March Novel (Completed) - Chapter 50

Not over yet? Even if it was a building that didn’t get much sunlight, it was bright daytime. He didn’t want to have sex with a ribbon on his cock right under a window where sunlight streamed in.

“Wait, not like this…”

As a flustered Sehwa struggled, Gi Taejeong slapped his buttocks. It didn’t hurt. It was just enough to evoke a subtle, secret anticipation. Sure enough, the bound area below began to throb with a dull ache from Gi Taejeong’s indifferent touch. His inner abdomen began to burn with a slight fever, as if waiting for what was to come. Now, Gi Taejeong knew how to open Sehwa’s body just by kneading and slapping his buttocks.

“You called someone, stop…”

“Exactly. Do you want to show this to others?”

“Ah, it hurts… Ah!”

The round object on Gi Taejeong’s sleeve scattered light in all directions. Light shadows rippled like small waves on the sheets. Was it a jewel instead of a cufflink? As he was briefly distracted by the sparkle, a large hand, emerging from Gi Taejeong’s shirt sleeve, unexpectedly grabbed both of Sehwa’s ankles without warning. Gi Taejeong always easily, with just one hand, seized Sehwa’s ankles.

Sehwa’s mood subtly crumpled, following the furrow in his brow. Gi Taejeong’s cock couldn’t even be grasped with one hand… so why was he so easily caught? Even though he knew Gi Taejeong’s hands were large, it felt unreasonably unfair that Gi Taejeong could grip his ankles with one hand. Even though he knew there was no particular correlation between Gi Taejeong’s cock and his ankles, it just felt that way.

“It’ll be over quickly.”

Gi Taejeong reached out his other hand and fumbled inside his briefcase. Every time he moved his hand to find something, Sehwa’s body swayed violently along with him. Just like when he received Gi Taejeong’s cock. Sehwa’s anxiety grew with Gi Taejeong’s voice, which was more gentle than ever. Gi Taejeong was originally a man who had sex for the fun of making others cry. How much was he planning to torment him physically by speaking so kindly?

And more than anything, the position he was in right now was too embarrassing… he wished Gi Taejeong would do something about this first. He had been sucked by Gi Taejeong with only his buttocks raised, so compared to that, this was more decent, but seeing his bound crotch directly made the insides of his eyelids burn with shame.

He thought it was just wrapped roughly, but looking at it now, the way the line wrapped around his glans and tightened his scrotum was utterly lewd. Anyone could tell someone else had tied it. And it looked like it could never be untied by anyone else’s hands. He had never seen strippers stand in front of customers looking like this… could he really go out in this state? It wasn’t his fault, and it probably wouldn’t be discovered anyway, but he already felt people whispering, and sweat beaded on the soles of his feet.

Sehwa took a deep breath to calm himself. He wanted to push away even the thought of his lower body being constricted. If he didn’t focus on it, the erection would soon subside. A cock naturally gets hard when stimulated in any way. Just as it’s normal for it to be hard when he wakes up in the morning, it’s not strange that it’s hard now. So…

“…Brigadier General?”

I’m not a pervert who gets horny when tied up, Sehwa diligently chanted, but his efforts were in vain as a suspicious object began to poke at his crotch.

“This position won’t work. Grab your knees.”

What… was Gi Taejeong going to put in? As Sehwa hesitated, Gi Taejeong let out a long sigh through his nose. It was a bad sign. If he made Gi Taejeong repeat himself, Gi Taejeong might shove the object in his hand without giving him time to prepare himself. As he hesitantly reached his hands behind his knees, Gi Taejeong poked his coccyx area with his knee. It seemed Gi Taejeong meant for him to open up so his buttocks were fully visible, so Sehwa put a little more force into the hands gripping behind his knees. It didn’t seem to satisfy Gi Taejeong, but this was Sehwa’s limit.

Gi Taejeong shook the object in his hand. Sehwa thought he might be shoving an adult toy the size of Gi Taejeong’s forearm, but as if to scold Sehwa’s lewd imagination, what Gi Taejeong was shaking was a small object the size of a lighter.

“If it doesn’t end in one go, only you will get tired.”

“Let’s do this well, okay?” Gi Taejeong said, stroking his bound scrotum upwards. His knee acted like a lever, lifting Sehwa’s lower back, causing his half-erect penis to flop onto his dry abdomen.

“…Huh?”

Sehwa, who had squeezed his eyes shut to endure the impending sharp pain, involuntarily let out a questioning gasp. He thought the object in Gi Taejeong’s hand would rummage through his back hole. But the cold sensation touched him somewhat unexpectedly on his perineum, just below his scrotum… and even that was only pressed for a few seconds before being quickly removed.

Gi Taejeong smiled brightly and threw what he was holding onto the mattress. It was so light that he couldn’t even feel its rippling weight. It was…

“Well stamped.”

A stamp.

“Ah. You probably can’t see it, can you?”

Gi Taejeong, who had been stretching the thin skin back and forth with his index and middle fingers like scissors, suddenly pulled Sehwa into his arms.

“I’ll show you.”

“What? No, I… I don’t, Brigadier General, this position…”

As Gi Taejeong turned his body around, he slipped his arm under Sehwa’s knees. It was a position like holding a baby to make it pee.

“Be still. Unless you want to fall.”

Gi Taejeong moved lightly, as if he didn’t feel Sehwa’s weight in his arms at all. His intention was obvious, and at the same time, his mind went blank. He was going to show him. He was going to make him see himself in the mirror, held by a man with his legs wide open, with all sorts of strange things attached to his crotch.

“I don’t want to see it, I don’t like it…”

Sehwa felt he couldn’t bear any more humiliation.

“Why, how pretty it is.”

