“…Ah…”
As his blurry vision gradually cleared, Yan assessed the situation. He had climaxed again.
“You came again.”
Sirius kindly confirmed, tracing his index finger through the fluid on Yan’s stomach and holding it before his eyes.
“No. This is, this is… from earlier…”
With his reason and sanity evaporated, Yan swallowed his clumsy excuse. He was trying to somehow avoid the inevitable punishment in this situation. But Yan knew the two men wouldn’t let him off.
Sirius looked down at Yan with his characteristically calm face. Yan looked up at Procion imploringly, but the moment their eyes met, he abandoned even that slight hope. Procion was gazing at Yan with burning eyes. Though their temperatures differed, both men seemed to have great expectations for devouring Yan.
“See? This is why I told you. We should have tied him up.”
“Nothing we can do about it now. He’s already come twice, surely he won’t climax again.”
“What a lewd body, really,” Sirius added. Though not exactly a compliment, it didn’t sound like an insult either given its strange nuance. He was simply assessing Yan Circuitz as he saw him.
“So, what punishment should we give him?”
The two men exchanging glances while keeping Yan between them looked like devils at this moment. Wicked and powerful, absolutely irresistible…
‘Masters.’
Yan looked up at his two masters with dreamy eyes. Was “master” even a word that could be pluralized? Even if not, Yan couldn’t find a more appropriate term. After all, his mind had been tamed by one man, and his body by the other. Though at this point, separating mind and body seemed meaningless, but that’s how it was.
***
Procion and Sirius briefly discussed what to do with Yan. Having neither the energy nor the will to participate in the conversation, Yan just lay sprawled on the bed. Sirius, more persistent than he appeared, wouldn’t leave Yan alone, touching him here and there. Procion glanced down at the two, then walked toward the phone.
“Room 1709, that’s right. A black Boston bag. Yes. Thank you.”
From this fragmentary conversation, it seemed he was calling the hotel to request his luggage from room 1709 be brought over. It wasn’t surprising considering he was a man who alternated between hotels without a fixed residence. Yan finally understood why Sirius had come to this hotel. It must have been because of Procion, whether his business partner or friend.
“Please don’t press too hard…”
Yan protested with what little voice he had left. His nipples, which had been sucked and pinched all along, hurt even with the slightest touch. But Sirius, despite replying “Yes, I understand,” continued to stroke Yan’s chest. He might have been controlling his strength in his own way, but Yan, whose body had become hypersensitive, could only swallow his moans.
Just then, a light knock was heard. The hotel concierge had arrived. While Yan froze stiff, worried about being caught in an embarrassing state—though that seemed unlikely—Procion left the bedroom. When he returned, he was carrying a black Boston bag.
“Sirius, you were always good with the whip.”
“I don’t need to do that anymore. There are many weapons more efficient than whips.”
“But you still like the sound of a whip cutting through the air, don’t you?”
The hand that had been sliding from Yan’s chest to his stomach stopped abruptly. Sirius observed Procion before answering.
“That’s true.”
“Then how about this?”
Snap! There was the sound of well-trained leather being pulled taut. Yan startled and raised his upper body. Leather, all of a sudden… Could he have misheard? But what Procion held in his hand was indeed a leather whip.
“W-why is that…”
Had the leather whip been in the Boston bag? Yan directed his resentment toward the innocent concierge. Even if it was at a guest’s request, there was no need to bring such a menacing object. It didn’t match the clean hotel room either… But such meaningless thoughts ended there.
“Don’t worry too much. I won’t hit you in the wrong places.”
A large hand ruffled through Yan’s red hair. Frightened green eyes looked up at Procion. He tossed the whip to Sirius and then tapped Yan’s lips.
“It won’t hurt too much.”
“But—”
“If you succeed in swallowing my cum before that, I’ll stop.”
Yan understood the meaning. In other words, if he succeeded in making Procion ejaculate through fellatio, he would stop the whipping. Yan wasn’t the only one who understood this. Sirius pulled on Yan’s ankle. Sliding off the sheet, Yan managed to support himself on his toes. It was a position with his buttocks thrust out—perfect for getting spanked.
“Ah, shall we begin?”
A heavy dick tapped against Yan’s cheek. Fully erect with veins bulging, it looked intimidating. But Yan was in no position to resist, as the whip struck his buttocks without warning.
“Ack!”
“The sooner you finish, the fewer lashes you’ll take.”
The voice was playful. Yan looked up at Procion resentfully but quickly realized the situation and hurriedly took his dick into his mouth. Then he moved much more aggressively than during his previous fellatio.
Opening his throat, sliding his tongue down the dick, and even applying slight pressure with his teeth for stimulation—Yan deployed every skill he knew. Hearing languid breathing above his head, it seemed he could easily coax out the semen at this rate. But then, the whip struck again.
“-oomph.”
