By Zephyria 
Perhaps if Aska hadn’t done anything, I might have gotten so worked up that I’d have ended up with a nosebleed.
“What are you doing?”
While I was obsessively scanning his genitals and having all sorts of dirty thoughts, Aska was smearing the pool of cum on my stomach with his palm. He started by slathering what he’d shot all over my stomach and chest, then began to smear it down to my thighs.
Then, the moment his fingertips touched my genitals, testicles, and further down, my perineum, I had to ask. But I already knew he wouldn’t answer.
“Aska.”
He went even further down, and I opened my mouth again, aghast. If I hadn’t been tied up, I would have kicked him and retreated about 100 meters.
Every time he kept rubbing between my buttocks with his slippery, cum-covered hand, the feeling of “no way” grew stronger.
No, really? Seriously?
Millions of question marks floated and disappeared in my head.
Is Aska really going to do that to me? Even in his deranged state, his actions were so natural that it seemed like he had been thinking about it for a while.
When he was giving me oral sex, he didn’t just suck on my penis; sometimes his tongue or lips would touch my testicles or even my perineum, but at the time, I didn’t think much of it. I just figured he was sucking here and there and it happened by chance.
Since I was already aroused, I didn’t bother to keep track of exactly where he was touching. Now that I think about it, I felt like those might have all been intentional actions.
This… this was unexpected. Isn’t it obvious? Aska was my friend. And Aska is younger, prettier, and cuter than me? No, why? Why to me? Shouldn’t I be the one doing it?
I kept asking myself countless questions, but I couldn’t find the answer.
Even as I was confused, Aska’s hands moved diligently. No matter how much cum he smeared and rubbed, it didn’t feel as good as when he touched my penis. No, it wasn’t even pleasurable; it was no different from rubbing the back of my hand.
Of course. I had never even imagined being on the bottom in the first place. It was the same when I had dirty thoughts or came. So, there was no way that an organ I had never even been conscious of would suddenly feel good just because he was fiddling with it a little.
“Aska.”
I was so bewildered that my head was a mess, but I still tried to stay calm. I called his name again, trying my best to turn Aska’s attention back to me.
“First, calm down and untie my arms. Do you even know how? I’ll tell you how, so let’s untie my arms first. I think my joints are bent….”
I said it urgently, but I didn’t really expect it to work. Aska, who hadn’t even pretended to listen, suddenly stopped his hands and straightened up.
“…….”
I was about to tell Aska to listen to me now, but I was at a loss for words. Even after coming, Aska was still holding the stiff, erect shaft of his penis and pointing the tip precisely between my legs.
With his other hand, he grabbed my buttocks and spread them apart. Thanks to that, the slippery, wet tip of his glans touched the exact spot. A cold sweat ran down my back, and goosebumps rose.
Surely he’s not just going to force it in like this, is he?
I automatically imagined myself lying in a pool of blood, but fortunately, even the deranged Aska wasn’t that heartless. He just kept poking me hard enough with a moderate amount of force and didn’t push any harder.
I breathed a sigh of relief and opened my mouth again.
“It’s not going to fit anyway.”
The very idea of trying to put that in was absurd. It’s not the size to go into a human body. No matter how you put it in, it would only be torture, not sex.
I’d rather have a knife stabbed into my stomach a hundred times than put something like that in there.
“Aska.”
I sighed and called his name again.
It was obvious that it wouldn’t work, but he didn’t give up and kept poking. His expression was gradually changing to annoyance, and I was afraid that something I didn’t want to imagine would happen, so I finally pretended to be in pain.
“It really hurts.”
When I said it as quietly as possible with a pitiful expression, Aska finally raised his head and looked at me. I had finally succeeded in eliciting even a small reaction.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I began to act with all my might.
“You said you’d stop if I said it hurt. Remember?”
“…….”
“Let’s just do this much today and do it next time. It’s funny to do it outside anyway. Let’s do it properly in bed, and let’s stop today. I’ll let you do whatever you want later.”
“…….”
“Okay?”
Aska stared at me with eyes that I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Maybe it was because he had drunk so much blood, but his eyes were still cloudy.
