“Your trashy life is pathetic. Is this disgusting act your greatest pleasure? How does it feel to live as a bottom-feeder with a decent face?”
The cold voice and piercing gaze made Jaehee’s eyes blur. Huuuh, huuuh. Drool soaked the briefs as he struggled to breathe. The tightly bound arms and ankles, the light pain, gradually turned into a strange sensation. He had never felt this kind of firm pressure before, and the restricted breathing sent unfamiliar emotions surging through him. His chest pounded, and now his lower abdomen churned. No, lower than that—something down there twitched, tingled.
Thud. The man’s foot pressed down on Jaehee’s thigh.
“Perv.”
The pain of being ground against the hard floor and the cold voice in his ear made him flush with heat.
“Getting hard in this situation?”
He was erect.
“Breaking into someone’s home naked, and all you can do is stick a panty in your mouth and get hard?”
The soft, accusatory words sent a strange chill down his spine. The foot pressing his thigh moved inward, rubbing against his sensitive skin. His erection throbbed harder. Jaehee looked down at his crotch, overwhelmed by shame, yet his cock only grew harder. The man’s amused snort made Jaehee’s face burn.
It was confusing. Why? Why am I hard? What is this feeling? Why am I turned on by this pressure, this shame?
Since childhood, Jaehee had lived a life free from hatred. He was lucky—his mistakes were always smoothed over, and he had good connections. He had always avoided responsibility and blame, living comfortably, evading. He had never been openly, directly called a piece of shit for so long. And he had never felt this inexplicable excitement before.
“Born this way.”
Jaehee didn’t understand what the man’s murmur meant. He just felt embarrassed, wanted to run, wanted to undo everything, and… and more. The thought made him startle, his flushed face burning. His chilled body heated up, his rock-hard cock twitching, leaking pre-cum.
“You like getting yelled at while you jerk off? What kind of trash gets off on this?”
More shame washed over him. He wanted to deny it, to say it wasn’t like that. His ragged breath made the wet briefs tremble against his lips. His arms, bound tightly behind him, didn’t hurt at all. Strangely, the tightness wasn’t painful—it felt good.
“Uuuuh…”
Once he admitted his sexual excitement, he felt like crying. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to throw away his hands and feet. He wanted to touch this hard cock, this—this… The overwhelming pleasure made his ass twitch.
The man stood there, watching Jaehee, who could only drool on the underwear, unable to cry, sigh, or scream. The man’s foot, still pressing on Jaehee’s chest, lifted. Drip. Drool fell onto the floor. The man’s eyebrow twitched upward again. His sharp features felt especially cold, and Jaehee flinched, averting his gaze.
The man’s foot slid down Jaehee’s abdomen. Swish. Jaehee’s drool dripped onto the man’s instep again. The man rubbed his foot against Jaehee’s spread thighs, the soft flesh tingling. Jaehee’s bound, naked body trembled. He had climbed over the balcony naked, thinking it would only take a moment. He never thought he’d fall. The neighbor’s balcony was dark, so he assumed no one was home. He thought he could just grab the underwear and climb back. What was the big deal? It was just a club. Just a brand-name underwear. But now, here he was, tied up like an idiot. Regret crushed his mind, but it was too late.
“You get off on stealing underwear naked? You must have been so disappointed all this time with nothing hanging on the balcony, huh?”
Jaehee desperately tried to shake his head, but something tugged at the back of his neck, making it hard to move. The gag in his mouth and the leather straps around his ankles were connected—when the rope pulled, the ball gag pressed deeper into his mouth. To keep his lips from being crushed, Jaehee stopped struggling and looked up at the man with fearful eyes.
“You like leopard print? You climbed over just to steal this?”
The man waved the leopard-print briefs. Jaehee’s eyes followed the movement, filled with injustice. Uuuh, uuuh. His muffled protests were swallowed by the gag. The man, who had approached, wiped Jaehee’s drooling chin with the briefs.
“Filthy trash.”
***
Slap! A sharp pain bloomed on Jaehee’s ass. At the same time, a tingling sensation raced up his spine, transforming the pain into pleasure. His eyes widened. Did he just… hit me? Amid his shock, the nape of his neck tingled. The man laughed in disbelief as he watched the hole between Jaehee’s reddened cheeks twitch.
