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Writhing. Broken. Wrecked.
All words to describe Yoongi as he tugged against the restraints hoping to grab his nether regions, to feel something on his burning, aching cock. He was desperate, mewling at the air blowing onto his stiff member, leaking precum by the cup. He’s been on edge for three hours and he’s past the limit. He wanted to come. He wanted it so bad.
He looked up at the man over him, smiling lovingly down at Yoongi.
“Please, Hobi, please. Let me come!” He exclaimed as Hoseok traced a finger along the vein of the hot member. Yoongi’s legs were bent at the knees and tightly secured thigh and calf in ropes. His arms faring the same treatment, forearms meeting biceps, unable to move his hands lower from his neck. He really wanted to reach lower.
“No.”
The word sent a jolt to his dick, it leaking more knowing there was no release coming to him. Hoseok has kept him on edge of an orgasm for three hours, but he’s kept him from any orgasm for a week. Each day, before releasing him, he would put a nice chastity belt on. Hoseok didn’t want Yoongi touching himself.
“Hobi. Hobi. Hobi,” Yoongi chanted, his voice breaking, but he couldn’t hold on anymore. Arching his lower regions to touch the fingers just out of reach. Hoseok smiled sweetly down at the writhing man.
“Yoongi,” he whispered in the man’s ear, blowing hot air and sending a shiver through the smaller one. “I don’t want you to come tonight.”
Yoongi cried in frustration, tears dribbling down the sides of his face. Hoseok kissed the tears away, slowly wrapping his fingers around Yoongi’s leaking member. Yoongi’s breath stuttered and he jerked forward in the hand to get some stimulation. Hoseok held down the smallers waist as he slowly moved his hand up, slowly. Slowly. Then down. Slowly. Slowly.
Yoongi’s body shook, feeling the heat pooling in his groin, just a little more. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
Hoseok let go giving the quivering man a chaste kiss, before moving lower to nibble on the man’s collar bone, then chest, his nipple. Biting on one and fondling the other. Yoongi’s cock twitched in the air.
Hoseok wasn’t done, he moved lower until he reached Yoongi’s dick, sending kiss down the shaft, before running his tongue along it.
“How about this, Kitten. I’ll keep my mouth open, right above your dick, and you can make yourself come if you can get it into my mouth,” Hoseok offered. Yoongi, desperate for anything, nodded frantically. His mind was foggy, but he tried his best to focus his gaze on where Hoseok was leaning over and how far he had to thrust up.
He bucked his hips forward, pushing his dick up as far as he could go, only for the tip to make it into Hoseok’s awaiting mouth. With a cry of frustration he tried again, and again. Over and over he thrusted as far he could go, only the tip ever reach anywhere, Hoseok never allowing his lips or tongue to come near it. Each time he thrust up though, Hoseok would blow hot air onto the already hot member. After a few minutes Hoseok moved back.
“Oh, Kitten, you can’t reach.”
“No, Hoseok,” Yoongi shuddered, feeling Hoseok’s fingers trailing down his shaft once again, moving down his balls, gently stroking the taint once, sending a shock through Yoongi, ripping a moan out of him. Hoseok then reached Yoongi’s ass and massaged the hole. He reached over to grab the lube he tossed on the bed earlier that night and put a decent amount directly on Yoongi’s hole as well as some on his dick, the coolness sending the member twitching once again.
“Hobi – mmm – please – ah – I can’t anymore,” Yoongi begged, it hurt. Everything was too pent up. He couldn’t think anymore. He wanted to come. And Hoseok was going to go further. He was going to tease him more.
He groaned when the finger entered, he moaned when it was moving inside of him. He sputtered when the second finger entered, and he all but screamed when Hoseok rubbed his prostate.
“Hoseok!” Yoongi cried as said man continued his ministrations on the sweet spot.
Hoseok leaned forward, sending kisses down Yoongi’s dick, “Don’t worry, Kitten,” he said, gently, his breath on the sensitive groin along with the massage sending Yoongi’s mind into a frenzy. “I won’t let you come. No matter what.”
Yoongi shook his head, “No. No. No. No. Hobi, please, I can’t!”
“It’s ok, Kitten, it’s ok.” He was so gentle, it was hard to believe he was the cause of all of Yoongi’s suffering the last week. He’s so pent up, the moment Hoseok swallowed the weeping dick, it sent Yoongi over the edge. The heat was back in his stomach, he felt it moving. He was coming.
“I’m – AH! – I’m com –”
Hoseok removed his mouth and fingers immediately, watching Yoongi scream in frustration, thrusting once again into the air for any friction. Just a little more.
