Bondage and Marriage - 79

“Position.”

At Ian’s command, Noah, who had his mouth slightly open, lay properly down. It was the so-called position that Ian had taught him in the early days of their marriage. The extremely lewd position where the upper body was as flat as possible while the butt was raised high. Waiting with a fluttering heart, Ian approached and inserted his fingers back there.

“Ugh, ah…”

Ian moved the candies inside until they made a rattling sound, pressing them in until there was a sense of pressure. When he thought it was lubricated enough, he rubbed the plug against it. It wasn’t the hard plastic or metal kind Noah was used to but a soft, squishy silicone, though it was quite large.

“Don’t you want to put it in properly?”

“Ah, no… Ah!”

It would’ve been easier if it were hard, but the squishy material kept slipping out without proper insertion. With a “tsk,” Ian pulled back with his finger to push it in, causing Noah’s body to tremble with the overwhelming pressure. Ah, good… huh… I want more… Noah rubbed his flushed cheeks against the floor.

Finally, as the silicone plug slowly opened him up, Noah gasped. The feeling of his back being gradually opened was very vivid. The plug moved forward little by little with wet sounds, and finally, after the thickest part was swallowed, it was held firmly in place.

“Ah… ugh…”

Feeling completely filled, Noah’s body started to move, and the silicone began to slip out. Realizing it too late, Noah tried to clench to keep it in place, but it didn’t work well. The squishy material made insertion difficult, and keeping it in was just as hard. As Noah trembled, the sound of tape being torn came from behind. Looking back, Ian was now pulling out a long piece of blue tape.

“If you want something in there, you should hold it properly.”

After teasing by pushing what had slightly come out back in deeper, Ian taped the plug in place, stretching the tape from the perineum to the back in a straight line. As if to emphasize this, Ian spanked Noah’s now exposed buttocks a few times, making a clapping sound, then picked up the paddle.

“How many did I say?”

“Ugh… th-thirty…”

Feeling the smooth, wide surface of the paddle lightly tapping and rubbing his buttocks, Noah answered by lifting his butt even higher with anticipation. How long had it been since he last got spanked… Licking his lips in anticipation of the coming pain, Noah waited.

“How about this?”

Enjoying Noah’s reaction as he flinched when Ian pressed the plug with the paddle, Ian spoke softly.

“If you don’t break your position while being spanked, I’ll give you a few more. But if you do lose your position, it ends immediately.”

Although enjoying being spanked, pain is still pain, and maintaining the position was a separate challenge. If he did well, he could enjoy more pain, but if he moved even slightly, the fun would end right away. After a moment of consideration, with a loud “smack,” Noah screamed “Ah!” as Ian started with the first spank, then gently stroked Noah’s back, smiling.

“Noah, you seem to be under some misunderstanding; I wasn’t suggesting.”

“Ahh, uh, ah!”

Pressing down on Noah’s waist, Ian spanked again with another “smack.” Noah’s body jumped. The paddle was quite painful, though not as much as a cane. The pain was already spreading through his buttocks, making them burn. But it wasn’t just the spanked area.

“Huh, ah…!”

When the paddle came down again with a sharp “smack,” the silicone was pushed in further, increasing the pressure. It felt like getting pistoned. Every spank brought double the pain, but for Noah, all that pain was pleasure and joy. Shivering and swallowing the sweet pain, Noah reached ten spanks before Ian gently squeezed his buttocks, making Noah moan in the lingering sting.

“Good, Noah?”

“Ugh, good… it’s good… Ahh!”

After tightly gripping Noah’s buttocks for a moment, Ian swung the paddle again. Each time the paddle met skin with a loud friction sound, Noah moaned, his feet tapping the ground, arching his back in pain. The burning, stinging sensation grew to be almost unbearable, turning into a tormenting ache, but paradoxically, Noah’s member only got harder.