With the dick in his mouth, Yan could only shed tears without even a proper scream. As he had felt when struck with the belt earlier, Sirius’s strength was truly extraordinary. The sensation that reverberated not just through his buttocks but the surrounding area too—perhaps it felt more intense because his hole had just been thoroughly penetrated.
“Sirius, you startled Yan so much he stopped using his mouth. Take it easy.”
Despite his annoying attitude, Procion’s words helped Yan. Sirius wielded the whip with considerably reduced force. The sound of leather cutting through the air—whoosh—was terrifying. Then the pain flared up.
The terrifying aspect of this leather whip was undoubtedly that its tip was split into multiple strands. With one strand followed by another, then another touching the skin with slight time differences, the pain was multiplied. Groaning, Yan suddenly came to his senses and started sucking the dick again. Quickly making Procion ejaculate was the only way to end the punishment.
“Ungh…!”
The whip fell again on the already struck area. Sirius was an even better student than Yan. He remembered and followed the instruction to “hit the plumpest part.” The whip seemed harder to handle than a switch or paddle, but seeing him wield it like an extension of his body was almost impressive. Of course, that impression shattered with the next crack of the whip.
“Hnngh, ugh.”
Yan wriggled his body, trying somehow to endure the pain. His upper body, resting on the bed, heaved, making even the sheet undulate. Procion stroked Yan’s hair as if pitying him but didn’t stop thrusting his dick down to the back of Yan’s throat. It seemed like just a little more sucking would make him ejaculate, but he wasn’t—it was maddening. As Yan rounded his lips to slide down the dick, Sirius whipped him again.
“~Ah!”
His waist suddenly arched backward. Was it because his favorite spot had been hit? Or perhaps the pain reverberating through his buttocks reached deep inside his body. Yan clenched his fists tightly to resist the strange sensation flicking up along his spine. Thick wrinkles formed in the white sheet beneath his hands.
“Yan. You need to suck properly.”
Irritation tinged Procion’s voice when Yan briefly paused his oral ministrations. Yan hastily took the dick back into his mouth. As he moved his tongue while making sucking sounds as if enjoying a delicious meal, Sirius called to him.
“A long mark has formed on your reddened buttocks. It’s very pretty, Yan.”
Something touched his buttocks. Yan reflexively tightened his muscles. But despite his tension, it wasn’t painful. Something was gently stroking his skin, almost tickling. After a moment’s thought, Yan realized it was the tasseled part of the whip.
“Next, won’t you suck my dick? There’s no need to be shy, as you were before.”
“That’s right, Yan. Both of us are sexually frustrated because you’re not doing it properly. Did you think just coming by yourself was enough?”
“…I’m shorry…”
Yan apologized with his awkward pronunciation while licking the dick. The whip tickling his buttocks like a feather felt strange—he needed to divert his attention to the fellatio at least. But the tickling sensation only grew stronger. Now Sirius wasn’t satisfied with just stroking the buttocks but also played with the perineum.
“Mmm… haa.”
If it was the tassels earlier, this time it must be the handle part. A firm rod pressed against his perineum. For some reason, it felt more embarrassing than having his hole touched, and Yan squeezed his eyes shut. Whether aware of this or not, Sirius spread Yan’s buttocks with both hands.
“What a pretty hole. Not a trace of hair, making it nice to appreciate.”
“Isn’t it? Dogs need to be groomed regularly too.”
The whip fell again when Yan let his guard down. This time it was right above his hole. Though it didn’t hit the hole directly, Yan tensed his body from the sudden pain. Sirius watched without blinking as the taut buttocks and thigh muscles contracted. Yan’s well-trained body was always pleasing to look at, but especially the reddened buttock muscles twitching awoke desires that even Sirius hadn’t known he possessed.
He swung the whip. The sharp sound cutting through the air, the feeling of it touching flesh, and the twitching buttocks—everything was satisfying. It was delightful to have that beautiful man face down and handle him according to his desires. Judging by the way Yan wiggled his buttocks, it didn’t seem entirely painful for him either.
In fact, Sirius’s assumption was correct. Every time Yan tightened his buttock muscles, his insides tingled. It felt like something needed to fill the emptied space. Though Yan was perplexed by his own transformation, he had always been honest about his desires. Aroused, Yan sucked the dick with gusto. The masculine scent from the groin excited him even more.
“Mmm.”
When Yan sucked the dick strongly enough to hollow his cheeks, Procion grabbed his hair. Encouraged by the hand caressing his head and the back of his neck as if asking for more, Yan moved even more enthusiastically. After some time, a tangy taste filled his mouth. Procion had finally ejaculated.
“Ugh, hmmph…”
Though Procion didn’t force him, Yan ended up swallowing some of the semen. As he wiped his mouth, frowning at the sticky feeling, Procion tapped his cheek as if finding him cute.
“You’ve improved a lot.”
