“Why?”
“You should consider your strength. A belt is already a severe tool, and I bet you swung it without thinking. I don’t see how you don’t understand the problem.”
“…I was just following your example.”
“If you’re going to follow, do it properly. You should choose your tools carefully, not just swing whatever you happen to grab.”
Even in this situation, Yan found Procion’s lecture satisfying. No wonder his buttocks had hurt so much—Sirius must have struck him with the belt using all his strength. Knowing Sirius’s incredible strength, Yan felt impressive for having endured it.
“I’ll be more careful next time.”
Sirius readily admitted his mistake. Yan again wondered what kind of relationship they had. They seemed more than mere business partners if they exchanged sexual advice. Just then, Procion completely removed the pants hanging around Yan’s ankles. Before he knew it, Yan found himself with his buttocks placed on Procion’s knees.
“See, can you see the plumpest part? This is where you hit.”
Slap! Procion lightly struck Yan’s buttocks as he spoke. The fair buttocks turning slightly red was quite erotic. Sirius stared at Yan’s buttocks without blinking. For some reason, he felt a burning in his throat, as if he hadn’t drunk blood for a long time.
“This upper part, near the tailbone, should never be hit. You could injure the bone if you’re not careful. But the lower part of the buttocks can be lightly spanked. It’s also fine to go down to the thighs.”
Slap, slap, slap! The palm struck the buttocks repeatedly. The flesh on the buttock muscles jiggled like custard pudding. It didn’t hurt, but Yan clenched his fists in embarrassment. However, there was something even more troubling—his dick was gradually growing harder.
‘This impatient body of mine.’
Yan’s face fell. The problem must have started when he was made to climax while being spanked before. Since that day, it was as if his body had been programmed with the formula “spanking leads to climax,” as every spanking now gave him a tickling sensation.
‘Honestly, this much isn’t bad. …No, it’s good.’
While Sirius’s full-force belt strikes were hard to endure, Yan enjoyed light hand spanking. As he wriggled his buttocks to find a comfortable position for receiving the spanking—
Smack!
“Ow, that hurts!”
Startled, Yan looked back. He saw Sirius looking down at him with a slightly surprised face. His wide-eyed expression looked uncharacteristically awkward, which Yan found refreshing. But that feeling was short-lived; once he realized it was Sirius who had spanked him, a hint of dissatisfaction arose.
“I told you, Sirius. You need to mind your strength.”
“Even this much is too much?”
“We’re not trying to knock Yan out. We need to treat him more gently to enjoy it longer.”
“You have a point.”
Yan wasn’t sure what exactly had a point, but he felt ominous about the shadow falling over his back. Somehow, the atmosphere seemed to be heading toward more spanking of his buttocks. The old Yan would have immediately stood up and left the hotel, but that was before he had learned the pleasure of being spanked.
‘Besides, one is my… my master… and the other is a man I like.’
While consoling himself that it couldn’t be helped, Procion stroked Yan’s buttocks and said:
“Now, Yan. You should show us what you’ve learned.”
“But I already showed you that yesterday, or the day before… Ah!”
The hand that had been gently massaging suddenly tightened its grip. As if warning him not to resist, the hand firmly squeezed his buttocks, making Yan swallow his moan. When he tried to look up at Procion with unknowingly submissive eyes, Procion lightly kissed him.
“Yan, while your lower part is being spanked, your upper part might get bored, so… shall I give you something to suck on?”
“…Yes…”
As soon as he mumbled his answer, two thick fingers entered his mouth. The fingers, large enough to rival an average dick, probed the sensitive mucous membrane inside his mouth, making Yan feel somewhat violated. Simultaneously, Sirius spanked Yan’s buttocks.
“-Mmph!”
Although less forceful than before, it still hurt. Yan reflexively clamped his mouth shut. Only then did he realize he had bitten Procion’s fingers.
“I wonder how to break the habit of biting carelessly.”
Procion sighed as he ran his other hand through Yan’s hair. Unlike his tone, his touch was rough, making Yan feel threatened rather than caressed.
“I’m shorry…”
He couldn’t pronounce properly with fingers in his mouth. He felt saliva about to drip. Yan quickly sucked on the long fingers. Slurp, suck—wet sounds emerged.
Smack!
Sirius, apparently enjoying spanking Yan’s buttocks, struck again with his palm. Procion lowered Yan from his knee and pushed him toward Sirius, positioning him for a more serious session. Now Yan had Procion in front and Sirius behind him.
“Hnngh!”
His body involuntarily flinched with each slap, but Yan couldn’t move his mouth. He feared worse consequences if he bit the fingers again. Procion stroked Yan’s hair as if pleased with his obedience and added advice for Sirius.
