One way or another, Ash was a nobleman’s son—unaccustomed to serving others.
That applied to his sexual preferences too; he was usually the one being served, not the one doing the work.
But this was a matter of pride for Ash.
He put his entire soul into serving this time.
***
It was long.
In a different way from Tyllian, this was the kind of genital that wore out its partner.
Even Ash wouldn’t have sucked this hard if his partner hadn’t been his master.
But then, his master said something absurd.
“How long are you going to keep sucking just the tip? The rest of me is freezing down here.”
“Hngh?!”
Ash nearly bit down.
His jaw was already sore—what more did this guy want?
The blunt tip pressed heavily against his throat, making it feel swollen.
His cheeks ached from taking turns holding the shaft, and the corners of his lips stung as if slightly torn.
He wouldn’t be surprised if his mouth refused to open tomorrow.
The cock kept blocking his airway, making it hard to breathe.
At one point, his brain was so starved of oxygen that he nearly blanked out.
‘Why am I even doing this?’
Ah, it just wouldn’t get hard…
He must’ve repeated that thought countless times.
After all that effort—
“Don’t tell me this was the level of your so-called ‘nighttime expertise’? Your past partners must’ve been very kind. To pretend to be excited despite this pitiful technique…”
“They weren’t pretending! They all passed out from ecstasy!”
Ash was furious, but his master only shook his head.
Then, as if instructing him, he stroked his own cock.
“See? Have you ever taken half of it? If you don’t suck properly, of course I won’t get excited.”
“How am I supposed to fit all of this? It won’t even go in my mouth!”
“Why wouldn’t it? Did you just lick your other partners like this too?”
“Why would I suck someone else’s? Disgusting.”
Ash scowled.
‘Does this even taste good?’
Aside from one curious attempt, he’d never done such a thing.
It was always his lovers who wanted to suck him off, never the other way around.
His master’s hand paused.
“…Oh? Don’t tell me I’m your first time giving head?”
“Not the first.”
“Ah.”
‘What’s the problem, then?’
Why wouldn’t it get hard?
Ash furrowed his brow, lost in thought.
His master’s words didn’t even register.
His skilled lovers had given him plenty of experience—some tender and sweet, others overwhelming him with pleasure.
Thanks to them, Ash knew exactly where and how to lick to make someone feel good, how to take them deep until their cock hit his throat.
Call it hands-on training.
He’d always assumed his own size was average, so while he’d never had his throat brutally fucked, he remembered the sensation vividly.
Anyway, it was mind-blowing… and kind of terrifying.
His throat had clamped down uncontrollably, but his partner held his hips in a vice grip, leaving him no choice but to beg and cry.
Every inch of him—shaft, slit—burned, and his ass bore handprints for days.
‘That bastard… Good as a friend, but as a lover? How has he not been stabbed in the back yet? Must be nice having status. A shameless guy like him should’ve been locked up ages ago.’
His master, as if reading his mind, sighed.
“You’re completely unfocused. I suppose you don’t really want to do this.”
“Just wait. I’m thinking. Why won’t it get hard?”
Ash feigned seriousness. His master laughed.
“Even after sucking hundreds of cocks, you still haven’t improved. Don’t you think the problem might be you? Maybe bedroom skills just aren’t your talent.”
“Is your memory failing? You were the one who said I have a gift for pleasuring lovers! Just today!”
“Ah…? Did I say that? Ah. Selective hearing is one of your strengths.”
While his master was distracted, Ash swallowed his balls.
He pursed his lips, teasing them before rubbing his cheek against the shaft.
The cock twitched.
‘Yes.’
Ash sucked harder, swirling his tongue around the slit.
This should tickle…
Feels weird, right?
Lewd, wet sounds filled the air, but Ash ignored them.|
He kissed the tip, glancing up—only to meet his master’s gaze.
“……”
His master’s smile wavered.
Ash’s heart raced.
‘Is it working?’
“No…”
A faint tension seemed to build in his groin, but it wasn’t fully erect.
Ash was on the verge of losing his patience.
‘There’s no other way.’
Did he really have to do this?
Wasn’t this just wicked?
It would be too much stimulation for his master.
But then again, his master had touched him first.
Wasn’t this just karma?
Steeling himself, Ash took a deep breath and opened his throat as wide as he could.
