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Donghyuck shifts in his seat. He hasn’t been able to sit still throughout the whole day. Uneasiness and dread fill his belly as the waiter in formal attire politely refills his half-empty cup. He wanted to decline and usher the staff away from pouring more liquid into his glass, but Mark was quicker.
Soon, it’s filled with nothing but clear, filtered water.
That’s his sixth consecutive glass of water for the night and Donghyuck is bursting at the seam. He cannot bear to ingest any more liquid without losing control of his overloaded bladder.
“Drink,” Mark commands, knowing exactly well the dilemma that Donghyuck is currently in.
“But, hyung–”
“Drink it,” Mark repeats, a bit firmer this time.
Donghyuck shrinks back in his seat, shuts his mouth and obediently gulps down the entire glass like how Mark wanted him to. The water doesn’t quench his thirst, instead, it makes him feel queasy and bloated. Still, Donghyuck remains docile in his seat and doesn’t dare to speak up because, after all, that was what landed here.
Quietly, he cautiously shifts in his seat. The anal plug that is embedded inside him moves along and jams right into his sensitive prostate. It shocks his flaccid cock to life and causes the poor boy to whimper in a crowded restaurant. No one knows the agony Donghyuck is experiencing under the glimmering gold light of this fine dining restaurant – all except for Mark, who is blissfully ignoring his younger lover’s pained expression and teary eyes.
“Eat your soup.”
Glancing down at the bowl of red soup in front of him. Mark purposefully ordered that knowing full well it was Donghyuck’s favourite. Normally, it would be a temptation, but tonight, he has lost his appetite to consume anything else.
“Donghyuck.” Donghyuck instinctively responds to the sound of his name, hoping that Mark will finally break this curse. Instead, the older boy looks at him with a cold steel gaze. “Eat your soup before it gets cold.”
He hangs his head low and shakily spoons his lukewarm soup. Donghyuck tries to breathe slowly, afraid of losing the hold of his pelvic floor and humiliating himself in public. This is exactly the punishment Mark wants. It’s thrilling and nerve-wracking, and Donghyuck can only blindly follow like a loyal puppy shadowing its owner.
From the corner of his eyes, he observes Mark flagging down that same waiter who has been pouring water into Donghyuck’s glass.
“Can we get a bottle of your best Merlot?” The waiter is immediately charmed by the smile on Mark’s face. The older man looks at Donghyuck, who has barely spoken a full sentence throughout dinner. That smile twists into a cunningly satisfied smirk that only Donghyuck can see. “We’re celebrating tonight.”
The waiter nods. “Of course, sir.”
Before the waiter departs, Mark continues, “Could you please refill my partner’s water? It’s empty..”
“Certainly.”
Ignorant to Donghyuck’s growing dread, the waiter replenishes the empty glass. Mark watches with mirthfulness as the glass in front of his lover is once again filled with clear fluid. The waiter steps away, leaving Donghyuck to wallow in his misery.
“Drink.” Mark slides the glass closer to his hand.
“Mark–”
“I said, drink.” Mark’s voice is percolating with authoritativeness, and it’s making Donghyuck shrink away. Gentler than the tone he just used, Mark combs his finger through Donghyuck’s soft hair. “Be a good boy and drink the water, Hyuckie. Your punishment will be over when we get home.”
“You p-promised?”
“Promised.”
Carefully, Donghyuck lifts the glass to his plump lips. Not wanting to disappoint Mark, he begins to drink, ignoring the protest coming from his stomach and the urge to spit it all out. Once the glass is empty, he does his best to hold back the sickening feeling lurching in his stomach.
“Good boy. I knew you could do it.”
It’s cold. Donghyuck doesn’t normally feel it, but today, the living room is abnormally colder than it has always been. Perhaps, it is because he is naked with his bare knees digging into the cushiony fabric of the couch and his thighs spread shoulder-width apart to present his plugged hole and between them, his hefty cock that has been
“You did a good job holding it in, Hyuckie,” Mark praises.
He doesn’t know if Mark is referring to the anal plug that he has been wearing for the whole day, the orgasms he has been suppressing as he was told to or the abundance of water he was forced to drink at dinner. Whatever it was, he received the praise with open arms. It lessens the severity of his punishment and at least, he knows Mark isn’t mad at him anymore.
