Can't Hold Out Against the Young Master
"No way, if you blink there, you're screwed."
-Shut up!
Kylun enjoys a game while on a voice call over the internet with Nova.
-Hey, gotta hit the bathroom. Handle it yourself.
"Hey, hey!"
Watching Nova straight-up bail to the bathroom mid-game, Kylun is convinced this round is toast.
The abandoned character predictably bites the dust in no time flat.
"Argh, seriously..."
He yanks off his headphones.
But there's a woman listening in on the conversation who can't chime in.
Treated like some background extra who can't even make it onstage.
No, there's someone in this room getting treated more like an object than an extra.
Slurp♡ Sluuuurp...♡
A female stuffed under the desk, bound from head to toe.
A beauty with jet-black hair and golden eyes.
Mary services him with her face buried in his cock, completely stripped of any freedom.
"Hoo, yeah. Make it quicker."
Her limbs locked tight, barely allowed to bob her head a little.
Treated like a tool, not even worth conversing with.
She'd never been able to swallow his cock whole on her own, but he'd forced it down her throat against her will.
Every time she resisted, he'd dunked her head in dangerously potent aphrodisiac.
Thanks to that, even the forced act twisted into pure pleasure, betraying her completely.
"Hoo, this is definitely the best way to chill comfortably."
At least it's just a blowjob—that's the lucky part.
Going further, he now uses Mary's mouth like a cock holster.
Even while idling under the desk, she keeps it stuffed in, saliva dripping all over the floor.
Slurp♡ Slurp♡
Of course, when he needs release, he makes her work for it.
Casually grabs her head and shakes.
Glurk...♡
Gag......♡
Ignoring her retching, he rams it root-deep.
"Hoo, swallow it right."
Yet Mary's already broken-in body heats up just from gulping down his cum.
Gulp gulp...♡
It slides down her throat straight into her gut.
Splurt♡
The fully conditioned bitch cums just from taking his load.
A messy gush sprays from her pussy.
"Hold up... who told you to cum?"
"Puha! S-sorry..."
Thoroughly cowed, Mary shrinks under her master's gaze.
****
Punishment.
But the supposedly soft-hearted Kylun never resorts to beatings or pain.
Of course, that doesn't make it lenient by any stretch.
'Last time, he just strapped on an oxygen mask and soaked my whole body in aphrodisiac extract for over an hour...'
Even for the tiniest slip-up, the punishment was bizarrely terrifying.
Her skin twitched at the slightest brush of air for days after.
Now a fully shattered bitch, Mary awaits her master's judgment.
"Something light today?"
No, that's a lie.
It always starts that way, then spirals beyond imagination.
He binds her in an even more advanced turtle-shell harness.
The difference? No ropes digging into her pussy or other hotspots like before.
Of course, Kylun's too skilled for a slip-up. It's deliberate.
With expert ease, he suspends her in midair, slips on medical gloves, and rummages a drawer.
"Mmph...?"
"Ah, got it."
He pulls out a jar of ominous pinkish-purple liquid.
"Curious what this is?"
Mary trembles harder at the stone-faced man gearing up for something dangerous.
Whether it's backlash from her conditioning or terror born of pleasure, she can't tell.
'What the hell is he planning now...?'
"Itching agent mixed with aphrodisiac."
Mary stares up, eyes brimming with dread of ecstasy and torment.
Begging for mercy, but he slathers the sticky goo all over with gloved hands.
Obsessively coating her pussy and tits.
'I-is this okay...?'
"I'll be back soon. Reflect."
'He's really leaving me like this?'
But her gagged mouth stays silent.
......
Time drags on.
Finally, the drug seeps into her skin and sensitives, kicking in.
'Itchy...♡'
Only muffled whimpers leak from the airborne bitch's gag.
'Body's burning up...♡'
But she can't touch.
Suspended, denied any relief—pure agony is all she's allowed.
Even the intricate ropes feel perfectly comfortable in the air.
Making the itch and rising heat hit that much harder.
Drip...♡
Driiip......♡
Nothing but sweat plopping from pleasure and torment.
'No...♡'
'Someone touch me......♡'
Over an hour ticks by—no Kylun.
She's left like that for hours.
****
The young master finally returns.
"Ah, sorry—totally forgot."
He'd done something so brutal and hadn't even thought twice.
...♡
But her warped sensibilities turn the humiliation into fuel.
Finally dropped from the air to the floor.
Slick with her juices and sweat.
Her master eyes the sprawled bitch without a shred of guilt.
Just coldly appraising if the punishment landed.
"Reflected?"
"Y-yes...♡"
Tongue gone limp, she barely crawls into prostration.
"S-sorry. H-have reflected enough...♡"
Hot hot...♡
At the brink of heat and itch, she fully prostrates—terrified masturbation might earn more punishment.
"Hoo, good. Go ahead and touch."
"Th-thank you...♡"
Finally granted pathetic self-relief while face-down.
Squelch squelch squelch♡
She frenziedly stimulates her pussy, hypersensitive from the aphro and itch.
'G-gonna cum...♡'
"Y-young master, I'm gonna cum...♡"
No permission comes.
But she can't stop abusing her heated slit.
"M-master, please...♡"
She crawls desperately to his feet.
He lightly steps on her head.
"Good. Cum."
Squirt♡ Squirt♡
Climax under his foot on her head.
More degrading peak possible?
Spluuuush...♡
Her long-denied body erupts spectacularly in the misery.
Mary's lips—twisted by extreme conditioning—curl into a smile even now.
'This can't go on...♡'
She'll become this man's total slave.
****
Lately, after months of the young master's taming, Mary realized something.
'I can't hold out.'
At least until he stops being the young master and becomes the real boss, she'll crack for sure.
She sees her future: not the boss's wife, but a lowly gutter bitch.
And an even bigger issue.
Her heart doesn't just fear Kylun.
The mirror shows her smirking twistedly through every punishment.
'My walls are crumbling...♡'
She wonders if he's deliberately feeding her exactly the stimuli to shatter them.
Objectified, untouched climaxes.
Foot-stomped orgasms.
Breath-play peaks.
Exposed-risk cums.
The harshest treatments imaginable for a woman—and she blows nonstop.
Drool...♡
Just recalling them heats her pussy.
'I'm losing it...'
The current boss is a beast tamer.
Breaking wild animals to obey desires.
But the young master? No.
Not taming—he collects critters on a whim.
Doesn't like it? Yanks teeth and claws.
A more ruthless, sinister type.
Shiver shiver.
She could overpower him physically anytime, but her spirit would shatter.
"No, no..."
So she bolts to the boss.
And says calmly,
"Boss, I quit. I'm reformed."
"...?"
The boss eyes her at the weird declaration.
"You? Reformed?"
Visibly baffled by the mismatch.
"Some other reason, right."
"Th-that's... Anyway, honor the deal?"
Talented from the start, her retirement terms were set: clean exit and fat payout.
The boss stares, then tosses something from the drawer like it's nothing.
"Fine, scram."
A scrubbed ID and bankbook stuffed with cash.
"Hey, at least spill the reason."
"It's the young master!"
With that, one of the organization's cruelest flees.
In a way, Kylun reformed a vicious thug.