Side Story 43: The Sex-Service Contest
This little shit... he's the real deal, isn't he?
Master was left speechless by Lee Hyunwoo's brazen request.
Do I call him admirable... or just shameless...
Among all the males who'd had the one they loved ripped away from them, he had never seen one fold this fast.
I had him all wrong. What he felt for Eun-woo wasn't love—it was pure lust. Makes sense, I guess.
Anyone else would have found Lee Hyunwoo disgusting and despised him for it. Master, however, did not entirely hate a creature like this. He himself was the incarnation of lust, after all.
Eh... this actually works out for me. Lmao.
"I-I'll do anything... I want to be a pedestal too... like Kim Minjun..."
"You'll really do anything?"
"Y-yes..."
The way he mumbled it made it obvious he wasn't even sure of the words coming out of his own mouth.
Can't put too much faith in the hearts of weaklings like this. They're reeds in the wind.
While he was at it, Master decided to test Lee Hyunwoo's resolve.
"Then how about we make a bet?"
"A... bet...?"
He was proposing one of his favorite pastimes.
"If you want to be a pedestal too, you'll need to pass a test. Prove you're useful. And the most straightforward way to confirm that is..."
Master turned to look at Kim Minjun, who was watching from behind with anxious eyes.
"Compete against the existing pedestal and prove you're more valuable."
Kim Minjun swallowed dryly. It was a sign of anxiety—and at the same time, the swell at his crotch made it clear his brain was already starting to get sexually aroused.
"A-alright..."
There was a flicker of hesitation, but Lee Hyunwoo accepted Master's terms remarkably quickly.
"I'll do it... the bet..."
"H-hey... Lee Hyunwoo..."
Kim Minjun scolded him for being so reckless.
"What. Why're you calling me. You not gonna do it?"
Lee Hyunwoo, however, had thought it through. He had thought it through very carefully—and he was convinced that accepting the bet, then being recognized as a pedestal for Master and Eun-woo, would help him paint a brilliant future for himself.
"D-do you even think? Or did you want to live as Eun-woo-nim's pedestal that badly? So you really did like him, huh..."
Kim Minjun poured out every insult he could muster, kindly explaining just how stupid this choice was—
"What. You scared?"
Lee Hyunwoo countered his friend's kindness by hitting the universal male taunt button.
Something snapped. The moment a man heard that from a friend, the concept of caution vanished from his head.
"...Me... to you...?"
Kim Minjun had always looked down on Lee Hyunwoo as beneath him. A little over five-seven and tipping past two hundred pounds—a fucking fat pig of a guy.
This worthless piece of shit? He's asking if I'm scared of him?
His pride was thoroughly scraped raw.
"Haha, well? You gonna take that lying down?"
Master piled on the provocation.
"Wow~ Kim Minjun, I'm disappointed. This isn't the you I know."
Something surged up in him. Hearing that from Eun-woo on top of everything else—
"Fine. Let's fucking do this."
There was nowhere left to retreat.
Master smiled in satisfaction.
"Good. Then I'll explain right now."
A pedestal wasn't simply there to prop up Master and the females during sex. It was a bottom-rung existence, used as a tool rather than a human being. They had to freely display their pathetic, suffering selves, consumed as seasoning for Master's sense of superiority. And through it all, ejaculation was forbidden.
Master pulled something from his bag.
That's...
Both of them were thoroughly versed in the theory.
I-I never thought I'd actually see one in real life...
It was the first time they'd seen one in person. An egg-shaped vibrator—commonly called a rotor. Unlike a large, long dildo, it was a masturbation toy whose small egg was affixed to an erogenous zone. Mostly used by women, but—
"You two are going to keep these stuck to your dicks."
Men sometimes attached them to the glans as well. The consensus was that the vibration was a bit too weak for men to cum from.
"Just hold it in while you're being used as pedestals. Haha."
But for a situation like this—teasing, tormenting—they were perfect. Both of them were serious masochists and premature ejaculators to begin with. They'd often blow their loads from the situation alone, without any real stimulation. Force them not to cum while giving them just enough, and they'd go completely feral.
This is gonna be fucking hilarious. Lmao.
Master was already looking forward to it.
Thoroughly cowed, Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo taped two rotors to the tips of their glans. The two wireless rotors flanking their tiny heads made it feel like they were being gang-raped by sex toys.
F-fuck...
"Nngh..."
A thoroughly shameful, humiliating sight. But they were still men, after all. A scene straight out of porn, plus physical stimulation on their cocks, and they were already twitching rock-hard with excitement.
As if that weren't the end of it, Master tossed them one more thing.
"What... is this..."
The two of them stared in confusion. What he'd thrown was a homemade toy of two clothespins linked by a rubber band.
"Here. Clip those onto your nipples. One each. Share nicely."
"W-what...?"
Lee Hyunwoo was a little thrown by the unexpected turn.
"I don't like repeating myself."
He answered the question with a cold, heavy look. Lee Hyunwoo flinched, frightened. Beside him—
"...Yes."
Kim Minjun accepted it calmly, picked up one clothespin, and clipped it to his left nipple, letting out a filthy little moan as he did.
