CW for Chapter – CBT, anal torture, animal abuse (mouse placed into rectum for torture)
Nicotine’s Note
P.S – Well it seems not a lot of people read, so I’ll include the precious top in the torture as well. I only hope that by the time I finish writing I haven’t become the type of person that likes Bottom/Bottom SM
(Are you also someone with pent-up depression like me? Are you also at a point where bad things come find you even though you aren’t looking for them just like me? How to alleviate your sorrows? Well the only solution is to go and torture some bottoms- -|My apologies, every time I go insane this side of me comes out and troubles everyone *–*
2
“Mr. I.K, the MP will see you now.”
“…”
Giving a nod in reply, I.K stands from his seat. As he slightly straightens out his white lounge suit, the suited attendant guides him inside. Walking through the capitol’s majestic French-style veranda, his expression is the slightly derisive one he commonly holds. It’s just like what the senate member waiting for him in the luxurious four-hundred square meter office tells him upon seeing it—
“I.K, that look on your face is completely ill-fitting for a gigolo such as yourself.”
The obese MP’s gargantuan belly sticks out as he slowly makes his way over to I.K. His stocky fingers squeeze I.K’s chin and scour over him in the same fashion as one checking the wealth in their pocket. He then stands on his tiptoes to get closer to I.K’s face, and uses his hefty, cigar holding lips to lick upon I.K.’s luxuriant, erotically appealing ones. I.K doesn’t dodge. This is a strength of his, treating each and every matter by displaying his devotion to his job, yet he hates having to pander to others as well.
“You’re not going to smile? I’m sure you’re aware that will make me quite upset.”
“I don’t like smiling.”
The MP gives a slight push to the silver rimmed glasses on his garlic bulb looking nose as he also scratches at the few strands of hair upon the globe known as his balding head. The teasing coming from his weasel like voice is one that can make others vomit, and yet all I.K gives him in return is nothing more than a dead stare—This lout was always like this, but it was him being such a way that it simply made others want to violate him.
“I.K, we’re the ones that spoil you, so don’t come in here on that high horse you strode around on in public. Take care to remember just how you managed to get that silver spoon in your mouth in the first place.”
The MP ruthlessly pinches the tip of I.K’s handsome chin whilst his wobbling fat body moves towards the side and signals the attendant to shut the door. Now, he doesn’t need to continue concealing his avaricious and sinister expression. As he fumbles with the bulging mammoth sized bulge of his trousers, he turns towards the similarly perverted looking Judicial Clerk, who stands lying in wait on the side, and with a sneer of the lips—
“Go and fetch Mr. I.K a change of clothes! Make sure to remind him of his status, hmph!”
“Look, you old geezer, cut the crap. There’s no need to keep playing pretend. I’m already bored of playing around in the showbiz circle, never would’ve expected to hear shitty lines like that coming from you.”
With a single shove of the hand, he knocks the papers lying on top of the marble desk to the floor below. I.K slightly purses his vapid lips as he takes his shoes off and reclines back casually on the desk. Having the Judicial Clerk wait upon and dress him is certainly an honor he won’t think of turning down, however it’s as long as he doesn’t have to see the malevolent expression of this forty-year-old siberian weasel looking man. This can be seen as a sort of pleasure, right? However, I.K feels anxious. The Judicial Clerk’s saliva appears seconds away from dripping down onto his clean face; it probably is for the best to keep his eyes closed.
“Whatever new game you’ve come up with, indulge yourself to your heart’s content. However, I want the same thing, and you have to honor my demands.”
“I.K, as long as you behave, of course, Mr. MP will answer your needs. Truthfully, you are quite the handsome young man, yet how come you don’t have even the slightest bit of sex appeal? Hehehehe…”
The Judicial Clerk gave out a bizarre ear-piercing laugh that was reminiscent of a mouse that just found cheese as he undresses I.K. His healthy and sleek lightly tanned skin makes a noticeable light twinkle in the Judicial Clerk’s wrinkly and uncanny eyes. In all honesty, he wishes to see skin like this before him be dye a magnificent rose color. It truly is a pity that I.K has rules—Give him what he wants, then you can do whatever you want to him. However, you can’t leave a single scratch—Perhaps a small and arrogant house-pet like him can only be consumed by officials that ranked above the MP. Because of that, he was always thankful for the MP’s care, else-wise even those of a respectable status like his don’t come close to having the right to approach I.K.
