How to Become a Sadist’s Lover

“…?”

Yan looked up at the man with his reddened, moist eyes. Did he want Yan to pleasure him too? Fine, Yan could do that much. Though it was dark and hard to see clearly, the man seemed quite handsome, and Yan liked handsome men’s dicks.

“Let’s do just ten spanks.”

“Okay. …Wait, what?”

It was exactly three seconds after Yan’s quick agreement that he thought, ‘This isn’t right.’ In those three seconds, the man had flipped Yan over and placed him across his lap.

“Huh? What? Eh?”

“For each spank, count the number and add ‘thank you.'”

“What? Huh? What?”

“After you take all ten like that, I’ll give you something nice.”

The man kneaded Yan’s buttocks firmly. It felt similar to how someone would rub before giving an injection. Meanwhile, Yan quickly assessed the situation. Though the man’s arms seemed strong, Yan himself was no weakling. If he bolted right now, the man wouldn’t be able to catch him.

‘But…’

As Yan hesitated, the first pain exploded across his buttocks.

“Ah! …One, th-thank you.”

“That’s right, good job.”

The low, gentle voice was actually more chilling. Yan bit his lip, thinking he should somehow play along with this man.

‘That’s right, I came here to become a masochist.’

If that was the case, he should welcome this situation. Just as Yan made this decision, the second slap landed.

“Two! Thank you.”

The third and fourth were relatively manageable. Each time the stinging pain spread, Yan squirmed and wiggled his waist. But the man’s arm firmly pressed down on his body, making it difficult to move much. By the fifth slap, Yan thought this was probably for the best—otherwise, he would have surely broken position long ago.

“Ugh, f-five, thank, you.”

“Count properly.”

The man commanded while rubbing Yan’s buttocks. The massaging seemed to disperse some of the hot, burning pain, but his nails scraped across the skin, bringing a different kind of discomfort. Yan struggled to steady his hitching breath and said:

“Six, thank y-you.”

“Being your first time, you can’t endure well and seem sensitive to pain. Yet you’ve made quite a brave decision.”

“Ah! S-seven. Thank you.”

By this point, it was more numbing than painful. Though the man spoke as if this was nothing, his palm was practically a weapon. Yan wondered if the paddles he’d researched online would be any less powerful than this man’s hand. Of course, these thoughts didn’t last long as the eighth slap landed.

“Ten. Ugh, thank… *sob*…”

“With tears from just this much, it might be hard for you to find a good master.”

The man reached out and grabbed Yan’s cheek, forcing him to look up. Yan’s green eyes were full of tears. Though he wasn’t quite sobbing, they seemed ready to spill at the slightest touch.

The man stared into Yan’s eyes for a while. He also glanced at Yan’s reddened cheeks and light freckles. He gazed for a long time at his lips, glistening with saliva.

‘Do I have to do this to date Sirius? What should I do…’

Meanwhile, Yan was worrying about this. He didn’t mind being hit by Sirius, but he wasn’t sure if he could endure the pain.

After staring at Yan for a long time, the man abruptly spoke.

“I said I’d give you something nice.”

“Huh? Oh, right. Yes.”

Yan just then remembered the earlier promise. His dick was still erect. Normally, he thought it would have wilted after a couple of slaps, but perhaps this was the effect of the drug.

“Mmh!”

The man changed position and grabbed Yan’s member. Now Yan was on his hands and knees on the bed. Something heavy pressed against his buttocks. The position, somewhat reminiscent of doggy style, made Yan blush.

“Ah, w-wait. Mmh…!”

The man’s hand stroked Yan’s dick with relentless movements. His palm was slightly rough, creating an unusual pleasure with each rub. Yan swallowed his moans as he swayed his hips. Meanwhile, the man used his other hand to slap Yan’s buttocks lightly.

“Mnh, ah… Haah.”

It wasn’t as severe as before. But with his buttocks already swollen, even playful stimulation spread a stinging pain. And yet his dick was steadily feeling pleasure, leaving Yan unable to tell whether he was feeling good or bad.

While continuing to tease Yan from both front and back, the man whispered in his ear:

“Your dick is cute.”

“Ah…!”

At those mischievous words of praise, Yan reached his climax. The man took his semen-covered hand and rubbed it on Yan’s buttocks. The semen coated his reddened buttocks like ointment. The glossy, shiny buttocks looked quite appealing, and the man smiled with satisfaction.

“Sometimes these cute little games are nice.”

“G-games…”

Games? Was this really just a game?

Is this what SM clubs are normally like? Yan wondered, breathing heavily. Instead of answering that question, the man stood up from the bed.

“Do you like giving head?”

“…What?”

“Want to suck me off?”

I want to cum too. The man said, unbuckling his belt. As his dick was finally revealed, Yan swallowed hard.

***

“I’ve been defiled…”

The morning commute was always tiring, but the next morning’s journey to work was exceptionally difficult. Yan staggered onto the crowded subway. As he was jostled back and forth among the passengers, he floundered in self-reproach.

‘I never used to be this reckless before.’

Yan wasn’t conservative by nature and had dated as much as anyone else. He had entered relationships with lukewarm feelings and ended them just as easily. But he could say with certainty that he had never had a one-night stand.

Whenever he wanted to have sex with someone, he did so after going through the dating procedure. It wasn’t that he felt compelled to do it that way, but conversely, there was no reason not to do it that way either.

“No, it’s okay. We didn’t go all the way.”

The definition of sex varies from person to person. For Yan, sex meant penetrating a pretty hole. Even if positions were reversed, it would at minimum involve “being penetrated by a well-shaped dick.” Of course, that area would be the buttocks, not the mouth. By that logic, fellatio didn’t fall under the category of “sex.” It seemed a bit ambiguous, but that was how it was.

Yes, this was more like tutoring than sex. Yan thought, nodding to himself.

“Wait.”

Yesterday, even as he collapsed exhausted onto the bed, Yan had grabbed the man. The man, who was preparing to leave, turned his head.

“What?”

“Um, I know it’s late to ask this, but are you really that? A sadist?”

“That’s a quick question.”

The man chuckled. Perhaps because he had just ejaculated satisfyingly, he seemed even more cheerful than before.

“To be precise, I’m a Dom with sadistic tendencies.”

“Dom…”

Yan rolled the word around in his mouth. Dom, as in Dominate. Even without quick internet research, he could guess it meant “to control” or “to dominate.”

“Are sadists and Doms different?”

“They are.”

“Really? I’ve heard that, but I don’t really understand the difference.”

Yan mumbled. The man’s dick had been visually impressive, but sucking it had hurt his mouth. He was tired, and his jaw ached.

“Does Sirius have those tendencies too?”

“Sirius, huh.”

Only after hearing the man’s murmur did Yan realize he had mentioned Sirius’s name. He felt he shouldn’t have done that, but he couldn’t take back words already spoken.

“In my opinion, probably.”

“Really?”

Yan lifted his head sharply. The man was grinning.

“That man has similar tastes to mine.”

“You know Sirius?! No, wait, what makes you so sure?”

“Intuition.”

It might sound absurd, but Yan knew that such answers could be surprisingly accurate. Even in police work, cases were sometimes solved by an investigator’s intuition. Particularly when dealing with non-human species, he thought a shaman might be more useful than a police officer.

“Um, then…”

Could he ask this? Yan hesitated but finally spoke. This man was the only one he could turn to for help.

“How can I become the type that someone like you would be interested in?”

“What a cute thing to say.”