Donghyuck jolts when he feels the metal plug wiggling against his internal wall of muscles. His blunt nails dig into the fabric as Mark twists and tugs the toy with the teasing intention. Having grown accustomed to the presence of the anal plug, his wall grapples onto it, refusing to let it go and it’s causing Donghyuck immense pleasure.
“Fuck, baby, you’re literally sucking it in it,” Mark hisses. “Maybe I should just leave it there. Your slutty asspussy seems to want to be plugged.”
“N-no,” Donghyuck cries, “no. No! T-take it out! Take it–”
Mark pauses, seemingly unamused by his lover’s outburst, “Are you demanding me right now? Remember why you’re in this position, Hyuckie.”
“I’m s-sorry,” sobs Donghyuck, “I’m sorry, hyung. P-p-puh-lease take it out.”
“Be more specific.”
The kneeling boy tries to bite back a louder sob. “Please t-t-ta-take the plug out of my pussy.”
Mark proudly smiles. Watching Donghyuck crumble after trying to throw another tantrum is a real treat for him. Sometimes, he allows the younger boy to immerse himself in the illusion that he has the upper hand with his brattiness. It makes their dynamics superficially balanced because, at the end of the day, Mark is in control of their relationship. Donghyuck can only be petulant and unruly because he allowed him to be.
The plug pops right out without much force. Although the emptiness is regrettable, the weight that has been sitting on his stomach is alleviated. Donghyuck feels free and the need to empty his full bladder is less noticeable than before.
But the relief was ephemeral.
Usually, Mark is gentle. He likes to take his time and carefully maps out what he wants to do, but not tonight. Three fingers right into Donghyuck’s stretched hole that is oozing copious of lube that he had deposited. The bottom howls, he didn’t expect to have his hole stuffed so soon.
“Wa–ah, ah, uh, uh, uh–ait!” Donghyuck sobs. It’s difficult to hold back his tears when his most sensitive region is being assaulted and his bladder is still full of fluid. “Hyung! pl-ple-please stop!. I’m go-go-ngh, hngh, ngh–go-go-going to–”
“Hold it in!” Mark growls, “I said fucking hold it in! If you release it I will put a fucking cage over your useless cock and make sure you can’t come for a full week. Now, apologise.”
“I’m s-so-sorry, sir.”
“Louder!”
“I’m sorry! I w-won’t talk back again.”
“Good.”
Mark is not in the mood to be lenient tonight. His fingers as far as he can, jamming and probing right into Donghyuck’s prostate. Once found, he doesn’t just caress it. He viciously drills into the tender spot, making the kneeling boy wail. The harder he fingers Donghyuck’s prostate, the louder the wailing, and it sounds wonderful to his ears.
Seconds turn into minutes, but those minutes feel like hours. For several minutes, Mark continuously finger him, widens his inner passage and makes sure to scrape any excess lube inside his hole. Donghyuck can be as vocal as he wants with his moaning and crying, but he knows better than to beg for his punishment to stop.
He listens for the sound of unzipping and fabric rustling amidst his muffled sobs. Mark doesn’t give him time to prepare. He dives straight in, cock breaching the soft muscle of Donghyuck’s rim and he doesn’t allow any hesitation in between the silence. The sound of their skin slamming into each other and the impact of Mark fucking into Donghyuck can be heard throughout the room. It resonates overwhelmingly above the soft pleading and crying of the poor boy whose knees shake as his hole takes the battering of Mark’s cock.
“Ngh, ungh, ngh, hngh, ngh, hngh, unhng,” heaves Donghyuck. His lungs are bloated with air, but he is still suffocating. “To–ngh–ngh–ngh–too m-much. My hole. My-my hole can’t-can’t-can’t take it. Y-y-y-agh agngh–you’re going t-t-t–uh-ngh–too fast.”
Mark doesn’t listen. He weaves his fingers through the hair on the back of Donghyuck’s nape and yanks it forcefully. The younger boy squeals helplessly as his scalp burns and his neck is angled back to look at his older lover. The ignition of pain makes Donghyuck weep louder, which fuels Mark’s sadism more. The grip on his delicate hair grows tighter along with the fucking of his hole.
