‘That’s absolutely not happening!’
As Yan glanced upward, he could see Sirius’s tightly closed lips. Though his expression seemed ordinary at first, there was something unnaturally stiff about it, as if he was exerting too much effort to maintain his composure.
“Ha, ahh…”
Yan exhaled a long breath, trying not to show it. The vibration returned to its original mild state. Even this slight stimulation affected his aroused body, but it was fortunately not as intense as before.
“Let’s conclude here for today.”
Finally, the voice Yan had been desperately waiting for was heard. Thank you, Chief. Thank you so much. Yan silently repeated these words while quickly rising from his seat. Dave stood up to accompany him to the infirmary, but Yan brushed him off and rushed to the bathroom.
“Hurry, hurry!”
The way most men deal with an erection is probably similar. Ask a lover or partner to take care of it. Or take care of it themselves.
Whatever the choice, the conclusion is ‘ejaculation.’ That’s why Yan instinctively headed for the bathroom first.
However, once inside the bathroom stall with the door closed, Procion’s voice echoed in his mind.
“When you fail to complete your homework, you accept punishment without complaint.”
“…ugh.”
Why had he confidently replied “Yes!” when asked if he could “complete the homework”? The punishment would surely be similar to what he had endured yesterday. Somehow, his buttocks, leaning against the bathroom door, already seemed to throb with anticipation.
If he was spanked yesterday and again today, wouldn’t his buttocks burst? Yan thought with a grimace. Looking down, he saw his fully erect dick. The areas where the ring bound his testicles and dick were bulging prominently, making it look even more enraged. For a brief moment, he thought, ‘If I just ejaculate now, I’d feel better.’
“Sigh…”
In the end, though, Yan chose to pull his pants back up. While ejaculating might bring momentary relief, it would mean suffering in front of Procion later. Whatever punishment awaited him, it certainly wouldn’t be an easy one.
“Yan?”
“Ah!”
Just then, someone called out to him. Letting out an involuntary yelp, Yan quickly covered his mouth with both hands.
“That voice, it’s Yan. Yan, are you in here?”
‘It’s Sirius!’
If it was Sirius, he absolutely couldn’t make his presence known. Regardless of why he was looking for him, Yan couldn’t let him discover his current state.
“Yan, are you in this stall?”
Knock, knock. Sirius rapped on the door. Yan wished he would just leave, but Sirius wouldn’t stop calling for him.
“Dave said you weren’t feeling well. Are you throwing up?”
Yan simply kept his hand over his mouth. The moment he heard Sirius’s velvet-soft voice, waves of pleasure rushed from his head to his toes.
“…uh, hnn.”
The egg vibrating with constant pulses would have been better than this—this was a stimulation he simply couldn’t endure.
“Yan! Answer me, are you very unwell?”
“That’s, ah, not it…”
Pretending any longer was futile. Yan tried to respond as if everything was fine, but even to his own ears, he sounded far from okay.
“Open the door, please.”
“Si-Sirius, no. The door, don’t…!”
Bang!
There was no time to stop him.
Sirius tore the door off completely.
‘How did he do that?!’
Yan stared in shock at the door panel in Sirius’s hand. Were the hinges loose? No, even so, how could it be ripped off like that?
“Ah, wait, Sirius, this is…”
But there was something more important.
Sirius had seen everything.
The sight of his dick tightly bound at the base—yet still leaking pre-cum despite the restraint.
“…Yan.”
“D-don’t look.”
He felt like crying. He wanted to hide his face, which was on the verge of tears, but his current predicament was more urgent. Yan turned his body away while covering his dick with his hands. He regretted not pulling up his pants sooner.
“Yan, why is this happening here?”
Sirius lightly scratched Yan’s buttocks with his fingernail.
“Eek!”
When the sharp sensation touched his inflamed buttocks, Yan felt something strange. It stung, but because his body was already so heated, it also felt pleasurable. It was truly a confusing mixture of sensations. He only knew that a tingling feeling spread from where the nail had touched.
“Sirius, why are you scratching there…”
He hated this now. This teasing, tingling, unnecessarily thrilling feeling… Yan asked with tears barely held back.
“Well, but.”
Sirius spoke as if stating the obvious.
“Your buttocks are completely swollen?”
“…”
Ah, of course. Covering just the front wasn’t enough.
Yan was now practically trying to burrow into the bathroom corner. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear into the bathroom tiles. To think he had shown his spanked, swollen buttocks to someone else.
It would have been better to be caught by the chief—instead, he had shown this humiliating sight to the person he liked.
“Yan, who did this to you?”
“W-wait, Sirius. Don’t touch, ahh!”
