Begging for Release: The Slave's Oath
His mind reeled in a haze of slave contract delirium. He prayed this was all a nightmare. He'd ejaculated in front of a woman, convulsing like that. Maybe death would be better. Shame tore through every inch of Minseo's body. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes.
"Minseo. What did I tell you?" Hayoung watched him coolly, her voice flat.
Minseo's pupils shook at her words.
"Pfft... just kidding. Since I didn't even remove the tape from your mouth, I'll call it invalid." Hayoung chuckled as if it were all a game, stroking his hair. Then she peeled the tape off his mouth and wiped the semen from her hand onto his cheek.
"Now you can talk, right? Practice game's over. Time for the real one."
Minseo couldn't believe his ears. What...? She's going to keep doing this...? He was about to blurt out anything to stop her when Hayoung spoke first.
"And Minseo? The moment you say anything besides 'I want to cum,' I'll leave the consequences to your imagination."
Of course. Any attempt to fight back was pointless now. He'd already been reduced to her plaything.
Hayoung slipped behind him and whispered into his ear. "If you want to cum, say it loud and clear, word for word. Otherwise, it's invalid." She whispered like a devil, her voice laced with laughter.
Hell began again. She wrapped around him from behind like a back hug, grasping his cock once more.
"Hngh!"
His body, freshly spent, was hypersensitive now, every sensation amplified. Hayoung gripped his cock and started a slow pistoning motion again.
Unable to resist, all Minseo could do was spread his legs and tremble.
"Your body's so sensitive," Hayoung teased, pinching his nipple while her pistoning never stopped. His body shuddered violently.
"Hng...!"
Kang Minseo endured as she twisted and tormented his nipple without mercy.
Soon, his cock stiffened erect again from the stimulation.
It was starting over. Could he endure it this time...? That shame...?
Hayoung sped up her pistoning, rubbing her thumb over the precum-slick glans.
"Hnnngh!"
The glans stimulation was too intense. His mind went blank again. His body bucked under the relentless assault scrambling his brain.
Hayoung glanced at his face—tear-streaked red eyes, pale skin, soft black curls—all perfect for torment. More tears pooled at the corners. Then cry some more for me.
She gripped his cock harder, shaking it fiercely, while her left hand clamped his nipple and twisted viciously.
"Hnnngh... stop... please...!" Minseo begged in a pitiful whimper.
"Minseo. If you're gonna cum, say it loud and clear. I can't understand you like that." Her tone was firm.
"I-I'm... gonna cum... please stop...!" Minseo cried out, trembling violently.
She abruptly released his pistoning cock.
"Hahk... hahk...!"
Kang Minseo gasped for breath. Relief at the halted orgasm? Or despair at being denied? Either way, it amused her endlessly.
"Hnggh...!"
Pitiful tears streamed down his cheeks.
"Hic... Boss... I was wrong... just once... please spare me... hnggh...!" Minseo sobbed, pleading with his boss.
"Minseo, who's saying I won't let you live? Keep doing what you're doing, and you'll survive. You're doing great~ Don't cry. No one's coming to save you."
Hayoung crushed his last shred of hope.
"Alright, Minseo. You've rested enough. Time to go again?" Without waiting, she seized his cock.
"Hnght—!"
Repeated stimulation had left his body excruciatingly sensitive. Hayoung smirked at his moan and resumed her slow pistoning.
Squelch— squelch—
Now, with every stroke, he bucked his hips and shuddered.
"Hngh... hngh..."
His moans echoed softly through the warehouse.
Squelch— squelch— squelch— squelch—
Suddenly, her hand pistoned his cock at blinding speed.
"Hgk!!"
Not long since his last denial, Minseo hurtled toward climax.
"Nngh... gonna cum... stop... please...!"
He begged again. But this time, her response differed.
"Hold out a little longer."
Her unyielding voice threw him into panic. Pleasure surged relentlessly; he was seconds from erupting.
"Please... gonna cum...! Please...!" He yanked his hips back desperately, yelling to stop her shaking.
"Pfft."
Delighted by the sight, she gently released him.
"Hngh... hngh..."
Minseo barely held back, panting raggedly. Mentally, he was at his limit. Pleasure crashed like a tidal wave.
"Good boy. Didn't want to die, huh?" Hayoung petted his head.
"But why'd you try to deceive me? Did I look like an easy mark?"
She knelt before him now, locking eyes.
He couldn't speak. His bloodshot gaze darted away.
"Huh? Minseo? Answer when I ask."
Her voice turned icy.
"I... I was wrong..."
That's all Kang Minseo could manage. Any words would lead to ruin.
"Yeah. Take your punishment sweetly, then."
She stepped out of the warehouse briefly, returning with something—a pink cylindrical toy. An onahole.
"Th-this is..."
"Electric onahole. We're putting this on your cock. Endure it for five minutes." She grinned, squirting lube inside before slamming it onto his cock.
"Looks good. So pretty."
His tear-reddened eyes, pale body, and the onahole—irresistible for sadism.
Kang Minseo hung his head in resignation.
"Ready... go."
Hayoung flicked the switch.
Vrrr—
The onahole clamped his cock tight, vibrating relentlessly. Not as intense as her hand, but the constant micro-tremors stimulated differently.
"Hng..."
She dragged over a chair and sat before him—legs spread, hands bound, enduring the torment. Pitiful yet so erotic.
"Hngh... hngh..."
His lewd moans made Hayoung's core grow wet.
"Minseo. Five minutes. One minute down."
*I... know... but... hngh... too sensitive...*
The weak but persistent vibrations melted his brain. His legs quivered faintly. One minute felt like an hour.
"Four minutes left?" Hayoung checked her watch.
"But ending so easily would be no fun."
She smirked and pulled out the switch.
"W-wait, you didn't say... hng...!"
Minseo panicked, but it was futile. She cranked it up a notch.
Vrrrrrr—
The onahole roared, squeezing and vibrating his cock savagely.
"Hnghk—!"
Overwhelmed anew, Minseo flailed helplessly.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Hayoung smiled in satisfaction at his ragged breaths and trembling form.
Buck— buck—
He thrashed, lifting and dropping his hips to escape the stimulation—a sight worth watching.
"Boss... please... stop... hnght!!"
At his limit, Minseo begged again. Hayoung knelt, facing his pursed lips.
"Want to cum? Then be my slave from now on."
"Hng... what...?"
"Exactly that. Bark when I say bark, strip when I say strip, eat when I say eat. Become my slave."
"Hnght... how could..."
"Then cum here and die. I'll make it painless."
Her resolute words reddened his eyes. Time was up. He was about to burst.
"I'll do it... hng... just let me cum...!"
He chose survival.
"Then say, 'Master, please let me cum.'"
Hayoung grinned.
He was broken.
"Nngh! Master, please let me cum!" Minseo wailed desperately.
"Good boy. Cum as much as you want, Minseo."
"Hnnnngh!"
His body convulsed wildly, cock throbbing up and down in massive ecstasy as he erupted. Tortured so long, the aftershocks lingered. Legs quaking, semen leaked from the onahole onto the mat.
Hayoung watched with satisfaction, then pulled it off. Drips splattered messily.
"You came so much."
Drained of tension, Kang Minseo slumped limply. Hayoung caressed his cheek and whispered in his ear.
"Looking forward to owning you."