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I thought he’d crack sooner—impressive he lasted this long.
Most people—untrained, ordinary ones—could only hold out for about three weeks before breaking. Once someone started controlling their orgasms, they could be turned into a slave without even needing hypnosis. Hyeontae was already infamous at the company for his skill in orgasm control. Rumor had it that anyone who’d been managed by him rarely didn’t develop submissive tendencies.
He was a true sadist, deriving pleasure not just from physical pain but from psychological torment as well. His dominant streak ran deep—manipulating people was Hyeontae’s greatest joy.
Over the years, the number of people he’d broken while running his company was too many to count. There was no way two college students—Jihun and Hyeonjun—could handle a veteran like him.
***
“Jihun, you really didn’t jerk off even once? That’s impressive.”
His praise was hollow, his fingers already toying with the chastity cage locked around Jihun’s cock, as if he might release him at any moment. The sound of Jihun swallowing hard was unnaturally loud. He barely managed to answer.
“N-no… it hurts too much when I’m hard…”
“Good boy. I’ll take it off for you. You’ve been so patient.”
Hyeontae retrieved the small key he’d kept stored away. Jihun’s entire focus locked onto it—that flimsy little thing, bendable between fingers, yet it held absolute control over him.
“Jihun, you’ll strain your eyes staring like that. Just wait—I’ll unlock it for you.”
Click. The cage came off with insulting ease. Hyeontae slid it free, and Jihun’s cock—untouched—instantly hardened, standing at full attention.
“Tsk tsk… getting hard the second it’s off? You’re such a slut, Jihun.”
Whether it was a suggestion or an insult, Jihun didn’t seem to hear. His hand darted toward his cock—he needed to jerk off, or he’d lose his mind. But Hyeontae stopped him before he could touch himself.
“Jihun, what are you doing? Trying to touch yourself in front of your friend’s dad while you’re over at his house?”
It wasn’t even a surprising remark. While Jihun hesitated, Hyeontae quickly undid his tie and bound Jihun’s wrists behind his back. He’d done this so many times before that his movements were swift, practiced. Jihun only realized he’d been restrained once his hands were already tied.
“I’m doing this for you, Jihun. If you behave, you might even get a job at my company.”
Hyeontae took Jihun’s cock in his own hand and stroked it hard. Jihun’s face twisted, a desperate moan spilling from his lips.
“Ah—! A-Ah, Mister—!”
“Feels good? Tell me when you’re about to cum. Got it?”
The last part was a command. Less than three minutes later, Jihun gasped:
“Mister—I’m gonna cum! Nngh—!”
“Oh?”
Hyeontae let go immediately. The orgasm that had been surging upward vanished the second the stimulation stopped. Jihun stared at him, confused and frustrated.
“Actually, I can’t have you cumming on my hands. I didn’t bring tissues. Let me grab some.”
It sounded like a reasonable excuse to Jihun. Hyeontae headed to the bathroom for tissues, but not before giving Hyeonjun an order:
“Hyeonjun, stroke Jihun’s cock for me while I’m gone. And Jihun—if you’re about to cum, tell Hyeonjun.”
Hyeonjun’s touch was far clumsier than Hyeontae’s. The orgasm built slower this time, nothing like the maddening pleasure from before.
“Nngh… ah, H-Hyeonjun… a little harder…”
“Like this?”
With his hands still bound, Jihun begged Hyeonjun to go faster. Hyeonjun obeyed, his hand moving with sloppy, audible slaps against Jihun’s cock. It was nothing like the precise, skilled way Hyeontae had touched him—but after three weeks of no release, even this was enough to push Jihun toward the edge.
“Ah! H-Hyeonjun, I’m gonna—!”
“W-Wait—”
Just as he was about to climax, Hyeontae returned and yanked Hyeonjun’s hand away. The stimulation cut off again, and Jihun squeezed his eyes shut, panting in bewildered frustration.
Orgasm control. Hyeontae had no intention of letting Jihun cum today. The sight of a big, healthy young man reduced to a whimpering, desperate mess was too amusing. He ordered Hyeonjun to stroke Jihun again. The process repeated twice more. By the end, Jihun was sprawled on the sofa, breath ragged, completely exhausted.
