His bladder ached from holding in his pee all day. He tried to endure, but as his body swayed, he wrapped his legs around Myeonggyu’s waist and screamed pitifully, as if he might break.
“Ah, aaah, haaa… it hurts, it hurts, ugh, Master, hng, ah, hng…”
Myeonggyu liked the way Jaehyun’s body twitched with every movement. He pulled the clinging Jaehyun close and laughed.
“Haha, our little dog… I should let you pee.”
Jaehyun relaxed slightly as Myeonggyu’s voice brightened, his tense body loosening.
Myeonggyu didn’t miss that subtle change. As if he had been waiting for this moment, his hand silently moved downward.
He grabbed the handle of the urethral plug. Jaehyun’s abnormally stretched urethra was tightly sealed with a thick plug covered in bumps. Myeonggyu knew that after being forced to drink so much water the day before, his bladder must be agonizingly full by now. The fact that he was the one causing the pain and the one who would free him pleased Myeonggyu deeply.
“Ah…? Ah, hng, aaah, aaang…! Ha, ugh, haaah, ah, no, ah, ah, hiik, hik!”
Myeonggyu, having lulled Jaehyun into a false sense of security, cruelly yanked out the plug in one motion.
The bumps on the long plug scraped Jaehyun’s urethra as it was pulled out. His swollen urethra stung painfully.
He should have been relieved, but instead, he screamed in agony. He thrashed, desperately trying to hold back his pee. His body trembled violently, his teeth clenched so hard they might break.
“Ah, ugh, ugh…!”
Myeonggyu lightly patted Jaehyun’s ass before unwrapping Jaehyun’s arm from around his neck. Then, he turned Jaehyun’s waist and lifted him up from behind.
“Hnng, ah, hiik…”
At the sudden movement, Jaehyun let out a breathy moan. Myeonggyu, embracing Jaehyun from behind, hooked his arms under Jaehyun’s thighs and lifted him up.
“Hnng, ugh, now, now…”
“Yeah. You can go now. You know what to say, right?”
Myeonggyu whispered directly into Jaehyun’s ear. Jaehyun’s face lit up with ecstasy. Finally, finally, he could release—he was mad with joy.
“Hnng, aahng… ah, thank, thank you, hnng, aaah, haaaang!”
A yellow stream gushed out of his urethra without hesitation. The forceful arc of urine, pent up for so long, splashed onto the floor.
The sensation of urination, akin to pleasure, made Jaehyun’s head tilt back on its own. A beastly cry tore from his throat, and his toes curled tightly.
“Haaah, aaang…! Ah, hik, hiik!”
Like a child relieving himself, Jaehyun clung to Myeonggyu, pushing hard and joyfully pissing. There was no trace of shame in his expression as he emptied himself.
“Kuh, hiik, hik, thank, haaang, thank you, hi, iik…”
Jaehyun mumbled like a broken doll. The sound of urine dripping—*plop, plop*—gradually ceased. His body went limp, all strength drained.
A puddle of Jaehyun’s urine formed on the floor. It was proof that he had lost his humanity, reduced to nothing but a hole that knew only pleasure. Myeonggyu let out a soft laugh—*puha*—as if amused.
This was exactly the sight he wanted. The weight of Jaehyun’s limp body leaning against him made Myeonggyu’s cock swell in size.
“Haha… really… you’re the best, Jaehyun.”
Myeonggyu stroked Jaehyun’s tear-streaked face before laying him on the bed. He stood up and draped the robe neatly placed by the door over his shoulders.
Myeonggyu approached Jaehyun again, gathering his legs and lifting them to the side. Jaehyun lay on the bed, mouth open. Myeonggyu picked him up and headed for the door.
As if certain Jaehyun wouldn’t escape, the door—firmly locked with a *clunk*—opened surprisingly easily.
Unlike the all-white room, the space beyond the door had dark wooden walls, exuding an undeniable air of luxury.
*Thud, thud.* Myeonggyu walked down the familiar hallway and entered the kitchen. The marble dining table gleamed under the bright lights. The table was laden with neatly arranged dishes, steaming hot.
Myeonggyu set Jaehyun down on the floor beside the chair where he would sit. Jaehyun sprawled limply on the wooden floor.