Gi Taejeong didn’t waver at all while carrying a struggling adult man. He kicked open the bathroom door. The only things supporting his body were his hands holding his buttocks and inner thighs, so Sehwa eventually fumbled behind him and had to grab Gi Taejeong’s forearm. Gi Taejeong said it was okay, but he had to believe the person he trusted. His nose stung from holding back tears. To have to lean on the man who made him anxious just to maintain an unstable posture. This was… too strange. Everything was just strange.

“Quickly.”

Because of Gi Taejeong’s great height, his exposed state was revealed without concealment above the sink. Sehwa, his face flushed red, weakly dropped his gaze. His naked body reflected in the mirror was utterly pathetic. Earlier, he thought the way his cock was tied was lewd, but now it looked terrible. It just felt ridiculous and vulgar.

“Grab your cock and lift it.”

“……”

“Why. Should I fuck you? Should I fuck you and make your cock hard on its own?”

Gi Taejeong’s long fingers greedily gripped his buttocks and inner thighs. His wide-spread crotch revealed his small, gaping back hole. Hesitating, Sehwa finally grabbed his penis with trembling hands. At least on this subject, Gi Taejeong had never lied.

As his scrotum was also pulled upwards along with his cock, the seal stamped on his perineum directly below became clearly visible. Was it a stamp with special pigment? It shone a deep navy blue. Stars, birds, and flowers. It was a pattern he had seen often these past few days… and the difference from the one engraved on his clothes was that this time, there were also letters written below it. Brigadier General Gi Taejeong. His rank and name were written below the emblem in a neat, beautiful script, without a single flaw, just like he often saw in the news.

“I thought, why would they engrave a stamp when everything is electronically sealed anyway…”

Gi Taejeong gently bit Sehwa’s earlobe. His moist breath traveled down from his earlobe to his sternocleidomastoid muscle. Sehwa, unable to do anything, just held his cock and groaned.

“I guess it was given for this.”

“Put me… put me down…”

An expensive patch that ordinary people wouldn’t even dare to buy was tying his cock, and a stamp with the man’s name was imprinted on his perineum. Seeing all of this with his own eyes made him feel like he was going crazy. Saltiness clung to the end of Sehwa’s pleading voice.

“You’ve seen it, you’ve seen everything… now please stop…”

Gi Taejeong abruptly put Sehwa down, completely contrary to his expectation that he would just fuck him whether he cried or not.

Sehwa stood precariously, holding onto the sink. The insides of his widely spread thighs trembled convulsively. Perhaps worried he might fall and get hurt if he just collapsed, Gi Taejeong stood close behind him, supporting his body. Even so, he wasn’t grateful at all.

“If you need to contact me, use this.”

Gi Taejeong took out a phone from his inner jacket pocket and placed it on the sink. He even whistled softly, seemingly in a good mood.

“You want me to keep this?”

“Yes. If you get a call, always answer it.”

Anyway, urgent messages from the military came through a dedicated watch. Calls to the phone were usually things that could be ignored, but Gi Taejeong deliberately spoke in a deep voice to humor Sehwa, who seemed at a loss, finding him cute and amusing.

“It could be an urgent matter.”

“But, why are you giving this to me…”

“Because it’s dangerous outside.”

Sehwa was dumbfounded. The one who made him the most dangerous right now was none other than this man.

“And this… I was going to give it to you later.”

He took out a card from his wallet. The plain front, without any pattern, had only the bank’s hologram logo in one corner. It was the bank where you could barely open an account with the guarantee of a few residents living in the 5-star district. Of course, Sehwa had only heard rumors; this was his first time seeing a physical card.

“Use it freely. Buy lots of your favorite cakes too.”

“With this?”

He was still trapped in Gi Taejeong’s arms, with nowhere to escape. The black card reflected in the mirror shimmered menacingly like snake scales.

“Using someone else’s credit card will get you arrested.”

“Why are we strangers? And it’s not a credit card, so use it freely.”

Isn’t it more of a problem if it’s a check card? He knew officers had no limit. But it wasn’t a credit card, it was a check card, and how much balance was there that Gi Taejeong told him to use it freely? More than anything, he didn’t know what Gi Taejeong’s ulterior motive was for giving him this. He wasn’t going to refuse free money, but if Gi Taejeong intended to count it as debt, he wanted to politely decline.

“Still, Brigadier General…”

Gi Taejeong put the card between Sehwa’s parted lips. It was a clear gesture that he would accept no more questions or arguments. Something harder and heavier than plastic forced his lips open, as if to tear them, and violently tapped his teeth. It was a cold, chilling sensation, enough to momentarily quell the rising heat and shame.

“While you’re out, throw away those rags at home and buy some pretty new clothes too.”

Would he even let me wear them if I bought them? No, he wouldn’t. Gi Taejeong lowered his hand and meticulously stroked Sehwa’s crotch. Especially the movement of his hand digging between his legs and rubbing his perineum was explicit. It was a languid touch, as if savoring the letters written there. There was nothing to feel since it wasn’t embossed.

“But if you come back and you’re even slightly disheveled from this state…”

The man who had adorned Sehwa’s private parts so obscenely met his eyes in the mirror with an innocent face.

“You’ll be fucked by me until the stamp is completely erased by your cum.”

His fingers, curled like hooks, lightly tapped his embarrassing area as if tickling him.

“Understood?”

Sehwa blinked. His reflection in the mirror had the card in his mouth, his cheeks flushed. Gi Taejeong’s calloused thumb rubbed at the area where his name was engraved, as if digging into it. Eung, a whimper, flowed easily from his blocked mouth. The hard strap tightly squeezed his erect glans. Sehwa could no longer bear it and let his head drop. If there was a bowl of water in front of him, he wanted to bury his nose in it.