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wash day
It's so easy to rent a house outside of Seoul. At first she had worried endlessly about the best place to keep Taeseong where nobody could interrupt them, but it turns out that so many of the cities outside of the capital are still so eager to have new blood move in and reinvigorate the local economy that Dahye's modest amount of money left to her by her father was more than enough to buy a two storey place in the suburbs. No shared walls, no nosy neighbours, and a roomy and open basement. "Perfect for entertaining" the real estate agent had said, and Dahye couldn't agree more. She descends the stairs after a long day sweeping the floor of a local salon, tying her hair into a ponytail as she sets to completing her daily chores.
The basement is dim, but endlessly roomy, with its own storage and sink. She keeps it nice and bare, to make it easy to sanitise and keep herself safe... save and except a lone chair in the middle of the room, with which a boy is tied, blindfolded, and completely naked. He's been here for months now, his spirit fractured but not yet broken, and she sees his ears prick up when she starts to descend the stairs. He's so, so cute, little signs of him looking forward to hearing her are more frequent now, and she tilts his head back with the most gentle of hands, pressing a soft and loving kiss to his mouth.
He makes an upset little noise, trying to pull back from her, but she holds his jaw tightly with both hands, deepening their connection immediately, slurping the saliva from his mouth with an obscene sound, sucking on his tongue. As always, the taste of him makes her shiver, and she looks at his blindfold with nothing but total, undeniable adoration.
"Its bath day, darling." she says to him as she pulls back, still mouthed against his lips as she sucks up what's left of his spittle.
"Please." He says back, but there's not much strength or determination in his house anymore. Hes starting to become accepting of his fate, and it does make her tingle.
She strokes his hair as she crosses the rest of the room, to where she keeps various glass bottles with faded labels on a steel shelf- below which is various amounts of cleaning supplies, of which she takes a steel bowl, a clean towel, and transports them to the sink.
"You'll feel better once you're clean." she says with full confidence, filling the bowl with warm water and nothing else.
The bowl full and steaming, she places it onto a large tray of which already holds various other items, tosses the towel over her shoulder, and makes her way over to her beloved. During the colder months she throws a heated blanket over him, but it's still warm now, and he sits with nothing but a thin sheet over his crotch, bare as the day he was born. Anything more than that would get in the way.
She kneels down on the floor beside him, kissing his knee, and carefully places each item from the tray in a line beside her. the first thing she picks up is a small bullet vibrator- called the "small but deadly", and raved about online for its power. She turns it on, a buzz familiar to the both of them filling the room, and she sees his skin break out in goosebumps. Clearly he's excited, she thinks.
"Dahye- come on, please-"
She hums like she's listening, but reaches underneath the chair- which has no real bottom by design, giving her free access to every inch of Taeseong's body as she needs it, and presses the vibrator against his waiting hole. His body tenses and she feels overwhelming love for him, kissing his thigh, his hip, his side, licking the characters of her name onto his skin.
"Dahye,"
Bargaining? No, it's clearly begging, and she loves him enough to gently but firmly push the vibrator inside of him, her index finger entering his body, and a practiced hand knowing exactly which angle to push it to get it to really hammer against his prostate. Sometimes she'll use her tongue to open him up first, but it's not sanitary to when he's about to bathe, so her finger will have to do.
She leans back as his body tenses up even more, various swears and curses raining down on her from his mouth, and she presses the remote of the vibrator into his own hand. The switches on it control the rate and intensity of vibration... but it can only be turned off by twisting the base; nothing a boy with bound hands can do for himself.
She smiles as she can see him struggle to compose himself, and reaches to the floor for a clear bottle, and a needle so thin it's almost transparent. The label is faded and worn, but the warning on the back still clearly reads "if erection persists for more than 4 hours seek medical attention". She had showed him the bottle once before and it had made him cry, so it's best that he wears the blindfold all the time now. That, and it lets him concentrate more on the feeling of touch, rather than the fear of sight.
Again, she kisses his thigh, lovingly, tenderly, and pokes the needle full of clear serum into his skin, squeezing it all directly into Taeseong's body. The change is almost immediate, and he groans in- pain? pleasure? dread? His body breaks out in sweat almost immediately, and the sheet over his crotch starts to lift...
