Virginity Lost and the Cocksleeve Slave Debut

I knew Jung Taeyang's cock was big, but feeling it with my mouth or hands was worlds apart from feeling it in my pussy. I smiled as I sensed his surprisingly thick, massive glans kissing the entrance to my pussy. Of course, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. Even though my pussy juices were gushing out like I'd spilled a bucket of water, this body was the heroine of an erotic game, after all. Inevitably, I was a virgin with a hymen, and I'd feel the pain of it tearing.

But...

"I'm putting it in."

Before I could steel myself, Taeyang thrust his massive cock in deep. With a wet schlick, an enormous pain exploded in my lower abdomen, but I wasn't in any position to complain. If anything, I owed him an apology. My pussy, dripping juices like a faucet yet still playing the virgin card, was clenching so tight around just half his cock that it blocked any further entry.

"Hngh... h-hic..."

I tried to endure it, but having part of my body torn was excruciating. Even gritting my teeth, a faint moan escaped, and a few tears trickled down my cheeks. Taeyang saw this and gently wiped them away.

"You okay? Does it hurt a lot?"

So kind. I'd declared myself his cocksleeve, yet I couldn't even take his cock properly, squeezing and frustrating him instead of pleasing him—and still, he worried about me first. Seeing that, a wave of happiness even greater than the pain washed over me.

"I-I'm... f-fine..."

"No, tell me if it hurts. I'll go slow."

With those words, Taeyang slowly pulled his cock out. Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw it, still raging hard and coated in my blood and pussy juices. Guilt gnawed at me. No, it was guilt. As his cocksleeve, I'd failed to please him and made him worry instead. Not feeling guilty would have been the real problem.

"P-Put it... in, please..."

"For real? It won't hurt?"

"P-Please shove ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠your huge cock into Sebin's pussy and wreck it...!"

A cocksleeve's duty is to please her master. Luckily, I knew how to excite a man. Spreading my pussy wide to show him my freshly deflowered insides while acting cute did the trick—his already massive cock seemed to swell even bigger. Unable to hold back any longer, Master swallowed hard and repositioned himself. He pinned me firmly to the bed so I couldn't move, pressing his cock against my entrance again.

"Hngh?!"

This time, without a word, he slammed it in deep. Thankfully, the earlier agony didn't return. There was some pain, but bearable, and his cock slid all the way in without resistance.

"Haah... h-heuk..."

But cramming such a huge cock in at once was the issue. With the pain gone, an overwhelming pleasure surged through my lower belly. Sensations I'd never felt before assaulted me—like my womb kissing his cock. I'd thought that only happened in comics. Maybe my womb hadn't descended; maybe his cock was just that long. Either way, one thrust had me climaxing.

"Ooooh♡"

A single impact. But the effect was tremendous. Electricity shot through my body; I convulsed, eyes rolling back so I couldn't see. My mouth probably gaped in an O-shape, letting out that sloppy "ooooh♡" moan. And remember, this was just from one thrust.

"Hoo..."

"Hiiik♡ Ooooh♡ Hoot♡ Hob♡ Hooooot♡"

Slap! Slap! Slap! His hips moved with cheerful ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠vigor. It was pure sex for his pleasure, heedless of what happened to me. I was just an onahole, a cock case. Even as I squirted with every thrust in continuous orgasms, Master showed no mercy. If anything, he smiled, pounding even harder.

Of course, I didn't hate it. My body squelched obscenely, squirting until exhaustion, and my heart overflowed with joy.

"Heuk♡ Heuk♡ Heuk♡ Heeeuk♡ Hoot♡ Hiiiik♡"

I must have made disgusting noises, but I figured Master would love them, so I didn't hold back. Seeing him enjoy it, I moaned even sluttier. His pistoning was relentless. Grabbing my tits like handles, he hammered as if to break me. Each thrust, one orgasm.