“…Is a dog even allowed to speak freely? It’d be best for you to trim your nails, it hurts when they scratch me.”
Not even taking a small peak, I.K wrinkles his eyebrows a bit. The Judicial Clerk’s hand spreading perfumed oil on his body causes him to fidget. This asshole is apparently feeling a bit bloodthirsty. This isn’t any good. He hated leaving scars on himself, of course, because of Er Chun. Er Chun won’t accept his master being somewhere he didn’t know of and doing the same type of degrading and inferior things he takes part in. You can say that Er Chun, that poor little thing, is in all honesty a complete psychopath. He merely loves the feeling of the one he adores ruining him, and there isn’t anything else that he aims for.
“I.K, you’re even scaring our Judicial Clerk, heheh. I honestly don’t understand just what the prime minister is thinking. What qualifications does a cheap whore like you hold to boss around the country’s officials? Hm?”
It’s not until the Judicial Clerk grabs I.K’s hands and ties them to the hidden shackles on both ends of the table with a leather belt that the MP is filled with immense satisfaction, and sits himself in front of his, as of now, inquisition desk. A new cigarette in his mouth, his entire body full of euphoria, he smiles malevolently as he strokes the youthful skin that the young man holds dearly.
“Heheh, this rose perfume still truly is the best. It’ll make your skin quite soft. A good boy like you should only learn how to be obedient and tender, so this will be quite useful in doing so…Don’t think just because you and the prime minister are having an affair that you can do whatever you please!”
Deliberately, the MP shook his cigar’s still scarlet ashes onto the tip of I.K’s vivid red colored chest, taking care to survey the slight wrinkles forming among the space in between I.K’s stubborn black-silk like eyebrows as he laughs aloud. Like a beast trapped within a cage, even if his hands struggle again and again, what can he truly do?
“There we go, get that look off of your face. I hate playing charades with you as well. Every successful person tends to love a difficult conquest, and it’s only because of that, that we enjoy doting on you, but you’re one to take a mile when given an inch. I know exactly what you want, that little slut of yours you take care of recently changed companies I’ve heard. Behave yourself, and once you leave here that mass media company is all yours.”
Hearing this, I.K gives a slight laugh. This should count as behaving, right? Well, in his eyes it did. So what should his next step be? Normally, Er Chun would choose now as the time to weep, because he likes being freed from the clutches of pain. On the other hand, I.K’s own set of rules is to first receive a promise in advance, and then ready himself for the oncoming pain—which he’s fully aware is his next task.
Because of this, he stops struggling and spreads his legs, having to once again endure the feeling of that man’s nauseating body and the sensation of his body being lightly stroked, but at least it’s worth it in the end, isn’t it? He told Er Chun before, nothing will stop him from making sure he controls him, and no matter how far he runs its futile. It’s only when that young man—that never once has held an interest in living—is under his watch, that I.K can truly be at ease.
“I.K, you only want this company for that little slut of yours, isn’t that right? If I’m not mistaken, once it’s yours, the nation’s media will be firmly in your grasp, won’t it?”
A whore is without a soul, an entertainer is without morals. No one actually believed I.K is doing all of this just to take care of Er Chun, and they were right, it’s absolutely not the sole reason. He desires far more than just the mass media industry, if possible, he wants the entire city, no, the entire nation in his possession. However, if he doesn’t rely on selling himself, then the only thing he can obtain is…Er Chun is perhaps the only comfort for I.K’s soul. I.K is the one who’s truly fallen, long since having prepped himself to face any ordeal for his ambitions.
“Since when have you given a damn of what I want? Our deal is merely physical, not emotional.”
Squinting his eyes, I.K works with the Judicial Clerk into fitting the leather onto his houghs and folding his knees down next to his separately restrained hands and wrists with a fastened steel lock. He’s unaware of the fact that he’ll accompany the beasts that control the government and serve as their plaything, but he is aware that he’ll stop at nothing to survive, and that’s enough, isn’t it?
In this world, each person has their own unique ways of living, and the majority of them think nothing of the significance of it. To be alive…doing even the most miniscule of things shows that one is alive. Honestly, it’s pretty much what everything amounts to—This isn’t something I.K once said, he didn’t give any thought to the true essence of life, instead, this is what Er Chun once said.
