Prologue: Beneath the Collar
Before I ended up in this room, I was just an ordinary twenty-six-year-old. Five foot nine, a hundred and thirty pounds. The kind of guy who bought iced Americanos from convenience stores, scanned the subway doors for a glimpse of a blonde bob, and tore open ramen packets after work while counting how fast sweat pooled in Seoyeon’s palms.
Three minutes. That was all it took for her hands to turn slick. And whenever I held that hand while crossing the street, her fingers would inevitably slip from mine before the pedestrian light even changed.
An Seoyeon. A childhood crush I had lost touch with when she studied abroad, only to reconnect and start dating after turning twenty. She had neat glasses, a crisp, professional tone, and a slender, sleek frame visible beneath her office blouses. I was the kind of man who had developed a chronic habit of holding back his hips, mortified by my inability to pace myself inside her narrow, warm embrace.
And in the end, that very habit had dragged me all the way here.
It had all started that night—the night I slipped into that secret online haven. At the end of those illicit nights, the sharp teeth of my reunited high school classmate, Park Jia, sank into my flesh. The freezing fingers of another classmate, Kim Bora, reached out to touch me. And ultimately, an inescapable restraint was fastened around my girlfriend’s neck as well.
The collar tightened before I could even draw a breath. The leather clung sticky with sweat, and each time the ring was wrenched back, my whole body convulsed.
Stripped back and feverish with heat, my cock was left abandoned in the open air. The glans was flushed deep red, trembling minutely with every ragged breath I took. Veins bulged along the shaft from root to tip. It had been erect for so long that the entire length radiated scorching heat, weeping damply at the slit. A clear thread of pre-cum stretched downward in a slow crawl. My knees were forced wide against the floor, my core shuddering whenever a stray draft hit my oversensitized skin. With my wrists bound securely behind my back, I had no way of shielding my own vulnerability.
Even blindfolded, I knew this room. The musty scent of carpet, the stagnant heat without air conditioning, the mingled breaths of three women. The morning commute, the convenience store rice balls, the rustle of tissue paper as Seoyeon cleaned her glasses—none of that existed here. All that remained was the collar, the panting gasps, and a night where names were erased, leaving only hollow openings.
Jia’s breath pressed against my back. Her breasts made contact first. A volume that had seemed modest under clothes now bore down against my shoulder blades with substantial weight the moment those clothes were shed—a silhouette that had looked so ordinary beneath a white lab coat. Her sweat-sheened skin plastered against my back, the rigid points of her nipples digging into me. That heat crept up my spine, all the way to the metal O-ring of the collar. A hot tongue lapped at my earlobe before her teeth clamped down on the flesh.
It wasn’t a vicious bite. Rather, it was a measured pressure that synchronized with my body, sending a fresh tremor through me with every nip. As her teeth grazed past my lobe to lightly gnaw at the rim of my ear canal, another clear droplet spilled from the tip of my shaft. A bead of guilt, perhaps, or a testament to my submission.
“Hold it in, you bastard.”
Her voice carried a chuckle. Like a vixen, Jia worked the contours of my ear with experienced, practiced breaths. Hands that checked patients' temperatures by day now commanded my ear by night.
Bora’s hand closed around my shaft first.
It was freezing. Fuck, it was so cold. Like someone suffering from chronic poor circulation, hands chilled down to the bone wrapped strictly around the shaft. She didn't touch the tip—deliberately avoiding it, it seemed. As Bora knelt beside me, the sheer presence of her broad hips made itself known even past the blindfold. She had striking, dimensional proportions: narrow shoulders balanced by a wide, flared pelvis. The curve of her hip, inked with a tattoo on the thigh, brushed against me. Every time she leaned in, the tattoo etched across her shoulder felt just as close.
As that icy palm seized my boiling heat, the swollen veins flinched at the bitter cold. Her thumb bore down on the base while her remaining fingers stroked slowly upward and downward, halting right before the head. I could feel her silent, calculating gaze fixed on my every reaction.
