Chapter 8 - Wailing
"Minseo-ya. If you keep having all the fun yourself and passing out whenever you feel like it, who's going to calm me down?"
Hayoung stroked Minseo's ass gently. The touch was soft, but to Minseo, it felt horrifying.
"...I'm... I'm sorry..."
"Aren't you tired of saying you're sorry yet?"
She cut him off and started flicking his dick with the same hand that had been stroking his ass.
"Ngh..."
Minseo couldn't say a thing, just had to endure her flicking his dick.
"Minseo-ya, say something. Or are you doing this because you want to whimper like a dog?"
Her tone was soft, but the meaning behind it was anything but.
"Hngh... I won't... hide again..."
Minseo begged for forgiveness, trembling with fear, but it meant nothing to her.
"I told you, don't just say it with words—show me with your actions."
She grabbed his dick coldly.
"Ngh—"
He let out a moan as pain shot through his dick.
"Otherwise, I'll show you that if you make the wrong choice, you'll regret it to the bone."
Click—
"Ugh—"
He groaned as the cold metal touched his wrists.
On the wall of Hayoung's room was a restraint device to bind both hands. Now Minseo was naked, pressed against the wall, arms raised and hands bound.
"Looks good."
Hayoung said, eyeing him as he stood helplessly against the wall, hands tied.
She approached and fondled his defenseless pale dick.
Twitch—
Hayoung was already getting wet, her heart pounding. She wanted him to howl and suffer for her. She wanted him to howl as he came for her.
"Are you ready?"
Hayoung asked, watching him grow anxious.
"Please... don't do this..."
He'd already been violated to the point of losing his mind during the day, and the thought of being tied up and subjected to more torment made his vision go dark.
"If a dog doesn't listen, it needs training so it never does this again, right? Isn't that right?"
Hayoung kept stroking his dick.
"Heup... it's necessary..."
Minseo answered reluctantly to her cold, heartless question.
Hayoung smiled and pulled something from the bedside drawer. There were several bead-shaped vibrators.
"It's a vibrator. I liked how you were crying and wailing earlier."
Twitch—
He shuddered, the nightmare of the Aneros flashing through his mind.
"It won't be as bad as the Aneros. Don't worry. I'm going to attach one to your ass, one to your perineum, and one to each nipple."
"Master... please..."
Go through that hell again? His vision blurred with tears.
"I really won't hide again... sob... please..."
Large tears streamed down his cheeks. All while he pitifully held out his dick.
Hayoung had seen him cry many times, but never so sorrowfully. He must have realized what happens when he doesn't listen. Still, training was training. She had to carve into his bones who his master was, so he would never do it again.
"No use crying. Spread your legs."
Hayoung kicked his pale legs with her foot.
"Hngh... sob*..."
He slowly spread his legs, sobbing.
She squeezed gel onto her hand and rubbed his asshole.
"Ngh... hngh"
Then she shoved the bead-shaped vibrator inside in one go.
"Hahk!"
He squirmed at the foreign feeling entering his ass.
"One in. Next is the perineum."
She attached a vibrator to his perineum as well.
"Hngh... hngh..."
Minseo kept weeping helplessly.
Finally, Hayoung attached a vibrator to each of his nipples. And finally, she wrapped a blindfold over his eyes.
"Hngh... why..."
He trembled in fear, his vision sealed without knowing why.
"Do you know what happens when you can't see? Your other senses sharpen. Your body is already sensitive, so try to bear it."
"Please... Master..."
Ignoring Minseo's begging—he still didn't know when to give up—she switched on all the vibrators.
VRRRR—
The vibrators began to hum and buzz.
"Hah!"
He shuddered and writhed as the vibrations hit his prostate, perineum, and nipples.
Clink, clink—
He struggled to escape, but with his hands bound, all he could do was surrender his body to the vibrations.
"Hah—"
His moans echoed through the room as his dick started to harden. Because it was pitch black and he couldn't see, every sensation felt even more intense.
BZZZ— BZZZ— BZZZ—
The three vibrators buzzed without pause, not giving Minseo a moment of rest.
Minseo wept at his helplessness, feeling the vibrator buzzing diligently inside his ass.
"Hahk— hahk—"
His perineum and nipples were also trembling from the vibrators, violating him.
His thighs began to tremble.
Hayoung smiled contentedly as she watched him, unable to regain his senses from the vibrators. Then she leaned against the bed and opened a book. Just a single book. She wouldn't let him go until she finished it. She had a bookmark, but for today, she decided to read the book slowly—word by word—thoroughly.
About ten minutes passed.
VRRRR—
"Hngh... hah!"
Minseo thrashed, his legs moving back and forth in pleasure, and his pale belly heaved cutely with pleasure. Minseo, who had never touched his own nipples in his life, was struggling to handle the ticklish, strange sensation.