I waited nervously for an answer, and Aska lowered his gaze and bowed his head. The small movement looked like a nod, and I couldn’t help but exhale the breath I had been holding.
How far down is he going to bow his head? I was startled and flinched, and Aska put my penis in his mouth. As it was sucked into the hot, wet place, my lower abdomen tensed.
Is he going to do it again? I was surprised, but this might be better. The first time he did it, he was clumsy and his teeth touched me, but now that he’s done it a few times, he’s quite skilled.
Is it possible that his body remembers even when he’s out of his mind?
I had some useless thoughts and stared at the ceiling of the cave with a tired face. I really couldn’t understand what was going on.
Even with the sudden feeling of emptiness, I was stunned for a moment, but it didn’t last long. It felt like I was being grabbed by the hair and forcibly dragged back to normal.
Even though I wasn’t in the mood at all, my sensitivity was steadily building up to the limit.
“Haa…….”
I nervously exhaled as I felt the approaching climax, and Aska spat out my penis. Then his tongue touched the gap between my testicles and shaft. Every time he licked every inch as if he was looking for something, I could feel his hot panting.
And when he went down to my testicles and perineum, I couldn’t help but close my eyes.
I really thought, no way… it can’t be… it won’t be… please, God….
Trying to escape from reality, I ridiculously looked for God. But I had been ranting and raving about killing God since I was a child, so there was no way he would answer my prayers. No, in the first place, God is just an illusion created by humans.
I was finally able to understand, even if only a little, why humans entrust their weak hearts to non-existent illusions.
“…….”
Something soft and wet with an unusually high temperature touched between my buttocks. I couldn’t hide my miserable feelings. I’ve really been through all sorts of things in my life….
I thought he understood a little when he looked at me earlier, but I guess not. Is he trying to lick me with his tongue because I said it hurt? Like he licked my neck earlier? The idea was funny, but I couldn’t laugh.
I was tied up and couldn’t move, and he wouldn’t listen even if I tried to stop him, so I seriously considered what I could do. It was almost like a war, so I tried to separate my mind and body as much as possible and focus on thinking, but that became impossible too.
“Aska!”
Because the tip of his tongue began to pry into the hole. I reflexively screamed and convulsed, but Aska didn’t budge. Rather, he squeezed my thighs with his hands, preventing me from even twisting my waist.
“Hey!”
I could feel myself losing my reason.
“It’s not going to go in even if you lick it a little!”
“…….”
“How can it go in just by licking it a few times? Look if you have eyes! Does it look possible?”
Aska raised his head again when I kept shouting. Then he suddenly stared at his own penis. Veins popped out on his forehead.
I knew it, that bastard was definitely listening to everything while pretending not to hear. Is his insanity all a lie?
But even if it was a lie, it didn’t matter. As long as Aska recognized the situation and accepted reality, it didn’t matter. I said calmly again.
“Think realistically. This is physically impossible. If you force it in, it’ll be the same as when I bled on my stomach. You remember when you stabbed me with your fingernails, right? Do you want me to get hurt like that again? Do you want me to be in that much pain again? Do you want me to bleed that much again?”
The more I talked, the faster I spoke. I tried to calm down, but I failed in the end. Aska still had no reaction, so I became more anxious.
“Compare your tongue and your dick. They’re completely different, right? That’s why it’s useless to put your tongue in and poke around. They’re different in the first place. The size, the thickness, the length.”
I desperately tried to explain because I thought it would be easier to understand if he could see it. Only then did Aska’s expression show emotion. It was the expression of someone who had realized something.
I smiled brightly.
“Right? They’re different, right?”
Aska’s lips parted, and his pink tongue peeked out. Is he trying to see his own tongue? Even in this situation, I thought it was cute.
But that thought soon turned into doubt.
The thick, wet tongue continued to droop down between his lips. It looked about a hand span long.
“…….”
I suddenly felt my soul leaving my body. It didn’t take long to realize that what I had chosen to escape the crisis was the worst possible choice.
It was a clear miscalculation.