Chapter 36 #3
My dick is wobbling between hard and half-hard, but my heart is pounding like crazy and my adrenaline is pumping like a bass drum inside me.
I’m burning up. I writhe under him, testing the limits of my range of motion.
He pulls back with a satisfied smile, letting me find out what I can and cannot do.
I can jerk my arms around, but they’re stuck above my head. I can move my one free leg, but he’s between my thighs and on top of me, so all I can do is hook it around his waist and keep him in place. My other leg is trapped against the soft leather. I can kick it a bit, but it doesn’t go anywhere.
“Shit,” I manage to say, blinking at Young-gi. “Holy shit.”
“Look at this,” Young-gi purrs. “My very own little toy. It’s a long drive back home, sweet boy. I hope we don’t get bored.”
“Nngh–” The moan/gargle that escapes me is embarrassing because literally all he did is dirty talk me a bit and I’m fucking dying for him.
“You know, I’m still pretty new to being with a man,” Young-gi says. He shifts back between my thighs and shoves my free leg up and out, further immobilizing me. “I think I should study a bit more. Do me a favor and just lie there, would you?”
“What kind of fucked up roleplay is this?” I hiss, trying not to whine for him, to beg for his dick.
“Just taking a look. Seeing what you need.” His final word is a dare, a burning match thrown on my gasoline. And I know we’re past this, past my hang-up about not needing anything, but I can tell what he wants from me. He wants me to play a little bit. To give him a chance to pass another test.
“I don’t need anything,” I grit out while his fingers gently, teasingly trace the muscles of my abdomen.
“No?” he asks idly, not even looking at my face anymore. Just watching his hands as if that’s what’s important. “Interesting. This says otherwise.”
He cups the bulge in my underwear, and I try to push up into his palm, but I can’t move very much.
“Fuck,” I whisper, already feeling broken. He’s going to tease me mercilessly, I can tell. “What did I do to deserve this?”
“To deserve my attention?” Young-gi clarifies, teasing around the edges of my underwear, ghosting his fingers further down between my legs, behind my balls. “To deserve being worshiped and held down and enjoyed? To deserve getting teased and tormented?”
“Y-yeah, that,” I stutter as he traces my opening through the fabric. I wish he’d take them off already.
“Everything,” Young-gi says indulgently. “You’re such a good boy all the time, Tommy. You deserve all this and more.”
I groan because he makes it sound like a reward, and I guess he’s right. I want his undivided attention. I want him to make me settle down and submit. I want whatever he gives me.
“Just so you know,” Young-gi says as he resumes his exploration of my exposed chest, my vulnerable body, “this isn’t about making you cum or not cum. There is no expectation here. I just want to have a little fun, pay a little attention to you. Pass your test. I just want to prove it. Understand?”
I nod frantically, already trying to hump him but unable to. My eyes roll back as one of his hands gets to my neck. I swear I have a conditioned response to his fingers wrapping around my throat. Makes my dick even harder.
“Good,” he says, sounding amused and turned on. “Good boy.”
And the praise makes me moan as much as the touching does.
His laugh is evil and appreciative. He slides one hand beneath my head and grips my hair, holding my head still.
With a growl, he leans over me, crushes me beneath his weight, and kisses me again.
I groan, almost in tears, because how does he unravel me so fast?
How does he know exactly how long to withhold what I want to make it feel perfect?
My lips and tongue tingle and spark with heat. The slick slide of our kiss and heated, panting breath takes over my mind. My thoughts become sluggish and I struggle against my bindings so I can feel them against my skin, so I can feel how powerless I am. How safe I am.
Young-gi presses his hips against mine, despite the clothes. I wrap my free leg around his waist and urge him to do it again. We both moan, muffled and wet in each other’s mouths, as he grinds against me.
“Damn,” he puffs against my cheek as he trails his kisses to my jaw.
“I feel like a fucking teenager with you. How do you make me so crazy that I want to rub off on you in my fucking clothes? You’re intoxicating, you’re perfect for me.
So fucking brilliant and bright. You burn and burn and burn, Tommy. ”
“Young-gi,” I gasp when he nibbles on my ear.
He’s right, we’re basically dry humping each other.
It’s such a strangely intimate way to explore this bondage, to see how I react to it.
Like this oddly beginner-friendly sexual activity is making the more extreme, trigger-adjacent situation tolerable for me.
Makes it exciting and good, instead of scary and too much.
“D-daddy. Fuck me, Daddy.”
“I’m gonna play with you first,” Young-gi says.
He pulls back enough to suck on his fingers, wetting them.
I groan and writhe, knowing exactly what he’s planning on doing next.
A strange surge of desire and anxiety spikes inside me.
He sits back on his knees and rips my underwear like they’re made of paper instead of cotton.
Pushing my loose leg up, exposing my ass to him, he teases those wet fingers against my entrance. His eyes are so dark and intense.
I wriggle, but I can’t get free. I’m trapped.
God, fuck me, I don’t know why I like it so much with Young-gi, but it’s so achingly good that I feel like I might cum just from being at his mercy.
“This must be love,” he whispers, almost to himself. His stare is on my entrance as he slowly pushes inside me, teases those clever fingers around and around my hole. His single-minded focus is so hot I feel a flush warm me from head to toe.
