Being Tamed (2)
Inside a luxurious hotel room. I'm not lounging on the plush bed or that expensive-looking sofa right now—I'm kneeling on the floor. Goosebumps prickle across my skin from the cold marble. Just kneeling like this feels so new. What is this feeling...? Tension? Anxiety? Fear? It's similar, but somehow different. My heart pounds so hard it hurts. Even sitting still, my breaths come a little rougher. I can feel myself trembling faintly. My hardened nipples tingle sharply. A strange throbbing echoes in my lower belly. The hidden spot between my thighs twitches on its own, clenching and releasing in tiny spasms. I ball my fists tight and press my hands over it. At least I can cover this part—small mercies.
"Haha, what crime did you commit? Lift your head."
Something thuds softly to the floor. I raise my head with a small shiver, and my gaze gets stolen by the space between Hyeonwoo oppa's legs.
"Haa..."
A stupid moan slips out of me unbidden. There he is, sitting casually in front of my kneeling form. He's stripped off his pants, wearing only black boxer briefs. A massive silhouette bulges against the fabric—huge, thick, and curved. It's not fully hard yet, but it writhes inside, swelling bit by bit. Just looking at it makes my body feel even stranger.
"Chest out, hands on your knees—not your crotch."
His voice is soft but firm, commanding me. I flinch and obey. His eyes flick briefly to the space between my legs. Everything itches unbearably. My nipples itch, my insides itch, down there itches.
"That's your basic pose now. Kneel, hands together. Spread your legs wider."
"Ah..."
"If you clench like that, it'll all drip down your thighs. Just let it flow onto the floor."
He says it like he knows everything, even if he can't see. It's mortifying, but I can't argue. I'm already slick and wet down there. It's beading up—any longer, and it'll start dripping.
I clench my fists and spread my legs just a little. My tightly sealed folds part slightly.
"Good girl, you're doing well."
"..."
Hyeonwoo oppa gazes down at me with a pleased expression. Our eyes meet, but I have no idea what to do next. Or what to say... I want to do something, so I pick up his pants from beside his foot and fold them neatly.
"Aigoo."
He chuckles softly and strokes my hair. That touch feels inexplicably good. I'm stark naked, kneeling on the floor like a dog, getting petted—and it just feels nice. No shame, no humiliation. Nothing like that.
"Alright, let's get a little more comfortable first?"
"Y-Yes...?"
"You know, we need to get you used to it."
Hyeonwoo oppa presses gently on the back of my head. Naturally, my face buries into his crotch. That firm silhouette presses against my cheek, my lips.
"Hmph...? Hnng...!"
Oppa pushes a bit harder. Thinking it's a mistake, I grab his knees and try to pull back, but he presses even more insistently. Completely smothered, my mouth seals against the bulging shape. Breathing gets hard. I tap his knees and shake my head, but he ignores it. Without a word, he just pushes harder, forcing me to inhale deeply through my nose.
"Ngh, nhmp..."
Something sharp zings through me. A thick, heavy scent assaults my nose, muddling my head. Dense sweat, a musky aroma rising faintly. Even the smell from when I had his socks in my mouth... To breathe, I have no choice but to keep sniffing. Deep inhales like big breaths, then exhales. Deep again.
"Hnnf, hnnng..."
Strange thoughts start bubbling up. It should be gross... He hasn't washed, so it's even stronger... Why? It should repulse me, so why? Confusion swirls. I can't make sense of my own thoughts. My head goes fuzzy. My eyes glaze over, consciousness blurring. My lower belly clenches so hard it startles me. Something trickles from between my spread legs onto the floor.
"Not bad, right?"
His low, thick voice echoes from afar, making my dizziness worse. He releases the back of my head gently and slips off his briefs. Really... I can't think at all anymore. Right in front of my face—oppa's cock fills my vision. Looking up from below, it looms even larger. Overwhelmed by that huge, thick thing. I go completely blank, mouth gaping stupidly as I stare up at him.
"Now, hands at your navel. Greet me. 'Thank you, Master, for letting me suck your cock~'"
He looks down at me like this is normal, his tone a bit playful. The greeting itself is weird, and that word before it... I know it's strange. But... I just do as he says. Hands clasped at my navel, I swallow hard.
