How Does Brother Namgung Know the "Five Stages of Accepting It"…?
I had felt it before, but the precise pressure of Brother Namgung's fingers kneading my thighs was nothing short of exquisite. In an instant my body heat climbed; a pleasant warmth spread through me, and beads of sweat began to form on my skin as I lay face-down on the bed receiving the massage.
"That's right. You ought to be grateful for your physical gifts and take proper care of this body. Otherwise you'd be committing a sin against it."
His fingers climbed higher still, then with a sharp rrrip— tore open the fabric of the tights covering my crotch.
"Ah…?!"
Yet he had not forced the cloth apart. Astonishingly, the crotch of the tights was designed to be detachable.
"Don't look so shocked. You'll be wearing these often enough from now on. Better this than constantly soaking your underwear and outer clothes with the love juices that drip from the chastity belt, don't you think?"
Brother Namgung stroked the bare skin now exposed between my legs and gave me a wicked, smiling glance.
"………."
Looking down at my own groin, I saw that every other part of me was still properly clothed—only the crotch stood naked. Even to my own eyes the mismatch was obscenely lewd; the only word that fit was "perverted."
"It's been about a month now that your cock has been locked away, hasn't it? You should be getting used to it by now. So… how do you find the chastity belt?"
He spoke the ominous words lightly while flicking the pink chastity belt with a fingertip.
Ting—
"Nngh…?! …I-I've gotten used to it, but still…"
I was on the verge of voicing the wish that he unlock it when his finger began to tease the soft skin of my perineum.
"Hmm… for you, that useless front of yours is nothing compared to how good this rear hole feels, isn't it? From where I'm looking, even a single finger would be enough to make you lose your mind."
"Hnn, huuuh… that tickles…"
I could ignore the casually filthy questions he tossed out, but the strangely erotic tickle was impossible to ignore. Without meaning to, the inner muscles of my perineum clenched and twitched; I wriggled my hips trying to escape his finger.
"…Heh. Look at you swaying that ass so coyly. Just who have you been clinging to, to learn how to act this seductive?"
"…………."
I buried my face in the bedding and kept silent. Brother Namgung then set his hands on the tights that clung tightly to my skin and, with another sharp rrrip—, tore open the fabric over my rear hole as well.
"Eek…?!"
I never imagined the seat of the tights would be detachable too. While my hips gave a small shudder, his pale fingers slowly caressed the entrance of my anus.
"Hee-uuuh…♡"
"Hmm… the hole is already twitching open. How about it… if you beg me to put it in your rear pussy, I might just do so…?"
"………."
"You don't want it? Then we'll stop."
The teasing touch vanished from the rim of my hole. Even knowing he was only testing me, I still burned with need.
"…Please…"
The thought that this was the first time I had begged first myself put up a feeble resistance, yet it was meaningless before the lust already heating my body.
"Put your finger… inside… please…!"
And—surprisingly—once I had actually spoken the lewd plea aloud, it was not as hard as I had expected. Something important to me as a human being felt as though it were being shaved away, yet… all I had to do was squeeze my eyes shut and say it.
"Heh-heh… very well. Since you want it so badly."
Looking thoroughly satisfied, Brother Namgung curled the corner of his mouth and, with exquisite slowness, inserted just the tip of his finger—barely one knuckle—into that… "rear pussy."
Schlick—
The lewd sound of mucous membranes sliding together accompanied the leisurely sensation of the finger entering me. Craving still more of that stimulation, my hypersensitive anal flesh wrapped stickily around the finger until I could feel every joint.
"Hooooh…♡"
"It's developing nicely. Still… a hole this well-trained will hardly be satisfied with only one finger."
With a laugh in his voice, Brother Namgung began to press and rub my prostate with uncanny accuracy.
"Ok, oht, oht, ohok, ohooht…♡"
One finger alone did feel insufficient, yet his technique had reached the level of divine skill; my body raced toward climax in moments.
…Yet the instant I reached ninety-nine percent of the peak, as though he had calculated even the stimulation of withdrawal, the finger slid free of my rear pussy with startling speed.
"Ah…!"
I glared at him with eyes full of fury at the betrayal, only to find that same wicked smile on his face.
"…Heh-heh. I know what you're hoping for, but the one doing the consoling here is you, not me. We'll stop for now."
"That was an excellent change of pace. My thanks."
"………."
Brother Namgung's expression had completely relaxed, as though a great weight had lifted. I clutched the blanket and glared at him with pure resentment.
"…Ahem. Don't look so disappointed. Since you went to the trouble of comforting me, I'll grant you one request in return."
Making me spit out shameful words and then pulling his finger free right before climax—Brother Namgung's betrayal was unforgivable (technically he had only promised to put it in, never to make me come)—yet the offer that followed made my soft heart prick up its ears at once.
"A request…? Hmm……."