Ignoring Jaehyun, Myeonggyu calmly pulled out a chair and sat down. He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat. The only sounds were the clinking of utensils and the chewing of food.
“Ugh, uuugh…”
Jaehyun came to his senses when Myeonggyu was halfway through his meal. He raised his upper body and looked up at Myeonggyu. Sensing the gaze, Myeonggyu turned his head and looked down.
“You’re awake? You should eat quickly.”
Myeonggyu’s gentle tone left Jaehyun with a blank expression. Myeonggyu nudged the food bowl beside Jaehyun’s head with his foot—*tap*.
Jaehyun stared at the food in the bowl meant for a dog. Then, as if accustomed to it, he settled into position and lowered his head to eat with his mouth.
The food itself wasn’t bad. It was no different from what Myeonggyu was eating. But making him eat from the floor was a tool—a tool to make him understand and accept his place as a slave.
Myeonggyu above, Jaehyun below. A tool to make him recognize and submit to his position as master and slave. It was so effective that Jaehyun was quickly becoming the perfect dog to Myeonggyu’s tastes.
After finishing his meal, Myeonggyu pushed his chair back with a *scrape* and stood up. He then squatted in front of Jaehyun, who was lying on his stomach and eating. Jaehyun, sensing the gaze, lifted his head to look at Myeonggyu.
“Mm, eat slowly. Good boy.”
Myeonggyu stroked the back of Jaehyun’s head firmly. Jaehyun, glancing nervously, buried his face back in the bowl. As if Myeonggyu’s intense stare was burdensome, he began to eat faster.
Suddenly, the hand that had been patting his head pressed down roughly on the back of Jaehyun’s skull.
“Ugh, mmpf! Mmmph…!”
Myeonggyu expressionlessly shoved Jaehyun’s face into the bowl. Caught off guard, Jaehyun flailed, his face buried in the food, gasping like a drowning man.
“Mmph…! Ah, ptoo… keheh, cough! Haa.”
Myeonggyu watched Jaehyun struggle for a while before lifting his head. Jaehyun’s face, smeared with food, was a mess as he coughed.
Myeonggyu stared intently at him, then chuckled and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket. His elegant hand, holding the white cloth, touched Jaehyun’s face.
Gently, Myeonggyu wiped every part of Jaehyun’s face. Jaehyun trembled, too afraid to even look at Myeonggyu.
“Jaehyun, Jaehyun. I told you to eat slowly…. I’m sorry, were you scared?”
Myeonggyu looked at Jaehyun as if he were the most adorable thing in the world. Jaehyun’s eyes welled up with tears, unable to read Myeonggyu’s unpredictable mood.
“Sorry, I’m sorry, Master, hnng, ugh, sorry…”
Jaehyun muttered in a small voice. Myeonggyu looked down at the food bowl. Seeing there wasn’t much left, he picked Jaehyun up again.
Jaehyun, warm in Myeonggyu’s arms, squirmed and burrowed deeper into his embrace. Myeonggyu pulled Jaehyun’s naked body close and carried him back to his room.
Opening the door and setting Jaehyun on the bed, Myeonggyu picked up the hose by the door. The urine Jaehyun had pissed out was swept away by the strong stream of water. After cleaning the floor spotlessly, Myeonggyu began to wash Jaehyun.
Since bringing Jaehyun from the venue and taking care of him, his body had filled out nicely. His pale skin, rarely exposed to sunlight, flushed pink under the warm water.
Myeonggyu scrubbed every inch of Jaehyun’s body and dried him with a towel. The body that had been filthy with waste was now impossibly clean. Drowsy, Jaehyun leaned into Myeonggyu.
“Feel good?”
Myeonggyu asked as he dried Jaehyun’s hair with the towel. Jaehyun nodded a few times. Myeonggyu chuckled and finished drying his hair.
When Jaehyun first came to this house, his hair hadn’t even reached the nape of his neck. Now, it was long enough to brush his shoulders—a sign that this life had become his routine.
As Myeonggyu’s hands stopped, Jaehyun turned around. His eyes fell on Myeonggyu’s crotch. Instinctively, he pressed his mouth to it. After a few movements of his head, he pushed aside the robe with his tongue and slowly licked up Myeonggyu’s cock.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
