Hoya watched from his cage as Sungjong cooked dinner in the kitchen. His cage had been moved into the corner of the room from the sitting room where it usually was, so that Sungjong could use him while he waited for the casserole to bake.
At the moment, Sungjong was chopping vegetables and humming to himself, casting occasional glances at Hoya as if to check that he hadn’t moved from his spot.
As if he could.
The cage was big enough for him to sit up in without his head hitting the top of it, but he couldn’t stretch out in it. Still, it was much bigger than the cage that was kept in the back of Sungjong’s closet, used only when Hoya had been bad or when Sungjong was in a bad mood. It had been a while since Hoya had been locked in that cage, and he wanted to keep it that way.
He was naked, as he usually was when he was in the house, and his collar was a heavy presence around his neck. Thick, and made of black leather, it marked Hoya as Sungjong’s property. His slave and pet, and no matter how much Hoya had disliked it in the beginning, he had warmed to his place now.
There was a chain attached to the collar and locked around the bars of the cage, keeping his head from moving back from the bars, and his hands were tied behind his back with black rope. Sungjong had also wound the rope around his upper arms, tying his elbows together behind his back and making his chest arch out.
Weighted clamps hung from his nipples, and he winced whenever movement made the little weights swing and pull.
For once, he wasn’t gagged, but only because he had promised to behave. And because Sungjong liked to fuck his mouth.
Hoya spent many an evening like this, helpless and locked away, and though he had fought it when he’d first come here, now it was comfortable, and he barely complained. Most of the time.
“What do you think, pet?” Sungjong asked, turning his head to look at him.
“Mushrooms in the casserole?”
Hoya made a face. “Why would we want to eat fungus?”
“Because they’re good for you?”
“I’m not convinced.”
Sungjong arched an eyebrow and made a warning noise.
Hoya sighed. “I’m not convinced…Master.” He knew better, really, but sometimes Sungjong let him get away with it.
“Better,” Sungjong said. “And fine, no mushrooms.” He mixed everything together and Hoya watched as he poured it into a casserole pan and then slid it into the oven. The gleam in Sungjong’s eyes, told Hoya that his moment of respite was coming to an end, and his cock twitched, already excited at the prospect.
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“Are you going to play with me, Master?” Hoya asked, batting his eye lashes and trying to look innocent.
“I was thinking about it.” The casual nature of Sungjong’s words was betrayed by the fact that he was already undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. Hoya licked his lips at the sight of it, full and hard and thick.
It hadn’t been a surprise to find out that the younger had a massive cock, and it was definitely one of the better parts of this deal.
The bars of the cage were spaced apart purposefully so that there was room for Sungjong to stick his cock between them and have Hoya suck him off without having to let him out of the cage. As soon as that delicious erection came near his mouth, Hoya was moving towards it, kissing the head and licking at it, keeping his eyes on Sungjong.
“You have better manners than this, slut,” Sungjong chided, reaching through the bars to grip a handful of Hoya’s hair and pull him. “I suggest you remember them or you’ll get muzzled, and I won’t let you come tonight.”
Hoya whimpered and nodded, squirming against the ropes that held his arms immobile. “Please, may I suck your cock, Master?” he asked, eyes dark and mouth watering. It was already beginning to leak drops of precome, and Hoya wanted them in his mouth. “Please, Master?”
Sungjong snorted. “No. You can hold still while I use your mouth, though.” His grip tightened. “Open up.”
Hoya didn’t need to be told twice. He opened his mouth and held still, moaning when Sungjong pushed his cock into his mouth. Usually Sungjong started this slow, knowing that Hoya sometimes needed time to warm up, but now he kept pushing, shoving his cock down Hoya’s throat and making him choke and gag.
With the tight grip on his hair, he couldn’t pull back, and he fought for breath and struggled against the ropes and chain. He knew that Sungjong liked to see him like this, bound and helpless, choking on his cock, and the humiliation of it went straight to his own cock.
“Good slut,” Sungjong praised, pulling back to let Hoya breathe and then thrusting shallowly into his mouth. “See how much better things go when you’re obedient?”
Hoya nodded as best he could, wishing he could bring a hand down to touch himself as Sungjong continued to fuck into his mouth, pressing down his throat occasionally until Hoya’s chin and lips were coated in saliva and precome, leaving him a mess.
Sungjong pulled out suddenly, and Hoya gasped for breath, strings of drool still connecting his lips to Sungjong’s cock. He watched with wide eyes as Sungjong fisted himself and groaned, and then flinched when come splattered over his face and chest, adding to the mess.
Sungjong grinned, wiping his cock on Hoya’s cheek before stepping back and tucking himself back in. “Good boy,” he praised. “If you keep being good, I’ll fuck you after dinner and let you come. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master,” Hoya replied, voice raspy.
“Then you know what to do.” Sungjong ruffled his hair and went back to the stove.