The pain was so intense it made him grunt, but Noah loved it. The throbbing from the plug being pushed in with each spank, the pain in his buttocks, and even Ian’s hand leisurely caressing his waist…

“Ah, ah! Ugh…”

Suddenly stopping, Ian moved the plug secured by the tape, twisting it slowly as if searching for something, then adjusting its angle cunningly before spanking again, sending a shiver of pleasure up Noah’s spine. What is this feeling? As Noah trembled, with a “smack,” he let out a high-pitched moan.

The pleasure amidst the pain was unmistakable. When Ian pressed the plug, Noah’s legs tingled, his waist trembling. With a low moan, “Huh,” another loud smacking sound came as the paddle hit his buttocks again.

“Ian… Ah… uh, ugh, uh!”

With each spank, the intense throbbing pain mixed with the extreme pleasure that made his thighs clench. Noah felt like he was some kind of cat. There was a time when Noah kept a cat at the mansion, and for some reason, whenever it was in heat, it would meow, asking for its butt to be patted. This was just like that.

“Ah, uh… ha, ah…!”

After about twenty spanks, “Ah, ah…” Noah twisted his waist, his vision going white with extreme pleasure before returning to normal. He felt something slowly dripping between his legs. Even amidst this, the paddle struck, making Noah hunch his shoulders with a pained sound. Now, a burning sensation was climbing up his buttocks, and the back filled with candies and the plug throbbed sweetly.

Whether Noah made crying sounds or not, Ian spanked a few more times until Noah couldn’t hold his position anymore. Simultaneously, Ian stopped with the paddle, and with ears and eyes red, Noah made a sound of desperation.

“Ian, Ian…”

“I said I’d stop if you break your position.”

Tapping the now very red buttocks (which was quite cruel to Noah), Ian put down the paddle and gently scratched the skin, making Noah shiver with an “Ahh.” Hoping for more spanks, Noah was disappointed when Ian started to remove the tape. If only a little more…

After removing the tape, Ian pushed the plug deeper with his thumb, then forced another finger in, making Noah lower his body with a pained moan. Ignoring this, Ian pushed in another finger, poking around until Noah, unable to hold it any longer, expelled the plug he had been holding.

Despite having held such a large item, the back closed shut, slightly swollen, but Ian just leisurely added another finger, stirring inside. Mixing the candies to make a clattering sound, Noah’s waist tensed. Then, with a “huh,” Noah threw his head back.

“Ah, ah… ah…! Stop,… huh,”

When Ian pressed down on the candies at a particular spot, Noah writhed. His buttocks twitched, and when Ian squeezed them painfully, Noah made a crying sound and lowered his body obediently, but his fingers kept scratching the carpet desperately. After tormenting Noah until he was trembling, Ian finally pulled out the candies. Throwing the sticky, melted candies haphazardly into the shopping bag, Ian inserted his fingers again.

While alternately pressing down on that spot then pulling out just enough to tease, Noah panted. Deciding not to use candies next time, Ian frowned at his sticky hand before rubbing his own member against Noah’s back. With the help of the slippery fluid, as he entered, Noah’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Ah, there are still candies inside, ah, ah…!”

“Don’t worry.”

Thrusting deeply, Ian furrowed his brows, then moved his hips forcefully to thrust even deeper. As Noah writhed without making a sound, Ian bent down, biting the nape of Noah’s neck hard enough to make a sound, stopping briefly due to the intense clenching before resuming with a meaningful tone.

“Today, let’s try some enema play.”

“Ugh…”

Still feeling sticky at the back, Noah touched it for no reason. When he pushed a finger in slightly, it didn’t feel like that, but he still thought he could smell sweetness. Noah agreed with Ian’s suggestion never to use candies again. Even when Noah was at his limit, tapping his feet, instead of letting him release, Ian’s cruelty insisted on extracting all the candies properly by injecting more water…

Well, it was quite good in its own way…

After a long while indulging in his favorite kind of play, Noah, feeling like a water-soaked cotton candy, lost all motivation and sprawled on the bed. Ian, on his own accord, hugged, bit, and licked him. Literally did all that. Thanks to that, Noah’s neck felt sore all over. As sleep started to creep in, Noah yawned, feeling a slight soreness in his throat, and asked,

“But, what are we doing for dinner tomorrow?”