"M-Master...! Th-thank you for letting me suck your cock..."
"Good girl."
He strokes my hair again, like I've done well. My body shivers on its own. I don't get why this feels so good. I want more praise from oppa.
"It's different from that kiss last time. Make it feel like service—like you're worshiping it."
"Ah..."
"Gather saliva in your mouth. Good. The more, the better."
Hyeonwoo oppa presses the tip against my lips.
"Pretend your hands don't exist. Clasp them behind your back and take it in your mouth."
Like I'm entranced, I follow his orders. Hands clasped behind me. Head tilted to keep saliva from dripping, I take the blunt, smooth head into my mouth.
"Slrp, churrp...! Chp... Chuup..."
With my mouth full of saliva and now his cock, embarrassing wet sounds echo. I can't believe I'm making these noises. The sounds are bad enough, but just holding the tip makes saliva pool at the edges. Naturally, I take it deeper, lips pursing tight as I suck hard.
"Churrp... Hnng, mmph... Churrp..."
"Ha, you're a natural. Quick learner."
Praise again, but honestly, I barely know what I'm doing. With something this thick in my mouth, this is the only way to keep it from spilling. Sucking so hard my cheeks hollow. Tongue working nonstop to stave off the drip. Lips clamped tight around the shaft. Inside my mouth, it twitches constantly—like it's telling me it feels good. An inexplicable pride swells. Maybe he'll pet me again...
"Look up at me like that."
Our eyes meet—Hyeonwoo oppa's and mine.
"Don't look away. Keep staring."
"Slrp, churrp...! Chp... Chuup..."
I just nod. Gazing up at Hyeonwoo oppa, hands clasped tight behind me. Mouth full of his huge cock, tongue rolling, sucking hard. Embarrassing sounds keep coming.
"Churrp... Snff, hnnf... Churrp..."
How long did I suck like that? My jaw aches, my legs go numb, but I just want to keep going. It's weird—I'm totally immersed. Every time I put in effort, it reacts, making me want to do more.
"Just move your head like that? No need to go deep yet."
Schlup, schlup.
Strange new sounds mix with my sucking. The throbbing in my mouth intensifies, like it's praising me. I suck harder and bob my head faster. I know my face must look wrecked, but I ignore it.
Schlup, schlup, schlup.
"Schlup, churrp...! Chp, chuup..."
"I'm gonna cum. Keep going."
I sense the end approaching instinctively. I move faster back and forth, lips and tongue squeezing tight, sucking relentlessly. Lips pursed hard.
"Hnnf...?! Ngh, kgh...!"
Hot, thick spurts blast my throat. I barely stifle the gag and cough. Eyes squeezed shut, gulping down the surges as Hyeonwoo oppa grips my head tight. Held obediently, I take every bit of his warm load. A sense of accomplishment blooms. Even a strange fulfillment.
"Huu... Hn, ngh..."
So much... And he cums forever. Worried it'll overflow—just then, the throbbing stops. I gasp for the breath I'd held. My mouth full of the slick, warm sensation, the fishy scent making my head spin.
"Suck out whatever's left."
Hyeonwoo oppa commands softly, relaxing a bit. Not done yet, huh. I work my mouth, tongue swirling, sucking again. Not much comes, but bits trickle out.
"Fuu."
Last drop taken, he taps my head. I purse my lips carefully—no spills—and pull off. My cheeks bulge full.
"Open your mouth."
I know this one. Saliva makes it fuller than usual, but I open carefully. Hyeonwoo oppa peers down. I show him what I've taken, swirling my tongue like always. Honestly, my jaw's at its limit. But I endure, rolling my tongue until he holds out a tissue.
"Good. Swallow."
S-Swallow...? The unexpected order shocks me; I snap my mouth shut. Eyes wide, staring up at him, but he just watches silently. My jaw throbs worse, mouth still stuffed. Should I spit? But it's too much... Where? Floor? Hand? Tissue? No tissue in sight. I could just spit, but the sheer volume leaves me frozen.
"..."
Hesitating, I swallow a bit. It's so thick, it clings to my throat instead of going down clean. Try again—same thing. Weird taste, awful texture. No choice, a little more. Bit by bit... Then, fists clenched, I gulp it down.