Stray Kids Oneshots

★ 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝔂... ★ (minsung)

Words: 3039
Ship: minsung
Consists of: bdsm....straight porn...no real plot....

USAGE OF THE WORD MASTER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.🙄🫵🏽

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In the quiet of their suburban home, Minho sat in his favorite chair, flipping through the pages of a worn-out book titled "The Art of Submission." The soft light from the pendant lamp above cast shadows on his face, highlighting the intensity in his eyes. The scent of leather and a faint hint of sweat wafted from the basement, a subtle reminder of their recent play sessions.

"Jisung," Minho called out, his voice a velvet rumble that seemed to resonate through the walls.

Jisung, who had been upstairs preparing their dinner, immediately dropped the chopping board and wiped his hands clean. He knew that tone-it was a summons, a gentle demand that brooked no argument. With his heart racing in excitement, he hurried down the stairs, his bare feet silent on the cool hardwood.

The basement door was open, revealing the dimly lit playroom. The sight of the various BDSM equipment arranged neatly along the walls sent a thrill of excitement through him. As it always does every time he steps foot into the room.

"Master," Jisung whispered, his eyes downcast as he approached Minho.

Minho looked up, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "I have a new idea for tonight, my love." He gestured to the table beside him, where an assortment of ropes, cuffs, and a shiny new ball gag lay neatly arranged. Jisung's eyes widened, and he felt his body respond in eager anticipation. He knew that when Minho had a new idea, it was going to be an intense night.

"Take off your clothes," Minho ordered, his voice low and firm. Jisung complied, his hands shaking slightly as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid out of his pants. The cool air of the basement kissed his skin, making him aware of every inch of his body. He knew he was being watched, evaluated, and the enthuse of it made his cock twitch.

Once he was naked, Minho stepped closer, running a finger along Jisung's jawline. "Good boy," he murmured, his eyes scanning Jisung's body with a predatory gaze. He picked up a set of velveteen-lined cuffs and fastened them around Jisung's wrists, securing them behind his back. The soft material was a stark contrast to the cold metal of the cuffs, a comforting caress against his skin.

"Now, let's see how well you can follow instructions," Minho said, his voice a blend of affection and command. He took the ball gag from the table and held it up for Jisung to see. "Open your mouth, pretty."

Jisung obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest. The coolness of the gag pressed against his teeth as Minho carefully inserted the ball, filling his mouth and silencing him. He felt the leather straps tighten around his head, the buckle clicking into place. The sudden absence of sound, save for his own muffled breaths, heightened his other senses. The scent of Minho's cologne grew stronger, and he could feel the warmth of his husband's body as he stepped closer.

Minho caressed Jisung's cheek with the back of his hand before grabbing a fistful of his hair and tilting his head back. Jisung's eyes widened further as he stared up at his husband, unable to speak but eagerly waiting for the next command. Minho leaned in, his breath hot against Jisung's skin, and whispered, "You're going to be my little toy tonight, aren't you?"

Jisung nodded fervently, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He felt a rush of arousal at the thought of being used, manipulated, and pushed to his limits. It was a feeling he craved, a need that Minho fulfilled like no one else could.

Minho led him over to the St. Andrew's cross, a sturdy wooden contraption that dominated one wall of the playroom. Jisung's eyes traced the path of Minho's leather-clad body as he moved with purposeful strides. The cross had seen countless hours of their passion, each mark on its surface a testament to the trust and bond they shared. With a gentle tug, Minho positioned Jisung against it, his body trembling slightly in anticipation.