CMT Ch29

Kwon Kijung’s other hand groped over Seoyoon’s chest, searching for the small protrusions beneath the fabric of his shirt. He applied slight pressure, pinching and rubbing them, then gently flicked the tips with his fingers. His nipples hardened more than before, their presence more pronounced through the thin t-shirt.

Then, his hand slipped inside the shirt. The t-shirt, unburdened by buttons, yielded to the intrusion as easily as a thin plastic film. His hand, as if savoring the feel of warm, smooth skin, roamed wantonly over his bare flesh before finally reaching the erect nipples. He gently twisted the protrusions between his index and middle fingers. A hot breath escaped Seoyoon’s lips.

“Haa, hh, ah….”

Kwon Kijung peppered the delicate skin beneath his jaw and around his neckline with kisses. The pleasure, akin to a tickle, wasn’t intense, but it subtly took control of his body, stealing Seoyoon’s spirit. His fingers continued to caress his stiff nipples.

The sweet pleasure that erupted simultaneously from two places flowed through his entire body like a slow current. The bleak, sharp pain of being mercilessly beaten on bare skin, the agonizing, dizzying pleasure of opening his rear for the first time and receiving a man’s large cock. Seoyoon had to suppress the urge to cry at the unknown sensation, different from both.

Kijung pressed down hard on his fully prominent nipples and whispered in his ear.

“You liked it even when I only touched you for a moment in here, in the fitting room.”

“Ah, haa, ha.”

“If we had more time, I would have done this to you there. Do you understand now how much I was holding back then?”

Kijung brought back the events of that evening. The feeling of being naked, leaning against the wall, and helplessly surrendering his body to his touch was still vivid. Even the shame in his memory had become a switch to amplify his pleasure.

He couldn’t help but imagine what would have happened if things had gone as he said, a situation that hadn’t actually occurred. If Kwon Kijung had really touched him like this there. If his hand had slipped from his back to his chest and teased his nipples like this…. Ashamed of himself for shuddering as he recalled the past, Seoyoon closed his eyes as if to look away.

Meanwhile, Kijung’s touch was gradually intensifying. He pinched and pulled at his swollen nipples, twisted them hard, and rubbed them as if crushing them.

“Ngh, mm, aah!”

The sweet pleasure offered by his soft lips, the undeniable pain provided by his firm touch, took turns stimulating Seoyoon’s nerves. He groaned softly at the sensation of his lower back aching, but when his hand applied more pressure, his voice involuntarily grew louder.

“I notice it every time I come here, but this neighborhood is so quiet.”

Kijung whispered in his ear. His voice was low, but the heat it carried was intense.

“It’s gotten a little noisy now, though.”

Realizing what he was implying, Seoyoon gasped and bit his lip. If he couldn’t suppress his strange moans and ended up blurting them out in the neighborhood he had lived in since he was a child, someone might hear him…. There were hardly any pedestrians at night. He knew that the chances of being caught were extremely low unless there was a commotion, but Seoyoon desperately kept his mouth shut.

The caresses continued, slowly drawing out the heat within his body, like tempering metal. Seoyoon’s face was flushed, and his eyes grew hot. He was finding it increasingly difficult to endure Kijung’s torment of his nipples.

“Ah, it hurts, ah….”

As if his whispered complaint was a signal, Kijung removed his lips and twisted his nipples as if to tear them off. In that instant, Seoyoon arched his back and opened his mouth. A long silence, like a scream, followed.

Following his lips, Kijung’s hand also left the vicinity of his chest. Seoyoon couldn’t even think about composing himself, and he caught his breath, leaning back against the car seat.

“They’ve gotten quite swollen.”

Kijung pulled his t-shirt up to just below his neck and checked the protrusions that were red and swollen on both sides. Instead of answering, Seoyoon looked down at his chest. His nipples, pinched and twisted for so long, throbbed and burned. The reddish, swollen appearance of his nipples and areolas was discernible even in the dim light.

Kijung took something out of his jacket pocket and offered it to Seoyoon. Only then did Seoyoon straighten his clothes and look at his hand. It was a velvet box similar to the necklace case he had received at the restaurant. Kijung smiled lightly.

“It’s a gift.”

“…A gift?”

“I wanted to give it to you with the necklace, but the place wasn’t right. I was originally planning to give it to you on our next date, but since we’re meeting so suddenly, there’s no need to postpone it.”

This time, Kijung opened the lid of the case himself. Even after checking inside the box, Seoyoon couldn’t quite tell what the object inside was.

Inside were two pairs of simple, luxurious accessories made of silver metal. They were shaped like long metal bars attached vertically, with sparkling jewel decorations at the ends. They looked most like tie pins among men’s accessories. Seoyoon bowed his head, thinking that it was a gift tailored to the suit he had fitted today.

“Thank you so much. I’ll use them well.”

Kijung stared at Seoyoon for a moment, then asked.

“How do you plan to use them?”

“When the suit I fitted today is finished, I’ll pin them to my tie….”

Seoyoon glanced at him as he answered. Judging by his expression, he seemed to have misunderstood their purpose. Kijung cleared his throat softly, as if suppressing a laugh, and then took one of the pins out of the box.

“A tie… That’s not a bad way to use them either.”

“…I don’t really know what they are.”

When he finally confessed honestly, Kijung wrapped his arm around Seoyoon’s waist. He pulled the hem of his shirt, which had slipped down to his waist, back up and continued speaking in a soft voice.

“Do you perhaps remember what I said the first day we met at the hotel? I said I wanted to put a necklace around your neck.”

“I remember…”

“There was something else I said I wanted to give you besides a necklace… Do you remember that too?”

He couldn’t forget even if he wanted to. Every sensation Kijung had given him, every word he had uttered, remained in his mind as if they had been engraved there along with the hazy atmosphere of that day.