“Not so mouthy now, are you?” Mark chuckles cruelly. “You should have stayed silent like a good little cumbitch when I told you to, but you decided to talk back.”
“I’m–I’m sorry. I w-won’t-wo-ngh-hngh-ngh–wo-won’t do it again. Please, please, please, please s-stop. Please, please, please, please. M-m-my-my pussy w–will–”
Mark cuts him off with a growl, “Your pussy will what?”
“It-it-it will break!” Donghyuck shrieks hysterically. His eyes are blurry from the tears and his head is dizzy with pleasure “Please no more! PLEASE, HYUNG! MY PUSSY WILL BREAK!!”
His whole body slumps into the couch. The sheer force against his prostate leaves him paralysed. His feet twitch as electricity zaps every single nerve along his legs. The pleasure is incredible, but somewhere between the sound of their pleasure, Donghyuck is horrifyingly waiting for the impending doom that he has been holding back.
Jets of white eject from his cock. Donghyuck silently gasps, not daring to moan any louder than the sound of breathing out of fear that it would displease Mark. His brain is numbed with the high of being used, but it wears away just as fast as it arrives. Each synapse is overloaded with the euphoria of an orgasm. Even with the haze of pleasure, Donghyuck is still aware that Mark is still using his hole. The fucking doesn’t stop. It grows excessively rougher and his scalp is burning for mercy as Mark reigns him in closer by the hair.
He can feel it – the swirling need to release his bladder. Donghyuck tightens his pelvic muscles, desperately fighting off the urge to wet himself like an untrained toddler. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, but at the same it’s exciting. Being forced to accept Mark’s brutal treatment because he couldn’t stay obedient is exhilarating. He loves it when Mark, who is normally soft-spoken and far too gentle for his own good, shows absolutely no mercy. Every word Mark speaks is saturated with charisma, but when he enforces them without leaving any breathing room, Donghyuck feels compelled to offer his body even more.
“Hah!” Mark gasps incredulously as his cock is squeezed by Donghyuck’s constricting rim, “you just came, but your pussy is tightening. You want to be my cumdump so badly?”
“N-no! I–I–I’m–”
“You’re what?”
“I’m g-g-going to,” Donghyuck moans, fending off the euphoria of being fucked to get his message across, “I’m going to–to–to–I need to p-puh-ngh, hngh, ngh–puh-ee.”
“You want me to stop?”
“Yes,” Donghyuck whimpers pathetically, “please.”
“You want to pee?”
“Y-yes.”
“Okay, do it.”
Donghyuck’s eyes widened, shocked by the words he had just heard. “What?”
“I said, do it. Empty your bladder right here.”
”What?”
”I c-can’t!”
Mark’s thrusting doesn’t stop. Instead, it grows increasingly violent. Donghyuck found himself bracing for each impact against his prostate that drives his need to urinate further and further towards the edge. The need to expel is so strong that it makes Donghyuck cry. His cock between his quivering thighs is just as red as his swollen hold that is being fucked by Mark.
Donghyuck can feel his mind slowly breaking, tearing slowly — each thread at a time. His soft crying descends into loud sobbing. The grey couch is darkened with tear streaks. He is being stretched thin and Mark is determined to break him.
“Plea—please! I will—I will do anything. Anything you wa—want. I will be good for you, hyung. Please stop! I won’t talk back. I will b-behave. Please—I will—“
“No.” A simple answer turns Donghyuck hysterical.
“Please, please, please, please, p-please. I can’t. I will b-be good. Please, p-p-please—“
A hard slam unravels all his resolve. Donghyuck sobs as he feels it coming. At the tip of his stiff member, a fountain of yellow is expelled and jet-streamed uncontrollably onto the safe they’re situated in. It doesn’t stop and Donghyuck couldn’t stop it. No matter how much Donghyuck tries, the ammonia stench grows increasingly pungent and the grey couch under him is now darkened with not just his tear, but also his urine.
Embarrassed, humiliated and helpless, the poor boy can only cry. He begins to babble incongruous words. It’s a mixture of begging for pleasure and mercy. There is no indication whether Donghyuck wants more or to put an end to this torture — his displaced mind cannot decide.
It’s not his choice to make.