Hoseok smiled down and his crying kitten, tears, saliva, snot and sweat mixing, and to Hoseok, he never looked more beautiful.
“Such a beautiful Kitten and all mine.” He kissed Yoongi, sending his tongue into the shorter man’s mouth, swirling their tongues and sucking on his lips. Yoongi’s breath was coming out ragged and broken, still coming down from the high of an almost orgasm.
When Hoseok broke the kiss he left the room for a few minutes before coming back with a towel. It was ice cold as he cleaned Yoongi and placed it over the still hot member, cooling it to soften. The tears were still coming out of Yoongi, fresh ones mixing with old at the realization he would not be having an orgasm today as well.
When Hoseok took the towel off, he deemed the member sufficiently soft to put back into the chastity belt.
“I think you’ll love the new toy I got, Kitten,” Hoseok smiled and peppered kisses down Yoongi’s nose and eyes. The man under him just sent him a confused look through the haze of tears.
Hoseok pulled out a new chastity belt along with a long rod looking thing. Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the new chastity didn’t have a hole for him to use the bathroom.
Hoseok noticed the smaller man’s confusion and motioned the stick.
“This,” he said, “is going into your urethra, and plugging any type of fluid exiting your dick.”
Yoongi’s blood ran cold as Hoseok reach for his softened member lining it up with the rod. It was ridged, so there would be stimulation as it was inserted.
“Why?” Yoongi managed to choke out just as Hoseok lined the plug with the slit.
“I just love seeing you beg for an orgasm, I wanted to see you beg for other things, too. You’re going to be so beautiful Yoongi.”
Hoseok was giddy, he couldn’t wait to see how much more broken Yoongi can get. Plugging him completely added such an excitement, Hoseok felt his own dick twitch in his pants. He ignored it, this wasn’t about him, it was the absolute ecstasy he could put Yoongi through. It was all him. He controlled everything Yoongi would feel.
With that though he slowly inserted the rod, letting every ridged edge make itself known as it entered and moved towards Yoongi’s bladder. Yoongi, on the other hand, was twisting under Hoseok’s hold.
“Wait! Hobi, wait – ow! Please – AH! Stop, it’s weird!”
Soon Hoseok had the whole rod inserted, Yoongi’s dick a little harder than before, which is normal considering the stimulation. Yoongi was shaking at the feeling. The end of the rod was pushed into his bladder, he felt it, as well another stimulation.
“This will also rub against your prostate from inside your penis Yoongi. Isn’t that amazing? You’ll feel pleasure all the time.”
Yoongi choked a sob as Hoseok brought up the chastity belt just as he uttered those words. He would feel pleasure all the time, but there would be no release.
Hoseok placed the chastity belt on Yoongi and clicked the lock into place. He then moved over Yoongi, his voice gentle when he said, “You’ll be a good boy for me, right Kitten?”
Yoongi shuddered, but nodded. He had to be. That was the only way Hoseok would reward him. He would be good.
“Then take me like a good boy, ok?”
Yoongi’s eyes widened as he realized Hoseok lined his own member up to Yoongi’s hole and pressed in.
“AH!” Yoongi cried out as Hoseok moved in his already stretched and wet hole. The sound of skin slapping and voices moaning filled the room. Hoseok hit strategically on Yoongi’s prostate over and over. Yoongi was sent over the edge once again, his vision blurring and edges going white. His dick throbbed in the tight restraint of the chastity belt, the urethra plug pushing on the other side of his prostate sent a whole new level of pleasure coursing through him. His body convulsed as the orgasm came… and nothing came out. His body was hot, and oversensitive, and still full.
“Hobi! HOBI!” He choked out, and gasped for air, “I can’t!”
“You’re so beautiful, Yoongi.”
Yoongi’s inner walls clamped down on Hoseok and with that Hoseok came, filling Yoongi up more so than he already felt. It was almost unbearable.
When Hoseok caught his breath, he untied the restraint on Yoongi, who immediately curled in on himself gripping at the cage, strained cock in futility. He wanted to come.
Hoseok cleaned Yoongi once again, gentle as always.
“I love you, Yoongi,” he whispered when he snuggled up behind Yoongi, wrapping the shorter into his arms. “I love you so much. You’re all mine. You make me so happy.”
Yoongi was still shaking, palming his crotch hoping for some friction, completely wrecked; but he couldn’t deny the absolute truth that came out of his swollen lips.
“I love you too, Hobi.”