Hoya watched from his cage as Sungjong cooked dinner in the kitchen. His cage had been moved into the corner of the room from the sitting room where it usually was, so that Sungjong could use him while he waited for the casserole to bake.
At the moment, Sungjong was chopping vegetables and humming to himself, casting occasional glances at Hoya as if to check that he hadn’t moved from his spot.
As if he could.
The cage was big enough for him to sit up in without his head hitting the top of it, but he couldn’t stretch out in it. Still, it was much bigger than the cage that was kept in the back of Sungjong’s closet, used only when Hoya had been bad or when Sungjong was in a bad mood. It had been a while since Hoya had been locked in that cage, and he wanted to keep it that way.
He was naked, as he usually was when he was in the house, and his collar was a heavy presence around his neck. Thick, and made of black leather, it marked Hoya as Sungjong’s property. His slave and pet, and no matter how much Hoya had disliked it in the beginning, he had warmed to his place now.
There was a chain attached to the collar and locked around the bars of the cage, keeping his head from moving back from the bars, and his hands were tied behind his back with black rope. Sungjong had also wound the rope around his upper arms, tying his elbows together behind his back and making his chest arch out.
Weighted clamps hung from his nipples, and he winced whenever movement made the little weights swing and pull.
For once, he wasn’t gagged, but only because he had promised to behave. And because Sungjong liked to fuck his mouth.
Hoya spent many an evening like this, helpless and locked away, and though he had fought it when he’d first come here, now it was comfortable, and he barely complained. Most of the time.
“What do you think, pet?” Sungjong asked, turning his head to look at him.
“Mushrooms in the casserole?”
Hoya made a face. “Why would we want to eat fungus?”
“Because they’re good for you?”
“I’m not convinced.”
Sungjong arched an eyebrow and made a warning noise.
Hoya sighed. “I’m not convinced…Master.” He knew better, really, but sometimes Sungjong let him get away with it.
“Better,” Sungjong said. “And fine, no mushrooms.” He mixed everything together and Hoya watched as he poured it into a casserole pan and then slid it into the oven. The gleam in Sungjong’s eyes, told Hoya that his moment of respite was coming to an end, and his cock twitched, already excited at the prospect.
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“I was thinking about it.” The casual nature of Sungjong’s words was betrayed by the fact that he was already undoing his jeans and pulling out his cock. Hoya licked his lips at the sight of it, full and hard and thick.
It hadn’t been a surprise to find out that the younger had a massive cock, and it was definitely one of the better parts of this deal.
The bars of the cage were spaced apart purposefully so that there was room for Sungjong to stick his cock between them and have Hoya suck him off without having to let him out of the cage. As soon as that delicious erection came near his mouth, Hoya was moving towards it, kissing the head and licking at it, keeping his eyes on Sungjong.
“You have better manners than this, slut,” Sungjong chided, reaching through the bars to grip a handful of Hoya’s hair and pull him. “I suggest you remember them or you’ll get muzzled, and I won’t let you come tonight.”
Hoya whimpered and nodded, squirming against the ropes that held his arms immobile. “Please, may I suck your cock, Master?” he asked, eyes dark and mouth watering. It was already beginning to leak drops of precome, and Hoya wanted them in his mouth. “Please, Master?”
Sungjong snorted. “No. You can hold still while I use your mouth, though.” His grip tightened. “Open up.”
Hoya didn’t need to be told twice. He opened his mouth and held still, moaning when Sungjong pushed his cock into his mouth. Usually Sungjong started this slow, knowing that Hoya sometimes needed time to warm up, but now he kept pushing, shoving his cock down Hoya’s throat and making him choke and gag.
With the tight grip on his hair, he couldn’t pull back, and he fought for breath and struggled against the ropes and chain. He knew that Sungjong liked to see him like this, bound and helpless, choking on his cock, and the humiliation of it went straight to his own cock.
“Good slut,” Sungjong praised, pulling back to let Hoya breathe and then thrusting shallowly into his mouth. “See how much better things go when you’re obedient?”
Hoya nodded as best he could, wishing he could bring a hand down to touch himself as Sungjong continued to fuck into his mouth, pressing down his throat occasionally until Hoya’s chin and lips were coated in saliva and precome, leaving him a mess.
Sungjong pulled out suddenly, and Hoya gasped for breath, strings of drool still connecting his lips to Sungjong’s cock. He watched with wide eyes as Sungjong fisted himself and groaned, and then flinched when come splattered over his face and chest, adding to the mess.
Sungjong grinned, wiping his cock on Hoya’s cheek before stepping back and tucking himself back in. “Good boy,” he praised. “If you keep being good, I’ll fuck you after dinner and let you come. Would you like that?”
“Yes, Master,” Hoya replied, voice raspy.
“Then you know what to do.” Sungjong ruffled his hair and went back to the stove.
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