Yan couldn’t continue speaking as his buttocks were firmly gripped. Sirius squeezed them as if kneading dough.
“Tell me, Yan. Who did this?”
“A-a person I know… someone I know did it, Sirius. Please stop now.”
Sirius’s long fingers parted Yan’s buttocks and tapped the entrance. It was like he was knocking, similar to how he had knocked on the bathroom door earlier, as if asking for permission to enter.
“Something’s vibrating in here.”
Would refusing Sirius now lead to the same fate as the bathroom door? Yan wondered, breathing heavily.
“You look like you’re struggling… shall I help you?”
A sweet voice whispered in his ear. Was it because of his unusually deep voice? Whenever Sirius spoke, Yan always felt as if he was speaking directly into his ear. Of course, it was just a feeling.
But this time it was real. He could feel Sirius’s breath on his ear. Sirius was holding him, almost embracing him.
“Si-Sirius.”
The bathroom wall in front, Sirius behind. Sirius’s arms on either side.
From any angle, he was trapped. Yan trembled slightly, and Sirius patted his buttocks as if to reassure him.
“So this is how it feels.”
“…”
“If it’s like this… yes, I could understand.”
Sirius muttered words Yan couldn’t comprehend. In fact, Yan wasn’t even sure if he’d heard correctly.
I’d be attracted to this too.
He thought he’d heard something like that. Simultaneously, long fingers invaded his buttocks. Yan could feel the fingers tapping the vibrator. He shook his head, breathing heavily.
“Si-Sirius, Sirius!”
“Yan, I’ll make you comfortable. Don’t worry.”
“Ah, there, nngh…!”
Sirius slowly pulled out the vibrator. As it caught on the entrance at the end, buzzing, Yan had to cry out several times. As if deliberately, Sirius even stirred the inner walls with the vibrator.
“You said you’d make me comfortable…”
It hurt more because it was someone he trusted. Yan looked up at Sirius with tears streaming down his face. Perhaps because his vision was blurred with tears, Sirius’s grinning face seemed to overlap with Procion’s.
‘Ah, right! Procion!’
“I’m sorry. I’ll really make you comfortable now.”
The moment Yan thought of Procion, Sirius’s hand moved toward his dick. Yan tried to push him away, but he couldn’t muster any strength.
“Sirius, no!”
What punishment would await him if he ejaculated without permission! Yan was horrified, but Sirius was relentless. He carefully caressed the area bound by the ring, then gripped the dick entirely and began stroking it! With each movement of his hand, Yan felt the fluid inside surge.
“Ah, uh, ah, I shouldn’t…!”
“Yan, you’re cute. You shouldn’t? Really?”
“I, I shouldn’t, but… ahhn!”
Yan twisted his hips. Sirius’s fingertips were rubbing the tip, leaving him completely disoriented. At this point, even Procion’s punishment seemed insignificant.
‘Come to think of it, Procion has no way to check if I ejaculated or not, right?’
His body, increasingly consumed by pleasure, started to entertain such thoughts. Though fleeting, this reasoning seemed quite plausible to Yan, whose body was burning with the desire to release. And even if it wasn’t plausible, what could he do? He couldn’t resist Sirius’s touch.
“Sirius, good, it’s good. There, hah, if you stroke once more like that… Aaah!”
Whatever the punishment might be, he’d take it. Surely Procion wouldn’t kill him. Yesterday’s spanking had hurt, but looking back, it hadn’t seemed so bad. Yan quickly pushed thoughts of Procion aside and surrendered to the pleasure Sirius was giving him.
The way Sirius stroked, rubbed, and shook his dick was incredibly erotic. Beyond the physical sensation, Sirius’s body heat, felt closer than ever before, completely overwhelmed Yan’s heart.
Yan ultimately climaxed in Sirius’s hand.
***
“…Sirius.”
Once it was over, reason finally returned. Yan mumbled as he pulled up his pants.
“I’m sorry…”
“Why are you apologizing to me, Yan?”
“I, uh, umm.”
He needed mental preparation to say it. Yan took a deep breath and, with his eyes tightly closed, said:
“I let you touch my thing.”
“You didn’t let me touch it; I touched it myself.”
But Sirius responded nonchalantly to Yan’s words. Surprised, Yan looked up at him with wide eyes.
“By the way, Yan, why are your buttocks swollen?”
“That’s because…”
“This vibrator and this… hmm, I don’t know what this is. Anyway, what is this ring for?”
Explaining seemed like climbing one mountain after another, and Yan broke into a cold sweat. After mentally preparing various excuses, he eventually sighed.
“Actually…”
Rather than telling a clumsy lie, it seemed better to confess the truth. Of course, not the raw, unfiltered truth, but a somewhat edited version.
