyes met, the words died in his throat.
One thing was certain: Hyeontae could save him. Jihun grabbed his arm, pleading without preamble.
“Please… please, just take this off.”
“Oh? Still holding up? Impressive. Alright… should I unlock it?”
Hyeontae’s gentle smile made Jihun’s vision blur—he could’ve sworn he saw a halo. Nodding frantically, he begged again.
“Please… it hurts, please…”
Hyeontae traced Jihun’s jaw with a finger, then slid it down his neck. The touch sent shivers through him. He trembled, desperate for release.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