"Hob♡ Hooook♡ Hwet♡ Heeeek...♡"

I lost count of climaxes. Maybe hundreds in ten minutes. A normal girl would've died of dehydration. But game correction or this body's freakish stamina for sex...

"...♡"

I didn't die. Far from it—I felt healthier. My fingers barely twitched, but energy seemed to build inside me. Whatever. If sex recharged me, I could please Master longer.

"Feels good? Huh?"

"G-Good♡ So gooood♡ Heuk♡"

Somehow, we'd shifted to mating press. Despite exhaustion, my legs wrapped around him. Master mounted me, lifting his hips...

Thud!

"Hieeeek...♡"

Thud!

"Hiiiik...♡"

No woman could withstand a man's full weight like this. Especially with such a brutal cock.

"F-Fuck♡ Fuuuuck♡"

I knew I wouldn't die, but it slipped out.

Thud!

"...Hoooooh♡♡"

Master's cock buried to the hilt. My legs gripped tighter. Full body weight crushing me, cock deep in my most precious place.

"...♡"

Suddenly, my lower belly warmed. Something filled me vividly. I knew without looking: he'd creampied me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn't speak—too blissful. I just hugged him tight, savoring the afterglow.

"Hoo, haa..."

Master sighed, tired. Soon, he pulled out. His cock bore traces of my virgin blood, mostly washed by juices. Still hard, he dangled it over my face. I opened my tongue instinctively, but he wasn't asking for cleanup. Just using it like tissue, wiping casually.

"..."

No words. Pure tool usage. And it thrilled me beyond measure.

"Hoo... Guess that pops your cherry."

Now, truly Master's cocksleeve. A portable onahole for his cock anytime, anywhere...

"Hngh♡"

That thought made fresh squirt gush from my cum-filled pussy. Master stroked my face gently, pressing his cock against my belly—womb level.

"Did you like it?"

"Y-Yes...♡"

Utter bliss. I'd live like this forever, needing nothing else. Born to be Master's cocksleeve. Nothing else mattered—just serving Master and his cock...

"Hypnosis release."

Jung Taeyang's words flipped my mind upside down. No, it really did. The unnatural dissonance I'd felt vanished, revealing its source—and my brain couldn't process it.

"...Huh?"

Memories sharpened. Even ones I'd rather forget etched themselves in. No escaping them. What I'd done, what I'd thought...

"Huh? H-Huh?"

I could only stammer blankly in confusion. Every action, emotion, thought replayed like a movie. And it continued right up to moments ago—fawning over Taeyang, offering my virginity, vowing to be his cocksleeve.

"..."

Trembling, I looked ahead. Taeyang straddled me, brutal cock pressed to my belly. While I reeled, he'd watched, hard cock grinding my skin, like enjoying a fun flick.

Emotions crashed: shame, humiliation, rage, fear, despair. So many at once. But rage dominated.

"You fucking psycho...!"

I shoved at Taeyang atop me. Or tried. A girl's slim arms couldn't budge a guy—especially post-multiple orgasms, body limp.

"How was it? Fun, right?"

He said it watching me tremble and push futilely. And oddly, my body reacted to his voice, his face.

"W-What the...?"

Shoving his firm chest, I froze in shock. My body liked him. My mind screamed murder, but deep down, my heart raced for him.

Rage faded to terror. Fear of his hypnosis, sure—but more terror at my body betraying me. Hypnosis seemed gone, yet why did it pound for him?

"F-Fuck. Hypnosis isn't fully... off..."

Had to be. Mind freed, body not. Only explanation for fluttering over that bastard.

"It's all off."

He shattered that, showing his phone: just "All hypnosis released."

Really all off?

"B-Bullshit. Then why...?"

"Why what."

His big hand pressed my lower belly, kneading like massage. My ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cum-leaking pussy squirted instantly.

"Haah♡ Heuk...?"

Sweet moans leaked out. I clapped a hand over my mouth, too late.

"What the fuck..."

Absurd. Just belly—womb-area—touching made me squirt and cum? Not normal. This body was prime cocksleeve material.