Next, Dahye dips the towel into the warm water, and uses it to gently wet his body. She doesn't use it to rub him down though; leaving little droplets on his skin, she dips down, lapping at him like an animal. Like it's routine, she washes every inch of his body with her tongue- working her way up his legs, over his thighs, across his waist, up his neck. She licks over his eyelids, up his nose, tongues each of his ears. She spends a good amount of time sucking each nipple, prodding them with her tongue, flattening out the skin, ensuring that no miniscule micrometre of his flesh is missed- while he squirms uncomfortably, huffing hot breaths of air into the room, pressing his lips tightly together.
She knows why, of course, and once she pops off of his reddened and rock hard nipple, she smiles as she looks down to his lap to the last place she has yet to clean.
The thin sheet over his crotch is now covered in wet stains, lifted well away from his waist and pitched like a tent. Dahye closes a hand around it, squeezing tightly and forcing a groan from Taeseong, lovingly thumbing around the wet patches on the sheet.
Without much ceremony she pulls the sheet away, revealing his dripping, throbbing boner- a thanks to her favorite form of liquid sexual performance drug. He makes a whimper from above her; some other form of begging for her to leave him be, but unable to form the words in case she does, and he's left with a dick so hard it aches.
Of course Dahye is more than happy to oblige him, and starts from the base, working her way up his shaft with tiny, firm licks. Obsessively cleaning every inch of him. She flattens out his skin, laps at him with her tongue, digs under his foreskin for sweet droplets of his sweat and dried cum from only this morning. Often it tastes like her, and that only makes her want to push him down and ride him- but this is bath time, and that would be rude.
Once she gets to his tip, she can feel him straining in his restraints, and helplessly cycling through the settings of the vibrator to get himself off before she can, but his sexual tolerance is too high, and as soulmates, his body longs for her.
"You are so handsome, darling." she says, smoothing her hair from her face, and he opens his mouth to respond, but she sticks out her tongue and swallows the head of his cock instead, sucking it so hard her cheeks hollow, and his knees try to draw up into his chest. The first wave of cum that floods her mouth is so sweet, she hums in blissful happiness as she makes a point of swallowing every drop, making as much noise as she can to ensure that Taeseong is aware of just how far she is always, always willing to go for him.
But of course it's not over. The drug makes sure of that, and Dahye eagerly starts to bob her head, intent on milking Taeseong for every drop of cum he has. His teeth are grit tight, and she can see how badly he strains his whole body to try not to come for her- but his cock is so honest, and it wants her so badly.
She hums as she slides up and down Taeseong's cock in earnest, the room filling with the sounds of her pleased little moans. He strains, tries to shake her off, tries to break away from the torture of her mouth in any way he can, but ultimately can do nothing more than grimace and ride through a second orgasm that rocks his body, blowing thick ropes of cum across Dahye's tongue a second time.
As she guzzles down his cum with the eagerness of a starving animal, she reaches her fingers between his, blindly feeling the buttons of the vibrator remote, and selfishly turning it up another notch.
Taeseong's body bucks wildly, but Dahye is steady, a smile pulling at her lips as she leans down, letting Taeseong force his way into her throat.
"Fuck, fuck- No- Shit-" He tilts his head back, trying to bear it, but it seems almost like his hips move on their own, and Dahye sure doesn't help him, bobbing her head and forcing him forward further each time, the crushing feeling of her throat tightening around him making her eyes water, but there's nothing she won't endure for Taeseong.
It takes no time at all for her punishing deep-throat to get him off, and the way he cries out as she further milks him of his cum is so sexy, she gives his cock an extra squeeze with her tongue as he empties straight down her throat.
She can tell that he knows it isn't over though, and he bites his lip as she slowly starts to rock in place, massaging his cock with her mouth. The kind of girlfriend who would leave her boyfriend withany cum isn't the kind of girlfriend she ever wants to be, and she gives him a comforting squeeze of his thigh, just so he knows that she would never do something so cruel to him.
"Dahye, please,"
She answers him with a wet suck, and he helplessly pumps his dick into her throat.
"I've gotta piss-"
It's sweet he still lets her know every time, like she's the kind of girl who would ever be disgusted by anything that comes from his body. She only rubs his thigh sweetly, glancing up to his blindfolded face. She can tell by the damp spots that he's already started to tear up, and is overcome by how lovely and sweet he is towards her.
As a reward, she darts a hand over to flick the remote of the vibrator up to full, and Taeseong's long, drawn out, helpless moan is such music to her ears. Her mouth floods with a hot, thin liquid, and she's eager to shove his cock down her throat again, guzzling everything his body has to give to her. By the time he's empty, his head is tilted back, mouth open and drooling, and she feels sticky ropes of cum hit the back of her throat. Not much, though, and Dahye is so please to have confirmation that he's starting to run on empty.