“Hyeonjun, did you know your friend was this much of a slut? I think he needs a little… treatment.”
What Hyeontae brought back—along with the tissues—was a small pin, similar to a toothpick but thicker, with a tiny bead at the end. He coated it in lube. Jihun watched, uneasy, as Hyeontae gripped his erect cock and slowly inserted the pin into his urethra. The blunt tip pressed inward, and Jihun arched his neck back with a choked groan.
“Nnngh—!”
“Jihun, don’t be such a baby. Hyeonjun got his nipples pierced, and he’s fine.”
(Whether that was worse or not depended on the person, but Hyeontae didn’t bother correcting himself.)
The urethral plug slid in smoothly, until only the small bead at the tip remained visible.
“There. Leave this in for a while—it’ll cure some of that sluttiness. And since you’ve been so good… I’ll consider hiring you full-time.”
Jihun couldn’t even respond. His entire body trembled, desperate to cum. His cock—still hard—ached in a different kind of pain now, worse than the chastity cage. Hyeontae casually sat beside him, pulling Hyeonjun into his lap and groping his body.
“Nn… Dad…”
“Hmm, my Hyeonjun’s been so diligent too. Keeping his piercings in so well. They’ve swollen up nicely, haven’t they?”
Hyeontae examined the pierced nipples. What had once been flat, unremarkable chest was now changed—the area around the nipples slightly puffier, the color darker, pinker. Was that what they meant by “rosebud”?
The areolas had widened, too—not as large as a woman’s, but noticeably bigger than before. Hyeontae pressed his thumb against one, imagining the size, then let his gaze drift downward to Hyeonjun’s smooth, pale thighs. The sight stirred something in him.
He undid his pants, freeing his own half-hard cock. Both Jihun and Hyeonjun were under suggestive hypnosis—Jihun’s was weaker, applied only once, so it needed reinforcement.
“Jihun… you used to love sucking cock, didn’t you? Why don’t you give it a try? If you do a good job, I’ll let you cum.”
At the promise of release, Jihun shoved Hyeontae’s cock into his mouth, licking and sucking with no technique, pure instinct. Of course, it wasn’t enough to satisfy Hyeontae—he’d known that from the start. No matter how hard Jihun tried, Hyeontae didn’t cum, and Jihun’s face crumpled in despair.
“Hmm… looks like you won’t be cumming today, Jihun. Too bad.”
He pulled out of Jihun’s mouth and pushed into Hyeonjun’s instead. Bright red lips wrapped around just the head, tongue swirling before slowly tracing down the shaft. While Jihun had been suffering for three weeks, Hyeonjun had been faithfully fucking Hyeontae at home, his mind deep under hypnosis.
Naturally, his technique was flawless. Hyeontae groaned in satisfaction, fucking Hyeonjun’s throat until his cock hit the back. The sight of his son eagerly sucking him off in front of a friend was deliciously corrupt.
“Hyeonjun… I’m gonna cum in your mouth. Swallow every drop.”
(If he didn’t say this, Hyeonjun would try to direct the cum into his ass instead.)
Hyeontae shot his load, and Hyeonjun gulped it down, licking up what spilled from his lips with meticulous obedience.
“Good boy.”
Jihun watched, stunned, as Hyeonjun was praised. The realization that he might never be allowed to cum hit him, and tears spilled down his cheeks.
Seeing this, Hyeontae smirked and spoke in a mockingly gentle tone:
“Jihun, why are you crying?”
“I-I want to cum… Mister… please, just take this out, I need to cum…”
“That badly?”
“Yes…”
“Jihun… if you promise to obey me from now on, do everything I say… then I’ll let you cum for real this time.”
“E-everything…?”
“Everything.”
Hyeontae waited, silent, for Jihun’s answer. The implication was clear: If you don’t agree right now, you’ll never cum.
Jihun’s body shuddered, then he bowed his head, defeated.
“I-I’ll do it. Anything…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
