Exposed and Bound
I was imprisoned.
“Hah—gasp.” Where the hell am I? I was just sleeping on the sofa a moment ago. I hurriedly looked around. It was some kind of warehouse. Under my feet lay a blue mat, the kind we occasionally used during PE class back in school.
What the...? What happened? First, I need to get out of— Clank. Something was off. It didn't feel free at all. Oppressive. Restrained... No way... I lifted my head to look up.
“Fuck...” My hands were bound with iron chains, pulled up above me. The chains weren't too high, so I could sit, but that was it. I could only squirm helplessly, unable to do anything else.
Kang Minseo racked his brain. Why am I restrained like this? No way... Did they find out...? A year ago, as a rookie cop, I'd been ordered to infiltrate a mafia organization. I'd been careful every day, always on guard, never getting too close to the members. I'd lived in constant tension, keeping my distance.
“Please... no... If they found out... Hayoung would...”
That was when it happened. Click-clack—click-clack—click-clack. The sound of high heels echoing from afar. It sent chills down my spine in the vast, empty warehouse.
There she was, approaching in a black suit. Baek Hayoung. Silver-long straight hair, sharp eyes, high nose, rose-red lips. Incredibly beautiful, yet her vampire-like intimidating aura made no one dare treat her lightly.
Hayoung stopped in front of me. “Whew—Minseo.” Her calm, ice-cold voice echoed. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. After a year together, I knew instantly. This tone only came out when she was furious.
“Minseo. When I call your name, you answer.” Her words were soft, but not affectionate—more like a threat.
“...Yes..” I forced my trembling body to respond.
Hayoung knelt down, meeting my bound eyes, and stroked my head. “My sweet Minseo. Haven't you done anything wrong to me?” Her icy gaze drove me deeper into terror.
What should I do? Option 1: Confess everything and beg. Option 2: Play dumb to the end. Deep down, I wanted 1. She terrified me. Any more lies, and my future was done for. But there's no evidence yet. Maybe she's just fishing, mafia-style. If she knew I was a spy, she'd have killed me already. Please... let this judgment be right...
“Boss... I really don't know what I did wrong..”
“Pfft—” I tried my most innocent expression, but before I finished, Hayoung burst out laughing in disbelief.
“Minseo, you still don't get your situation? Fine... I've been bored lately, but thanks to you, I won't be.”
Oh shit. Something's wrong. I need to fix this. “Boss... that's not what I—”
“But that yapping mouth of yours needs fixing.” Without pause, she tore duct tape from the floor and sealed my mouth.
“Mmph—mmph—!” Hands bound, mouth taped—panic and fear squeezed me tighter. No calling for help in this empty warehouse now.
Hayoung smiled faintly at my plight and picked up scissors, approaching slowly. “Look at you, wearing such pretty clothes. But you can't wear them anymore. What to do?”
What? Can't wear them? What's with the scissors...? No way... I thrashed with all my strength, but bound hands limited me.
Hayoung closed in. “Mmph—mmph—mmph!!” She grabbed my writhing body and, without hesitation, sliced my shirt. Snip— Fabric fell, revealing my pale skin.
“Mmph—!” My eyes widened in shock. Why... why are you doing this... stop...
Ignoring—or knowing—my panic, she ruthlessly cut away. The thin shirt soon lay in shreds on the floor. Lean but defined muscles and abs—enough to captivate any woman.
“Heh... Minseo, hiding such a pretty body...?” She mocked, grinning.
Humiliation burned; I wanted to crawl into a hole. “But we're just getting started, Minseo.” She moved the scissors to my jeans.
Then—I kicked out, shoving her away. No... not this... I have to find a way. This tape first...Click. My pupils shook.
“You think I'm playing house?” Hayoung drew a gun, aiming at me. “Minseo, this isn't the police station. If I want, I can kill you without a trace.”
I flinched. She knew. That I was a cop... Everything was over.
“One more rebellion, and I shoot.” She holstered the gun, grabbed the scissors again, and advanced.
I couldn't thrash. My body went limp from terror and shock. Snip—snip— Jeans shredded, leaving only my underwear. Tears welled in my eyes, ready to spill.
Hayoung sliced the last piece away. Now I hung naked in the warehouse. Pubic hair and cock fully exposed to her. I couldn't hold back; tears streamed down my face.
“Hngghmmph...” They trailed to my thighs.
“Minseo, crying like that just makes me want to torment you more.” Sadistic glee rose as she watched my pale, naked, sobbing form. She knelt and gripped my cock hard.
“Mmph—!!” Red-eyed, I shuddered at the sudden stimulation.
“I'm gonna stroke this from now on... Cum without permission, and you die here today.”
What...? Fear and arousal muddled my thoughts.
“Heard me? Nod.” Terror-struck, I nodded vigorously.
“If you're close, say so. Cum without warning... well, use your imagination.” Grinning wickedly, she gripped and stroked.
Even in horror, lust boiled. A virgin who'd never had a real girlfriend, the sensation was overwhelming; I instinctively clenched my legs. “Mmph...!”
Hayoung glared coldly. “Spread.”
Chills ran down my spine. I'd thought I'd adapt, but her terror surpassed imagination. “Last warning. Spread them.”
Tears pooling, I slowly parted my legs. Yeah... can't die like this. Survive, no matter what. Legs in an M-shape, cock and bush obscenely displayed.
Satisfied, she gripped again, rubbing my glans with her index finger. It swelled. No, no, I thought, but lust ignored reason. My cock stood rigid, veins pulsing, craving more.
“Stands so well even now? Unique tastes.” She sneered, then pistoned slowly.
Each stroke made my body jolt. Pleasure clouded my mind; instinct threatened to take over. She smeared precum on the glans; I trembled visibly.
Her small, pale, delicate hand gliding over me whitened my thoughts. She sped up, stronger. Precum slicked her hand; my veiny cock was ravaged. Squelch—squelch—
“Hnggh...!” My mind screamed limit.
Lost in her hand, orgasm crashed. Remembering her words—cum and die—I shook my head desperately, signaling stop.
But she ignored, gripping rougher, faster. “Mmph!! Hngghmph!!!” Please stop... please...
Squelch-squelch— I couldn't endure. Before her eyes, I erupted white semen.
“Hnnngggmmph!!” Spurt—spurt— Hips and legs convulsed. Cum splattered the blue mat; remnants dripped from my cock.