“Haaah… Stop, don't touch—”
Before I could finish the plea, Jia drove her tongue deep into my ear. Saliva coated my ear canal, tickling so intensely that my spine bowed forward. And every time I bucked, my cock throbbed harder inside Bora's icy grip. That perilous brink of climax flickered frantically deep inside me.
Then, Seoyeon’s hand clamped down over the top.
A warm, tart scent of damp female arousal wafted off her skin. The fleshy heel of her palm smothered the sensitive tip head-on. Seoyeon knelt directly in front of me, her body intoxicatingly close. Though I was blindfolded, I could imagine the faint outline of her abs flexing with each breath; I couldn't see her glasses, but the bleached blonde tips of her short bob brushed against my inner thighs.
Slap.
The instant the creases of her palm suctioned against the glans, the breath choked in my throat beneath the collar. It wasn't merely a wet hand. Her clinging body heat and a slick film of moisture completely blocked my only exit.
Freezing cold and boiling heat collided in a single spot. Bora’s frigid fingers locked down the rush of blood at the root, while Seoyeon’s warm palm sealed the crown. Behind me, Jia mashed her breasts flush against my back, working my ear with her tongue. Seoyeon’s hand was trembling—quivering with sheer shame. Yet the more she trembled, the more the creases of her skin twisted and ground against me.
Squelch. Squelch.
I couldn't see the expression on Seoyeon’s face beneath the blindfold. Had I been able to, I would have seen her without her glasses, stripped of her sharp, professional composure, her lips parted in dazed breathlessness.
From behind, Jia whispered into my ear with a cruel laugh.
“Go ahead, spill it right now.”
Her tongue dragged across my ear canal once more, teeth sinking into the soft lobe.
“It's your girlfriend’s palm. She’s smothering you with a hand coated in her own fluids. Hear that?”
My hips jolted.
Click!
The collar gave a sharp tug at my throat, the metal hardware ringing briefly. Bora’s freezing hand squeezed with merciless force, milking upward in one fluid drag. The surging shockwave rocketed to the head only to crash violently into Seoyeon’s unyielding, warm palm, thrown back down inside me.
“Nnngh…!”
Haaah, haaah, haaah.
My abdomen seized in violent spasms. Tears soaked through the fabric of the blindfold, and a strand of drool escaped from beneath the collar. Kneeling before me, Seoyeon’s slender frame absorbed each shuddering spasm through her palm, while Bora held my waist pinned from the side and Jia’s burning body heat melted into my back. Three distinct temperatures divided me among them.
An Seoyeon.
The moment her name crossed my mind, my flesh swelled even larger against her skin. That hand of hers had once been too self-conscious to even hold mine properly—sweaty, slippery, full of embarrassment. Now, that same hand was drowning me in slick, suffocating friction.
“Haaah, no… I'm going to cum, seriously—”
“You don't get to.”
Jia gave the leash a sharp yank from behind. The moment my breath cut out, Seoyeon pressed down even harder, sealing the slit as if swallowing it whole. At the same time, Bora’s cold fingers methodically pinched the throbbing veins along the shaft.
Throb.
Two sets of hands devoured me in turns. My ejaculatory muscles locked and unlocked in rapid distress. A maddening itch tore through me from deep within, but with the exit barred tight, my body convulsed in pathetic twitches. The blindfold grew damp with tears. Bora’s icy grip twisted while Seoyeon’s warm palm squeezed in tandem.
Slap, squelch!
Withdrawing her tongue and leaving only the threat of her teeth, Jia murmured directly into my ear.
“Who do you belong to?”
My body answered before my tongue could. Pulsing and throbbing pathetically right against the center of Seoyeon’s palm, it gave away my answer. I gritted my teeth.
Jia scoffed softly through her nose.
“That's right. You're mine.”
Just before her teeth sank into my earlobe once more, an old memory flitted across the darkness of my blindfold.
A blonde bob. Glasses. A small, sweat-damp hand.
A relationship that began simply because I wanted to hold that hand outside a convenience store had ended up here. Seoyeon kneeling before me, Bora grazing my side, Jia pressed to my back. Three bodies held me under absolute control.
This was a version of me that An Seoyeon never knew.
At least...
That was how it started.