Training (4)

Cane, who had kissed me until I was out of breath, sat up and looked down at me. I giggled and avoided his gaze. A faint moan escaped my throbbing body and it was almost too much to hold back.

He put his hand down his shorts and pulled out his big hard c*ck. I couldn’t help but stare at it. His ultramarine shorts had slid down a little, giving me a glimpse of his dark pubic hair and the c*ck sticking out like a sore thumb between them.

More aroused by my gaze, Cane began to m*sturbate.

His big p*nis, a perfect match for his big hands, slipped in and out of his hand. His gl*ns throbbed and spit out a thick stream of prec*m.

I stared speechlessly at the scene. A lustful moan of hmph, hmph, hmph escaped my lips, my body twitching and shuddering from the stimulation of the patch. Cane was enjoying the sight of me as a side dish.

His lazy, closed eyes roamed over my face, then down to my swollen br*asts, then back up to my face. My lower stomach tingled like an electric shock as Cane’s gaze roamed over my eyes and lips. There was a sexy lust in the corners of his eyes that I couldn’t hide.

I never imagined I had such lewdness hidden inside me. The image of Cane’s p*nis twitching and nodding under his hand was etched in my mind. It was like a living creature and its very shape reminded me of days of secret pleasure.

I remembered what it felt like to have that blunt p*nis digging into me, driving straight to the entrance of my womb. Memories of the lightning-fast orgasms that had lit up my mind with each thrust of that big, hard c*ck as it forced its way through my narrow hole made my p*ssy tingle.

“Ah, oh!”

I don’t know if it was the continued stimulation in my br*ast, the lustful look in Cane’s eyes, or the memory of s*x with Theo, but I cl*maxed spectacularly.

“Mmmmmm!”

White pleasure flashed from head to toe. My nerves screamed in unison, blinking and flickering. Cane’s untouched c*ck was quivering on its own, dripping with a thin stream of his juices.

“Ugh…!”

The black p*nis in Cane’s hand, which was speeding up behind him, spewed thick c*m. The c*m was plentiful. In addition to splattering all over my stomach and br*ast, a few drops splashed onto my lips and cheeks. Cane panted and slowly stroked his c*ck up and down. It was a most erotic sight.

As the afterglow of his climax faded, he fell into a deep swoon. The lights from the marks on his br*ast flickered slowly.

‘What the hell is this…’

I thought.

“Surely this isn’t torture?”

A deep voice shook me to reality. Cane laughed and wiped the cum off my stomach. His hands were wet and he wiped the c*m from my cheeks as well. No, more like wiped than smeared.

The patch was now completely unlit. It was like a power outage after a climax.

As the stimulus faded from my brain, reality set in.

Cane was still holding his c*ck out in front of him. It was still half-er*ect. I looked away from the throbbing gl*ns. I couldn’t believe I’d gotten so turned on by the sight of his body.

I hoped Cane would never find out. It was strange to be turned on by Theo’s body and not by Seyon’s strange device. Especially now that I’d been kidnapped and held captive!

“You called me Theo. Did it feel like you were having s*x with Theo Blaine?”

Damn it.

“…I was asking for help.”

My voice was muffled.

“You were asking to be saved from an org*sm?”

Giggling, Cane leaned over and opened the small drawer under the table. He searched for a towel and tissues, which I had used to clean myself after using the chamber pot, and then placed them under the bed. When he saw the drawer was empty, he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s under the bed.”

I blushed and mumbled something as he slid down on top of me and looked under the bed. He grabbed a towel, wiped his d*ck, and looked at me.

I realize now that I feel more humiliated and miserable when I’m done. The unlit patch was still stuck to my n*ked br*asts and my br*asts, stomach, and face were a mess of c*m and bodily fluids.

All the while Cane seemed to be lazily admiring me as he cleaned his p*nis.

Crazy!

I was so tired and confused that I just wanted to sleep. I also wanted to wash. I hadn’t washed my hair for three days after my abduction. During this time, my p*ssy was unbearably slippery and I had bodily fluids all over me. Even real s*x would be a lot less messy than this.

Cane, apparently satisfied with the cleaning, adjusted his trousers. Then, with a click, he released the silver handcuffs around my wrists. It didn’t take a key, just the push of a button, it seemed.

My hands fell limply to the bed. He lifted my wrist and examined it carefully. The skin throbbed and burned. Kane clicked his tongue in disapproval.