"Please... just a little... ngh... let me rest. Hngh..."
Minseo begged, panting.
Hayoung was dumbfounded. Does he not realize his situation? Seeing him trembling with vibrators attached and still asking for a break, Hayoung scoffed.
"Hmm... Minseo-ya... this is training. It's a punishment. Or does it not feel like you're being punished yet?"
With that, she grabbed his underwear and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Mmph—! Mmph—!"
He panicked and made muffled sounds around the underwear.
Hayoung looked down at his dick, and sure enough, it was dripping with precum. Satisfied, she stroked his dick and whispered in his ear.
"Minseo-ya, do you know why I didn't attach a vibrator to your dick? If I did, you'd come right away. But like this, you can't cum on your own. You'll just burn forever. Heh heh... like a dog in heat."
"Mmph—!! Mmph—!!"
"Until I let you go, you'll be helpless, dripping precum and staying in heat. Forever."
Hearing that, Minseo groaned in fear, but she ignored him and went back to reading.
Time passed helplessly again.
About twenty minutes passed—an eternity of hell for Minseo.
VRRRR—
VRRRR—
Minseo could no longer resist; he just accepted the pleasure with his whole body.
Twitch—
Twitch—
His legs had long gone limp from the pleasure, and his dick was fully erect, soaking the floor with precum.
"Ugh..."
BZZZ— BZZZ—
Twitch—
Minseo could only moan with the underwear in his mouth.
Finally, Hayoung set down the book and approached him.
"Minseo-ya, have you reflected?"
Hearing her voice from in front, he nodded desperately, as if this were his last chance.
"Mmph—! Mmph—!!"
"Did it feel that good?"
She pulled the underwear out of his mouth. Wet with saliva, he couldn't close his mouth and drooled like a dog.
"Hngh... hngh..."
Tears streamed down from under the blindfold. The black blindfold was soaked, showing how much he'd cried.
But Hayoung was a devil. She had no intention of letting him go yet.
"I'm going to count to 100 starting now. If you get even one number wrong, we start over. If you don't count clearly, we start over. Now, start."
"Hngh... please..."
He begged pitifully, as if he couldn't take any more, but she grabbed his dick, which was dripping even more stubbornly.
"Haaahk!"
Minseo moaned, reacting to even the slightest touch on his hypersensitive dick. And Hayoung rubbed the head, slick with precum, with her thumb like she was working a joystick.
"You have to count to 100 before I let you go."
At her firm, cold tone, Minseo began a battle with no end in sight.
"Hngh—! One!"
His body was already sensitive from the vibrators, so the stimulation of her rubbing his head was overwhelming. Minseo was in agony. Pleasure consumed his entire body, every part hypersensitive, and Hayoung rubbing his head was maddening torture.
"Hngh... ah..."
Minseo counted sorrowfully, stomping his feet, not knowing what to do with the pleasure tearing through him.
"At this rate, when will you ever reach 100?"
With that, Hayoung kept rubbing the head in circles with her thumb. Minseo's ass twitched, and the howling number game began again.
"Hngh!! Two!!"
"Hngh!! Three!!"
"Fourrr... hngh..."
To escape the stimulation on his head, Minseo twisted his waist pitifully, rocking his ass back and forth, but with his hands tied, he could do nothing. All he could do was stomp his trembling legs and keep counting...
"Thirty-three!"
"Thirty-fourrr—hahk!"
She had no intention of letting go of his head until he counted all the way to 100. His dick was already red, on the verge of cumming, but whenever she saw signs of an orgasm, she'd let go of his head. Repeating that process, Minseo couldn't cum and only grew more and more desperate. He was half out of his mind, going crazy.
Minseo, counting with trembling legs and sobbing, continued with difficulty, wondering if he might die from the pleasure.
"Hngh... fifty... twooo!!"
Minseo howled, barely distinguishable whether he was counting or screaming.
"Minseo-ya, want to start over?"
Hayoung now started rubbing his head against her palm. Round and round.
Twitch, twitch.
His head, slick with precum, spun round and round in her palm, dizzying Minseo. Minseo howled, his body jolting from the maddening stimulation that felt like his brain melting.
"Haaahk!!"
Clink! Clink!
The restraint on his wrists clattered as he thrashed.
"Minseo-ya, does it feel that good? I guess I'll have to do this every day."
Hayoung rubbed and spun his head harder with her palm. Hayoung smiled, thinking it was like doodling on paper with colored pencils. Had she ever seen such a thick, big colored pencil? And a pencil that never dried out and leaked precum so well was incredibly attractive.
"Haaah—!! Stop it—!!"
Minseo thrashed his whole body, begging her to stop.
"It's only fifty, Minseo-ya. You need to keep counting, right?"
"Haaah!! Fifty-threeee!!"
Minseo howled with all his might and kept counting.