The leather dog collar was now safely around Seoyoon’s neck. And what he had said earlier.

“You said you would put pretty clips on me….”

Seoyoon’s face gradually flushed as he realized he had been completely mistaken. If it had been such an ordinary object as a tie pin, there would have been no reason why he couldn’t have given it to him along with the necklace at the restaurant.

“Where would I put the pretty clips?”

Kijung asked with a smile. Seoyoon lowered his head slightly and answered. His voice involuntarily faded with embarrassment.

“On my nipples…”

Still smiling, Kijung reached out. The clip touched his exposed chest without hesitation. The cold metal touched his still-burning nipples, and Seoyoon’s body involuntarily flinched.

As expected, although he had moaned in pain for a while as his nipples were pinched, his punishment could not end so easily. The man who had come all the way here to inflict more pain on him was only just beginning his game. The kindness that had enveloped him in soft, comfortable pleasure and made him groan like a nurtured beast was merely an efficient foreplay to make the pain that would follow more vivid. Just like his tone, which was cloaked in the guise of gentleness.

“I’m going to put one on each side.”

Kwon Kijung’s touch was skillful. He placed his nipples, which had been caressed for a long time and were now red and swollen, in the narrow gap between the metal bars and turned the small screw on the side. At first, the space between the bars seemed to tighten slightly, but as it gradually became tighter, Seoyoon frowned in pain. When Kijung’s hand released the clip, he couldn’t help but open his mouth at the feeling of the added weight due to gravity.

“Ah, aahh.”

It was a pain that couldn’t be compared to when he pinched and twisted them with his hands. As the hard bars pressed against the small protrusions from both sides and tightened, a tingling, electric-like pain continued to surge through him. Tears welled up in his eyes at the severe pain, as if his nipples were about to fall off.

“I can’t have a full-fledged play session in the car in the middle of the night, and I was wondering what would be good to inflict pain on Seoyoon in a short amount of time in a confined space, and then this came to mind. It’s also something I was going to give you as a gift anyway.”

Ignoring Seoyoon’s situation, who was out of his mind with the new pain, Kijung continued to tell his story. Even as he explained, his hands didn’t stop, and he touched his right nipple after his left. Seoyoon recoiled in horror, but even though it was a large sedan, the space inside the car was cramped, so his back soon hit the wall.

“Director, just for a moment…. Hgh, just one side.”

“No.”

The man who had flatly rejected his desperate request flicked his hand. As if calling a dog, with his palm facing up.

Faced with his leisurely expression and gesture, Seoyoon realized. From the moment he got into the car, this place had become the very ‘dungeon’ he had pointed to.

“I’ve indulged your whining once, and that’s enough. Unless you really want to stop, come over here right now.”

His white neck with the leather collar, his slightly protruding Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. His eyes, unable to fathom the magnitude of the pain that awaited him, trembled uneasily.

Nevertheless, Seoyoon placed his palms forward and slowly approached the man who had called him. Kijung pulled the corners of his mouth up on both sides.

“That’s right.”

Kijung rolled up the hem of his t-shirt and handed it to Seoyoon’s hands. The wrinkles in the t-shirt deepened as his tense hands gripped it tightly. As his chest was fully exposed, his hand soon touched his bare nipple.

“Ugh…!”

His body trembled as if jumping up. Seoyoon bit his lip and stifled a moan. As the remaining nipple was tightly pinched between the hard, cold metal clips, a dizzying pain surged through him, making it difficult to keep his body still. Both of his nipples, squeezed tightly and engorged with blood, were swollen and larger than usual.

His face flushed at the unfamiliar and bizarre sight, but Kijung instead scratched both nipples alternately with a smiling face. His nipples, which had been forcibly sensitized, were even more sensitive than before they had swollen, and the mere feeling of being lightly scratched by his fingertips caused his entire body to convulse unexpectedly.

“Ah, ahh…!”

“They’re prettier than I thought. They look good.”

Even as he spoke, Kijung didn’t stop his hands. He flicked the ends of his angry, swollen nipples with his fingers and pressed down on them with his fingernails. Unlike his playful appearance, Seoyoon, who was receiving it, writhed and stifled screams several times.

“Hgh, aah, it hurts, it hurts…!”

“Isn’t there something you should say before you start whining? You received a gift.”

Seoyoon looked alternately at his chest and Kijung, gasping for breath. This was a gift that he had foreshadowed since the day he had first spent the night with him, following the leather collar.

He knew that he would be hurt if he met Kwon Kijung, but he called him anyway. The reason he had taken time out of his busy schedule to meet him was to keep his promise. Therefore, this pain was Seoyoon’s due.

“Thank… you.”

His trembling voice crossed the quiet space between the two men. Seoyoon squeezed his eyes shut. The tears that had welled up slid down his cheeks.

“Master…”

As soon as he finished his greeting, a large hand grabbed Seoyoon’s waist and pulled him closer. Seoyoon slipped on the car seat and was almost lying down.

“Heuah!”

Forgetting to suppress his voice, Seoyoon let out a moan that was close to a scream. Wet flesh touched his red, swollen nipples, pinched between the clips. As something elastic and soft, unlike his fingers, clung to his nipples as if wrapping around them, a complex sensation of pain and thrill surged up his spine and stirred his mind.

He couldn’t complain that it hurt, and he couldn’t refuse to stop. Only meaningless sounds and tearful moans flowed out of his mouth. Like someone who had forgotten how to speak, he couldn’t think of anything. The protrusions, firmly held from the root between the metal bars, were still screaming in pain, engulfed in a burning sensation, but the sensation of a tongue licking and crushing them as if covering them had something that tangled his insides.

“Nghh, mm, ugh, haa! Ah…!”