She pulls off of his cock with reluctance, giving it a few cursory kisses, and hears the sound of Taeseong helplessly trying to turn the vibrator inside him down. He's just so cute, and even as he tries, his mouth remains open, his body pliant, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth.
He makes her heart ache with love, adoration, obsession, and her body ache with need. She climbs into his lap, hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse, and takes Taeseong by the chin. He's pliant to her now, he defiance spent, and she guides his mouth to her chest. He latches onto her like a child, suckling at her body like she's the only nourishment in the world.
Everything he does is just so fucking sexy, all Dahye can do is push her panties to the side, no time to strip bare, taking his raw, wet cock inside of her. He fits so perfectly, their heartbeats in sync; she bounces wildly on him, moaning at each stroke, dripping wet with the feeling of having her soulmate inside of her.
He's begged her before that the drug feels like agony after only a short time, and that fucking is the only relief he can get. It's why she always rides him mercilessly right at the end, when his body is in so much pain, and theres nothing else he can do to relieve himself.
He shakes underneath her, covered in sweat, clearly in a lot of pain, but with no more energy to try and reason with her. She puts her hands on the back of his head, steadying him so he can continue to lap at her breast even as she rides him.
The only signs that he comes now are the occasional quiver of his body and the restless bucking of his hips as he reluctantly releases what little cum he has left into her waiting womb. She knows that she'll need much more than this in order to become pregnant, but he's so so cute when she breaks him that she can't help herself.
She fingers her clit as she continues to ride him, driving him into her deeply, the head of his cock rudely knocking on her womb even when it has no sweet cum to offer.
By the time his boner finally subsides, she thinks he's long passed out, and her muscles ache from fucking him. She can tell from looking that the sky is dark now, and she had better start to cook Taeseong a hearty evening meal before their evening slow fuck session.
she hops off his dick with wobbly legs, leaning over to kiss his open mouth sweetly, and withdraws the vibrator from inside of him, still humming pleasantly. She twists it to the 'off' position, and sinks back to her knees, returning to her job of tonguing every inch of Taeseong's body earnestly, doing her best to lap up all his sweat. She makes only a cursory pass of his sensitive parts, mindful to let him have his cute nap, and quietly cleans up the rest of the basement.
Before she leaves, she replaces the sheet over his waist, and strokes a hand through his hair as she passes. She ascends the stairs, doing up the buttons of her blouse and smoothing her skirt.
The basement is dim, but endlessly roomy, with its own storage and sink. She keeps it nice and bare, to make it easy to sanitise and keep herself safe... save and except a lone chair in the middle of the room, with which a boy is tied, blindfolded, and completely naked. He's been here for months now, his spirit fractured but not yet broken, and she sees his ears prick up when she starts to descend the stairs. He's so, so cute, little signs of him looking forward to hearing her are more frequent now, and she tilts his head back with the most gentle of hands, pressing a soft and loving kiss to his mouth.
He makes an upset little noise, trying to pull back from her, but she holds his jaw tightly with both hands, deepening their connection immediately, slurping the saliva from his mouth with an obscene sound, sucking on his tongue. As always, the taste of him makes her shiver, and she looks at his blindfold with nothing but total, undeniable adoration.
"Its bath day, darling." she says to him as she pulls back, still mouthed against his lips as she sucks up what's left of his spittle.
"Please." He says back, but there's not much strength or determination in his house anymore. Hes starting to become accepting of his fate, and it does make her tingle.
She strokes his hair as she crosses the rest of the room, to where she keeps various glass bottles with faded labels on a steel shelf- below which is various amounts of cleaning supplies, of which she takes a steel bowl, a clean towel, and transports them to the sink.
"You'll feel better once you're clean." she says with full confidence, filling the bowl with warm water and nothing else.
The bowl full and steaming, she places it onto a large tray of which already holds various other items, tosses the towel over her shoulder, and makes her way over to her beloved. During the colder months she throws a heated blanket over him, but it's still warm now, and he sits with nothing but a thin sheet over his crotch, bare as the day he was born. Anything more than that would get in the way.
She kneels down on the floor beside him, kissing his knee, and carefully places each item from the tray in a line beside her. the first thing she picks up is a small bullet vibrator- called the "small but deadly", and raved about online for its power. She turns it on, a buzz familiar to the both of them filling the room, and she sees his skin break out in goosebumps. Clearly he's excited, she thinks.