He was determined to make his master experience the most relentless, torturous pleasure he knew.
Slurp…
“Hngh…!”
He simply sucked deep.
The thick tip of his master’s cock caught in his throat, just like the first time he’d ever tried this.
But this time, he had no intention of stopping there.
He tried to take it deeper, swallowing more of that half-hard length.
‘Ah…’
It shouldn’t have been possible, but for a moment, he thought he heard a gulp as his throat was breached.
Then came the pain—sharp, overwhelming. His airway was blocked.
‘It hurts?!’
Tears welled in Ash’s eyes.
He hadn’t imagined it would be this painful!
Why did it hurt?
Wasn’t this kind of play supposed to be pleasurable?
His partner had always seemed to enjoy it so much.
But here Ash was, the one being forced to suck, the one crying, the one gagging over and over.
Wasn’t this supposed to be a technique to drive the receiver wild?
Then why was he the one suffering?
His vision blurred with tears, his nose stinging.
His blocked nostrils made it even harder to breathe.
‘At least it’s fully hard now.’
Hard, painful, his throat feeling wrecked—but at least his master was fully erect.
Having achieved his goal, Ash tried to pull off.
He couldn’t take the pain anymore.
But then a thought struck him.
‘Wait. Exciting him can’t just mean getting him hard, right?’
He’d already managed that even while clothed.
Back then, his master hadn’t said, ‘That’s enough.’ Of course not—even Ash wouldn’t accept such a half-hearted deal.
‘Obviously… I have to make him cum.’
Ash wasn’t heartless.
He couldn’t just get his master hard and then beg to be let go.
Besides, it wasn’t like his master would listen anyway.
Then, his master’s hips moved.
Ash felt like his throat was being split open.
“Hngh—! Ghk—! Cough…! Ugh—!”
“Ah… this feels good.”
His master’s moan sounded distant.
Ash tried to pull his head back, but the world spun, his head throbbing.
Tears blurred everything—he could barely see.
“Hah—! Ugh—! Gasp…!”
“Your crying face looks good too.”
“Ngh—!”
“So pretty. No wonder… you were so confident. Haah… if it’s like this, I can see why he loved it so much. Ash, you’re useless with your head and your body, but you’re naturally good at being cute.”
What was he even saying?
Ash just wished he’d shut up and finish already.
His throat felt like it was tearing.
His muscles convulsed, trying to expel the foreign object forcing its way in.
His own body was fighting against him, struggling against the intrusion.
It was agony.
Tears and snot soaked his face.
“Ugh—! Hngh—! Ghk…!”
If only he could use his hands, he could push him away.
But his master had no intention of letting him go.
“Mmmph—! Ugh—! Sob…”
“Ash?”
“Hh…”
His nose was the only way he could breathe, but all that came out were wet, choked sniffles.
“You okay?”
“…”
“Should I stop?”
His master’s voice was gentle.
Really?
Was he really going to let him go?
Ash nodded frantically, nearly letting out a scream—but all that came out was a dry heave.
And more tears.
They poured like a waterfall.
“Sob—! Hic—! Cough…!”
“Oh dear.”
His master’s hand brushed Ash’s cheek.
Then, slowly, that long, hard, terrifying flesh began to withdraw.
The thick head caught for a moment at the tight entrance before finally slipping free.
His master held Ash’s face firmly, making sure he was steady as he pulled out completely.
“Cough—! Hack—! Gasp—! Hah…! Gag—!”
The moment he was free, Ash clutched his throat and collapsed.
He curled up on the rug, coughing violently before forcing himself to stop—his throat hurt too much.
He almost died.
That was the only thought in his mind.
How…
How did he ever handle this?
His master’s hand stroked Ash’s neck.
What now?
Ash instinctively tried to pull away, but his body wouldn’t move again.
Damn magic.
But the expected pain never came.
Instead, warmth spread through his throat.
The swelling faded, the throbbing ache disappearing under a soothing heat.
Ash looked up at his master in shock.
Only then did the binding magic release him.
He realized his master had freed him the moment he finished—only restraining him again to heal him.
But that didn’t make him feel any better.
He scrambled back as his master reached for him again, covering his throat defensively, glaring.
“You’ll let me go now, right?”
“Hmm.”
“…What?”