By Zephyria 
In the darkness, Song Hyun-soo waited for the approaching touch.
It still felt like a game. An interesting new game.
The first place the feather touched was the sole of his foot. Song Hyun-soo shook his shoulders and burst into laughter.
“It tickles!”
“Performance test.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s voice came from the front, not the back. He was very close.
The feather, moving from his heel to his calf and the back of his knee, brushed the back of his thigh and danced lightly on his exposed buttocks.
“Hngh.”
It was nothing much. Just being blindfolded made his body several times more sensitive. As if dusting off a precious piece of porcelain, the feather swept broadly across his buttocks, moved along his side, and came to the front.
The soft, fluffy artificial feather meticulously brushed his lips and chin under the blindfold, his neckline, shoulders and collarbone, chest and nipples, and his side. It was like awakening every cell in his body. It was just a thin fur balls, but even a light touch made goosebumps rise on his skin.
With the movement of the feather brushing over his abs and around his navel, Song Hyun-soo’s lower abdomen fluttered.
“I said it tickles.”
When he knocked the stick away, the cheap Handcuffs rattled.
“Just tickles?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s voice was laced with suppressed lust.
The sight of his lover blindfolded, handcuffed, and restricted seemed to stimulate his sexual curiosity.
“Or should sunbae do better?”
The feather that Song Hyun-soo had knocked away returned and slowly traced the edge of his Jockstrap. As the feather moved down along the thin band that gathered towards the center of his body, towards his groin, Song Hyun-soo’s shoulders curved inward.
“Haa, hngh. Hngh-eup.”
“Hands up, then.”
He hesitated and raised his hands.
He thought he would rub his penis over the pouch, but his expectations were dashed.
The feather brushed past the edge of the fabric, tickling the area around his groin.
Song Hyun-soo’s thighs, braced on his knees, twitched minutely.
“Why are you shaking so much? Are you already tired?”
Yoon Joo-ho whispered in his ear. Song Hyun-soo involuntarily turned his head sharply in the direction of the sound. But of course, he couldn’t see him. He could only hear a low chuckle.
“As if. It’s so boring because it’s more bland than I expected… Haa-euk, heuk.”
Song Hyun-soo’s upper body tilted forward as if jolted.
Because a thin, long stick had slipped between his legs.
Swish, swish. It slowly moved in and out of his groin several times. Yoon Joo-ho deliberately put force into it, pressing the stick firmly upwards. The tender skin, not fully covered, was crushed against the stick.
“Heup! Keu… Hngh-eut, hngh.”
It was just a stick. Just a stick bothering his groin. Song Hyun-soo couldn’t keep his waist still. He kept twitching and bouncing back and forth.
“You like it this much even though it’s not my penis?”
A voice feigning disappointment.
It wasn’t Yoon Joo-ho’s penis, nor his arms or hands, but just a plastic stick, but Song Hyun-soo felt it and got an erection. Because the person moving it was Yoon Joo-ho.
“Hngh-euh, hngh-euk. Heup.”
The stick slipped out from between his legs, and the mattress swayed. He was moving.
He could feel Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze closely observing his reaction. His knees spread wide, his penis starting to get hard, pushing against the pouch, his twitching thighs and abs, his unfree hands. His nipples swollen and bulging, and his buttocks blatantly emphasized over the strap.
The fact that he was unilaterally exposing those things to him was stimulating.
A mixture of tension, anticipation, and a slight fear made Song Hyun-soo’s breath grow increasingly rough. His broad shoulders and chest muscles, and his nicely defined abs, repeatedly swelled and deflated.
This time, Yoon Joo-ho’s low laughter came from behind him.
“Aren’t the guys who made this kind of thing perverts, not me?”
From above, he inserted the stick between his butt cheeks. The abundant feather brushed between the cheeks, and soon the thin rod rubbed against them. Yoon Joo-ho moved it up and down several times. Even if he didn’t try to, Song Hyun-soo’s butt muscles twitched.
Yoon Joo-ho pulled his left buttock outward. And he pulled the thin string to find the hole.
“My penis-inserting hole is fluttering?”
“Hngh-euh, hngh-eut.”
“Looks like it’s empty.”
Kindly, he described the situation in detail to Song Hyun-soo, who couldn’t see.