The ball is in Mark’s court, and the older boy has made up his mind. Donghyuck is going to bear it until he gets his orgasm — whether he likes it or not. Donghyuck’s body is Mark’s and he will use it as he sees fit and however long he wants. Even if the boy gives into unconsciousness, Mark will not stop until he achieves what he wants.
“Huh-hyung. Hyung. Mark. Mark hyung. Please. Hyung. Please. No—no—m-m-more. Full. No. No. Don’t—more—stop—more.”
Understanding what Donghyuck is trying to convey is becoming difficult, but Mark wasn’t trying to anyway. He fucks the boy with ferocity, channelling his anger into each push of his cock. He blames himself for being too soft with Donghyuck, letting the brat trample on his pride. Perhaps, it was Donghyuck’s plan all along — limit testing his patience and goodwill. Whatever it was, Mark allowed him to do it, and that wounded his pride. He’s the older one in the relationship. He’s the one who controls it. He’s the one who needs to put Donghyuck in his place.
“Fucking take it. That’s all you’re good for,” Mark growls. His cock pistons in and out, stuttering slightly as his climax is nearing. “You’re my fucking cumhole, you’re only good for taking my cum.”
Donghyuck instinctively answers his derogatory words with a loud cry, “I’m only good for taking your cum. A-ah, ah—all yours. Please, pl-pl-please give me—ngh, hngh, mngh, ngh—cum. Cum. Cum. Please. Cum.”
“Nobody else’s can fuck you like this. Nobody is allowed to cum in inside you.”
Before he can even answer, he feels it. Like a cracked dam that desperately tried to contain an ocean, he feels a flood of fluid. Mark is buried to the hilt, hands clasped around Donghyuck’s bruised waist with possessiveness and he paints the inner wall with his cum. No complaints, no cries, no begging, a soft relieved sigh emits from his pout as Donghyuck accepts what Mark is giving him. Knowing that his punishment is over, the dishevelled younger boy’s eyes flutter to a close, hoping for some sleep after a rough day.
Mark nibbles the outer shell of his ear and whispers darkly, “We’re not done yet.”
Then, Donghyuck feels it. It comes faster than he can react, but Mark pins him down to the filthy couch before he can resist. Too tired to struggle and too helpless to fight back, Donghyuck, once again, accepts what Mark is giving him.
“Full,” he whispers, almost in pain from the bloated feeling in his stomach.
“Shhh, be a good cumdump and take hyung’s piss.”
Mark sighs quietly as his cock releases more discharge, thinner and warmer this time. His hands grip Donghyuck’s slender waist, holding him in place as he meticulously fills the younger boy with more fluid. Their joint hands simultaneously meet at the expanding skin of Donghyuck’s lower belly. Together, they feel it distends as Mark urinates more and more.
The more his tummy bulge grows, the more laboured his breathing becomes. The feeling is similar to his first time taking Mark fully. His breathing is controlled, but his mind is dizzy from the heaviness that is gradually settling. Curious, Donghyuck peers between his legs. His tummy is bulging, and filled with warm cum and pungent urine. It keeps growing and growing, and Donghyuck watches it balloon with fascination.
“Hold it in,” Mark instructs hastily as he withdraws, tapping his flaccid tip at the puckering ring that is thoroughly fucked and abuse. Its perimeter retains a slight sheen of his urine and cum.
Hanging in between the heaviness of his filled belly and the floatiness of his dissipated orgasm, Donghyuck obediently squeezes his sphincter, making sure to maintain Mark’s deposit inside him like he was told. Something is prying his puffy rim apart, sending him into a fit of panic. Fearing that the mixture of cum and pee would leak, Donghyuck only clamps down harder.
“Relax,” Mark coaxes gently, “I’m plugging you up.”
With slow and shallow breaths, Donghyuck allows the hole to bloom around the tapered tip of the plug and gradually swallows the entire bulbous body of the toy. Mark was cruel with his fucking, enough to enlarge his entrance to the point it could almost engulf the flared base. Thankfully, Donghyuck rolls to his side like a pleased puppy, narrowly missing the spot on the couch where he had soiled with his release, and squeezing his thighs together to keep the anal plug in place.
