Side Story 45: Ejaculation Is a Strong Male's Privilege
Master's answer came out as shameless as it was simple, as if to say, Well... because it's fun.
"Ah..."
Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo let the sound slip out, vacant and stunned.
He just wanted to watch us groan...
For fun. That was it.
The thought had never even crossed their minds. Up until now they had been forced to come again and again, so the idea that he would simply refuse to let them finish this time had never occurred to them.
"The bet itself exists to mess with you two, lol."
Something hot surged up in their chests. Rage. A raw, swelling resentment.
And yet—
"What? You pissed?"
A chill ran through them.
Whatever spine they had once possessed had been snapped a long time ago.
"N-no, sir..."
"Th-that couldn't be..."
They were in no position to be angry.
"To spell it out for you, the no-ejaculation bet was designed to shatter the hearts of males who grit their teeth and try to protect their women."
Minjun and Hyunwoo, on the other hand, were already caught fish.
"I wanted those bastards to smash their own resolve to pieces and collapse on their own. That look on their faces is fucking hilarious, lmao."
So from the start, Master had never given a damn about the wager strapped around these two.
"But you two already folded ages ago. You wanted to be pedestals from the jump. So why would I bother...?"
Ejaculation was the privilege of a strong alpha male.
For slaves, coming was a luxury.
"I wanted to watch you cave to the pleasure and blow yourselves up. But you two had no stamina. You folded in seconds. So what entertainment are you even supposed to give me?"
The answer was simple.
"You fight each other and groan about it. That's the show, lol."
From the first meeting, the pissing contest between Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo had been pretty funny. The thought of those same two writhing in pain while they fought over a pedestal slot had looked like it would be an absolute riot.
And he's just... telling us all of this?
Laying his intentions out so openly, to his own slaves, at this point, could only mean one thing.
Master smiled.
He wanted to look down on a pair of pathetic idiots who would only tremble and not even dare to talk back.
"Master, you really are something...♡"
Eunwoo sank into that cruelty all over again, melting for the sheer malice of it.
Meanwhile, the two shivering wrecks pinned beneath them inspired nothing but contempt.
Idiots... they can't even get a word out...
His old self flickered over their faces for a moment.
Well. If they actually said something, they'd get the shit beaten out of them... lmao.
But that was the past. The Eunwoo of now was a different class of creature from the retards crushed under him.
"M-Master! Please...!"
If they couldn't argue, begging was all they had left.
"Please let us come... I'm begging you..."
"At this rate I don't know what's going to happen to us...!"
A faint, lukewarm buzz trembled at the tips of their glans — pleasure so thin it barely registered.
Or else—
A vicious, tearing pain, as if the clamps meant to rip their nipples clean off, wrenched through them, and Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo twisted their whole bodies against it.
It was foul. It was nothing but torment.
They wanted to smash their own heads until the thoughts went white, just to shake off this clammy, miserable feeling.
In other words, they were losing their minds from the need to jerk off.
"If you wanna come, then come~ With that vague little buzz you can barely even feel, lol."
"Aaah...!"
And he was savoring every second of it.
"You really do have the worst taste...♡"
A sadist down to the bone.
"Hah...! Hah...!"
That was why Hyunwoo, somehow, felt it in earnest now — the sensation of being controlled, of being ruled.
His cock twitched stiff.
The joy of being conquered by another man was being carved into his body.
Minjun, meanwhile, had reached his limit. His hand drifted toward his cock—
"The second you touch that dick, you're out."
Minjun flinched.
Rules or no rules, unauthorized masturbation was absolutely forbidden.
"And you'll never see me again. Count on it."
That... could not happen.
He had already sold off his pride. To have this sweet pleasure cut off on top of that?
The agony of the present moment might have made him snap so what — except.
"That video of you declaring yourself a slave might just end up circulating somewhere, you know?"
Even his social standing was being held as leverage.
Th-there's no way out anymore...
Coming wasn't the only way to end the match.
Th-then maybe I should just... take the disqualification...
Getting himself thrown out and ending this nightmare fast was an option.
But I don't want to lose, either...!
For all his wretchedness, a scrap of competitive fire still clung to him. He couldn't bring himself to quit.
So you lose first! Lee Hyunwoo...!
Minjun yanked his body with everything he had, ignoring whatever pain it would cost him, trying to shake the clamp off Hyunwoo's nipple.
The flesh stretched taut.
"Nngh...!"
Minjun had no tolerance for pain. His already-frayed mind made it look almost unbearable — and still he clenched his teeth and endured, telling himself the hurt would get familiar soon enough.
Look at him pouring everything he's got into this garbage.... If he'd spent that willpower on anything decent, he never would've ended up like this... lmao.
Physical limits, however, still had him by the ankle. He was in the middle of serving as a pedestal. Pulling his body in this posture barely moved anything at all.
A-are we going to be at this all ni—
"Let's see if you can last till morning, lol."
"...!"
The fear became fact.
W-we're doing this until morning...?
If they didn't want that, they had to finish the match. Now.
"H-haaah...! Hang in there, boys...! Keep holding on as my pedestals until morning...!!!♡"
The mockery drifted down from above.
Y-you try it, then... how the hell are we supposed to last through this...
And yet that friend's insufferable taunting...
His cock gave a helpless twitch.
...felt obscenely hot. If he used that humiliation as a side dish, he almost thought he could come anyway.