“Heheh! Mmm, having you posed like this is quite arousing. In just a moment, you’ll become far more alluring, heheheheh…”
He brushes I.K’s black hair. If only he wasn’t so aloof, then no doubt he would be a beauty no one can rival. His trimmed eyebrows; those long eyelashes; his pointed nose; thin lips; and finally, those two profound pupils of his that one can’t comprehend. If one were to gaze into them, then they would find themself lost in a deep ink-colored abyss. So for sirens like him, you can’t lower your guard.
“Judicial Clerk, go and fetch that magical medicine the doctor provided us. Heheh…”
As the MP ushers a command, his hands suddenly pinch I.K’s neglected exposed cock with no warning. Then, some type of fluid is injected into I.K’s contracted sphincter. A sudden sharp pain causes I.K to start quivering lightly as his sensitive tip also stands at attention. He gasps for air, making himself as tranquil as he possibly can whilst his contracting flower bud begins slowly loosening. It isn’t long until he shockingly discovers a rising thirst caused by that recently pricked, filthy cocksleeve of his that refuses to listen to his demands. No matter how hard he exerts himself, he still can’t close it back…and those respectable officials continue to keep him in the dark.
Then, the Judicial Clerk proceeds to inject a red liquid medicine into I.K’s artery whilst the smile on his face grows evermore. Suddenly, I.K finds himself short of breath and scorching from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. I.K’s prior experiences tells him he’ll no longer be lucid before long; just a plaything to be used. He only hopes the drug’s effects will quickly go by so he can go and pick Er Chun up from work at 6PM today as well. And Er Chun…just what is he up to? Hiding in a bathroom stall, unable to control himself because of the sex toy inside of him? Either way, I.K doesn’t have the time to worry about things outside of his current situation at hand…
“Ah…”
A light moan escapes from between his lips as he shakes his head about, his twisted posture causing him to be short of breath, and his vision gradually dimming. Only through his anesthetic-induced senses can he hear the sound of metal interlocking and a cold feeling bound onto the base of his cock, so tight that nothing can leak out of it. Then once again, another unfamiliar tool, like that of hooks, stretches his honey flower bud into four separate directions, making his once firm hole open outwardly to such a great extent.
“Ah…nngh…ouch…don’t…don’t pull there…ah…”
I.K moans bellow out like an animal in heat as the effect of the drugs consume him, and leave him with no way to control his body, only being able to simply listen to himself. Being powerless against ones circumstances will cause anyone dread, even the bravest of the brave will seize with fear at the sight of watching their own bodies being cremated from the afterlife, and I.K was no exception. This is why after coming to an agreement, I.K is to always be drugged and suffer from it. It especially helps in making him come off even more pitiful than he already is. Seeing arrogant men like him in states like these only makes those perverse desires feel evermore exciting.
“Take a listen to him, he clearly loves this. Relax, I.K, I’ll treat you like royalty. I only gave you a little muscle relaxant, and would you look at that. Your small hole opened up so big, right to the size of a fist! I have to fix those now, it’d be for your best that you don’t flail about.”
Whilst showing a deceptive smile that nearly every politician will give when wanting to appear charitable, the MP signaled to his sidekick, the Judicial Clerk, to grab the metal longshank hook—for opening up flower buds—that lie priorly set and prepared for use in advance on the four corners of the black steel frame his buttocks lie on. Such a tool was nothing short of extraordinary—In fact, having to call the creator a mere sex toy designer instead of an engineer was quite the tragedy—as just around a meter within the frame is an oval ring mold. The Judicial Clerk takes great care in seeing to that the frame bounds tightly around I.K’s forcibly split hips. It gradually causes his prop upward genitalia to become even more exposed, so much so that the red fleshy walls of his pussy are so distinct. I.K, who looks more like a research display from the tool, leans away from the MP as best as he can, not wanting to gaze upon the MP’s vomit-inducing features. However, just as he did so, those stubby giant palms forces him back.
“Mr. MP, take a look at his expression. Shame and anger mixed together! Had it not been for that drug, he’d probably be quick to bite.”
The Judicial Clerk’s excitement is evident in his ass kissing.
“You think so? He wouldn’t reject us, you see, this is just a teeny tiny bit of repayment for all those demands of his that we’ve met, isn’t it, I.K?”
