“Sang-hyuk… Sang-hyuk, please stop…. No, please at least untie me below. I really need to go, I feel like I’m going to die….. Please. Please.”
Slurp, slurp
“Instead, please put yours in me, Sang-hyuk. I want yours inside me. I want you to ravage me, okay?”
Choi Sang-hyuk’s body grew hotter with the desperate pleading. He should take his time disciplining him, but his groin was already painfully aroused.
Pretending to be calm, he licked Seo Ha-yoon’s nipple and lifted his head, seeing Ha-yoon’s face streaked with tears. His eyes were red and filled with unfulfilled desire.
“Are you going to fall for that guy again and do this?”
Choi Sang-hyuk asked in a slightly hoarse voice. Seo Ha-yoon immediately shook his head.
“I won’t. I won’t do it again. I promise.”
Seo Ha-yoon swore desperately, but Choi Sang-hyuk knew better. This foolish guy would fall for Ha Jun-seo’s sweet talk again.
“Hmm….”
Seeing Choi Sang-hyuk’s skeptical expression, Seo Ha-yoon urgently made a deal.
“Y-You don’t have to untie anything else, just untie down there. It really hurts and feels like it’s going to fall off. I might not be able to pee again. Please? If you just untie that, I’ll do anything you ask.”
He didn’t seem to realize how dangerous it was to promise to do anything a man asked.
“…Fine.”
Choi Sang-hyuk raised an eyebrow and moved his hand down. He untied the red ribbon that was tightly bound around Seo Ha-yoon’s erect, wet cock.
“Ah…!”
As the ribbon loosened, Seo Ha-yoon gasped deeply, like someone surfacing from water. His body shivered with relief. Choi Sang-hyuk let him savor the moment before roughly grabbing his black hair and pulling him up, making him kneel in front of him.
“Ugh?!”
With his wrists and ankles bound, Seo Ha-yoon was in an awkward position, letting out a small groan of discomfort.
Zip.
Ignoring him, Choi Sang-hyuk unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully erect cock, placing it in front of Seo Ha-yoon’s mouth.
“Suck.”
“B-But this position is too uncomfortable….”
“You said you’d do as I say? Now suck.”
“Ugh….”
Seo Ha-yoon couldn’t support his upper body with his wrists tied. He had to rely on Choi Sang-hyuk’s grip on his hair to keep himself upright. The humiliation of being forced to perform oral sex while his hair was pulled made Seo Ha-yoon’s eyes contort with shame. But Choi Sang-hyuk knew that Seo Ha-yoon, with his masochistic tendencies, could find pleasure even in this situation.
“I told you to suck, Seo Ha-yoon.”
Choi Sang-hyuk commanded again, and Seo Ha-yoon’s eyes fluttered as his lips slowly parted. Choi Sang-hyuk forcefully thrust his erect cock into Seo Ha-yoon’s red lips.
“Mmph, mmph.”
Seo Ha-yoon’s mouth quickly filled with saliva, making it slick. Choi Sang-hyuk, compensating for Seo Ha-yoon’s discomfort, began to move his hips, thrusting in and out of his mouth vigorously.
“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!”
Each time the cock slid out and then thrust deep into his throat, Seo Ha-yoon’s body convulsed. But soon, despite the discomfort, his hips began to move in rhythm, almost involuntarily. The position was undeniably awkward, but Choi Sang-hyuk had no intention of causing only pain.
Choi Sang-hyuk reached for a pink remote control on the bed and turned the dial to its maximum setting.
Bzzzzzzzz—–!
A vibrator, precisely placed inside Seo Ha-yoon, suddenly buzzed to life with intense vibrations.
“Mmmmmph~~!”
Seo Ha-yoon’s body tensed up. Choi Sang-hyuk gave him a moment to adjust to the vibrations before resuming his forceful thrusts, gripping his hair tightly. The combined stimulation of the vibrator hitting his pleasure spot and the thick, hot cock in his mouth made Seo Ha-yoon’s hips sway more intensely.
“Ugh….”
With a low groan, Choi Sang-hyuk released his load deep into Seo Ha-yoon’s throat. Seo Ha-yoon swallowed the hot semen, his eyes tightly shut. As Choi Sang-hyuk pulled out, a mix of semen and saliva dripped down Seo Ha-yoon’s chin.
Despite the pain from his hair being pulled, Seo Ha-yoon felt an indescribable pleasure from the forceful act.
“How many times have you come already?”
Choi Sang-hyuk taunted, stroking Seo Ha-yoon’s cock. Even with his cock bound and while being forced to perform oral sex, Seo Ha-yoon had climaxed twice—once from the overpowering scent of Choi Sang-hyuk’s masculinity and again from the relentless stimulation of the vibrator.
“Sang-hyuk, I can’t take it anymore,”
Seo Ha-yoon pleaded weakly. His body ached from the strange position and the rough treatment.
Choi Sang-hyuk lifted Seo Ha-yoon’s chin, examining his face with dark, intense eyes. Seo Ha-yoon tried to look even more pitiful. Choi Sang-hyuk let out a faint snort.
Choi Sang-hyuk let go of Seo Ha-yoon’s hair, causing him to faceplant into the bed, still in the awkward frog-like position.
“Isn’t this too much?!” Seo Ha-yoon exclaimed in frustration. But his protest was short-lived. Choi Sang-hyuk moved around to the other side and grabbed Seo Ha-yoon’s buttocks.
