How to Become a Sadist’s Lover

Procion gripped it firmly in one hand. The firm buttock muscles overflowed between his fingers. It had felt good to spank it too—perhaps because it was such a beautiful backside.

“Is it difficult?”

“…*sniff*.”

“Answer properly.”

Procion delivered a merciless slap. Yan’s pained squirming might have seemed pitiful, but establishing discipline from the beginning was Procion’s way of training a sub. Even for a complete novice, he disliked how Yan had been evading proper answers.

“I-it’s a little difficult, sir.”

It was obvious he was hesitating, unsure if this was the right way to answer. Procion smiled slightly and asked again:

“Just difficult? Doesn’t it feel good at all?”

“…Yes.”

Yan wondered if he’d answered too honestly, but he couldn’t just stay silent. Another slap would surely follow, and his already burning buttocks might burst if that happened.

Fortunately, Procion didn’t take issue with his answer. Instead, he asked in a suggestive voice:

“Should I make it feel better?”

“What? Oh, yes.”

Yan had no idea what “making it feel better” entailed, but he answered anyway. Procion continued kneading Yan’s buttocks as if massaging them.

“…?”

Yan suddenly thought the touch had changed somehow. The hands that had been firmly gripping his buttocks seemed to have moved toward the front…

“…!”

“Stay still.”

At Procion’s quiet command, Yan tried to calm his rising hips. However, he couldn’t help his muscles tensing as fingers parted his buttocks and entered.

“Uh, ah, this is.”

Though Procion didn’t answer, Yan thought he knew what this was. Probably a finger condom and lubricant. The squelching sound made it obvious enough.

“Do you like having a vibrator inserted?”

“Hng, hng.”

“Even if you don’t, you’ll have to learn to like it.”

Buzz—the vibration began. Yan let out a small whimper.

Did he like having vibrators inserted? He couldn’t answer because he’d never experienced it before. Since recognizing his sexual identity, Yan had always maintained a top position. This wasn’t necessarily his preference—rather, many men wanted to be penetrated by Yan due to his height and physically fit body from his profession.

Separately, Yan was quite sensitive to pleasure. Sometimes others would joke that “your whole body is an erogenous zone” because he could become undone from even small stimulation. Perhaps this physical trait made him less tolerant of pain, but that wasn’t important to consider now. What mattered was that Yan was beginning to feel pleasure from the vibrator that had been inserted into him for the first time.

“Uh, haah. Haah…”

“You’re getting hard quickly.”

Procion reached out and gripped Yan’s dick firmly. Though he didn’t seem to be moving with the intention of giving pleasure, Yan quickly became fully erect from just that touch. Unfortunately, Procion soon removed his hand.

“The remaining six strikes will be while the vibrator is inside. Understood?”

“Yes, uwaaah!”

His answer ended in a moan as the vibrator was suddenly pushed deeper. Somehow, the prospect of being struck on his bare buttocks wasn’t as frightening as before. Yan surrendered to the tickling pleasure, preparing himself for the pain that would come soon.

“Ah, aah, uh.”

Groans escaped naturally. Though he expected the strikes to fall any moment, Procion was only teasing his rear. He pushed the vibrator deeper. Each time it pressed against his insides, waves of pleasure rose.

‘His fingers are long, so this goes in quite deep.’

Sirius also had long fingers—would he behave this way in bed too? As usual, Yan’s fantasies led back to Sirius. But this time, the increasingly intense vibrations made it impossible to continue that train of thought.

“Haah…!”

Yan accepted the pleasure honestly, not trying to hide his sensations. This level was just right—not too intense, yet not frustratingly mild. It was both thrilling and comfortable. Perhaps he actually had some aptitude as a bottom.

“Ah!”

Just as he was enjoying himself, a sudden strike made Yan arch his back. His thighs reflexively tensed, causing his rear to tighten.

“Seems like you’re really enjoying this.”

Procion chuckled. Indeed, the sudden stimulation to such a sensitive area had created tremendous pleasure. His buttocks still burned while his entrance throbbed.

‘What is this?’