“I thought maybe, but damn, you’re a spanko. How did I not notice? I couldn’t have missed a sub like you.”
Jaehee didn’t understand the man’s muttering. He could only feel the restricted breathing, the tight bonds, the light pain turning into pleasure. It felt too good to rub his cock like this. He couldn’t deny the pleasure overwhelming him, no matter how strange it seemed. Huuuh, huuuh. His ragged breathing made his mind hazy.
“You really climbed over just to steal a pair of briefs?”
Slap! Another light spank followed. The loud sound and vibration weren’t painful, but the man’s skilled hand made Jaehee even more excited.
“You’re jerking off like a dog in heat without your master’s permission. What the hell are you doing?”
Thud. The man yanked Jaehee’s hair, pulling his scalp painfully. The mix of sharp pain and pleasure made him shudder. Once he accepted it, the rest was easy. He couldn’t deny that this situation, this treatment, turned him on. The realization made him want to make up for lost time. Maybe his mind was just hazy from the restricted breathing. Or maybe it didn’t matter anymore. Just hit me, let me cum, he thought, his mind filled with nothing else.
“You like getting hit? You’re worse than an animal, you bottom-feeder pervert.”
The accusatory tone made Jaehee shiver. The foot pressing his thigh moved inward, rubbing against his sensitive skin. His erection throbbed harder. Jaehee looked down at his crotch, overwhelmed by shame, yet his cock only grew harder. The man’s amused snort made Jaehee’s face burn.
It was confusing. Why? Why am I hard? What is this feeling? Why am I turned on by this pressure, this shame?
Since childhood, Jaehee had lived a life free from hatred. He was lucky—his mistakes were always smoothed over, and he had good connections. He had always avoided responsibility and blame, living comfortably, evading. He had never been openly, directly called a piece of shit for so long. And he had never felt this inexplicable excitement before.
“Born this way.”
Jaehee didn’t understand what the man’s murmur meant. He just felt embarrassed, wanted to run, wanted to undo everything, and… and more. The thought made him startle, his flushed face burning. His chilled body heated up, his rock-hard cock twitching, leaking pre-cum.
“You like getting yelled at while you jerk off? What kind of trash gets off on this?”
More shame washed over him. He wanted to deny it, to say it wasn’t like that. His ragged breath made the wet briefs tremble against his lips. His arms, bound tightly behind him, didn’t hurt at all. Strangely, the tightness wasn’t painful—it felt good.
“Uuuuh…”
Once he admitted his sexual excitement, he felt like crying. He wanted to disappear. He wanted to throw away his hands and feet. He wanted to touch this hard cock, this—this… The overwhelming pleasure made his ass twitch.
***
The man stood there, watching Jaehee, who could only drool on the underwear, unable to cry, sigh, or scream. The man’s foot, still pressing on Jaehee’s chest, lifted. Drip. Drool fell onto the floor. The man’s eyebrow twitched upward again. His sharp features felt especially cold, and Jaehee flinched, averting his gaze.
The man’s foot slid down Jaehee’s abdomen. Swish. Jaehee’s drool dripped onto the man’s instep again. The man rubbed his foot against Jaehee’s spread thighs, the soft flesh tingling. Jaehee’s bound, naked body trembled. He had climbed over the balcony naked, thinking it would only take a moment. He never thought he’d fall. The neighbor’s balcony was dark, so he assumed no one was home. He thought he could just grab the underwear and climb back. What was the big deal? It was just a club. Just a brand-name underwear. But now, here he was, tied up like an idiot. Regret crushed his mind, but it was too late.
“You get off on stealing underwear naked? You must have been so disappointed all this time with nothing hanging on the balcony, huh?”
Jaehee desperately tried to shake his head, but something tugged at the back of his neck, making it hard to move. The gag in his mouth and the leather straps around his ankles were connected—when the rope pulled, the ball gag pressed deeper into his mouth. To keep his lips from being crushed, Jaehee stopped struggling and looked up at the man with fearful eyes.
“You like leopard print? You climbed over just to steal this?”
The man waved the leopard-print briefs. Jaehee’s eyes followed the movement, filled with injustice. Uuuh, uuuh. His muffled protests were swallowed by the gag. The man, who had approached, wiped Jaehee’s drooling chin with the briefs.
“Filthy trash.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