“Take it out. Hurry up,” Seo Ha-yoon demanded, filled with anticipation. Surprisingly, Choi Sang-hyuk turned off the vibrator and carefully pulled it out.
The sensation of the small device sliding out was vivid. Seo Ha-yoon felt humiliated by the entire ordeal, both by having the toy inside him and by having Choi Sang-hyuk remove it.
‘I’ll never listen to Ha Jun-seo again,’ Seo Ha-yoon vowed to himself.
“Untie my hands and feet too. They really hurt and are going numb. Please?” Seo Ha-yoon pleaded, mixing in some charm. But Choi Sang-hyuk merely massaged his buttocks with both hands. Suddenly, something hot and hard pressed against his entrance.
“You’re not seriously going to—?!” Seo Ha-yoon yelped in shock as Choi Sang-hyuk’s cock began to push inside him.
“Ah…!”
His body, already relaxed from multiple dry orgasms and ejaculations, welcomed the intrusion. Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with pleasure, even from the mere act of penetration.
“Ah… nngh… hnngh….”
Despite the thickness stretching him, the sounds escaping Seo Ha-yoon’s lips were more of eager moans than pained cries. He hated how wanton his body was but didn’t bother hiding it from Choi Sang-hyuk, who knew him so well.
“Ah… Sang-hyuk, deeper, please go deeper,” Seo Ha-yoon begged shamelessly. Choi Sang-hyuk obliged, pushing in until he filled Seo Ha-yoon completely. The sensation alone sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
“Ah… this… feels too good. Sang-hyuk’s cock is the best.” Seo Ha-yoon rubbed his cheek against the bedsheet, unconsciously moving his hips in rhythm. The vibrator had brought him to climax multiple times, but this was different. The heat and fullness of a man inside him brought an indescribable satisfaction and pride.
“You still want more, even after coming so much?” Choi Sang-hyuk asked, his cock fully sheathed inside Seo Ha-yoon as he kneaded his buttocks. Intoxicated by the sensation, Seo Ha-yoon nodded eagerly, casting aside any shame or dignity.
“I want more. Not with toys, but with you, Sang-hyuk. I want to come with you inside me. Please move. Fuck me hard with your cock. Please?”
After spending so much time together, Seo Ha-yoon knew exactly how to entice Choi Sang-hyuk.
Seo Ha-yoon’s lewd and explicit words stirred Choi Sang-hyuk’s desire, making his cock twitch inside him.
“Fuck, you’re so dirty,” Choi Sang-hyuk muttered, gripping Seo Ha-yoon’s buttocks firmly with both hands. He began to move his hips in earnest.
The forceful thrusts were relentless. Each powerful stroke pushed Seo Ha-yoon up the bed, only to be pulled back down. Their bodies, familiar with each other, fit together like a well-worn puzzle. Every deep thrust sent fireworks exploding in Seo Ha-yoon’s vision.
“Ah! Ah! Oh! Ugh! Ah… I’m dying. Sang-hyuk, I’m dying,” Seo Ha-yoon cried out, overwhelmed by pleasure. He was barely coherent, yet he still clenched and released his muscles, moving his hips in rhythm with Choi Sang-hyuk’s thrusts. The occasional groans from Choi Sang-hyuk sent waves of mental ecstasy through him.
Another climax was approaching. Seo Ha-yoon gripped the sheets tightly, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps.
“I… I think I’m going to come….”
Choi Sang-hyuk increased his pace and intensity. The force of his thrusts was so powerful that Seo Ha-yoon felt like his body might shatter. Choi Sang-hyuk’s grip on his buttocks tightened, signaling his own impending release. After a few more deep thrusts, they both tensed up simultaneously.
“Ah…!”
“Ah…!”
The orgasm was overwhelming. Seo Ha-yoon’s vision went black, then white, with sparkling lights dancing before his eyes. His sweat-drenched body trembled with the aftershocks of intense pleasure.
Choi Sang-hyuk untied the leather straps binding Seo Ha-yoon’s wrists and ankles. His legs were stiff from being bound for so long. Choi Sang-hyuk gently massaged Seo Ha-yoon’s thighs and calves, slowly stretching out his legs. Finally free, Seo Ha-yoon wrapped his still-tingling arms around Choi Sang-hyuk, holding him tightly.
They lay together, panting and caressing each other’s sweaty bodies. No words were needed; their connection was palpable. This silent, emotional exchange was profoundly satisfying.
After some time, as their heated bodies cooled, Choi Sang-hyuk examined Seo Ha-yoon’s wrists. Despite the wide, soft leather straps, the struggle had left red marks. Choi Sang-hyuk’s expression darkened with anger.
“That fucking bastard….”
He cursed Ha Jun-seo as if he were right there.
‘But you didn’t untie me either,’ Seo Ha-yoon thought, chuckling awkwardly to himself. He knew he’d have to keep Choi Sang-hyuk and Ha Jun-seo apart for a while.
As he soothed Choi Sang-hyuk, Seo Ha-yoon suddenly remembered something and turned to check the clock. It read 11:59 PM.
“Happy Birthday, Sang-hyuk,” Seo Ha-yoon said, kissing him sweetly just as the clock struck midnight. He vowed to always give him such sweet kisses on his birthday, year after year.
<End of Extra Side Story>
