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Hyunggu winced and pulled back his hands when he felt the familiar cold metal touch piercing his back at a torturing pace, gasping. He couldn't move his hands more than a few inches due to them being tied up to the bedposts. 

He leisurely remembered the events that took him to this place; playing truth or dare with his roommate, a dare request going too far, and his roommate asking him to undress, fingering him for a few rounds from behind while standing up until Hyunggu's knees wavered and couldn't keep him on his feet anymore and his roommate had to grip tightly his waist. It didn't take long for him to get tired of his squirming and place him over the bed face-first, tying his hands above his head on each bedpost to proceed with the torture. His roommate was not really worried about Hyunggu's drowsy state, since he acted as if he could take anything before they began. And Hyunggu hadn’t said his safe word yet. 

"Do you wanna give up yet?" His roommate suggested leaning over Hyunggu to look at him, even though his dark bangs were covering most of his eyes. Hyunggu didn't answer, closing his eyes again when he was aware there was no knife on him anymore, whimpering almost quietly. His cock was burning in need, leaking so much pre-cum he had a wet patch right underneath him on the bed. His roommate smiled, straightening his posture and gazing at Hyunggu's blood-tinted back and red ass, proof of all the spanking he had done to him, "Are you really that proud?"

Hyunggu forced himself to react and shake his head in between pants, signaling he actually didn’t want to give up yet. His pride wouldn’t let him. And his roommate chuckled. 

"You’re crazy…," His roommate mumbled, dropping the knife on the bed to slowly rub his bruised sides. Hyunggu hid his face in the pillow and felt his roommate’s hands lowered to squeeze his asscheeks. Hyunggu moaned and fisted his hands, whining something too low to hear, "What was that? You have to speak louder if you want me to hear you," His roommate mocked, spanking him one more time, earning a gasp from Hyunggu.

"Please," Hyunggu mewled louder this time, head turning to lay on his cheek to speak easier, panting heavily, eyes teary, "I need you inside…," Hyunggu was able to say in between his pants, making his roommate stop in his tracks.

"Really?" He turned around to look at Hyunggu's messy state, surprised. That wasn’t part of the dare, and he was shocked Hyunggu was that needy. Hyunggu nodded quickly, "How much?"

"Please, fuck me hard,” he tried to control his breathing, “I need to come…," He whined, eyes closed tight to try to lessen his embarrassment. It didn’t help, but he felt his hole gaping in need of something bigger, desperate to come after being denied for so long. 

"If that’s what you want…” His roommate answered, watching his body shivering, sticky, and wet with fluids, and yet he hadn’t finished even once, “You better not come at me tomorrow,” he smiled and climbed behind him, unbuckling his pants. He heard Hyunggu sigh in relief at his movements and decided to destroy his hopes for a little longer. “But you’re still not allowed to come…”

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"F-fuck..." Felix mewled, back arching and gripping tighter on the edges of the tub, knees open on the bathroom floor with his ass sticking out while two of his owner's fingers quickly moved in and out of him. What his owner planned and Felix thought was a warm bath quickly turned into a mess when his owner undressed him in the bathroom; he didn't take long to touch him. The tub was full to the brim though, even when no one was inside.

Yet, Felix's hair was dripping wet due to previous disobedience. It sent pleasant shivers down his spine when he arched his neck, hot water dripping on his back and sliding over his asscheeks and between his legs, mixing with the cum from past orgasms used as improvised lube.

"A-ah," Felix whined, moving forward to get rid of some stimulation when he felt his release approaching again. It didn't work, since his owner's fingers moved forward with him and pressed deeper inside, curling up every now and then to hit his prostate and keep him in the edge.

"P-please, I-I'm gonna-," his words were cut with his own squeal when his owner yanked him by his hair to make him look at him, all while his fingers kept moving relentlessly. His eyes bored into Felix's red eyes, lashes decored with a mixture of small droplets from his tears of pain and pleasure and the water, mouth open just a bit to moan freely and regain some air.

"You can take it for me, right, kitten...?," he told him, pushing a third finger inside of him forcefully since his hole was squeezing tighter than usual, signaling he was close, in fact.

Without further warning, he pushed his head into the water inside the tub, enjoying how Felix's whole body tensed and his hands tried pushing against the edge to breath. His owner kept a firm grip, not allowing him to budge from his position underwater, all while he worked his fingers to rub on his prostate vigorously. After a few seconds, Felix began moving his hips, unsure if to move closer or away.

Felix let out a high-pitched moan underwater, forgetting completely how to hold his breath and even breathe when his release hit him. It felt just as good as choking; but maybe even riskier. His whole body felt on fire, struggling every now and then in fear of breathing. He couldn't help but inhale some water, struggling just a bit more when he did. His owner pulled him by his hair outside of the water, and Felix gasped deeply right before coughing due to the water inhaled, mixing with whines in between when his owner wouldn't bother to slow down. It was all such a disgusting mess, and Felix had to admit he loved every single bit of it.