"Y-yes... I'll try..."
"Lol... 'yes,' my ass... you retard...♡"
Minjun's cock jerked.
Being pissed off was still being pissed off.
"M-Minjun, you... n-need to put on some weight... h-haaah...♡ Hyunwoo's all soft, that's nice... but you're nothing but bone. My knees hurt..."
They always said the ones chiming in from the side were more annoying than the one actually hitting you.
Something boiled over.
At this point, the friend chattering and teasing from above was so infuriating Minjun could barely stand it.
"H-hey... Jo Eunwoo, you..."
The anger that should have gone to Master spilled onto Eunwoo instead.
"Hm? You called~? Hehe."
A vein jumped in Minjun's temple.
"Y-you're no different from us, you bastard..."
Eunwoo was a slave too. And a guy, at that.
Playing with Han Soeun had already taught Minjun how the hierarchy under Master actually worked.
"J-just because I call you Eunwoo-nim... you think you can walk all over me?"
The heat of frustrated arousal transmuted into rage, and the words came out reckless and sharp.
"Y-you fucking—"
He never finished the sentence.
Master's hips slammed down in a brutal piston, and Minjun's mouth snapped shut.
"Nngh...!"
"You two fighting each other is fine~ Just don't touch Eunwoo, yeah? He's not in your league."
"H-how is he any different?!"
The question he had been nursing in a corner of his heart finally leaked out.
"This bastard Eunwoo's got a dick too...! So why does only Eunwoo get to feel good...!"
"Why?"
It was an extraordinarily stupid question. Even Minjun, who had asked it, already knew the answer.
Master scooped up the ass impaled on his cock and lifted, hoisting Eunwoo so the slaves crushed underneath could see exactly what they were looking at.
Then he caught Eunwoo's small face in one hand.
"Hnh...♡"
And dragged his tongue up that pale, soft cheek in a long, wet lick.
"Eunwoo's pretty."
"Ah..."
The difference in rank started with the face you were born with. Blessed with his mother's superior genes, Eunwoo had come into the world looking like that — and Master was correspondingly generous with him.
"Stick out your tongue."
"Y-yeshh...♡"
Eunwoo's tiny lips parted, and that cute little tongue peeked out.
A thick string of Master's saliva dripped onto it.
"Hehehe... thank you sho much, Mashter... for shprinkling holy water on Eunyu's tongue... Eunyu is sho, sho grateful...♡"
The difference could not have been clearer.
Minjun and Hyunwoo trembled.
It wasn't exactly jealousy that Eunwoo was Master's favorite.
The way he's enjoying himself... pisses me the fuck off.
It was the fact that only their friend got to feel good that they couldn't stand. And the way the one receiving that privilege of pleasure insulted them and looked down on them only made it worse.
Jealous of a femboy? These retards, lmao.
"Alright~ Break's over~"
Master set Eunwoo back down and crushed all of them together again.
"Nngh...!"
"I explained it properly, yeah? So don't you dare climb up on me now~ lol."
There would not be a second warning.
And it wasn't just talk.
His hips began to hammer with a force on a completely different level from before.
"...!"
W-w-w-what the...! Why is it so strong...?!
Until now he had only been holding back a little, out of something like consideration. He was not about to let two people who had bared their teeth and gotten cocky with him simply walk away from it.
Behind the mockery and the smile sat a stern, unmistakable intent to teach them a lesson.
"I-i-it's breaking meeee! Mashter! Eunyu's gonna break apaaart!♡"
"Then break! Break apart on top of your friends! Lmao!"
"Haaahn...!!!♡"
Master and Eunwoo's frantic, violent sex crashed down on them, and the two men pinned underneath could do nothing but take it, straining under the weight.
"Nngh... hh..."
The faint buzz. The tearing stretch.
Their little wager had been shoved completely to the back of the line.
Pale morning light seeped in through the motel window.
"Huh?"
"I was just talking shit... and we actually went till morning? Lmao."
Before anyone noticed, they had blown past an all-nighter and stayed up straight through till dawn.
"You two are something else~ Is it 'cause you're young? You really do have grit! Lasting until I was satisfied, lol."
Master looked down.
"Nn... eeeeh...♡"
Eunwoo was glazed from head to toe in sweat and Master's fluids. And below him, no longer even able to make a sound, Kim Minjun and Lee Hyunwoo could only shudder as spasms ran through every exhausted muscle.
"Well... anyway. Good work!"
"Not bad, you little shits~ I'll forgive the screaming, lol."
The fact that they had held the dogeza posture the entire time was, if nothing else, almost admirable.
"U-um..."
"Hm?"
"The bet... the result..."
"Ah~ Right. We were in the middle of a bet."
The rotors taped to their glans and the clothespins finally caught his eye, and the memory drifted back.
"Mm~ You both pass! Lol."
Win or lose didn't matter. Both of them had pleased him.
"O-oh..."
They were glad. With this, they had been formally recognized as Master's proper pedestals.
They should have been glad.
If that was all it was...
Then what was the point of this whole bet...
His casual attitude, so at odds with everything they had steeled themselves for, made something inside them crumple. But they no longer had the energy left to think about it. They simply collapsed.
"Alright then..."
Master looked down at the slaves he had used up for his own pleasure, a faintly approving glint in his eyes.
"Shall we go say a proper hello to the other slaves? Lmao."
It was time to bring them into his kingdom for real.