His body seemed to be acting independently. It felt good yet bad, bad yet good. This was a sensation Yan had never experienced before.

Whack!

“Nnh!”

The second strike was the same. The tip of his dick was already wet with fluid, but his buttocks only felt pain. By this point his erection should have subsided, but it hadn’t.

“Ah!”

By the third strike, Yan realized he was feeling pleasure and pain simultaneously. The idea that these two sensations could coexist was something he’d never imagined before.

“Wait, don’t let it slip out.”

Procion inserted his fingers into Yan again and pressed firmly on the vibrator. Each time his inner walls were pressed, Yan gasped. “Slip out”? That couldn’t possibly happen. Didn’t his muscles involuntarily tighten with each strike?

“That’s not—”

A slave wouldn’t be permitted to make excuses. Yan could only breathe heavily, not daring to continue. If he did, the number of strikes might increase, which he really didn’t want.

“Only three more to go. You can endure it, right?”

“Yes, yes.”

Procion looked down at Yan’s slightly trembling back. He thought Yan was remarkably weak to pain—a trait that seemed mismatched with his well-balanced physique.

‘Well, he’s cute, so it’s fine.’

Procion thought this as he caressed Yan’s buttocks. Even that touch was stimulating to the swollen buttocks, causing Yan to exhale a sob, but Procion paid it no mind. He decided to show mercy to this pitiful slave.

“Is that all you can manage?”

Yan jumped when Procion suddenly grabbed his dick. Procion held down his shoulder and stroked him.

“Let’s try to get harder. Surely you wouldn’t fail to get hard when your master is touching you.”

“Yes, uh, ah!”

Procion slid his fingers along the shaft of Yan’s dick. There was no need for talk of “surely your master”—with just a few stimulating touches, Yan felt like he might come at any moment.

“I-it feels good. There, feels, good.”

Swept up in pleasure, Yan had completely forgotten the pain from earlier. But behind him, Procion’s eyes gleamed.

“Ah!”

Suddenly, a sharp pain exploded across his buttocks, causing Yan’s eyes to widen. Then smack—a second strike fell. This time it seemed to be a hand rather than a cane. Regardless, it was still painful.

“Hng, huah…”

Yan began to cry. It hurt and then felt good, felt good and then hurt. He couldn’t make sense of anything anymore. Either sensation alone would drain his energy, but dealing with both simultaneously was truly excruciating.

His cruel master continued moving his hand throughout this. Tap, tap tap—with the increasingly rapid touches, Yan felt strangely rushed. Direct stimulation to his dick naturally excited him, but somehow it felt like pleasure was being forced upon him.

“W-wait, wait a moment please. I’m about to come, I’m about to—!”

The vibrator buzzed assertively. Yan tried his best to hold back, but with simultaneous attacks from front and back, it was impossible. Though his rational mind knew he shouldn’t disrespect his master’s hand, the physiological pleasure was unavoidable.

Smack!

Procion vigorously slapped Yan’s buttocks. With the brisk sound, his buttocks were pushed forward, and in that moment, Yan ejaculated.

“Ha, haah, ha…”

Yan collapsed face-down on the bed, breathing heavily. The post-orgasmic satisfaction was brief—he was hazy about what had just happened.

There must have been a spark in his brain at that moment. Otherwise, he couldn’t explain why his vision had flashed. The terrible pleasure that surged when his buttocks were struck must also have been due to something going wrong in his head.

“What kind of slave climaxes without permission?”

Before he could enjoy the afterglow, a cool voice cut in. Yan’s shoulders twitched.

“I’m sorry…”

“I’ll let it slide this time since it’s your first, but if you come without permission again, I’ll tie you up completely.”

Procion spoke sternly, despite having induced the climax himself. Yan sniffled and said, “Yes, yes.” Even in this situation, his body felt strangely languid from the aftermath of his orgasm.

“So, how was today?”

Procion asked with a grin. He produced tissues from somewhere and even wiped Yan’s semen. Yan blushed as his inner thighs were meticulously cleaned.

“…My buttocks hurt.”

“I’m sure they do.”