His owner slowly pulled his fingers out, to Felix's relief. He was still panting heavily, trying to regain his breath. His eyesight was blurry, but he felt his owner comb his wet hair back and couldn't help but curl his lips into a small smile.

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When his owner arrived in the room, he found Doyoung already sitting down on the bed at one side of the room, clad in his silk robe, the darkness of the velvet curtains covering the window. Doyoung fidgeted nervously, swinging his legs back and forth anxiously, staring at the floor until the sound of the door closing caught his attention.

“You don’t gotta worry too much about them, alright, pup?” His owner put on a smile for him and walked towards him before sitting right beside him.

Doyoung nodded in agreement before leaving a small peck on his lips in response. His owner’s smile grew wider, unable to ignore just how adorable he was. He stood up again and gently guided Doyoung to his feet, holding his hands. He unraveled the robe and took it off slowly, enjoying how the fabric slipped off his shoulders before dropping the cloth on the floor. He then tapped Doyoung’s arm. Doyoung raised his hands to his front, and his owner fastened the silk around his crossed wrists to securely tie it.

Without preamble, his owner pushed him roughly by his shoulders to his knees, earning a startled gasp from Doyoung, “You can ask me to stop anytime, pup,” His owner told him before he walked towards the window right in front of Doyoung.

“Wait!” Doyoung blurted out before his owner pulled the rope to open the curtains, and the older one whipped his head at him. Doyoung cleared his throat, his fear obvious, “Can you give me one more minute?”

His owner’s stare was blank, and he forced himself to nod and drop the rope to allow Doyoung to prepare a few more seconds. Doyoung shifted in his place, trying desperately to become comfortable in the little time he had. His hands were sweating, and his knees were pulsating at the pain he felt before when he was pushed down without further warning.

“Done?” His owner asked after a moment, and Doyoung hesitatingly nodded. He pulled the rope, and light engulfed Doyoung as soon as the curtains parted. He bowed his head once again when his eyes met with many more outside the glass, face burning and fear increasing even if the heat pooling in his stomach worsened.

“Isn’t so bad, right…?” His owner grinned before he walked back to him and began pacing around, “They can’t and won’t touch you, pup. Only I can,” He crouched beside him and combed his hair back with one hand. He found it funny how stiff Doyoung felt, barely moving and eyes closed. His owner looked outside the glass momentarily at the freaks lining to watch the performance, “But you can give them a show, right?”

Doyoung didn’t reply physically or verbally, only obeying when he felt one of his owner’s hands on one of his inner thighs to part his legs further than they naturally did when kneeling, “Raise your hands, they can’t see your pretty little cock like this,” His owner whispered closer to his ear before kissing right underneath. He felt Doyoung shiver at the touch and he raised his hands right after closer to his chest. His owner chuckled, enjoying how easily Doyoung reacted to even the most feather-like touch in this defenseless state.

Doyoung felt his owner pull away from him, the heat he initially felt when his body was close was now gone. He heard him rise to his feet and walk behind him, but still kept his eyes tightly closed. Then, his owner placed one of his boots on his back and pushed him forward violently, and Doyoung whimpered loudly and clumsily placing his tied hands right in front of him to avoid falling face-first.

“Crawl forward, pup,” his owner ordered now that Doyoung was on all fours, and Doyoung carefully did as told. His shivering was stronger now that he couldn’t anticipate what would happen next, and he stopped when the top of his head bumped into the glass. He still didn’t dare to open his eyes.

“That’s it…” Doyoung mumbled before crouching once again, this time behind him. He placed one hand on his lower back and leaned over him, pressing two fingers against his lips. Doyoung automatically took them into his mouth, instinct taking over shame while he licked them wet. The older one pulled them out of his mouth with a popping sound, and slowly pushed them past his rim. Doyoung gasped, neck arching and even though his eyes were closed, he knew there was now a better view of his face compared to a moment ago when his head was hanging.

“Look at that, they're completely enticed with you,” His owner smiled before beginning to move his fingers in and out, “Why don't you give them some more? Open your eyes, pup”

Doyoung wished to comply, but there was too much going on and he was far too embarrassed to even move. He limited himself to moan with each thrust of his owner’s fingers, enjoying how the long digits reached deep inside, and yet he was aware that noise was projected outside. He choked a moan when he felt his prostate being pressed, head dropping again to and fingers curling to grip on the rug underneath them.

“Thought I told you to give them a damn show,” he heard his owner say right before he gripped his hair strong and pulled his head up. Doyoung whined and gasped, tears threatening to spill when his owner pulled harder to make him raise his hands off the ground and press them against the glass in front of him.

