His toes curled.
His thighs tensed.
The fabric of his underwear pressed uncomfortably against his hardened length, stifling and frustrating, making it impossible to fully feel the warmth of the other’s mouth.
It was maddening.
“I failed, but I can’t let my master succeed without me.”
Even that solitary battle in his mind vanished.
“Master, hurry… Hah? Don’t tease me…”
The master laughed again.
“Ah—!”
The cock buried in his mouth throbbed strangely.
The master, who had been sucking Ash’s length through his clothes, finally pulled away.
His pale lips tugged at Ash’s waistband.
Ash arched his back, helping him undress.
“Hurry…”
His pants and underwear slid down at once.
His painfully erect cock, freed from its confinement, twitched—cool air brushing oversensitive skin.
The moment his bare hips met the plush bedding, dampness seeped beneath him.
His omega body had already prepared itself, slick pooling beneath him.
That sensation alone made Ash burn.
“No need to rush. I’ll take care of you.”
“Ah…!”
Ash clamped a hand over his mouth.
The sudden, overwhelming stimulation was too much.
His sensitive flesh was sucked deeper into that wet heat.
The master swallowed him whole effortlessly, the tip hitting the back of his throat in an instant.
Ash’s cockhead was already trapped, mercilessly squeezed by the convulsing tightness.
“Ngh! I—I don’t…!”
But it didn’t stop there.
The master moved his head.|
Each wet, obscene sound made Ash’s hips jerk.
His throat was unbearably tight, offering no mercy, milking Ash relentlessly.
At the same time, the heat of his lips and tongue threatened to melt him entirely.
Tightened to the point of pain, then eased with cruel gentleness.
The master’s lips, which Ash had assumed would be soft, were slightly chapped from neglect, scraping faintly against the base of his shaft.
The conflicting sensations—pleasure and torment—left Ash writhing.
“W-Wait, no more… Ah…!”
The master’s tongue alone was overwhelming, but then he added teeth, grazing the swollen flesh as if threatening to bite.
Ash’s nerves sharpened, every hair on his body standing on end. His arousal surged past its limit.
“Ahh—! Nngh!”
Helpless, Ash came.
No—”came” wasn’t the right word.
From start to finish, he’d been played to the master’s tune, forced to climax on command.
His mind went blank.
A wet gulp echoed in Ash’s dazed ears.
At the same time, the master’s throat clenched around his spent cock, as if determined to wring out every last drop.
“Hahk…!”
Ash shuddered, suppressing a scream.
Slowly, the master lifted his head.
Ash watched, dazed, as his own glistening cock slipped free from those pale lips.
The sight of himself—and the master—wet and messy was surreal.
The master produced a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and smiled.
“Did you enjoy it? I’m glad I could please you.”
Ash didn’t hear him.
“He… swallowed it?”
Of course, Ash had known he’d cum.
He’d even begged the master to stop, afraid he’d disgrace himself.
But the master hadn’t listened.
And now, faced with the raw evidence, Ash couldn’t speak.
This man—who seemed to lack every ordinary human desire—had just sucked him off.
Not just skillfully, but enthusiastically.
And then swallowed.
Yet the master acted as if this were no time for Ash to be stunned.
“You should feel good. I’m happy to give my cute disciple a new experience today.”
Huh? Why’s the ceiling so dark…?
Ash blinked, still dazed.
The master was climbing over him now.
Ash watched as he knelt, idly stroking himself.
His touch was lazy.
Would that even get him hard?
The master’s cock was finicky—even when carefully tended, it could lose interest easily.
It needed patience, attention…
Ash’s thoughts flickered.
His body felt heavy, drowsy.
Maybe sleeping now would be nice.
Then the master leaned down.
“Open your mouth, Ash.”
“Ah…?”
Ash usually obeyed his master.
Well, except when it came to paying attention in lessons…
In that instant, the head of the master’s cock pressed against his lips.
Pop.
The thick flesh pushed past, spearing his throat.
“Ghk—!”
It hurt.
The master had been right.
Healing magic wasn’t omnipotent.
His throat needed rest.
Ash clawed at the master’s thighs, but even scratching drew no reaction.
The master pet Ash’s neck soothingly.
Ash thrashed.
“You still haven’t grasped the principle of relaxing your throat, have you? Your body’s tensed up right now. You need to completely relax and leave it to me.”