“When you spank with your hand, the buttocks redden nicely. It’s also good to use a cane afterward to create different patterns. Too bad we don’t have any tools here.”
“How about penetrating him like this? Yan seems to want it too.”
No, no. Yan shouted internally and shook his head, but Sirius didn’t understand his meaning. Instead, Procion spoke for him.
“Yan probably wants more spanking. He’s constantly in heat and loves having his buttocks pounded.”
That wasn’t quite right either. Yan shook his head again. But when Sirius smacked his buttocks with a loud sound, Yan could only throw his head back.
“How about spanking while penetrating?”
Sirius’s eyes gleamed strangely as he looked down at Yan. In his life spanning over a hundred years, this was his first time experiencing such desire. No, he had felt this way the previous night when striking Yan’s buttocks with the belt. A feeling like flames consuming his entire body from the inside. The desire to freely ravage that tender body just within reach.
The sensation that was once too immature to recognize now approached with greater clarity. Sirius could now look directly at his desires. He wanted to utterly wreck Yan.
“Mmph, nngh… hnn.”
Yan moaned. Since he was sucking on Procion’s fingers, his pronunciation was muffled. He worried about biting the fingers again, but he couldn’t remain calm when something was touching his entrance.
‘What, what is that? A finger?’
Yan recalled when he first confessed to Sirius. He remembered crying after being rejected, and how Sirius had cupped his cheek. Those long, elegant fingers. Even his hands were beautiful. The thought of those fingers preparing his lower hole sent shivers throughout his body.
“Don’t bite too hard, Yan. I’ll give you a good pounding even without all this fussing.”
“Yan is extremely sensitive—he squirms just from having his entrance touched. He might come just from a slight penetration, which must make masturbation quite convenient. Be honest, Yan. How many times a day do you pleasure yourself?”
“I, I don’t… hnng.”
He tried to hold back, but a moan escaped at the end of his sentence, diminishing his credibility. Yan shook his head firmly to indicate he really wasn’t lying, but Sirius pressed him further.
“Weren’t you wearing a vibrator at work before? Just how lewd are you?”
“That’s not… ah!”
A thick dick thrust in all at once. Yan clenched his teeth. He ended up biting Procion’s finger, but it was unavoidable to mitigate the pain. Not just his mouth, but his entire body tensed up, causing him to tremble. When Procion nodded as a signal, Sirius lightly smacked Yan’s buttocks.
“Try to relax a bit. That way I can penetrate you better, don’t you think?”
“Uh, hnn… go s-slowly, ah!”
Just as the dick seemed to be withdrawing, it thrust deeply back in. It seemed like he deliberately ignored the request to go slowly. The dick stimulated every part of his inner walls, immediately triggering a wave of pleasure. It was overwhelming yet terrifying stimulation.
“You were right, Procion. Yan really does love getting spanked. His hole twitches every time I strike him.”
“Your lower half seems busy, but doesn’t your upper half feel neglected? Yan, want me to feed you my dick?”
The fingernail tip scratched against the tender membrane inside his mouth as it withdrew. Yan gasped for breath through his newly freed mouth. Simultaneously, there was the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and something touched his cheek. He was too afraid to look up to confirm what it was, but he didn’t need to see it to know. It was a hot, hard dick.
“I taught you how to use your mouth hole before, right? Let’s see how much you’ve improved.”
The dick tapped against his cheek. Quite literally a flesh rod, it actually hurt his cheek. Looking up at Procion with reddened eyes, Procion wiped Yan’s lips with his thumb.
“Open your mouth.”
Though his voice was languid, it carried an irresistible power. Yan parted his lips slightly. The glans didn’t miss the opportunity to enter. He could taste the salty flavor of a man.
Do I really have to suck this? Yan remembered how sore his jaw had been the last time he performed fellatio, making this not just unwelcome but frightening. While he was hesitating to take in more than just the tip, timidly licking the glans…
“Mmph!”
Sirius thrust his dick deep inside. As his body lurched forward, he ended up swallowing the dick. It touched the back of his throat, leaving Yan no choice but to make muffled sounds. Fortunately, Procion pulled his hips back a little.
“Yan, are you ignoring your lower mouth because you’re focusing on your upper one? This one came first, so you should concentrate here.”
Sirius spanked his buttocks hard enough to make a slapping sound. Though he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to concentrate on, his buttocks reflexively tightened. This naturally squeezed his hole, causing Sirius to exhale a low breath. Then Procion thrust his dick deeply.
“Fingers alone don’t seem enough, so I gave you a real dick to suck, but why is your sucking so unsatisfactory? Are you deliberately doing this to receive punishment?”