He hadn't opened his eyes yet because he feared what he'd see, but that didn't stop him from moaning and gasping, hips rolling tightly on his owner's fingers to reach his release faster. His hands were sweaty, slipping slightly off the glass before he re-positioned himself.

His owner pushed a third finger in at the same time as he pushed Doyoung’s full body against the glass. Doyoung cried at the sudden intrusion and shivered due to the cold glass against his body.

And for the spectators, the view got ten times better. With Doyoung kneeling against the glass with legs wide open, it was easy to see how his owner's fingers disappeared into his hole and reappeared not even a second later at the speed he went. His cock twitched and rubbed against the window, and his perk nipples were squished against the pane. His whole body did small tremors that moved him against the glass to add to the pleasing torture, and his cheek was pressed as well while his eyes remained closed even though tears were already well past his waterline, staining the glass.

His owner let go of Doyoung’s hair to press him down by his hips against his fingers, earning staccato moans from Doyoung who desperately tried to trash his hips but couldn't due to the strength put on him to stay still. His owner increased the pace, rubbing on his sweet spot each time his fingers dipped inside.

Finally, Doyoung whimpered and whined, gasping for air once his release hit him, cum smearing against the glass and now that the grip on his hips softened, lower body thrusting lightly against the pane to induce more friction against his burning cock as well as his overstimulated prostate while riding his high. His owner barely moved his fingers for this, allowing the younger one to get off on his own terms, which made Doyoung whine louder as well.

“Open your eyes,” His owner spoke softer than before, fingers pulling out of his hole. He couldn't help but notice how the small hole gaped in need now that his fingers were gone.

Doyoung opened his eyes slowly, hiccuping. He was heavily panting, trying to catch his breath mixed with whines from the amount of pleasure he was enduring just a moment ago and the stimulation his cock still had against the cold window.

His face turned a deeper shade of red at the number of people who had their hands in their crotch, even some men with their cocks out. They looked hypnotized, staring straight at him- at his body. Covered in sweat and cum, flushed red down to his chest, cock still hard and legs parted wide open, trembling.

He didn't expect this to arouse him that much, and he swallowed thickly at the realization of this. He wasn't sure if he could go on.

“Good puppy…” His owner whispered behind him, and Doyoung felt him press his cock against his rim. He whimpered and pressed his forehead against the glass, staring at the ground.

“Nobody can touch you, pup. Only I can. They'll just get to imagine what they don't have while only I fuck you,” Doyoung closed his eyes again when he heard those words and arched his neck at the feeling of the older one's lips ghosting against the skin. His mind was now a haze. It must be some sort of trick his owner played with his mind because he didn't want to stop anymore. He wanted to show himself off, show off he was only meant for one man.

“You're mine, you belong to me”

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Exhibitionism | 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 "His face turned a deeper shade of red at the amount of people who had their hands in their crotch. They looked hypnotized, staring straight at him- at his body covered in sweat and cum, flushed red down until his chest, cock still hard and legs parted wide open, trembling."

Week 2 (Oct 6 - 12)

Aquaphilia/Torture | 𝕴'𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖔𝖐? "He couldn't help to let out a high-pitched moan underwater, forgetting completely how to hold his breath and even breath when his release hit him. It felt just as good as choking; but maybe even riskier. His whole body felt on fire, struggling every now and then in fear to breath."

Week 3 (Oct 13 - 19)

Knife Play/Blood | 𝕽𝖆𝖌 𝕯𝖔𝖑𝖑 "He wanted to be pushed past his limits, taste death on his tongue and fear his lover. He enjoyed feeling the adrenaline through his veins every time blood spilled out of the trail the knife left. He wanted to take anything they might give him, to be broken and then be brought back in pieces just to shatter and play all over again, as if he didn't have a life of his own."

Week 4 (Oct 20 - 26)

Cheating | 𝖂𝖊𝖙 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 "He wanted to freeze time, he didn't want it to finish. Because if it did, he'd go back to being his friend. And he'd have to live with that obscene amount of jealousy he felt; jealous that he couldn't hold him at night, couldn't cuddle him, couldn't wake up beside him, couldn't touch him or make love to him whenever the fuck he pleased. He couldn't kiss those soft lips or pull his delicate body onto his lap, stroke his sides, and feel him shiver underneath his touch."

Week 5 (Oct 27 - 31)

Corruption/Age gap | 𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 "He still allowed himself to fantasize though. The younger one was a mess in bed with just a few fingers inside, and his imagination went wild when it came to how he'd act with a cock stretching his hole. He would surely have to lock him up for a while to enjoy it all, position him in every single way he could imagine until he'd tear, sobbing, and pass out."

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