“I’m gonna cum so fast,” I warn him, then regret it because of course thinking about it makes me doubt it, and suddenly I’m feeling self-conscious because what if I can’t follow through on that? What if I can’t–
He crooks his fingers inside me with a smile. A soft, kind smile like we’re on a first date and not having a kinky moment in the back of a limousine.
“Tommy, not to sound cruel,” he drawls, pressing against my insides again and again in a way that has me twitching hard. “But I don’t really care if you cum or not.”
I whine, long and humiliating.
“Oh, you like that?” he teases me. “You like the idea of it not being about that at all, huh? Well, it isn’t. It’s not about cumming. I’m just having fun. I’m just showing my sweet boy a good time. Playing with this sweet body of yours. Hold really still for me, hm? I’m trying to concentrate.”
I think my dick actually bucks at his words and I groan, filthy and loud in the confines of the car. I don’t even try to hold still, because he doesn’t actually need me to. He’s just setting the scene. Giving me the freedom to feel whatever I feel without any pressure or expectations.
Making me feel slutty and horny and embarrassed and small. Good small.
“Daddy,” I moan, the last of the tension in my shoulders slipping away as I practically twerk on his fingers. His laugh is so dark and fucking evil that I shiver.
“That’s right,” he says smugly, his other hand cupping my balls as the fingers inside me massage me all the way to the edge. “There you are. My sweet, slutty boy.”
“Shit!” I hiss, writhing helplessly. I’m on the edge, but he’s not touching my dick, he’s just pleasing me from within, stimulating my prostate and all my nerve endings until I’m vibrating apart under his hands. “Goddamn, holy shit, fuck me, Daddy, fuck!”
“Now this is a good boy,” I hear his voice like a dark spell wrapping around my mind. I’m held down by the bindings, trapped in this intimate, dim car interior. There is no world outside of us, and his voice overwhelms me. “This is my good boy, isn’t he? Tell me, Tommy.”
“I’m your good, sweet boy,” I say quickly, my voice high and trembling. “I’m yours, your baby, your toy, your fucking slut. Give it to me, Daddy, please!”
His satisfied groan rewards me, and I thrash as best as I can. He won’t touch my dick, and tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I blink my vision into focus and see him staring at my face like I’m a feast and he’s ravenous for me.
“I’m yours,” I promise, a growl deepening my voice. “Cum on me. Cum on me, Daddy.”
Young-gi undoes his pants with one hand, leaving his clever, evil fingers inside me. With impatient movements, he spits into his hand and grabs his dick and mine, tugging on them together and making my eyes roll back.
I’m on the precipice of pleasure and pain, torment and heaven. I’m on the verge of transcendence.
“I’m going to cum on you, just like you asked,” Young-gi tells me.
I’m moaning and crying out so loud I can barely hear him, but I do.
I fucking do. “Then I’m going to feed it to you.
And you’ll say thank you like the good boy you are, won’t you?
Fuck, I’m going to mark you every day for the rest of our fucking lives.
I’ll be everything you ever need. You’re my whole world. ”
His fingers inside me are so good that I scream, his words spinning inside my soul. But I’m not there. I’m awake, I’m afraid. Without feeling high, the anxiety caused by my incoming orgasm derails me and I sob, biting my bottom lip hard.
But as usual, my Daddy sees the problem and solves it.
He leans over me, contorting himself to make it good for me, until his teeth dig into my shoulder hard enough that I scream again.
The sudden pain is blinding and distracting and pulls me away from my fear long enough that Young-gi’s next tug on our cocks pulls me over the line into ecstasy.
My vision whites out and I have an out-of-body experience.
He groans deeply, a masculine sound that rumbles to my bones.
He stiffens and writhes over me as our combined cum splashes across my bare stomach.
My ass clenches down on his fingers but he doesn’t stop massaging me from within until I’m making these pathetic sounds every time he pegs my prostate.
He sags on top of me, and his weight is so divine that everything inside me goes limp and relaxed. For several long minutes, we just breathe each other in, reveling in our connection and our pleasure.
Finally, he pulls back with a groan. I smile deliriously up at him, sated and soft. He stares down at me, intense and possessive. As promised, he keeps his fingers inside me but uses his other hand to swipe up his cum and offer it to me.
I lunge at his hand and suck his fingers with a groan. I’ve never been into the taste of cum, but I like the symbolism of this. The submission and the ownership.
I almost bite him, though, when those fingers inside me start moving again.
“What are you–ah! Fuck!” I pant, my voice broken.
“Wanna see if I can make you cum again?” he asks, looking me over like an artist seeing a blank canvas.
He looks delighted by the possibilities.
“We put it off last time. But here you are, all tied up and at my mercy. This time, I can touch you and tease you as long as I want to. Make you scream and cry. Make you small. Make you mine.”
I swallow hard. I’d said my safe word last time, and of course I could again.
I’m overstimulated as fuck and feeling vulnerable from the bondage.
But fuck, I like the sound of this. The play-pretend game that my bound predicament makes me helpless to stop him.
He’d stop if I said the word, but we’re playing a game right now, and this time, I want to play.
“Do your worst,” I huff at him, trying to pull away but unable to. “I’m not gonna cum again. No matter what.”
The gauntlet is thrown and Young-gi looks so pleased with me that I think he might break character.
But he keeps his pleasure under wraps and strikes fast, yanking his fingers out so he can lift my leg up and swat at my backside, reawakening the soreness there until I’m hissing and wincing and half-hard again.
“Let’s see about that,” he says, and fuck me, but I’m in love.