Behind The Red Curtain | YiZhan ✓

26-The Pretend Game

Rhapsodies of being physically and emotionally understood in bed is maybe one of the most ignored things of all. In usual cases, one would be in too much of contempt to even realise that it is an important thing, too busy to want it and starts to jerk off to some random old picture of a horse on a field, hung above the kitchen wall.

But those calendars had become too old school, so people had turned to porn instead. Yet it was another empty emotionless method used by lonely people. You would often forget the places you would feel the most pleasure to, and end up ejaculating in only four minutes time, simply by rubbing all over your privates, sometimes even far away from the clit.

Around 56% of people on earth, tend to ignore their sexual desires that way, and end up dying before even discovering them. But thankfully, Zhan was not one of them. Although he hadn't seen pain as a form of pleasure at first, he later had discovered it to be so, and began to be lustful towards it only after meeting Mr. Yan. He had tried it with many disappointing people indeed, but those were never quite enough for him to put his desires into words. So he wasn't as surprised when he came just from being stimulated through pain, and had wanted more instead.

And that was that, but the feeling of being touched by another was still foreign. It was a strict rule for him, and always had been, so he knew of nothing else outside the box from it. Despite that, he had seen others doing such activities, with more than three people even. He had seen them be consumed by the pleasure, almost devoured by it even.

But even then, he had never expected it to bring him such euphoria. It was both painful and pleasant, making his boy shiver all over. The pleasure was like a thin transparent coat, covering over his body completely and taking its shape. It felt incredible, beautiful even. He loved every second of it as Yan continued to skilfully stroke his length.

He could feel the every inch of it become completely wet, as those two big hands swirled around, sometimes rubbing on the tip before moving down to his stomach to cover him in his warmth. His lips would sometimes leave soft, muffled moans, making his spit slowly dribble over his chin, down to his neck. His jaw had started to hurt at some point from keeping his mouth open all the time, so that his teeth would not squeeze around the metal ball, causing them to break. It was definitely painful, yet he was thrilled to the bone with every second of it.

The more restrained he was, the more pleasure he felt. And the more he imagined that Mr. Yan was Yibo, then the harder his length became.

Just then a loud smack from the leather belt landed over his chest, making him flinch in pain. He couldn't hold back his moans from becoming louder, causing him to start choking on his saliva. To stop him from choking, Mr. Yan held his throat with one hand and squeezed it tightly, shutting the airway to his brain. Moments later Zhan's vision began to darken, all the while he ejaculated all over his stomach.

His body spasmed under his touch, later to only relax after stopping. Mr. Yan then pulled his hand back and slowly unbuckled the gag from his mouth. Zhan coughed for a bit before finally swallowing after what felt like an hour.

As Yan held him by his chin, the latter could feel his face coming closer and by instinct, wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in for a hug. "...i thought you didn't like hugs." Zhan swallowed once more as he snuggled his face in the crook of his neck. "Not if you are not him." Mr. Yan paused for a bit after that and then placed his lips over his ear. He parted them once, breathing heavily and then closed them once more. Zhan felt as though he was going to say something, yet was hesitant over it. But after a while of standing still like that he parted his lips once more and finally spoke. "Then i won't go any further unless you say my name. So, who am i?"