He couldn’t.
It wasn’t something he could achieve through effort.
Trust and all that be damned, wasn’t it his master who told him not to abuse his throat?
And here he was, doing the most abusive thing himself.
‘No, I can’t. I can’t.’
Ash tried to plead with his eyes.
His master seemed to understand.
He made an ‘Ah’ sound, and the pressure of his hand kneading Ash’s neck intensified.
‘Hey!’
What was there to trust?
This senile sorcerer!
Tears welled up in Ash’s eyes!
But then something astonishing happened.
The pain in his throat significantly eased.
Even with the blunt, long object blocking his windpipe, it didn’t feel like he was going to die.
He could even feel the shape of the object, which he had only been desperately trying to avoid, against the inner walls of his throat.
Ash’s eyes widened, and he looked up at his master. Was this magic too?
‘Just how perverted is Master…?’
Had he developed this kind of magic in addition to the binding spells?
Ash had known him for 20 years, yet he had been completely unaware of his master’s preferences.
“Better now, isn’t it? Of course, your body would get damaged if you sucked like a brute, Ash. This is how you open your throat. Try to remember this sensation now.”
“Uuuhm…”
Ash responded reflexively, though it only resulted in him clamping down even harder on the cock in his mouth.
“You’re adorable, you know.”
“Ugh!”
“Ayla is such a good child.”
“Cough…!”
“When she was little, she was so lovely and clever, always bringing joy…”
“Ugh, mmph!”
“And now that she’s grown, she’s given you to me.”
“Hmph, hmph, ngh…?”
His master’s gasp of admiration brushed Ash’s ear.
It felt like his tears and snot had flowed backward into his head.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be sloshing around like this.
He couldn’t think of anything.
His throat gagged, trying to expel the foreign object, but the force pushing inward was stronger than the force trying to push it out.
His reflexive struggles only served to massage the cock.
Every time his throat constricted, his breath hitched.
If he opened his mouth even slightly to breathe, his master would thrust the cock deeper.
Thump, thump, thump, with each thrust of his hips, the object blocking his throat swelled.
Ash continued to cry.
It was getting even bigger?
How could that be?
He felt it was too much.
Shoving something like that down someone’s throat should be illegal.
If it wasn’t already legislated, he absolutely had to propose a new law.
“Ah, that’s good,” a sigh of pleasure echoed above him.
His master’s thrusts stopped.
‘Wait. This is a bit much…’
Ash wanted to pull his throat away, but the deeply embedded cock blocked his windpipe, and Ash’s nose was buried in pubic hair.
An obscene smell stung his nostrils.
Yet, he couldn’t move.
His body was trapped between the bed and his master, leaving no room to maneuver.
He could feel the cock trembling against the narrow mucous membranes of his throat.
Splash,
Splash…
Semen spurted out.
Ash closed his eyes.
He didn’t even need to bother swallowing.
It was being ejaculated directly into his throat anyway.
‘He must be crazy.’
His master was an astonishing pervert.
A man who enjoyed eating and feeding semen.
What did he hope to achieve by making someone consume something so tasteless and nutritionally devoid?
At least it was over.
Ash felt a wave of relief and forced himself to keep his eyes open, despite the urge to close them.
He still needed to get confirmation from his master.
Since he had made his master come, he had to take Ash with him when he left.
There was no escaping this time.
But his master stopped mid-withdrawal, holding the shaft and rubbing the glans against Ash’s tongue.
“What are you…?”
“Actually, you’re not wrong. It feels like it’s been about 100 years since I’ve touched anyone. Since reproduction isn’t the goal, this kind of thing is just a waste of time. And moving my body is a bother… There’s no one in particular I want to conquer either.”
“Uuuhm?”
Ash watched in horror as the cock against his lips slowly hardened.
He shook his head.
“Mmph, ugh, Master, our promise… Cough, cough, hack!”
The fully erect cock plunged back into Ash’s throat.
The slightly swollen, closed passage was forcibly opened by the power.
Ash instinctively relaxed his body, just as his master had taught him.
His master patted Ash’s cheek as if in praise.
“But this is an enjoyable game, isn’t it? I think I understand why you’re so engrossed. Thanks to this, I might even be able to forget some bad memories.”
His master began to thrust again.