A Pedestal Like You Dares to Want to Cum? Hehe♡
A long, stretching pull—pain like the flesh itself was about to tear free with the skin.
"Lee Hyunwoo, you chickenshit bastard! Fight fair!"
"W-why's this even cheating, tho?"
"Nngh...!"
On top of everything, there was his infuriating friend's mockery.
"M-Master...! Is this even allowed?!"
He lodged a complaint with the referee, but—
"Of course~ If anything, Hyunwoo's the one playing it smart, lol."
From Master's point of view, Lee Hyunwoo was making a nice play.
"I told you, didn't I? Drop it and you're disqualified. Knocking the other guy's clip off first is a perfectly valid way to win~"
Lee Hyunwoo was playing completely fairly within the rules of the wager.
"Th-that's...!"
The fire had well and truly landed on Kim Minjun's feet.
A crushing press—!
"Urgh...!"
Eunwoo's heel grinding into the back of his skull already hurt like hell, and then—
A vicious yank—!
F-fuck...!
The pain of his nipple being hauled on chewed straight through his willpower. And slipping in through that weakened will came...
A low, teasing buzz—
Maddening pleasure shooting up from his cock.
A twitch...!
The instant the pleasure he'd blotted out with pain registered again, something deep in his prostate gave a helpless little jump. Maybe because he was being developed as a masochist... even the nipple being yanked and hurting started to feel somehow good...
Yaaank—
I-it's gonna tear off...!
...or maybe it just hurt, after all.
"By the way, Hyunwoo, doesn't that hurt you too?"
It wasn't only Kim Minjun getting pulled. The one doing the pulling, Lee Hyunwoo, had to be hurting as well.
"I'm fine... totally fine..."
Compared to Kim Minjun, who was trembling all over, he actually did look at peace.
Is it 'cause he's got more body fat? Lol.
Having more fat didn't make him immune to pinching... but the extra slack in his skin seemed to be taking less of the damage.
"A good match is fine and all... but if you drop Eunwoo, you're dead, you hear me?"
Winning mattered, but they couldn't forget the real point of the wager: proving their worth as pedestals for Master's and the females' enjoyable sex. If they got so focused on competing that they ruined a good fuck, that would be a problem.
"Y-yes...!"
"At least you answer well~"
Pleased with his slaves' answers, Master finished getting ready to enjoy himself in earnest.
"Alright then, time to..."
"Our Eunwoo~ How about you turn around?"
"Yeees~♡"
At Master's command, he whipped around and stuck his ass out.
A rough grab—Master seized both of Eunwoo's wrists and, with practiced ease, rammed his monstrous cock into the hole.
A violent slap of flesh on flesh—and the impact transferred straight into the skulls of the two men pinned underfoot, a crack that felt like bone giving way.
And then came Master's all-out ass-pounding. Slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Ehhhnngh...! Nnnngh...!♡"
That dizzying sensation he could never get used to, his prostate ravaged without mercy, his eyes rolling back in his head. Even with the hormone shots, maybe thanks to that natural prostate massage, a handful of precum gushed from Eunwoo's cock and—given the position—spilled down over the backs of the two friends pinned underneath.
A shiver ran through them. That sticky, scalding sensation spread through every nerve in their skin.
"Hah... hah...!"
Another guy's disgusting fluids... and yet, maybe because he'd always been sexually interested in Eunwoo, Lee Hyunwoo's cock seemed to be throbbing with joy.
F-fuck... my neck's gonna snap...
Kim Minjun, on the other hand, had no room to care about the fluids raining down on him. The vibrations crashing through his skull like it was being cracked open were ringing through his brain, a relentless press that felt like his head was being crushed. On top of that, Lee Hyunwoo, in heat from Eunwoo's fluids, was twitching with delight—which yanked Minjun's nipple even harder.
But... that was actually good.
I-if this keeps up, I win...
The first one to cum was the winner. Unlike himself, whose pleasure was dulled by the pain, the friend sprawled next to him seemed wildly turned on by his first time as a pedestal, twitching and twitching.
...is that why he's pulling even harder? Trying to make me lose?
Knowing that, Lee Hyunwoo was actively going after Kim Minjun's clothespin.
Like I'd lose, you piece of shit...!
Kim Minjun pressed himself expertly against Lee Hyunwoo, easing the rubber band's tension as much as he could.
Kim Minjun, you son of a bitch...!
Stuck in the pedestal role, he couldn't run far. One way or another, the situation was stacked against Lee Hyunwoo.
And yet...
T-this bastard... acting like he was about to blow...
When it came down to it, Lee Hyunwoo showed no sign of cumming either.
Just hurry up and cum already, you premature piece of shit... I can't keep this circus up forever...
That was when Master's orgasm announcement rang out from above.
"Here it comes! Take it all!"
"...!"
"Y-yesh!♡ Aaaall of it...! I'll take eeevery dwop!!!♡"
Together with Eunwoo's climax-moan, drunk on happiness, Master's seed gushed and spurted into him. Master slammed his cock in one last time, hard—then let go, releasing the wrists he'd been holding.
As Eunwoo toppled forward, the cock slipped free on its own with a wet pop.
"Ghhk...!♡"
His legs giving out, Eunwoo collapsed, knees driving into his friends' backs.