The first thing that came to mind was, of course, pocket money. Lately, whenever I had a free moment, I had been calculating that if I wanted to live a life of ease without ever working again, I would need to save five thousand silver taels. And the easiest way to gather that much was to stay close to free-spending Brother Namgung. If I pressed my advantage after today's events, I could probably squeeze one or two taels out of him without much trouble.
…But right now there's something more urgent than money…….
There was something far more important than a few silver coins.
"……Then… please unlock the chastity belt…."
Unlocking the chastity belt. In my present state, where even reaching climax by my own hand was nearly impossible, being toyed with like this only made the need to be free of it feel more desperate.
"Hmm…… so that's what you ask for after all."
Brother Namgung closed his eyes for a moment upon hearing my request.
"Very well. I accept. The timing is perfect, in fact. …Close your eyes, lace your fingers behind your head, and do not move a muscle until I say so."
"Ah, really…?! Thank you!"
His ready agreement was surprising, but good news was good news. Before he could change his mind I hurriedly shut my eyes and brought both hands behind my head. Soon came the sound of something that must have been a key being taken from a drawer, and then Brother Namgung approached me.
Click—
Click—
The mechanical sounds at my crotch made my chest swell with anticipation.
Click—
…Hmm, the sensation feels strange…?
"There…… you may open your eyes now."
"Yes…! …………Wh-what is this—?!"
Where bare skin should have been visible, a silver… chastity belt far smaller than the previous one now sat. No—given its size, it would be more accurate to say it was "stuck on" rather than "fastened."
"You asked me to 'unlock the chastity belt,' so the only option was to replace it with a new one, wasn't it? And the timing for a replacement happened to be perfect, so everything worked out splendidly."
"Th-that's…!"
I was left speechless by his sophistry. Brother Namgung smiled thinly at my expression.
"The whole point of the chastity belt is to keep you from discharging the yang energy inside your body. The moment I unlock it you'll start playing with yourself, so how could I possibly remove it?"
"………."
"In any case, the new chastity belt suits you remarkably well. …Whether it's Geungwang or that big-breasted woman, I'm sure they'd be delighted if I showed them."
His muttered words barely registered in the ears of someone crushed by cruel fate. After watching me for a while, Brother Namgung gently issued his dismissal to the boy who was still clutching his crotch and groaning.
"There, there. The Hour of the Pig has long since passed; it's time for bed. Tomorrow I have an appointment with another client, and of course you'll be observing. So off you go to your own room."
Thus I was driven from Brother Namgung's chamber and shoved back into my own. I kicked off the high heels whose locks had already been released and tried to sleep, only for every sort of stray thought to rise.
Click click—
I touched the silver chastity belt still fixed to my crotch. It truly… felt unreal.
Could I be dreaming…?
Click click—
Yet the sensation of the silver device under my fingers left no room for doubt that this was reality. Once I accepted that the chastity belt was real and this was no dream, irritation began to creep in.
"Ugh… why am I the only one stuck with a chastity belt like this…? …Well, the only other one I've actually seen is Young Hero Geungwang's…. Hehe."
The unbidden memory of Geungwang's large, hard one pushed the irritation aside with a strange heat, and blood rushed toward my cock—only to meet no pressure at all. The sensation of blood trying to gather was there, yet unlike the previous belt, this one blocked erection before it could even properly begin.
"Uuuh…."
The one small mercy was that, although the new belt fixed to my scrotum by its ring was markedly smaller than the old pink one, the natural flexibility of the spongy tissue kept the pressure from becoming truly painful.
"Haa… if he'd just unlock it once every four days… no, even once every five…."
But that was a wish that could never come true. I had already begged him "just once every few days" so many times the total had long since passed double digits. Brother Namgung's reactions to any request about unlocking the chastity belt had grown steadily more irritable, and today he had finally replaced it with an even smaller one. If I begged any further under these circumstances, he would surely impose something even harsher.
"……I'm not going to have to wear a chastity belt by force for the rest of my life… am I…?"
The frustration I had felt in Brother Namgung's room came flooding back. Some people claim that "frustration makes a man," but they certainly were not talking about the frustration of being locked in a chastity belt.
"Haa……."
Just before my heart could sink into the abyss of despair, I gave my head a vigorous shake.
"Right…. As Brother Namgung said, I only have to wear it because it would interfere with learning the Femboy Divine Art…. It's obvious that the moment he unlocked it I'd run straight back to my room, look at erotic pictures, and start playing with myself…."
Begging him was impossible, and if I borrowed anyone else's help to smash the belt I would be caught at once and punished even more severely. So I simply decided to let go.
"……I'll just go to sleep……."
It was almost like the Buddhist state of liberation. Once I resolved to cast aside all fretting over the chastity belt—temporary though the peace might be—my heart felt lighter.
"Tomorrow… I'll keep living too…."
Muttering that hollow resolve to keep living, my mind slipped into the embrace of sleep.