"Dahye- come on, please-"
She hums like she's listening, but reaches underneath the chair- which has no real bottom by design, giving her free access to every inch of Taeseong's body as she needs it, and presses the vibrator against his waiting hole. His body tenses and she feels overwhelming love for him, kissing his thigh, his hip, his side, licking the characters of her name onto his skin.
"Dahye,"
Bargaining? No, it's clearly begging, and she loves him enough to gently but firmly push the vibrator inside of him, her index finger entering his body, and a practiced hand knowing exactly which angle to push it to get it to really hammer against his prostate. Sometimes she'll use her tongue to open him up first, but it's not sanitary to when he's about to bathe, so her finger will have to do.
She leans back as his body tenses up even more, various swears and curses raining down on her from his mouth, and she presses the remote of the vibrator into his own hand. The switches on it control the rate and intensity of vibration... but it can only be turned off by twisting the base; nothing a boy with bound hands can do for himself.
She smiles as she can see him struggle to compose himself, and reaches to the floor for a clear bottle, and a needle so thin it's almost transparent. The label is faded and worn, but the warning on the back still clearly reads "if erection persists for more than 4 hours seek medical attention". She had showed him the bottle once before and it had made him cry, so it's best that he wears the blindfold all the time now. That, and it lets him concentrate more on the feeling of touch, rather than the fear of sight.
Again, she kisses his thigh, lovingly, tenderly, and pokes the needle full of clear serum into his skin, squeezing it all directly into Taeseong's body. The change is almost immediate, and he groans in- pain? pleasure? dread? His body breaks out in sweat almost immediately, and the sheet over his crotch starts to lift...
Next, Dahye dips the towel into the warm water, and uses it to gently wet his body. She doesn't use it to rub him down though; leaving little droplets on his skin, she dips down, lapping at him like an animal. Like it's routine, she washes every inch of his body with her tongue- working her way up his legs, over his thighs, across his waist, up his neck. She licks over his eyelids, up his nose, tongues each of his ears. She spends a good amount of time sucking each nipple, prodding them with her tongue, flattening out the skin, ensuring that no miniscule micrometre of his flesh is missed- while he squirms uncomfortably, huffing hot breaths of air into the room, pressing his lips tightly together.
She knows why, of course, and once she pops off of his reddened and rock hard nipple, she smiles as she looks down to his lap to the last place she has yet to clean.
The thin sheet over his crotch is now covered in wet stains, lifted well away from his waist and pitched like a tent. Dahye closes a hand around it, squeezing tightly and forcing a groan from Taeseong, lovingly thumbing around the wet patches on the sheet.
Without much ceremony she pulls the sheet away, revealing his dripping, throbbing boner- a thanks to her favorite form of liquid sexual performance drug. He makes a whimper from above her; some other form of begging for her to leave him be, but unable to form the words in case she does, and he's left with a dick so hard it aches.
Of course Dahye is more than happy to oblige him, and starts from the base, working her way up his shaft with tiny, firm licks. Obsessively cleaning every inch of him. She flattens out his skin, laps at him with her tongue, digs under his foreskin for sweet droplets of his sweat and dried cum from only this morning. Often it tastes like her, and that only makes her want to push him down and ride him- but this is bath time, and that would be rude.
Once she gets to his tip, she can feel him straining in his restraints, and helplessly cycling through the settings of the vibrator to get himself off before she can, but his sexual tolerance is too high, and as soulmates, his body longs for her.
"You are so handsome, darling." she says, smoothing her hair from her face, and he opens his mouth to respond, but she sticks out her tongue and swallows the head of his cock instead, sucking it so hard her cheeks hollow, and his knees try to draw up into his chest. The first wave of cum that floods her mouth is so sweet, she hums in blissful happiness as she makes a point of swallowing every drop, making as much noise as she can to ensure that Taeseong is aware of just how far she is always, always willing to go for him.
But of course it's not over. The drug makes sure of that, and Dahye eagerly starts to bob her head, intent on milking Taeseong for every drop of cum he has. His teeth are grit tight, and she can see how badly he strains his whole body to try not to come for her- but his cock is so honest, and it wants her so badly.
She hums as she slides up and down Taeseong's cock in earnest, the room filling with the sounds of her pleased little moans. He strains, tries to shake her off, tries to break away from the torture of her mouth in any way he can, but ultimately can do nothing more than grimace and ride through a second orgasm that rocks his body, blowing thick ropes of cum across Dahye's tongue a second time.
