Yan couldn’t continue with his excuses. His erect dick was indeed leaking fluid. But wasn’t it partly Procion’s fault? His dick was swaying because of Procion’s rough thrusts. That’s why pre-cum was dripping from the tip.
“It’s deep, too… too deep.”
It felt like his twisted intestines were being straightened out. Procion surely knew how large his own dick was, so shouldn’t he be more considerate? Yan felt somewhat aggrieved. On the other hand, he was going crazy from the stimulation in places a dildo could never reach. Spots Yan himself hadn’t known existed were being thoroughly targeted.
“Mmh, nn, ah…”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. His climax was approaching. It felt like semen would gush out any moment, but Yan recalled the painful lesson from last time. With trembling lips, he spoke.
“Master, I want to… to cum… please let me cum, hnngh…”
Procion stroked the back of Yan’s head. Red hair slipped between his fingers. It was a gentle touch, but in an instant, it changed as he gripped Yan’s hair.
“What have you done properly to deserve it already?”
When Procion pulled his hand, Yan let out a short scream as his head was yanked back. Even so, he was getting closer to his limit. With a contorted face, Yan begged.
“Please let me cum… please. I want to cum.”
He shook his hips voluntarily. The flesh covering his well-trained muscles jiggled, and his hole tightly gripped the dick. His firm thighs were visibly tensed as well.
Though his actions were somewhat clumsy, Procion quite liked Yan’s body. He slapped Yan’s buttocks with a loud smack and granted permission.
“You may cum.”
In that moment, Yan arched his back. His body trembled, and his arms gave out, causing his posture to collapse.
“Haah…”
With only his buttocks raised high, Yan exhaled deeply. Perhaps because he had been erect for so long before cumming, it felt more relieving than usual. The strange pleasure that accompanied it was a bonus.
Procion slowly withdrew his dick. Seeing no need to maintain his position anymore, Yan lowered his buttocks. He lay curled up on the table, breathing heavily.
“I’ll give you another chance.”
Just then, his master’s voice pulled Yan back. He slowly raised his upper body. As he sat with his legs folded like the Little Mermaid statue, Procion grabbed Yan’s chin. Unlike before, he didn’t grip tightly, so it didn’t hurt.
“This time, suck properly. If you do, I’ll give you a reward.”
Looking down, Yan saw the large dick. It was fully aroused, with veins bulging. For some reason, saliva pooled in his mouth.
Yan slowly lowered his head. Then, as if in worship, he reverently kissed the dick. Fortunately, the table was high enough that he didn’t need to bend down too much.
The sour taste of semen filled his mouth. Yan ignored it and sucked the dick. As he rolled the glans with his tongue and stroked the dick, he felt strange knowing this object had been inside him. Perhaps due to the afterglow of his orgasm, an erotic excitement warmed Yan’s body.
Slurping sounds emerged from between his saliva-wet lips. Yan sucked the dick diligently, as if melting ice. His attitude was more passionate than before. Procion seemed quite pleased with this Yan and stroked his hair.
“…Mmph.”
Finally, he ejaculated. The sudden burst of semen caused Yan to swallow some of it. But he didn’t dare swallow the rest. With semen in his mouth, he looked up at Procion pleadingly, who said in a pleasant voice:
“You can spit it out.”
At this generous permission, Yan opened his mouth. Semen mixed with saliva flowed out.
“Good.”
Procion ran his index finger through Yan’s mouth. This helped remove the clumps of semen. The sticky feeling was somewhat reduced.
“Training you isn’t entirely unrewarding.”
As Procion said this while rubbing Yan’s lower lip with his thumb, Yan unconsciously smiled. He felt a sense of accomplishment for having done something right. Whatever reward Procion had in mind, this alone wasn’t so bad.
***
The reward in question was a water gun. When Procion handed it to him, Yan briefly questioned his intentions. Maybe it wasn’t actually a water gun but some electronic device? Or perhaps an adult toy? But rendering such assumptions meaningless, it really was just a water gun.
“What, disappointed?”
There was laughter in his voice as he asked if Yan wanted a different reward. Yan quickly shook his head.
“No, I was just wondering why a water gun.”
“You don’t like it?”
“No, it’s actually quite cute.”
