“Yan, what about your homework?”
Procion’s voice had suddenly dropped in temperature. Yan’s back trembled uncontrollably.
“Procion, I’m sorry. I couldn’t finish the home–!”
There was a slapping sound, and his right buttock burned. Procion looked down at the startled Yan while holding a crop whip.
“You should call me Master.”
“Hnn, yes, Master…”
“So. What about your homework?”
This is the second time I’m asking. Procion added, slowly caressing Yan’s buttocks with the crop whip. Yan, who didn’t even know what this implement looked like, trembled violently.
“I lost the vibrator, Master. I’m sorry…”
“How did you lose it?”
“I was doing well, I inserted it properly in the bathroom… but someone caught me.”
“And then?”
“That, that person saw me and said he would help…”
“How did he help you?”
“…”
Procion wouldn’t allow any euphemisms. He put his fingers in my hole and helped me masturbate with the vibrator. Do I really have to say it like that? Yan hesitated. But when a firm command, “Tell me,” was issued, he ended up spilling everything.
“He came into the bathroom stall, stood behind me… and put his fingers in my hole. When he touched the vibrator, I lost my mind… And after I ejaculated, I noticed.”
“Ejaculated?”
“…”
The voice was tinged with laughter, as if finding it amusing. Of course, it wasn’t a positive kind of laughter, but the negative kind.
Why did I admit to ejaculating? Yan regretted it, but keeping silent wouldn’t have prevented Procion from discovering that fact.
“Continue talking.”
“…That’s all, Master.”
“So to summarize-.”
Procion exhaled like a sigh.
“-You put a vibrator in your hole in the bathroom, some guy saw you in that state, he touched your hole, and you, being the lewd person you are, moaned in pleasure, is that right?”
“I-I didn’t moan…”
“And you even ejaculated?”
“…”
Yan, who was about to make excuses, shut his mouth. While he might dispute the moaning, he couldn’t deny the ejaculation.
“Ugh!”
“Not answering again.”
In the silence, another blow fell. This time on his left buttock.
“Y-yes, Master.”
“What are you saying yes to?”
“That I ejaculated…”
“Who did what, and how?”
“…”
Recalling what he had done, it all seemed newly lewd and perverted. Just putting it into words was shameful, but he didn’t want to be hit again.
“I… ejaculated…”
Yan mumbled. The threatening aura emanating from Procion behind him seemed to diminish slightly.
“I thought you looked lewd from the first time I saw you, but I didn’t know you were a pervert who gets penetrated by another man’s fingers in bathrooms.”
“…”
“Did you feel like doing such things even with your dick bound? Well, I suppose your dick must have quite the perverted nature. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes…”
Since it was true that he seemed like a pervert after hearing that, Yan sulkily but obediently responded. More than that, his waist was starting to ache. He wondered how long he had to keep his waist bent, and right on cue, the command came.
“Stand up and turn around.”
Yan quickly straightened his back. He was relieved to finally be in a more comfortable position, but he froze when he saw Procion’s face.
Yan learned for the first time that a handsome man’s smiling face could look so frightening. His eyes were slightly curved, but the blue pupils revealed within them dripped with coldness. Though his lips were smiling, it was obvious that it wasn’t a genuine smile of pleasure.
“Yan, a dog that relieves itself anywhere needs potty training, don’t you think?”
“…Yes.”
“Come here.”
As Procion gestured, Yan approached the bed, and Procion pulled his hand. Yan was suddenly drawn into Procion’s embrace, but his intention was far from a hug.
“Nngh…”
Yan let out a small moan. It was because Procion was touching his dick. It wasn’t the same kind of caress that Sirius had done earlier, but the stimulation was intense.
“I’m not touching you because I want you to enjoy it. Anyway, this dick has quite the lack of patience.”
“I’m sorry for lacking patience…”
Whether Yan apologized glumly or not, Procion didn’t stop what he was doing.
He untied the ring that was binding Yan’s testicles in a crisscross pattern. The same went for the ring binding the dick. Yan exhaled a long breath, feeling refreshed from being freed from the constriction. He didn’t know it was still too early to feel relieved.
“If you ejaculate just from being touched a little, it would be chaos if I actually penetrated you. Isn’t that right?”
“…Yes.”
“What exactly are you agreeing to? Answer properly.”
“Uh, umm…”
Lines from adult videos he had watched recently for educational purposes flashed through his mind. He wondered if he really had to say such things. But during play, Yan couldn’t disobey Procion’s orders.
“I, I ejaculate just from being touched a little, so if Master were to actually penetrate me, it would be chaos…”
His voice became muffled toward the end, but Procion patted Yan’s buttocks as if to say he’d done well. Strangely enough, Yan was somehow pleased by this praise that didn’t even sound like praise.
