Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 47

RECOMMENDED SONG: CHILLS (DARK VERSION) BY MICKEY VALEN AND JOEY MYRON

A month. A whole month had passed. A full 30 days-lapse-time without ever releasing the desire that had grown inside him and built up, creating a bomb about to explode in his pants.

Towards the end of the month, Atsumu spent 24 hours a day aroused; all his concentration was directed to his crotch, controlling the hardness of his cock inside the cockring. Even at night he woke up suffocated, his body burning and his hips jerking with strong spasms, longing for a touch that was not there, that only remained present in his mind, in his wet dreams. But still, he kept his manhood flaccid. After such a long time, it even seemed easy to do it. After all, the penis was just another set of muscles that could be contracted and relaxed with the necessary training. And Atsumu knew that Sakusa had provided him with tough but effective training.

And now it seemed like a dream. The torture was finally over.

Atsumu remained totally still, kneeling on the floor with his hands on his thighs and his cock flaccid and caught in the cockring between his legs. His head was lowered, his eyes closed as his master had commanded, and he bit his lip in anticipation, his mind lost beyond, where he could only hear the sound of elegant shoes at every step his master took, walking around him, brushing his sensitized skin with the leather end of a black crop. Each touch made his skin crawl, making him flinch slightly emitting muffled groans.

"Look at you," Sakusa said in a whisper. "So desperate for me. What do you want, Atsumu? Tell me."

Atsumu opened his mouth slightly, delighting in the brush of the crop, in Sakusa's steady footsteps around him, in his body's reactions to every slightest sensation. He let Sakusa's words enter his ears and drift straight down onto his dick, which showed no other sign of arousal than the transparent drops of precum dripping from the tip.

"Sir~..." Atsumu purred.

He leaned his head to the side to let the whip brush the side of his neck. Sakusa brushed the leather over his skin, drawing it over the collar that encircled the base of his neck. Atsumu felt a chill run up and down; he was starting to get a little overwhelmed, and the desperation for something else was making him lose his mind. Sakusa continued the torture him a little longer, depriving Atsumu of the touch of his fingers on him, running the whip from the collar to the edge of his hairline.

"Sir, please..."

Sakusa walked around Atsumu to face him. Although Atsumu couldn't see him with his eyes closed, Sakusa was sure that he had heard the direction of his steps, as his body had tensed slightly in a reflex act. He was so vulnerable right now, with his body asking for it, begging after a month of sexual deprivation...

Sakusa ran the whip across Atsumu's torso, stroking his nipples along the way. Atsumu jumped in place and whimpered, arching his back to bring his chest closer to the crop. Sakusa smiled and stroked his nipples again, running the cold leather over and over and over those pink nubs he wanted to bite so badly until it made Atsumu scream. The boy clenched his fingers around his own thighs and gasped.

"Yes, Atsumu? What do you want?" Sakusa asked. He wanted Atsumu to lose himself in desire, he wanted him to be the one to beg, not his body. Sakusa wanted to hear his desperate prayers.

"Sir, please... Please, please, please," Atsumu whimpered. "Please~..."

Sakusa's smile widened. He lowered the crop a little more down Atsumu's torso until he stroked the cockring; then he brushed his cock. Atsumu groaned hoarsely but Sakusa ignored it; he kept moving the whip, sliding it across his skin until it reached his thighs. He then lifted it slightly to lash Atsumu's thigh with it.