SMS | Extra 1.1

The dark underground was lit by halogen lamps, casting a gentle glow that spread beautifully around the room. This was the space Mino had long dreamt of, and now, with a breath caught in tension, he took in all the details he’d missed in his previous haze.

Dohoon silently observed Mino’s bare white back. Down here, even the faintest bruises that had lingered were barely visible. Soon, that white flesh would be stained red, by no one’s hand but his. Dohoon clenched his fist, feeling a surge of exhilarating pleasure.

“…Sunbae.”

Mino turned around with heated eyes and flicked his lips—a signal that the play was about to begin. Dohoon’s white shirt strained against his chest, puffed out by a deep inhale.

Veins bulged on his muscular forearms as tension filled his body. The moment Mino’s gaze landed on those strong arms, Dohoon swung his hand.

“Huk…”

With a sharp smack, Mino’s head turned to the side. The pain was more numbing than stinging. Dohoon had just slapped Mino’s cheek.

“How dare you look me in the eye…”

This was not how lovers usually treated each other. Mino hurriedly knelt down on the cold, white marble floor, more aroused than ever. The scabs on his cheek, from when Junhyuk had pinned him down on the rooftop’s concrete, were long gone, but the impact had to be on the very same spot.

“I’m sorry… Uh!”

“It seems we need to start with some basic training.”

Only then did Mino notice. Dohoon had put on shoes as soon as they entered the underground. Unlike Mino, who was barefoot and naked, Dohoon was fully dressed in a buttoned-up shirt and dress pants. The difference between them seemed to underline their roles, sending a thrill through Mino’s heart.

Dohoon stepped firmly on Mino’s thigh. The hard sole of his sleek, black leather shoes pressed against the tender flesh, an embarrassingly stimulating feeling. At Dohoon’s gesture, Mino spread his thighs.

“Sit so I can see everything.”

A cold command dropped. Trembling, Mino spread his legs wide and sat down on the floor, backside touching the ground in a ridiculous yet provocative pose. Before entering the underground, his arousal had already been painfully obvious, and now it dripped steadily.

“Ah!”

The exposed penis, testicles, and perineum felt no mercy under Dohoon’s shoe. Dohoon stepped on Mino’s groin, grinding it underfoot while smiling with pleasure.

“So lewd.”

“Hu, uh, ah, eugh…!”

A twitch ran through Mino’s lower abdomen, his penis trembling violently. Mino came shamefully from the pressure alone. It had been too long.

“Haah, ah, ah…”

“Oh dear.”

A frightened gasp escaped Mino. Although Dohoon was usually comforting when it came to sex, reminding Mino it was okay to climax first, this was playtime. For a sub to climax before his dom was an unforgivable sin.

“Ugh!”

“Perhaps it would be better to burst such a useless sack.”

“Haa, ah, ack!”

“Right? Huh?”

The intensity of Dohoon’s step on his testicles increased significantly, making Mino scream out.

“Testicles or not, you can still get an erection.”

“Black, uh, sorry…”

“You’ve dirtied my shoe with your semen. You should clean up your own mess.”

After a chilling statement, Mino nodded frantically, trembling as the solution was presented. Soon, the foot that had been crushing him moved away. While Mino caught his breath, Dohoon sat on the sofa, crossing his legs and pouring himself a drink, enjoying the view of Mino panting in pain. Sticky semen was spread over his shoe.

“Lick it clean. If you leave even a single drop, I’ll lock you in the machine all night and not take you out.”

His gaze shifted towards a machine in the corner. Mino saw the actual fucking machine for the first time. It was a far superior model than the one he had once vowed to save up for and buy. The machine looked like a chair but with a large hole in the seat, and a piston device was fitted with a grotesque artificial penis.

“The dildo is detachable, so I’ve prepared bigger and more disgusting ones.”

Dohoon explained kindly. His tone was as gentle as always, but his eyes made it clear that it was not merely a threat. A chill ran down Mino’s spine. He realized he had made eye contact with Dohoon and hurriedly looked down, then crawled on his knees to reach him.

“Lucky you’re quick-witted.”

A glass filled with some nameless black liquor swayed. As Dohoon wet his throat with the drink, Mino extended his tongue towards the shoe in front of him. The taste of bitter semen was familiar—it was his own, which he had tasted countless times while fantasizing about Dohoon.

Thoroughly licking the semen, Mino felt the taste and texture of the leather. Having only ever licked his own hands or the floor, the act of licking Dohoon’s shoe caused his recently satisfied penis to swell again.

“Haah, um…”

“You seem to like my shoe. Should I poke your hole with it too?”

“Ugh, yes, black, like it…”

“It hardly seems like a punishment.”

Dohoon observed Mino, who was kneeling below him, savoring the shoe. Everything seemed to have fallen into place. It had to be Mino who licked his shoes. The day had come when he finally owned this precious thing.

“It’s dirty here too.”

He kindly bent his foot to show the sole, and Mino licked it eagerly without hesitation. Despite being the part that touched the floor, there was no hesitation. After all, the new shoes were bought just to step on Mino, though they weren’t dirty, but humans are stupid animals prone to degrading assumptions.

