Grabbed by the Balls and Declared a Dick Slave
I was frantically rinsing myself off under cold water when it happened.
My head was still swimming. Honestly, part of me wondered if this whole thing was just a dream. Maybe I’d passed out from the first-ever pleasure of an onahole and was having some filthy fantasy right now.
I stood there blankly under the cold spray when the door suddenly slammed open.
“Hyaaak!”
“What are you doing? Meditating? If you’re done washing, get out. And don’t cover that cute little thing… I’ve already seen everything, so what’s the point of hiding it?”
Without giving me time to answer, she flung a towel at me.
“Y-you…”
“Just gonna stand there? I said dry off.”
I had a million things I wanted to say, but I started wiping myself down first.
Yerin squatted right in front of me and smiled. While I shook the water out of my hair and dried my upper body, she flicked my cock with her fingertip and snickered.
“Seongjun, looks like you’ve got a lot you want to say to big sis. All dry? Hand over the towel.”
She snatched the towel from me and started drying my lower half herself. She gave my legs a half-assed wipe, then gently stroked my cock and balls, dabbing away the moisture.
“Your dick’s tiny, but your balls are pretty big. Heh…”
Yerin fondled my balls. She was still caressing them softly for now, but the thought that this psycho bitch might suddenly squeeze made me shudder.
“Follow me.”
She dragged me along by the balls. I didn’t dare resist—if I twisted away, I was sure she’d clamp down hard right then and there.
Trembling, I was shoved onto the bed. Still gripping my balls, Yerin climbed onto my lower body.
“Ah—that hurts…”
“Hurts my ass. Want me to make it really hurt?”
When she put a little more pressure into her grip, an ominous sensation shot up my spine. Pure instinctive terror that I absolutely must not defy her.
I raised both hands in surrender and lay still.
“Stay put.”
Still holding my balls, Yerin started taking pictures. She held up a V-sign next to my glans, framing the shot so it looked like she was comparing the size to her fingers.
This shameless little bastard of a cock didn’t care how scared its owner was—it was hard. After three days of no fapping and finally getting some release, I still had plenty of lust left.
“Is this fully hard for you?”
“Y-yeah…”
“How many centimeters? You’ve measured it, right?”
“About… 10 cm…”
“Cut the bullshit. Want me to grab a ruler and check? If it’s under 10, I’m giving your balls a flick.”
The way she cradled my balls in her palm like she was making sushi and gently stroked them was pure threat.
I hung my head and told the truth.
“I-it varies a bit depending on the day… but it’s at least 9.3 cm…”
“You know the exact number. Heh, of course you do, you little pervert.”
“Who’s the pervert…! You’re the one who broke into someone else’s place and started doing this!”
“Your tone’s getting a little cocky, don’t you think?”
She squeezed lightly, and every bit of defiance vanished.
“Sorry…”
She dragged a fingernail up the shaft, pressed firmly on the head to feel how hard it was, then spat into her palm and started stroking the whole thing.
“Look at this guy twitching his hips… Feels good?”
“Y-yeah.”
“And you’re still talking casual with me?”
The hand on my balls tightened. The hand stroking my cock got rougher too—more pain than pleasure now.
“Ugh…! I’m sorry! It feels… good!”
“Good boy. And from now on, you’ll call me Master, got it?”
“Yes… Master…”
“That’s right. Today’s a great day, isn’t it? I even got myself a cute little dick slave. Right?”
When I didn’t answer, she gave my balls another light twist. Her hand technique was terrifyingly precise.
“Y-yes! That’s right!”
“You need to answer properly.”
“Yes. I will…”
She smiled like she was having the time of her life and pointed her phone camera at me.
“Writing up a slave contract would be childish, so let’s just record a video. You roughly know what to say, right? A guy who jerks off to all that filthy ASMR has to know.”
Yerin grinned and called out, “Ready, cue!”
I wasn’t even allowed to look away. Every time my eyes left the camera lens, the hand on my balls squeezed harder.
“I, Kim Seongjun, swear to become Lee Yerin’s cock slave.”
“Not cock—dick. What kind of cock is this? It’s a ridiculously cute little dick.”
“……I swear to become her dick slave.”
“If you go against my wishes, one ball flick.”
“I-I am Yerin’s dick slave. If I ever go against Yerin’s wishes, I will accept the punishment of one ball flick.”
“If I tell you to strip, you strip. If I tell you to get hard, you get hard. If you make excuses about not being in the mood, I’ll kick you. Agree?”