"W-Wha♡ T-This♡"

Now his cock pressed my belly, reminding me how it'd impale me, pressure building from below. Remembering penetration, my body protectively gushed juices.

"S-Stop...!"

He intensified. Dangerous. Twisting, I resisted.

"Oho, still got fight left?"

Futile. Arms pinned, my frail body submitted.

"S-Stop... Why... why..."

Voice watery. Instinct screamed prey before predator. Pathetically, I begged Taeyang. Please, anything but that.

"Nah."

To him, I was food. One hand gripped both mine; he shifted his cock downward. Obvious: round two.

"N-No! Please, anything, I'll do anything... Taeyang, hngh, please..."

Even remembering it was under hypnosis. Sane and moaning for cock? Something in me would break—body or mind. Desperate for impossible mercy, I begged, sobbed, pleaded.

"J-Just hypnotize me again! That's better, right? Yeah?"

"Tired of hypnosis fucktoys. Raping a sane girl is hotter."

"I'll kill you... I swear I'll..."

"Shove my cock in?"

"S-Sorry, sorry, please... hngh..."

I bawled, face tear-streaked.

"Wanna try this? Then we stop for today."

Suddenly, he changed tune.

"Y-Yes! I'll do it...!"

No choice. Blindly agreeing, I shook my tear-soaked, pitiful face.

Taeyang finally moved off, fiddling with his phone by the bed. Brief relief.

"Here."

Collapsed, I turned my head to his screen. Me, beaming flushed on the bed.

That me had said it casually. Face burned. Hypnosis or not, embarrassing.

"W-Why show me this...?"

Calmer, voice steadier. But his intent? Uneasy.

I stared; he wiped my tear streaks.

"Wanna say it just like that? Sane."

"H-Huh...?"

Do this? Insane. No dignity in declaring yourself cocksleeve slave sober.

"I-I can't..."

"You said anything."

"B-But..."

"Then cock it is?"

He advanced.

"I-I'll do it! Please..."

"Yeah?"

Just words. Easier than impalement. Self-brainwashing, I sat up. Cum and juices dripped from my pussy. Weird feeling. Really okay...?

"Look here."

Filming ready. Staring at the lens, I began haltingly.

"L-Lee Sebin, twenty... From now on... f-first kiss cock m-master, v-virginity... offer, lifelong o-obedient cocksleeve... slave..."

"Sebin."

"Y-Yeah?"

"Stuttering? Expression's a mess. I said match the video. Or back to bed."

"N-No, I can do it...!"

"Again."

"Lee Sebin, 20 years old... To the cock master of my first kiss, I offer my virginity, becoming a lifelong obedient... cocksleeve slave..."

"Not smiling? Watch your face."

"S-Sorry..."

"Again."

Ding, recording. Swallowing, I steeled: I can do this. Smiled at the glowing lens—forced, cheeks twitching, but held.

"Lee Sebin, 20 years ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠old. To the cock master of my first kiss, I offer my virginity, becoming a lifelong obedient cocksleeve slave..."

Done. Glanced at Taeyang—passed. He smiled. Massive relief.

...Undeserved.

"Good. Knew you could."

"T-Then..."

"Oh, wait."

He checked the clip, then booted the room PC. Screen showed...

"Huh?"

Internet broadcast. Our room. Me, naked.

"W-What is this...?"

Camera source? His phone shake matched the screen wobble.

"Surprise? How's debut feel?"

"...Huh?"

Wait. Phone camera. I'd declared to it.

"...H-Huh?"

"Fun, right? Look at that pussy juice drip."

"...W-Wait. So..."

No way.

"Congrats on cocksleeve debut."

"...Hngh♡"

Hypnosis gone, suggestions lingered. Exhibitionism. Realizing my shame broadcast live...

"Hiiiik♡"

Body squirted wildly, climaxing again. Consciousness snapped.

"Private stream, though. She passed out."