“Looks like you’re thirsty.”

Dohoon spoke quietly as the well-behaved Mino licked the shoe. Mino’s eyes sparkled, having caught on. His gaze reached Dohoon’s lower half. The right thigh wrapped in black dress pants was noticeably bulging.

“Uh, sunbae, I’m thirsty…”

Mino begged desperately, and Dohoon shifted his leg to allow Mino to come closer. Mino diligently crawled on his knees and swallowed as he reached between Dohoon’s legs.

“Take it out with your mouth. Don’t use your hands.”

“Huu, yes…”

Mad with desire, Mino fumbled with the buckle using his teeth, then unbuttoned the pants. He pulled down the cold zipper with his tongue, but the exposure was not enough to release the penis. Realizing he couldn’t do it with his mouth, Mino pressed his swollen cheek against the root of Dohoon’s penis.

“Please take it out, black…”

“If you can’t even do this much and you’re thirsty.”

“Please let me suck it. I want to…”

After his desperate plea, Dohoon set down his glass and grabbed Mino’s chin. His grip was so strong it felt like he could choke on it. Ah, that would be nice too. Mino blankly fluttered his eyelids and opened his mouth wide. He wanted to quickly lick Dohoon’s thing, take it in his throat, and then swallow it with his bottom hole. That was a pleasure he already knew.

“Such a handful.”

“Huu, sorry.”

“Well, a self-moving toilet doesn’t exist.”

I’m a toilet. Mino pressed his tongue out in response to the blatant and degrading remark. Even if it was urine he spat, it seemed fine. He was ready to receive anything.

“Your nipples look bored.”

The drawer of the table clicked open. Dohoon rummaged through it and then pulled out a few clips in the shape of clamps, which he began to attach to Mino’s pale nipples one by one. Though Mino’s heart was bursting with

the desire to suck his dick immediately, the cool metal touch on his tender skin felt so good he quietly enjoyed that filthiness.

“Mino looks really good in pink.”

He was with the one who matched him at twenty-nine. Pink on a man nearing thirty? Mino had never had particular preferences for colors, but Dohoon’s comment made him feel embarrassed.

“Ah!”

And the clamp bit into his nipple. The stinging pain made Mino flinch, but Dohoon mercilessly hung another clamp on the opposite nipple. Both ends of his chest burned. The clamps were connected by a chain, which also dropped a long chain downwards.

“I think I’ll have to attach it to every boring spot.”

“Huu, ah…?”

“Change your posture. Show your buttocks.”

Dohoon casually ordered Mino to show his back while he was parched. What could he do if the master wanted it? Mino moistened his dry lips with his tongue and turned around, raising his buttocks high.

“It’s daytime. Don’t bend your knees, stand your legs.”

As he stood on his feet and placed his hands on the floor, raising his buttocks higher, a sharp spank landed on his cheeks. Startled, Mino’s buttocks tightened. His cheeks burned, and a shiver ran down his spine. Mino raised his heels as Dohoon intended, and the weight was transferred to his palms. The posture was difficult, but he had to perform it because Dohoon had ordered it.

Then Dohoon pulled out a white, round, furry mass from the drawer. It was an anal plug that looked like a rabbit’s tail, perfect to be stuck in Mino’s buttocks. He moistened the plug with the flowing semen and the damp perineum and firmly thrust it into the tightly closed hole.

“Huck…!”

The plug, short in length but quite bulky, penetrated the narrow hole and made its presence known inside. Regardless of whether Mino trembled, Dohoon pushed the plug in enough to make the tail look pretty and even tidied up the tail hair. Then he lowered his hand and clicked the end of the dangling chain to the plug. The length of the chain was tight, so the clip connected to the nipples was pulled down.

“Ah, eugh!”

The stinging pain and the pressure of the plug opening the hole were a perfect device. Mino belatedly realized the purpose of the chain and shivered.

“Whether it’s nipples or a hole, it’s no fun if something falls out.”

“Hu, eugh, eung, uh, ah, it hurts…”

“Now, let’s finish what we started.”

Dohoon pulled his penis from his pants and leaned back on the sofa. Mino knelt down slowly. The chain was short, so if he straightened his upper body, the nipple clips would be in jeopardy, and if he held his chest, the plug seemed like it would fall out. Since Dohoon had warned that neither could fall out, he had to observe it. Mino, fearing that something might fall out, covered his chest with his left hand and pushed the plug in with his right hand, panting.

Should I point out not to use hands? Dohoon briefly pondered but decided to be generous and watch him go about it, tilting his glass.

Mino looked at Dohoon’s lower body as if enchanted while tightening his buttocks. Dohoon, who had always seemed relaxed, was obviously very excited when he saw his erect dick. As Dohoon tormented him and got excited, Mino opened his mouth wide. The saliva pooled, ready to flow inside his lips.

“Haah, uh…”

Dohoon watched with satisfaction as Mino’s wet tongue touched his dick. There was no better side dish than this. Mino’s small mouth struggled to swallow the dick from the end, and the round head slowly approached.

“Open your throat.”

“Uk, uh…”

“Right.”