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“Hyung, hic. I was wrong. Woohee will listen well now.”
He let go of the leash and unbuckled the harness he had put on Yeo Woohee. It was slightly red, but he had controlled his strength well, so it likely wouldn’t bruise.
From the bag of adult toys, he picked out two vibrators the size of a thumb and some tape.
He swiftly picked up Yeo Woohee, who had frozen in fear like a round rice cake, and laid him down straight.
“Hyung?”
He pressed a small vibrator against each nipple.
He ripped off pieces of tape and stuck them haphazardly to his chest to secure them.
Then, holding Yeo Woohee’s lower body firmly so he couldn’t move, he turned on the vibrators.
“Uh?”
The omega squirmed at the tickling vibration on his nipples.
He tightened his grip on the other’s legs, putting more strength into his arms.
“Nn? Nn. Ah, no. No. Hyung, ahh!”
He turned the vibrator up to its highest setting.
Even with the naked eye, he could see the taped-bound chest trembling violently along with the loud mechanical hum.
Yeo Woohee’s head fell backwards, his warm, heated crown pressing against Yeo Jinwoo.
He kissed the beta-sized head and poured his pheromones over the omega whose nipples were being toyed with.
The dominant alpha’s pheromones seeped into the omega’s airways, pores and all, making his lower belly simmer and burn.
As his hole opened, transparent slick began to flow.
He waited, firmly binding Woohee who thrashed his head from side to side, screaming to be spared.
He kissed the teary, pretty beauty mark near his eye, and alternated pecks between both peach-ripened cheeks— until finally, Woohee entered heat.
An omega who’d been sent into heat by an alpha countless times already: his pheromones grew denser, and the intensity of his heat heightened.
He could feel the pheromone glands, once shut by suppressants, now swinging open.
Woohee repeatedly jerked his waist.
At some point, Yeo Jinwoo looked down at him; Woohee’s eyes were glazed over, mouth agape and drooling.
With a dazed expression, Woohee’s chest perked up, twitching at the whining vibrator.
Even when the arms holding his legs were released, he didn’t flee, just stayed there blankly.
Yeo Jinwoo unzipped his pants, took out his cock, and pushed it into Woohee’s mouth.
The soft throat constricted around his cock.
He was conditioning Woohee, much like Dr. Pavlov with his dogs—training his body to go into heat the moment he sucked his cock.
“Woohee, what are you doing? Hurry up, rub my cock with your tongue.”
As if snapped out of a trance, Woohee slurred and moved the tongue buried under the shaft of his cock.
The tiny tongue wriggled, as if trying its best to envelop the massive meat.
He slowly rubbed his glans against the roof of Woohee’s mouth, repeating the motion of pushing past his uvula and pulling back.
Just before he could cum, he pulled out of his mouth.
He sat on the sofa and made the omega obediently open his mouth.
Woohee knelt between his legs and closed his eyes.
Yeo Jinwoo came inside the reddened mouth.
“Swallow it all.”
As always, Woohee was timid and obedient.
He slurped, swallowed all the semen, then opened his mouth for Yeo Jinwoo’s inspection.
“Sit down and spread your legs.”
He obeyed the command now.
Yeo Jinwoo took the aneros and pushed it into the hole of Woohee, who had lost all will to resist.
It wasn’t a vibrating product like the vibrator, but even while staying still, it stimulated the omega’s prostate, easily bringing him to orgasm.
He could already see the omega’s prostate struggling under the pressure of the aneros.
Yeo Jinwoo brought over a tulip-patterned teacup, dyed with his mother’s prized cobalt blue pigment, and pressed it against Woohee’s hole.
“If you fill this teacup to the brim with your slick, I’ll take the aneros out. Or, tell me you want to carry my child. Then I’ll end this punishment whenever you want.”
“Ugh. Ngh. No, no! I don’t want to!”
Yeo Jinwoo let out a hollow laugh at Woohee’s stubbornness, then struck the omega’s back with a flogger.
“Hng! Ughh.”
The vibrator on his chest, the suffocating rush of alpha pheromones, and the aneros stuffed in his hole—all of it was driving Woohee into heat.
Perhaps that’s why. Woohee, trembling under the feared silicone whip, shuddered violently and came, a thin stream of cum spurting from his cock.
Slick could be seen dripping into the teacup pressed against his hole.
Yeo Jinwoo clenched his molars tightly, trying to stay calm in the face of a sight that threatened to overwhelm him first.
The sharp-featured alpha’s jaw stiffened.
Perhaps the strike was the trigger; Woohee began to struggle.
Crouching over the teacup as if doing a frog leap, he kept shaking his body.
“Hng. Uung. Ngh. Uung.”
Even after just cumming, Yeo Jinwoo couldn’t restrain his lust and grabbed his cock.
He shook the shaft rapidly, muttering vulgarities like “Fuck, fuck, you slutty omega, what the hell.”
The more excited he grew, the denser the alpha pheromones filling the air became, pushing Woohee’s condition past the point of no return.
Beads of sweat formed on his beautifully-lined naked body.
His bangs clung to his red, heated face, and his mouth hung open like a parched man craving water.
He shook his body so much and sweated so profusely that the tape on his chest loosened and began to peel off.
Where the tape had come off, plump nipples peeked through, making Yeo Jinwoo’s blood race.
A stream of vulgar cunt juice flowed into the teacup—elegant and luxurious with a gold-rimmed spout—as if pouring black tea.
At any rate, Woohee had met the target.
True to his word, Yeo Jinwoo pulled the aneros out of the sodden hole.
The slick that had pooled inside, unable to escape, came gushing out all at once.
He’d only asked to fill the teacup, but Woohee had stored up a whole water rocket in his hole.
He withdrew his alpha pheromones and opened the full-length window in the living room to ventilate the air.
He turned off the vibrator attached to Woohee’s nipple and removed the tape from his chest.
As the tape came off, red marks were left on the sensitive, irritated skin.
Woohee, collapsed sideways on the floor, breathed rapidly.
Yeo Jinwoo stood still, waiting for him to regain his senses.
As the intense pheromones cleared from the living room, a lucid light returned to his clouded brown pupils.
Realizing what he had done, Woohee covered his mouth with both hands.
He had discovered the slick he’d filled the teacup with.
Yeo Jinwoo closed the living room window.
“Woohee, do you have any idea how you acted just now? Truly fitting for a whore’s son.”
Yeo Jinwoo grabbed Woohee by the hair and shoved his face into the teacup.
“Alright, I’ll ask you again. If you don’t give me the right answer, I will make you drink every last drop of the slick you just produced and lick the floor clean with your tongue until not a single drop remains.”
“Hyung, sob. Hyung. I was wrong. Please forgive me.”
Afraid he might be forced to drink the contents of the teacup, Yeo Woohee pleaded desperately, but when his lips touched the rim, he pressed them tightly shut.
Tears streamed down relentlessly, diluting the slick in the cup.
“Of course, even if you drink all of this, your punishment will continue until you answer my question. So, have you decided to talk yet?”
Yeo Woohee was on his knees, his face perilously close to being shoved into the teacup.
With tape removed, his reddened chest pressed firmly against his knees, he clenched and unclenched his hole before finally answering.
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