He soon shifted his attention from my wrist and grabbed the waistband of my white shorts, beginning to pull them down.

“What, what are you doing!”

I gasped and grabbed my pants.

“They’re wet, are you going to keep them on?”

“Well, not really, but…”

Cane’s grip tightened.

“I’ll, I’ll take it off, Cane, when you’re out of here.”

“Take it off now.”

Cane ordered slowly. I could see his annoyance.

The combination of irritating events in my life has caused me frustration. Honestly, it’s human nature that after going through a major problem, you become numb to the smaller ones.

“I’m going to take it off now, but please don’t look.”

At the sound of my shaky voice, Cane stared at me for a moment before lifting his hand and removing the devices. I tensed as he raised his hand, then relaxed as he took the devices and stuffed them into a black bag.

I grabbed a towel and roughly wiped myself down, taking off my shorts as I watched Cane walk toward the door with the bag. I didn’t know why he suddenly changed his mind and insisted on taking off my shorts like a maniac.

My shorts were wet between my legs. I was embarrassed, and not just embarrassed, I felt like I was dying of shame. I folded them to the side, hiding the wetness as best I could, and covered myself with the blanket. The blanket felt rough, but it was better than being completely n*ked.

“You should take off your top too.”

How could I take my shirt off with my hands tied? Instead of questioning him, I just remained silent.

Everything felt out of control, beyond anything I could handle. My life had always been structured and predictable. But now I was in uncharted territory, a place I had never been, or even imagined.

“Oh, right. The handcuffs.”
Cane muttered as if it had just occurred to him. He began to unwrap the chains he had wrapped around the headboard of the bed. Then he rummaged through the bag by the door and came back with a pair of scissors in his hand.

I no longer had the energy to be surprised. If I continued to be startled by every action Cane took, my brain would overload and shut down.

Without hesitation, he cut the sleeve of my shirt on my right arm. The cold metal of the scissors brushed against my skin, sending shivers through my body.

“Now take it off,” he said as he turned and tossed the scissors back into the bag.

I quickly pulled off my shirt and wrapped myself in the blanket in a desperate attempt to cover myself.

“I’ve seen it all, so what’s the fuss, Doctor?” Cane teased, watching me with a grin. He threw my discarded clothes into the bag and sat down next to me.

“The more you act like that, the more I want to make fun of you.”

“…….”

I didn’t say anything back. I just wanted Cane out of the room. I was so tired. I just wanted to fall asleep, to get away from all the noisy thoughts and confusion.

“Noel will bring your clothes.”

He said softly as he pushed himself up. Looking around the room, he spotted a towel on the floor. He must have dropped it after wiping himself down for the last time. Cane picked it up and sniffed it.

“Dirty smell.”

He was teasing me all the time. I glared at Cane as hard as I could, but he’d already turned away from the giggling. Throwing the towel into the bag, Cane grabbed it and left the room. I didn’t even have the strength to look over the door, just curled up on the bed with the blanket pulled up to my head.

***

I was dreaming, and I knew it from the moment his lips brushed against my ear.

“Yuel.”

His voice is calm, yet warm.

“….Theo.”

“Last night was rough, wasn’t it?”

Theo took my hand and kissed the back of it gently. His eyes, which I thought were cold, stare back at me with affection. I remember the first time I made love to him.

“Wait.”

He stomped into the bathroom, dumped a bucket of warm water on me, and lifted me lightly.

“Ouch. Hold on, Theo!”

“It’s going to hurt worse if I don’t stretch those muscles.”

As we sat facing each other in the spacious bathroom, Theo gently rubbed my legs. The feel of his big hands on my skin brought back memories of our first night of ecstasy. There was an affectionate warmth beneath the bluntness of his words. The same was true of his cold eyes.

I let out a moan as he rubbed my inner thighs. Theo is too big for my small body and I’m forced to feel both pain and pleasure throughout our relationship. Our bodies pressed tightly together.

“If I knew it was going to hurt this much, I should have held back.”

His eyes darkened and his expression hardened.

“…Don’t say that.”

I took Theo’s hand. It was good to be together. I liked the way the cold snow melted and burned hot when he looked at me, and I liked the way his big hands caressed every inch of my body.

The awkward way he caressed my body, the fear that I might hurt myself after making love, and the regretful look on his face… I loved everything about that man, Theo Blaine.

“I love you, Yuel.”