The pressure on my balls kept increasing. I had no choice but to nod and agree.
“I agree!”
“Heh, good.”
Only then did Yerin ease up and let go of my balls. She kept her hand close enough to grab them again anytime, but just not being held anymore felt like freedom.
“Alright then, dick slave. Keep doing what you were doing.”
“Huh?”
“Jerking off. Stick that dickhead of yours in here and stroke it. I only caught the middle, so I didn’t get a proper look.”
I awkwardly got up and brought over the onahole and lube. The onahole had been thoroughly washed.
“I cleaned it for you. It reeked of cum. How many days were you edging?”
“Three days… Master.”
“You held out three days just to use an onahole? Whatever. Three days means you’ve still got more in you. Get it hard again and stroke.”
At her order to get hard again, I looked down—my erection had already faded.
It had been standing tall when this bitch first grabbed my balls.
If I said I couldn’t get hard without material, would she show me her tits? I already knew that was impossible. She’d just grab my balls again and torment me until I got hard.
“What. You’re good at getting it up. You can even do it without being touched? Hmm.”
When I checked again, I was already half-hard.
Yerin tapped my balls, urging me to get fully hard, and it sprang right up.
“Is this how you use it?”
She squeezed a bunch of lube into the onahole and shook it a few times.
“It’s all soft and squishy. You try.”
I took the onahole, pressed from the bottom to create a vacuum, lined the entrance up with my glans, and slowly pushed in.
Once you make the vacuum and insert, the internal textures cling to your cock. There’s a thick ridge that brushes the tip of the head—once you pass that, the stimulation is strong enough to make your hips jerk.
“It’s transparent, so you can see everything inside. Move your hands.”
“Huh?”
“I said move your hands. Attention.”
At Yerin’s firm command, I automatically snapped into a standing-at-attention pose. Looking like she’d just found a fascinating new toy, she grabbed the onahole and started stroking slowly.
I was startled by the sudden move, but the onahole’s textures sliding over my cock quickly turned me into an idiot.
Calling it an extraction machine was accurate. Once you learn how to keep the vacuum and ride the pleasure, it just keeps tormenting the sensitive spots and milks the cum right out of you.
“Hah… hnn!”
Yerin’s hands showed no mercy as she roughly stroked from the head all the way to the base.
“Does this really feel that good? Good enough that you didn’t even hear the door open while you were jerking?”
I hadn’t heard the door because of my earphones, but in a situation like this I probably wouldn’t have heard it anyway.
“It feels… good…!”
“You’ve barely been stroking and you already look like you’re about to cum. Hold it.”
When Yerin stopped her hand, I gasped like I’d just finished a sprint. I panted hard, trying to collect myself.
“These are cuter than that short, chubby little dick. Does it really hurt if I hit them?”
She asked while gripping my balls, massaging them gently and lightly tugging on the wrinkles of the scrotum.
“I-it hurts. Please… let go of those…”
“Let go? Really? You look like you’re about to cum any second. Can’t you see your cock twitching?”
Tap, tap, tap. She flicked my balls with her fingertips, like she was cheering the cum on to come out properly.
Even though it clearly hurt and felt awful, my cock swelled like it was about to burst.
“You little pervert. Getting turned on even now. Should I just rip your balls off?”
When she squeezed a little harder, I leaked a spurt of cum without even realizing it. I tried to hold it back too late—I couldn’t hide the few drops that had already escaped.
“You just came, didn’t you? So right now… you’re super sensitive, huh?”
Yerin wore a sadistic smile—a big one that showed everything from her front teeth to her canines.
She started pumping the onahole with big wrist snaps, making wet slap-slap-slap sounds.
An onahole handjob on a cock that had just finished cumming was way too intense. I twisted my hips, let out filthy moans, and begged her to stop.
But Yerin didn’t stop. She kept stroking.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—continuous extraction that felt like it was going to rip my cock out by the roots.
“It hurts… hhk… it hurts… please, stop…”
“Stop? If you really hated it, you would’ve blocked me with your hands. Even while thrashing around… you kept offering your cock up.”
Yerin pulled the onahole off my cock.
“You masochistic little pervert.”
She leaned in close and whispered.
“Let’s play again tomorrow, okay? Dick slave.”
With those final words, she left my room without a shred of lingering attachment.
Beside me sat the onahole, completely coated in cum and lube. After being milked so relentlessly, the inside was stained pure white.
I just sat there for a long time with a completely blank look on my face.