Tap, tap, tap, like raindrops falling, it was a light motion. But even with just that, Yan’s toes curled in pain.
“Endure well until the end.”
“…Yesss.”
Though he never said it was the right answer, Yan knew he hadn’t given the wrong one.
Whish!
A threatening sound, incomparable to before, echoed. Yan barely managed to let out a “fifteen.” No wonder Procion had told him to endure well—this was brutally intense. Yan curled up, his back trembling violently.
“Hnn, hnnng… it hurts, it hurts…”
Procion didn’t bark at him to maintain position. Still, seemingly displeased with Yan’s behavior, he clicked his tongue and lowered Yan’s hand. Thanks to that, Yan could place both hands on the sheet.
At that moment, cold liquid touched the cleft between his buttocks. It flowed downward, finally reaching his perineum.
“…Eek!”
“Stay still.”
The cold sensation against his hot skin did make it somewhat more comfortable. However, the feeling of the flowing liquid was strange, and Yan involuntarily clenched his hole. At the same time, he realized what this was. It was the lubricant that had been applied to his dick earlier.
‘So that means…’
There was only one reason lubricant would be needed. After being spanked, it seemed he was now going to be penetrated. Yan’s face contorted. Not that Procion, who was behind him, would see his expression.
Perhaps due to tension, his senses were much more sensitive than usual. Yan could hear the rustling of plastic. Then a slight squeaking sound followed. It seemed Procion was putting on a condom.
‘What should I do?’
It seemed really difficult to be penetrated at this point. His hole was already throbbing with pain. Above all, he vaguely remembered Procion’s dick being quite substantial in size.
The day they first met, he had definitely seen it. The intimidating thing that had sprung out with a “thwack” as soon as his underwear was lowered. Though it was a dark room, he could clearly see the silhouette. It was truly like an ideal of a long, thick dick.
‘And it was rock hard, too.’
That day, Yan had struggled to suck it. He thought his jaw might dislocate. Only after working hard to open his throat could he swallow the entire dick.
‘…Is that going to enter me?’
How much would it hurt if his already swollen hole received another stimulus? Yan shuddered just imagining it.
“…Ah!”
With a prod, the dick pressed against his hole. It had only entered the entrance, but he felt his inner walls being completely pressed. His stomach already felt sore, and Yan bit his lip.
“This time, don’t leak all over the place—try to hold it in properly.”
Procion spoke with an amused voice as he pushed his dick in. Yan responded with, “Yes, yes.” But even without Procion’s command, it didn’t seem like he would ‘leak’ anything. How could he even ejaculate when his urethra was blocked, preventing even a drop of fluid from flowing out?
“Uwa, please go a little slower… ugh.”
Moreover, the feeling of being pushed into was so tight that far from feeling pleasure, it was hard to even bear the dull pain. The reality of pain was somewhat different from what he had imagined. It wasn’t like a tearing pain, but there was a subtly pressing sensation instead. It wasn’t unbearable, but it felt strange.
A large, thick organ might be beautiful to look at, but it’s quite overwhelming during sex. Though it wasn’t the time for such thoughts, Yan had a moment of realization.
“Good boy.”
Seeing Yan struggle, Procion toyed with his nape. Thanks to being bitten just the right amount, the sensation that had been concentrated in his buttocks was somewhat dispersed. But that didn’t mean the pain below disappeared. Procion was moving slowly as Yan had asked, but that seemed to make it feel even more dull and achy.
“Master, Master. Ugh, my butt-.”
What should he say? After asking for it to be done slowly just a moment ago, wouldn’t Procion find it ridiculous if he now asked for it to end quickly? Yan pondered, but it was unnecessary to worry about that in the first place. The control was not with Yan but with Procion.
“You have freckles here too. I didn’t know.”
Procion, who had been fiddling with Yan’s nape, now moved down his spine. He traced his finger down the protruding spine, then played around the area near the shoulder blades. Whenever the tip of his nail felt sharp, Yan would let out a “heek” sound and flinch.
“Oh, here too. There are faint freckles.”
Cute.
As he kissed Yan’s back while saying this, the words sounded somewhat muffled. Meanwhile, the dick continued to push in smoothly. Yan buried his face in the pillow and shook his head.
“Ah, ahuck! If, if you suddenly move-!”
“If I move, what? You like it?”
“No, that’s not it… haaong!”
Due to the nasal sound that followed, his expression of dislike fizzled out. But it couldn’t be helped.
The dick entering with a dull pressure was delivering not just pain but pleasure as well.
Perhaps this was similar to yesterday’s spanking, Yan thought. It feels good but hurts, it hurts but feels good. It was fascinating how emotions that seemed to be polar opposites could swirl within one body.