As he leans on the edge of the table, the MP lets out a guffaw from his ferocious looking face, looking like the splitting image of a pufferfish. He admires the red tunnel that he uses new kinds of tricks on to play with like an item on display. Pinching the cigar from between his lips, he slows draws it closer to I.K, who’s body begins to quiver from the sensation of the oncoming heat. Without a care in the world, he takes the tip on a trip into I.K’s stretched open hole and shakes it a few times.
“Hmm! Not a bad ashtray.”
“Agh! Ah…you bastard…you cunt…ah…ah…”
The burns inside his rectum makes I.K struggle violently, but the complicated position his body was in made resistance impossible. In times like these, he often thinks of Er Chun. When it came to him, is this what he actually enjoyed? I.K truly doesn’t believe that bullshit of Er Chun being a so-called ‘masochist’ for one second, and he doesn’t want to believe it because he’s quite familiar with the sensation.
“It’d be wise to close your mouth, I.K. Don’t forget our deal, haha! I won’t leave any external scars on your body, but your insides…haha! You wouldn’t even think he could possess such beauty…oh, how I love to destroy beautiful things, hahahahahahahahahaha!”
The MP arrogantly laughs. This is his favorite pastime above all, lavishing some poor little whelp with heaps and heaps of praise, before forcing it to endure a life below even a mutt’s before his eyes. It’s nothing short of bliss for him. A child is nothing more than a child, he holds the belief that anything he wants he can get with ease, and whatever games, even unpredictable ones, will even lead to different results you won’t expect.
“Today, I’m going to study you quite a bit. Your breath-taking and perverted body loves being filled by whatever, but rest assured, I’ll make sure you’re comfortable…Judicial Clerk, go and lick him.”
“…W-What? M-Me?”
His hands shivering as he holds them together, the Judicial Clerk feels extremely flattered by the MP’s unexpected favor, but he wants to make sure he hears him correctly. He tries his damnedest to hide his greed for I.K, but the saliva nearly dripping from the corners of his whisker-like lips speaks for him.
“Haha, we’re old friends after all! Come now, doesn’t he think you’re like a dog? Then maybe he’ll like the sensation of being licked by one, hahahahahahahaha!”
“Y-Yes…in that case, I’ll help myself to Mr. I.K at once…”
Freely speaking so straightforwardly, that saliva-covered tongue descends down and licks upon I.K’s trembling body.
“Ah…ah…ngh…ah…ah…hmng…”
His mouth still has some uses outside of moaning, and when I.K realizes this, he shifts his body. Just like a dog, lapping at I.K from the wrong end, the Judicial Clerk already has taken out hhis thick, dark penis and jammed it into I.K’s open mouth making it difficult to breathe. A nauseous feeling comes about with each unceasing bump to his uvula, making despair fill him evermore. That tongue wandering about on him shockingly did begin to awaken his desires. The Judicial Clerk jerking his shaft causes it to become more invigorated, and the misery from being confined forces him to fall even deeper into madness. His mouth is once again nothing more than a sex toy for those beasts, however, they won’t even allow him the opportunity to moan. In between this beast’s legs, his tears were hidden…
“Heh, I know something you’ll love. Here, take a look at the gift I’ve brought to celebrate the grand opening for your ‘Beautiful Tunnel’. This is as grand as every ribbon cutting ceremony I’ve attended for those underwater tunnels…”
The MP’s expression at this moment is just like one of someone who just received an invite to attend the opening night of a play. From inside of the desk’s filing cabinet, he takes out a cage.
A meter long green snake.
A pair of cute white mice.
Now, which one matches better with his slutty slave?
As he ponders the question on one hand, on the other he places a cyan ointment on his hands and smears it inside of I.K’s trembling tunnel. Excitement courses through him, he never thought that this honey flower bud could actually widen to such an extent that his hand could enter and leave as it pleases. If he went a bit more rigorous, maybe next time he could possibly fit a basketball inside? Hahahaha!
“Perfect, now use this to stuff his mouth.”
The MP tosses a golf ball over to the debauched Judicial Clerk. Before I.K knows it, his lips dripping with the beast’s fluids is once again full. Once black adhesive tape seals his lowly moaning mouth, he’s left with no choice but to let the disgusting liquid flow down the back of throat. As if he were Christopher Columbus coming upon the New World, the Judicial Clerk excitedly shouts—
“Look, he’s already crying, haha! Even his sobbing face is so exquisite. Mr. MP, he’s truly too magnificent.”