“Good.”
A thick finger, probably the thumb, dug between Yan’s buttocks. Sensing what was coming, Yan said with a slightly trembling voice:
“Thank you, Master.”
Being “penetrated” would surely mean sex. Although it felt odd to have sex with a man he knew only by name, Yan answered happily.
In fact, it seemed like a good thing. He was gay. Although he had never been in the position of being penetrated before, if the partner was a handsome man like Procion, it was like a surprise gift event. Compared to being spanked or having his dick bound, sex was rather cute in comparison.
“Yan, while being penetrated, you need to learn something called patience.”
“…? Yes, Master.”
Was he supposed to meditate during sex? Yan thought blankly.
Needless to say, Procion didn’t mean meditation.
“Don’t leak a single drop. Well, you won’t be able to even if you want to.”
Procion pushed Yan’s shoulders, causing him to fall onto the bed. Procion cast his shadow over him.
He picked up an object that had been placed at the head of the bed. Yan rolled his eyes and secretly observed his actions while pretending not to.
What Procion picked up looked like something medical at first glance. It seemed even more so because it was still neatly packaged in plastic, as if it had never been used before. Procion had already put on latex gloves and was now holding it out. The surgical steel in his fingertips cast a sharp light.
“Do you know what this is?”
“…A needle?”
It seemed a bit thick to be a needle, but nothing else came to mind. Ah, it might also be a screw, Yan thought.
Or it could be an accessory. He couldn’t tell exactly what kind of accessory it was or how it would be used, but judging by the delicacy of the object, it seemed like it could serve such a purpose. The vines engraved on the tip and the crystal connected by an O-ring were dainty and cute.
“This is going to go inside you now.”
Huh, surely “penetrating” doesn’t mean this… Yan was puzzled. It seemed like penetration with that thing wouldn’t even be felt. It might be more suitable as an ear pick.
“…!”
However, the next moment, as Procion’s hand extended toward his dick, Yan understood the object’s purpose.
‘Surely “inside me” doesn’t mean my urethra?!’
“Shh. Moving will only make it hurt.”
Procion patted Yan’s dick and spoke with feigned kindness. Although his dick was touched, this time it wasn’t stimulating like before. Thanks to the cold lubricant that dripped down, his dick felt like it was shrinking instead.
“Yan, you need to endure well. Understand?”
“Yes, yes… Ah!”
The catheter pressed dully against the entrance of the urethra. Tears were already about to spill out. Yan’s earlier thought that this looked like a “screw” was half correct. After all, the purpose was similar in that it penetrated inward.
“It, it hurts, Master, it hurts.”
Despite his whimpering, Procion’s hand didn’t stop. The catheter was slowly but surely penetrating into Yan.
“You have to endure, Yan. Can you do that?”
Procion patted his dick again. Yan could only let out sobbing breaths: hic, hiccup, heek. While it wasn’t unbearably painful, the foreign sensation at the entrance of his urethra was undeniably strange.
“This is something I specially prepared for someone like you who ejaculates so readily. Look, it even has a decoration. Ah, should I prepare one with a bell next time? You know, like how dogs wear tags showing they have an owner.”
“…Hnngh.”
“Hmm, is it too much even though I prepared a thin one? Well.”
This hole is still a virgin after all.
Procion said this and giggled. Unlike his earlier cold smile, this time he seemed genuinely amused. Of course, Yan couldn’t share in the amusement. The catheter, now more than halfway in, was causing a stinging pain.
“Master, it hurts. Hic, it hurts here…”
“Oh dear, Yan. You should be specific about where it hurts. Is your pee hole hurting?”
“Aagh!”
Procion pushed the catheter all the way in. Yan’s eyes welled up with tears. The pain was so immediate and overwhelming that he couldn’t even process the choice of words like “pee hole.”
Procion looked down at Yan with satisfaction. Now his dick sparkled as if it had been pierced. It was thanks to the crystal dangling from the tip, casting light.
“Yan, I really like this, but I’m not sure how you feel about it.”
“Ugh, ah, augh…”
“Of course, you must like it too. After all, it’s something your Master did for you.”
Procion spoke as he pleased and flipped Yan’s body over. Yan followed Procion’s touch without offering any meaningful resistance.
Now Yan was lying face down on the bed. Just as when he was being spanked, he was in a position with his knees bent at right angles and his buttocks sticking out.
“This bottom seems even more ripe than last time.”
Procion commented while kneading Yan’s buttocks. His hands were so large that they completely enveloped the entire buttocks in his palms.