It was a water gun with a dolphin decoration on top. The primary color combination of blue, yellow, and orange was refreshing. The best part was that it was small enough to hold in one hand. At least it wouldn’t be difficult to take home.
“Wait, don’t shoot it.”
As Yan placed his finger on the trigger, Procion stopped him. Yan looked at him questioningly.
“I gave it to you to use in emergencies.”
“What?”
“This is actually holy water.”
Procion tapped the water tank as he spoke. Yan let out a deflated sound.
Holy water wasn’t something easy to obtain. Of course, there were many products on the market branded as holy water. There was even a brand called ‘Holly Water.’ But most were either ineffective or had minimal effect.
“Do you know how holy water is made?”
“Of course. It’s one of the church’s main money-making items. Purified water further purified by sunlight, then prayed over day and night for a week? But do you know something?”
“What?”
“The prayer isn’t actually necessary. It’s just a step added to make it seem special.”
His tone sounded like someone who really knew about holy water, which puzzled Yan. While it might not be an extraordinary secret, it wasn’t publicly disclosed information either. How did Procion know this? And to say that prayer was actually an unnecessary process…
Then Procion pulled up the corner of his mouth. Though his eyes weren’t smiling, his expression seemed playful. In response, Yan chuckled. He had been speaking so seriously, but it all seemed to be a joke.
“Is teasing people that fun?”
“It’s not un-fun.”
“You have a bad personality.”
Yan criticized him with an exaggerated attitude. Though they experienced various things in bed, once the play ended, they could exchange jokes like this freely. Yan wondered if perhaps he had made a good friend. If not a friend, at least a good acquaintance.
“Ow! Why did you pinch me?”
“Because I’m a bad guy.”
When Yan turned around, there stood a man smiling so innocently it was hard to believe he had pinched his buttocks. The deliberately kind expression felt detestable in contrast to his actual personality. As Yan rubbed his smarting buttocks:
“Is your butt that itchy?”
“W-what…”
“Are you in heat again?”
Smack! A palm lightly struck his buttocks. Though it was just a light slap, the hand itself was large, making his skin sting. Yan glared at Procion, but with his eyes turning red, he didn’t look very threatening.
“How many times do you need to be hit before it stops itching?”
This time his buttocks were firmly grabbed. Like massaging an injection site, the kneading touch made the pain subside slightly. Yan exhaled a long “Mmmm…”
To tell the truth, it hadn’t really hurt that much to begin with. If anything, the ticklish sensation was stronger. It was the kind of itching that could only be relieved by being spanked.
Yan wasn’t yet confident enough to introduce himself as a masochist. The idea of feeling pleasure from pain and humiliation seemed like a strange mechanism. But this peculiar tickling from being spanked… that much he could understand.
“…Ten times.”
Finally, a response escaped from his slightly parted lips. Though small, it was a clear voice, but Yan found it unfamiliar.
‘How are things unfolding? What am I becoming?’
Various thoughts swirled like a whirlwind in an instant. Then Procion grabbed Yan’s wrist. His thoughts stopped, replaced by lust.
The place Procion led Yan to was the bedroom. Though they had tumbled on the bed last night, it was neatly made thanks to the cleaner. But before long, wrinkles formed on the white sheets as Yan groaned and gripped them tightly.
“Ah! O-one.”
“Where did your manners go?”
“Ah… I’m sorry.”
Though he apologized quickly, it was too late. “When your master spanks your heat-affected buttocks, you say ‘thank you,'” Procion said as his palm landed repeatedly. He emphasized each syllable of “thank-you-very-much” with a spank. Yan writhed from the pain pouring down like heavy rain. However, with his neck firmly held, he couldn’t move properly.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I’ll do better.”
Only after such pleading did Yan get another chance. Unlike the somewhat playful—though Yan couldn’t think of it as merely playful—spanking from earlier, a heavy blow landed. Without time to consider what it might be, Yan quickly blurted out:
“Two, thank you…”
After about four hits, he thought the object must be a paddle. It had a wide surface area, and there wasn’t the swishing sound of a flexible cane.
“F-five… thank you.”
Only halfway through, but his skin was already burning. Yan wanted to rub his buttocks, but he couldn’t due to his upper body being pinned down. Then another blow fell.
“Six! Thank you…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