"Nnh..."
Lee Hyunwoo stared blankly for a moment, then quickly snatched up the remaining one and clipped it to his right nipple. His whole body shuddered as a strange, illicit pleasure flickered through his mind.
"Whoever drops theirs is disqualified, got it?"
With that, the overall preparations were complete. The bet itself was simple. While Eun-woo made Master cum, they would serve with all their hearts as pedestals. Meanwhile the rotors would stimulate their glans, and whoever came first lost. Additionally, dropping the clothespin clamped to your nipple meant instant disqualification.
"Alright then..."
Having finished the explanation, Master gave the order to his two slaves.
"Both of you. Down."
His heavy voice made their legs go weak. At an alpha's command, the betas simply dropped to their knees, pressed their heads to the floor, and assumed a full prostration as a sign of absolute submission.
And then he called his favorite slave in the gentlest voice in the world.
"Eun-woo~"
"Yes~♡"
Eun-woo came at Master's call and stepped on his friends' backs as they prostrated themselves, planting one foot on each of their heads as he pressed in close to Master.
"U-ugh..."
"Hah... hah..."
Right before the bet began, Kim Minjun warned Lee Hyunwoo beside him.
"D-don't come crying when you get your ass completely wrecked..."
"Dropping your voice doesn't make you scary, so don't even try, fam."
Like that was going to work.
"You little shit..."
Unlike Kim Minjun, a scrawny little anchovy of a man, Lee Hyunwoo had a chubby build. Fat, if you were being honest—which meant he was the stronger of the two. Which meant the mental composure was on Lee Hyunwoo's side.
"Hold out until I cum, yeah? Haha."
Master gave the signal and pressed the remote, activating each of their rotors. The vibration rising from their lower bodies traveled up their spines and lit up the pleasure centers of their brains. Both of them flinched and started trembling.
And then Master and Eun-woo, clinging to him, launched into a passionate deep kiss.
"Mmmmh...♡"
It was called a deep kiss, but the height difference between Eun-woo and Master was considerable. Even with the pedestals boosting his height, a proper lip-lock was a stretch. Their lips parted before long—but that was fine.
"Hahh... these pedestals are kinda..."
That was what the living pedestals were for.
"I-I'm sorry...!"
The moment Master complained, both of them immediately lifted their heads to adjust the height, trembling. Eun-woo was on the light side, and they were two grown men, but supporting a person's entire weight with nothing but neck strength was no small feat.
M-my neck...
Forget coming—I won't last long like this...
Kim Minjun's mind raced at how much harder this was than he'd expected. He tried to score points by fawning not just on Master but on Eun-woo, whom he served as well.
"Th-thank you for tormenting this pathetic little mutt-cock that couldn't even compare to Master's... Eun-woo-nim..."
"You retard... just don't wobble."
Of course, his friend's honeyed words were nothing but nauseating. Or maybe not entirely?
"What's this, Eun-woo~ You talk like that but your dick likes it? Super tsundere, lmao."
"M-Master..."
Eun-woo, who normally ate every insult and degrading word and was treated like trash, found it a reward in its own right as a masochist—but every now and then, holding the reins and being praised like this wasn't so bad either. Still, he had good instincts; he didn't let himself get drunk on the moment.
"Master's right here... what's a dick-house like me doing getting praised...♡"
"Hah... Eun-woo, why've you only been saying such pretty things lately? So damn precious, haha."
"Hehe...♡"
Master's praise felt far better than those idiots' fawning, after all. As if to make that known, he ground the tips of his toes hard into his friends' skulls.
"Ugh...!"
They were at their limit now. The muscles in their necks gave out, and their heads gradually sank—but it didn't matter anymore. They'd moved on from kissing to something else.
"Aaah...♡"
Eun-woo licked across the chest of the Master he loved and had given his body to, and with his hands he earnestly stroked that massive cock. The smiling eyes looking up at him were truly pretty.
"Mashter... Eunyu'll make you feel even better... so praise me more...♡"
Meanwhile, with their heads planted on the floor again, Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo felt a measure of relief.
O-okay, is that one worry off my plate for now...?
The rotors kept buzzing. Once they got used to the torment, it didn't feel that threatening.
Harder than I thought... but I can hold out... right...?
At this rate I've got this in the bag... not sure about Hyunwoo, that stamina-eunuch...
And then—a sudden tearing pain flared from his nipple.
"H-h-hey...! Lee Hyunwoo...! What the hell are you doing...!"
Lee Hyunwoo, right beside him, had shifted his body and yanked on the clothespin clamped to their nipples. He hadn't moved much—they were still performing their pedestal duties—but it was more than enough stimulation to pour tension back into a body that had started to slacken.
Lee Hyunwoo glanced sideways at Kim Minjun.
"H-hey... don't you ignore me—"
And he moved again as if to say so what, yanking on the nipple once more.
"Y-you son of a—!"
An unexpected ambush. The pleasure center that had grown complacent felt like it was roaring back to life.
Finally playing the game for real, huh? Lmao.
Apparently Lee Hyunwoo had figured out the true nature of this game.