Just as his eyes flutter to a sleepy close, Donghyuck feels his body levitate and crash into Mark’s warm embrace. His bulging belly bobbles and rolls heavily as Mark readjusts so he can comfortably cradle Donghyuck. Under the layer of sex and sweetness that sits on top of the older boy’s skin, Mark smells familiar, like comfort and warmth with safety. Finger tracing his lover’s sternum, Donghyuck dreamily hums as he overloads his olfactory with the scent of love.
“Are we going for round two?”
Mark’s expression doesn’t change, but Donghyuck knows he’s pushing the limit again with his demanding attitude — like he always does. “You don’t get to decide that.”
“But don’t you want to fill my tummy with more cum and piss, hyung?” Donghyuck suggestively whispers. His lips inch dangerously closer to the hollow of Mark’s cheek.
“Donghyuck.”
“You did call me your cumdump.” It’s a cheeky little remark, but Mark isn’t going to fall for it. Giving in now means whatever punishment he inflicted on Donghyuck was nothing.
“Tempting, but we already ruined a nice couch. I don’t want to ruin a good bed as well.”
“We’re going to replace the couch. I think we’re due for a new bed and mattress as well.”
“Brat.”
“Your brat.”
Mark takes extra care when placing Donghyuck down on their bed, making sure to not disturb his bloated belly. The younger tries to find a comfortable position to settle in. Once comfortable, Mark returns with a warm towel to wipe him down. Even with Mark’s careful hand, Donghyuck whines when he glides over the loaded hole. His whine turns into a moan when the wet towel brushes across his bulging tummy. The bloating feeling returns as the liquid inside his belly sloshes and moves around.
“Hold it in.”
“I’m trying!”
“You’re doing a terrible job.”
Donghyuck gasps, thighs tremble as Mark rotates the plug to ensure it sits snuggly between his cheeks, “M-Mark!”
“Are you sure you’re my good cumdump?” His hand moves higher and higher towards Donghyuck’s tired cock. He gives it a hard slap, causing the younger boy to yelp from the unexpected pain. “You’re leaking. Front and back. That’s not how a good cumdump behaves.”
“I am. I promise. I-I-I will be a good c-cumdump. Please.”
Seeing Donghyuck is close to weeping again, Mark decides to let him off the hook. He releases his hold on the tired cock and pulls a cover over their lethargic bodies. Donghyuck, needy and touch-starved as ever, worming closer until he’s skin to skin with Mark. A small satisfied sigh escapes when Mark embraces him, leaving enough space between them for Donghyuck’s tummy bulge.
“Sleep. You will need it.”
Mark was right. Donghyuck did need that sleep because sometimes, during the night, Mark used his hole again. He did it without removing the plug, simply slotting his erection into the filled hole and fucked the unconscious boy, disregarding the mixture of cum and urine spilling onto their bed. He continued to use Donghyuck’s body while whispering praises and encouragement before emptying himself. He didn’t care to clean up after himself. Mark wanted Donghyuck to know what he did to his sleeping body. It was a louder statement than any word or threat.
Donghyuck thumbs his bruised thighs and wipes the stickiness around his rim. He gives his fingers a kittenish lick, tasting the residue of Mark with a satisfied moan. He’s horny again, desperate to be fucked and used by the older boy.
His neediness is interrupted by the doorbell. He hastily throws on a bathrobe and tries to neutralise his walk to hide the limp that would give away his sex life. Each step makes him whine because he can still feel Mark’s deposit trickling down the length of his legs.
“Hi,” the delivery man greets him, “are you Mr Lee Donghyuck?”
“Y-yes.” Donghyuck is flustered by the unexpected presence of strangers. It’s difficult to maintain his poise when he’s naked under the bathrobe with Mark’s cum dripping between his thighs.
“We’re here to deliver your new couch and remove the old one.”
“Oh.” He didn’t expect Mark to order a replacement so quickly.
“Where can we put it?”
Donghyuck nervously points to where their dirty grey couch is sitting. “Just over there. Same spot.”
“Please sign here.” The delivery man hands him a pen. Donghyuck quickly scribbles on the paper, but his eyes never leave their old couch that is soiled with cum and urine. “Thank you. Enjoy your new sofa.”
Oh, he and Mark are certainly going to enjoy their new sofa.