As she guzzles down his cum with the eagerness of a starving animal, she reaches her fingers between his, blindly feeling the buttons of the vibrator remote, and selfishly turning it up another notch.
Taeseong's body bucks wildly, but Dahye is steady, a smile pulling at her lips as she leans down, letting Taeseong force his way into her throat.
"Fuck, fuck- No- Shit-" He tilts his head back, trying to bear it, but it seems almost like his hips move on their own, and Dahye sure doesn't help him, bobbing her head and forcing him forward further each time, the crushing feeling of her throat tightening around him making her eyes water, but there's nothing she won't endure for Taeseong.
It takes no time at all for her punishing deep-throat to get him off, and the way he cries out as she further milks him of his cum is so sexy, she gives his cock an extra squeeze with her tongue as he empties straight down her throat.
She can tell that he knows it isn't over though, and he bites his lip as she slowly starts to rock in place, massaging his cock with her mouth. The kind of girlfriend who would leave her boyfriend withany cum isn't the kind of girlfriend she ever wants to be, and she gives him a comforting squeeze of his thigh, just so he knows that she would never do something so cruel to him.
"Dahye, please,"
She answers him with a wet suck, and he helplessly pumps his dick into her throat.
"I've gotta piss-"
It's sweet he still lets her know every time, like she's the kind of girl who would ever be disgusted by anything that comes from his body. She only rubs his thigh sweetly, glancing up to his blindfolded face. She can tell by the damp spots that he's already started to tear up, and is overcome by how lovely and sweet he is towards her.
As a reward, she darts a hand over to flick the remote of the vibrator up to full, and Taeseong's long, drawn out, helpless moan is such music to her ears. Her mouth floods with a hot, thin liquid, and she's eager to shove his cock down her throat again, guzzling everything his body has to give to her. By the time he's empty, his head is tilted back, mouth open and drooling, and she feels sticky ropes of cum hit the back of her throat. Not much, though, and Dahye is so please to have confirmation that he's starting to run on empty.
She pulls off of his cock with reluctance, giving it a few cursory kisses, and hears the sound of Taeseong helplessly trying to turn the vibrator inside him down. He's just so cute, and even as he tries, his mouth remains open, his body pliant, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth.
He makes her heart ache with love, adoration, obsession, and her body ache with need. She climbs into his lap, hurriedly unbuttoning her blouse, and takes Taeseong by the chin. He's pliant to her now, he defiance spent, and she guides his mouth to her chest. He latches onto her like a child, suckling at her body like she's the only nourishment in the world.
Everything he does is just so fucking sexy, all Dahye can do is push her panties to the side, no time to strip bare, taking his raw, wet cock inside of her. He fits so perfectly, their heartbeats in sync; she bounces wildly on him, moaning at each stroke, dripping wet with the feeling of having her soulmate inside of her.
He's begged her before that the drug feels like agony after only a short time, and that fucking is the only relief he can get. It's why she always rides him mercilessly right at the end, when his body is in so much pain, and theres nothing else he can do to relieve himself.
He shakes underneath her, covered in sweat, clearly in a lot of pain, but with no more energy to try and reason with her. She puts her hands on the back of his head, steadying him so he can continue to lap at her breast even as she rides him.
The only signs that he comes now are the occasional quiver of his body and the restless bucking of his hips as he reluctantly releases what little cum he has left into her waiting womb. She knows that she'll need much more than this in order to become pregnant, but he's so so cute when she breaks him that she can't help herself.
She fingers her clit as she continues to ride him, driving him into her deeply, the head of his cock rudely knocking on her womb even when it has no sweet cum to offer.
By the time his boner finally subsides, she thinks he's long passed out, and her muscles ache from fucking him. She can tell from looking that the sky is dark now, and she had better start to cook Taeseong a hearty evening meal before their evening slow fuck session.
she hops off his dick with wobbly legs, leaning over to kiss his open mouth sweetly, and withdraws the vibrator from inside of him, still humming pleasantly. She twists it to the 'off' position, and sinks back to her knees, returning to her job of tonguing every inch of Taeseong's body earnestly, doing her best to lap up all his sweat. She makes only a cursory pass of his sensitive parts, mindful to let him have his cute nap, and quietly cleans up the rest of the basement.
Before she leaves, she replaces the sheet over his waist, and strokes a hand through his hair as she passes. She ascends the stairs, doing up the buttons of her blouse and smoothing her skirt.