“Pro, Procion! No, Master, haah, aaah…!”
“Yan, your insides are incredibly hot. Haa, you seem to be feeling it quite intensely.”
Well, that’s why you’d open your hole to any man in the bathroom.
At the words that followed, Yan’s eyes welled up with tears. The tone suggested he was some kind of slut. It wasn’t incorrect, but still…!
“B-but Siriu, s sir, huyck, I couldn’t help it… heek!”
The moment Yan mentioned Sirius’s name, Procion thrust deeply. Whether it was a sensitive spot or not, everything was being equally pressed. From the entrance of his hole, which had been struck with the switch, to the inside, everything stung. A moan of pain erupted naturally.
“Ah, haaugh, uwaa…”
“My goodness. Acting innocent while pretending to like it, yet you ejaculated just from being touched a few times?”
“No, no. That’s not…!”
“Not what? Does Sirius know what kind of person you are? That you’re the kind who cries while having both holes penetrated?”
Yan sniffled as if hurt by those words. As Procion said, he was indeed crying while having both holes penetrated. He had wanted to be a masochist, but this was nothing but a simple pervert.
“Look, your dick is standing up. If it wasn’t blocked, you probably would have ejaculated again.”
Procion spoke while lightly stroking the organ. Only then did Yan realize he was erect. Looking down, he could see his dick swinging along whenever Procion moved him. The dangling crystal was shining mischievously.
“Th-this… haah!”
Before he could make an excuse, Yan couldn’t continue speaking as another wave of pleasure washed over him. What excuse could he make anyway? Yan thought while trying to suppress his pleasure. It was all true—that his dick was erect, and that he might have ejaculated again if it wasn’t blocked.
‘But it’s too much to speak as if it’s all my fault!’
Even in his heated state, he felt a sense of injustice creeping in. Had he become erect for no reason? Wasn’t it partly Procion’s fault? How could one maintain modesty in the face of a dick pushing in so relentlessly? Setting aside technique, just this pressing sensation alone brought waves of pleasure. This was unavoidable for any man born with a prostate.
“Ugh, huyk…”
But it was equally true that it hurt, so Yan gripped the sheet tightly and groaned. Now Procion’s hands were heading toward his chest, and his touch was quite peculiar. Massaging the chest muscles like a massage, then rolling the nipples, making Yan momentarily forget the pain.
“Master, Master. Master…”
Pain and pleasure were constantly alternating. Although it was Procion who had thrust into him like this, the only one who could save him was also, ultimately, Procion.
“Oh dear, Yan.”
Procion spoke with feigned affection as he turned Yan’s body. Being moved while impaled on the dick, he felt a dull pain from a different angle than before. Yan winced with a small moan. The sudden view of the ceiling made the light dazzle his eyes.
“You’re quite cute.”
Is it because you’re cute that I end up treating you well? Procion added. For Yan, this was something he couldn’t relate to at all.
How was this the attitude of someone who found him cute? The catheter was still inserted in Yan’s dick. It felt like his dick was trembling from the ejaculate that couldn’t escape.
Meanwhile, what about the situation with his buttocks? Procion had placed Yan’s right leg on his shoulder and was roughly repeating his thrusts. With each penetration, Yan’s body was pushed significantly, and each time, it felt like something deep inside was pounding.
“Ugh, ungh, hiss!”
He wanted to ejaculate. Or at the very least, he wanted the catheter removed.
Even though it was described as a thin stick, perhaps because it was metal, the dick with the catheter inserted felt heavy. It wasn’t just a feeling—his dick seemed to swing more than usual.
Each time, an electrifying pleasure would surge, leaving Yan at a loss. Ah, if only this damned catheter could be removed. If only that could happen, it would get better…!
“Yan, lower your hand.”
Procion commanded coldly. Yan flinched. His hand had unconsciously moved near his dick.
“You really need to develop patience.”
“Huyk, but…”
Having endured this much was already remarkable. At least, by Yan’s standards. Feeling oddly dejected, Yan squirmed his buttocks. His body heated up, causing his waist to tremble on its own.
Procion lightly slapped Yan’s mischievous buttocks with a smack.
“You’re being punished right now. An educational punishment. Do you understand?”
“Ahuck, yes, Master, huugh!”
“If you ejaculate as you please again, there are many other methods, you know.”
Procion, who had been thrusting haphazardly, was now moving in a different way than before. With his dick inserted, he was subtly rubbing against a particular spot. It was a sensation similar to being tickled, and Yan sobbed uncontrollably from the pleasure.