“How can such a narrow place be opened up in my shape?”
He could feel breath and air on his opened hole. He was clearly holding his face right in front of it.
“Keuheuk!”
As soon as he thought that, he buried his face between his buttocks. With the tip of his high nose stabbing into the crevice, he shook his face from side to side. He took deep breaths using his nose and mouth.
“Your smell here, it’s really driving me crazy.”
A slick, wet tongue greedily rubbed over the hole.
“Haa-heuheu, hngh. Hngh-eut.”
It was Song Hyun-soo who was going crazy. His heart was pounding wildly. It felt like his pulse was beating next to his ears.
Yoon Joo-ho muttered and raised himself up.
“Ah… should I just say I lost?”
Then he stood close behind Song Hyun-soo, his penis, which was tightly filling the space between his exposed buttocks, clearly erect. He hugged Song Hyun-soo across the chest to keep him from falling forward, and slowly began to shake his hips.
While nibbling on his earlobe, he whispered sweetly.
“You can’t be satisfied with this kind of thing.”
“Haa… eung.”
“You’re so pretty right now, I can keep watching.”
Pre-cum was already flowing from his glans, but Song Hyun-soo bluffed.
“Don’t worry. I’m not… satisfied yet either, hiit! Keup!”
As his penis became erect, it was pushing against the elastic pouch. The front and sides were all lifted. Through the opened gap, the feather suddenly plunged in from above.
Song Hyun-soo flinched and twisted his body, and Yoon Joo-ho’s arm grabbed him tightly. A hot tongue sucked and chewed on his earlobe.
He felt like he was going crazy because of the stick that was randomly poking his erect penis. He couldn’t stand the pleasure when something extremely soft touched his most sensitive skin. His whole body swelled up tautly as if it would burst.
“Your testicles are sticking out. I can’t even call it underwear anymore?”
A voice choked with excitement whispered, blowing hot breath into his ear.
“How is it, does it still tickle?”
Yoon Joo-ho began to shake his hips in earnest. He bent his left knee to support his body and pushed hard. The force with which he was thrusting was stronger than the force with which he was holding Song Hyun-soo. Eventually, Song Hyun-soo lost his balance and fell forward.
“Euk.”
He placed his handcuffed hands on the mattress and collapsed his upper body. Without giving him a break, Yoon Joo-ho wrapped his hands around Song Hyun-soo’s groin and pulled his buttocks up tightly.
“Euk!”
His legs, spread wide to both sides, clung to his lower body. His large, bulging genitals were hard as if they would tear through his perineum.
In that state, Yoon Joo-ho shook his hips again. As his buttocks shook, Yoon Joo-ho’s penis rubbed against the tender flesh behind his testicles each time.
“Hngh-euh, heuk. Heup. Haa-euk.”
It was nothing short of torture.
A thick penis mercilessly rubbing against his forcibly lifted lower body. The strong scent of a man clung moistly to the tip of his nose.
He wanted to admit defeat, take off the blindfold and Handcuffs, and roll around with him to his heart’s content.
On the other hand, he wanted to endure this controlled situation.
Instead of easily getting what he wanted and quickly reaching pleasure, this training of enduring and persevering as if being punished felt like an accumulation of pleasure. But he wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure it. A thin liquid was dripping from the Jockstrap’s pouch, which had been stretched out by his penis.
“Haa-eueu, eu… Seoheu, Seo, Seon… eung… heup. Seon, bae.”
Yoon Joo-ho lowered his upper body and pressed his chest against Song Hyun-soo’s back. And he licked his face over his shoulder.
“Why, do you have something to say to me?”
Because of the force with which he was thrusting his body, the loosened Blindfold was gradually slipping down more loosely.
Song Hyun-soo pleaded, tapping the bed with his handcuffed hands.
“Untie this, sunbae… I don’t like it, I can’t take it.”
“Then is it okay to do it? Will you let me have sex?”
A hoarse voice filled with anticipation.
“If I do… it’s okay, right?”
“Just say one word. Say it, huh?”
The Blindfold had slipped to the left, and he could see in front of him with that eye. The room was dim, so it wasn’t dazzling. Song Hyun-soo looked back at Yoon Joo-ho over his shoulder.