A heavy thud—
"Kh...!"
And at the same time, out of the ass, Master's cum poured over both their heads in a slosh.
"Aww~ And you said you'd take it all~ lmao."
"I-I'm showwy, Mawster...♡"
Drip, drip...
"Nnnngh..."
Even though the ones who deserved an apology were someone else entirely, as if the ones crushed underneath him weren't even in his field of vision, he offered a heartfelt apology to Master alone.
"A pathetic cock-sleeve who can't even keep a pwomise... p-punish me mooore...♡"
"I'd love to, but we're in the middle of a wager~"
Master put Eunwoo's punishment on hold for now and glanced down, checking both their cocks to see how the match was going.
"Ooh~ What's this? You actually held it in?"
The winner still hadn't been decided.
"Awkward~ I figured you'd both blow before I even came... was I underestimating you? Lol."
"Th-then..."
"How do we... decide a winner..."
Come to think of it, it had seemed odd. The wager was until Master came... so if neither of them came before that, how was the match supposed to be decided?
"Hmm~ Since nobody won..."
The answer was simple. A grin.
They'd just move on to the next round.
T-this... again...?
Despair settled over both their faces, but that wasn't Master's problem.
"Stick that ass out, Jo Eunwoo, lol."
"Y-yeees...♡"
Master lowered himself and set the tip of his cock against the hole of Eunwoo, still sprawled on his stomach. And into that ass, still leaking his own cum, he expertly rammed his cock in once more.
"Heeughh...!♡"
Eunwoo let out a moan on reflex, like a doll that screamed when you pressed it. Slap-slap-slap—!
"How is it, Eunwoo? You like your pedestals? Lol."
"I-I wike them...!♡ Way firmer than the ones at home...! A-and they're comfy, I wuv them!"
Eunwoo seemed pleased that the new tools lasted longer and rattled less.
"Wif these I can have shex wif Mawster even looonger!!!♡"
Meanwhile, the pedestals were losing their minds. The backs of their heads were throbbing and burning. Their cocks drooled precum, twitching restlessly. And yet, from being hard so long, they would occasionally sag and droop.
Before the wager they'd been steeling themselves to hold their orgasms as long as they could... but that lukewarm tickle teasing their glans just kept buzzing.
This...
By this point, a different worry and a different question had set in.
Can I even... cum...?
Lee Hyunwoo was just as thrown. Earlier he'd almost come from the situation of being pinned alone, with barely any stimulation... and now, making a mockery of all that resolve, even his erection was dying. The sight of himself was bewildering. True to his pathetic stamina, his virility was already scraping the bottom of the barrel.
Winning the wager would be nice, but...
Not feeling close to orgasm was good.
...this bastard doesn't look anywhere close to blowing either, though?
But if the wager never ended, the suffering would only stretch on. The longer the match dragged, the more agonizing the weight crushing them became.
"Ghhhk...!"
The nipples being tortured just hurt. The rotors buzzing against their glans only amplified the frustration, making their prostates throb pointlessly deep inside.
And then, all at once, a primitive thought flashed through their heads.
...I want to jerk off...
They wanted to shake their cocks like animals right then and there and wring out every last drop. Or maybe—listening to their slutty, ruined friend panting above them, getting his ass wrecked—a desire rose up to jam something into the holes that had been aching this whole time. To jerk off anally and thoroughly corrupt their own identities.
I-I can't...
I can't take it...!
Wager or no wager, the two of them were burning up in the face of immediate pleasure. True to being friends, their eyes met as if their minds had connected, and in the end they nodded.
"M-Master..."
They called out to him.
"Hm? What?"
Master answered pleasantly for the moment, apparently enjoying Eunwoo's squeeze.
"W-well..."
The two of them, daring to make a proposal to Master—
"We... don't think this match is going to go anywhere like this..."
"Maybe we should do it a different way..."
Insolent. Not knowing their place, trying to change the terms of the wager. In Kim Minjun's case, it was because he hadn't been a slave long—his training was still lacking. Lee Hyunwoo hadn't even signed a contract yet.
"Why? Why isn't the match going anywhere?"
But Master didn't get angry. He asked for their reason, calm as anything.
"Well... th-this rotor... the stimulation's too weak, and..."
"Because of the clips, we... can't focus on the stimulation, so... th-there's no sign of us cumming..."
They laid out a reasonable explanation, logically describing the situation.
"Ah~ Is that so? Lol."
And yet, for some reason, Master's voice sounded delighted.
W-why is he laughing...?
With their faces mashed into the floor they couldn't see what expression Master was wearing... but it felt like they were being mocked.
"Thing is, though..."
A flinch—and then, suddenly, his voice went cold.
"H-huh...?"
"What... do you mean by that...?"
"Male Slaves are under orgasm denial by default, you didn't know? Ah, right—you haven't been slaves long, so of course you wouldn't."
"Huh...?"
"U-uhh..."
"Perfect timing~ Consider this a lesson. Learn it well. Just because you want to cum doesn't mean you get to."
Master just kept pouring out whatever he wanted to say.
"Then this wager..."
"Why..."
Then why hold a wager like this at all? That perfectly obvious question, he answered with a perfectly obvious answer.
"Ah."