“Heh, he’ll become even more magnificent later. Now, take that cloth and cover his eyes, then undo his legs, and use your hands to prop his legs up. We’re about to have a great time.”
After the Judicial Clerk covers I.K’s eyes, the MP casually caresses I.K’s moist tip. He takes out a small vibrator from the drawer and give the Judicial Clerk an abnormal laugh, but before that, he reaches for the previously placed—
“I think he’ll like this quite a bit, heheh.”
The MP pulls a small white mouse from the cage by its tail whilst his smile grows wider. I.K, who can only see the darkness of the cloth, takes the squeaking noise as an indication for something even more horrifying than before. Then before he knew it, a hairy thing enters into his forced wide corridor—
“Say hello to your bottom tunnel’s first-ever guest! What do you think? Hahahahahahahahahaha!”
“Ngh!…hmgh…hmmghh…ngh…hmmmg! Hmmg!”
Not only does he now have something wriggling inside of him, seeming like it wants to escape, but the tip of a hard object is thrust into him as well, blocking the creature inside’s escape route. Due to this, the creature began using its sharp claws against his insides, forcing I.K to go insane from the excruciating pain. Right then, the hooks propping him open are removed, and so are the shackles, but in exchange a new rope is bound around his legs. His bound legs cause the creature submerged inside of him to grow even more frenzied than his own desires, and go about wriggling and tearing him up from the inside. Once blood began to run out from between his legs, the MP switched the vibrator to life. As he watches the marble tabletop become dyed a deep scarlet hue, the young man that lies before his eyes comes off especially bewitching more than ever.
“Heheh, in just a moment you’ll see these other guests taking a visit to your ‘tunnel’. The medicine I smeared inside your slutty hole is permeating into your blood and will keep you complacent for the next twenty-four hours. In my opinion, you’ll have to cancel meeting up with your precious Er Chun. In fact, my sources tell me that that little slut of yours is having a meeting in the conference room with his co-workers, stripped completely naked…heheh, you two really are two peas in a pod.”
“Hmmgh…hmgm…ngh…ngh………”
Er Chun, were you waiting for me to come and get you and chose to use the short opportunity to resort to that? You’ve always enjoyed this, being provoking as they say? But this time, I think I’ll have to break my promise. I.K is certainly worried sick for Er Chun, but his hands are full dealing with his own affairs at the moment. Er Chun will probably, once again, believe he’s thinking of abandoning him, won’t he? But that was better than him knowing his beloved I.K was in such a pitiful situation. Everyone has something they wish to grab, so it meant they always have to pay a price, right? He’s I.K, and there wasn’t a single person who held such a striking name like his. He was brought up in this sinful city, and if the thought of ascending to heaven crosses his mind, he won’t fall from grace, though still wasn’t there any other way?
“MP, it seems he’s passed out…”
“Doesn’t matter, use that needle, he’s going to need some stimulation.”
“The type you spread on the tip?”
“Exactly, those small balls of his are quite fond of being stimulated like that.”
“Yes, I’ll do so at once.”
“Also…”
“Is something the matter, MP?”
“Go and ask His Excellency, the Prime Minister and his secretary if they’re up for a get together. I reckon the boy is going to spend the night here.”
“Very well…also…when I go and get the needle, shall I ask the doctor if he’ll come as well?”
“You’re still asking questions? Let him come as well, that’s fine. Heheh, he’d better bring both his camera and medical equipment.”
“My god, this will be quite the grand banquet. I’ll go and prepare drinks.”
Bang.
The sound of the MP’s office doors closing are even brimming with excitement, but the attendant outside utters a concern.
“Mr. Judicial Clerk, the MP has a meeting planned for this afternoon with the foreign diplomatic envoy in fifteen minutes.”
“Tell them the MP has fallen ill, they can come next time.”
“But, this would be seen as poor etiquette…”
“Shut it, you’re in no position to speak. Do as you’re told, and that’s final.
“Very well then.”
The Translator Speaks
AAAAA sorry for taking so long with this chapter, life got in the way and I got heavily sidetracked but we persist! Def the next updates won’t take as long, already getting started on CH3. Thank you again so much to Tav for helping me with TLC and thank you to my partner for helping me edit 😭🙏
The rat in the backroom known as I.K’s rectum like-