Curious about Ian’s intention of setting up a dinner time with the promise of dessert, Ian rested his chin on Noah’s shoulder, tilting his head slightly, asking, “What do you want to do?” His voice, full of satisfaction and laziness, made Noah unconsciously shrug. His spine shivered slightly.

“How about we go to a new restaurant opened by a colleague of our chef?”

Ah… if it’s the chef’s colleague, maybe the food would be as good? Noah’s eyes sparkled with the thought. Feeling Ian’s fingers gently tickling his nape, Noah nodded. Seeing Ian’s clearly happy smile, he suggested more.

“Then, after dinner, shall we stop by a café and go to the cinema?”

“I’d love that!”

Normally, they watched movies in the small screening room at the mansion, but watching in a cinema in town with others was quite different. At Noah’s response, Ian, looking pleased, bit Noah’s nape again while Noah burst into a bright, happy smile, saying,

“It’s just like going on a date.”

However… at Noah’s words, Ian suddenly sat up, glaring at him with a very upset look. Noah was just confused as to why Ian was suddenly like this. What? Did I say something wrong?

“It’s not like going on a date, it IS a date!”

Just moments ago, Ian seemed so satisfied he looked like he was purring, but now his mood had turned fierce, making Noah blink in surprise. Not knowing what he had done wrong, Noah shrank back a bit. Only then did Noah realize what had upset Ian. That’s because… we’re already married, so I thought we don’t do dates… Noah tried to explain, but Ian’s mood didn’t change.

“Don’t you think you’re being too indifferent, even though I’m the only one who likes you? Huh?”

Ian pressed, cornering Noah.

“And if we’re married as you say, shouldn’t you also be trying to like me? Does marriage mean no dates? Have you already caught your fish?”

Ian seemed to find everything irritating now that he was upset.

“That’s… well… I do like Ian… It’s not like I hate you or anything…”

Stammering in panic, Noah regretted saying that, seeing the hurt in Ian’s eyes. Ian was silent for a moment before letting out an almost inaudible sigh. Noah, who had never experienced a proper relationship, was at a loss in this situation. Although Ian could be annoying when he was sulking, generally, Noah was quite fond of him. Rather than disliking…

“Ian…”

Calling his name hesitantly, Noah got a cold response from Ian.

“Fine. Just make sure you show up on time when I contact you tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Noah answered meekly, and Ian, looking somewhat mollified, turned off the light, suggesting they sleep. As Noah crawled into bed, Ian, teasingly, squeezed Noah’s sore buttocks from earlier, biting his shoulder hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. Noah flinched, and then Ian hugged him tightly, making it hard to breathe. Feeling a bit uneasy, Noah soon fell into a deep sleep.

Although he dreamt of being suffocated under a giant pile of candies at first, Noah had a fairly good night’s sleep and woke up to a refreshing morning. Of course, only the morning was refreshing; his body was still half in dreamland. While Ian prepared for work, Noah, half-awake, blankly watched Ian tie his tie.

Ah… that cufflink shining from the sleeve, isn’t that the one I gave as a birthday present? He wears it often… No, he wears it because I gave it to him… In a groggy state, not knowing what he was thinking, Noah saw his phone on the nightstand, flickering slightly with light.

Seems like I got a text message, but who would send me one this early? Most of Noah’s acquaintances knew he wasn’t a morning person. However, since marrying Ian, he was slowly, unwillingly becoming one, being woken up whenever Ian left for work…

Noah flailed on the bed, reaching out aimlessly for the nightstand, looking like a pickled vegetable, either because it was funny or pitiful, Ian, showing some kindness, handed the phone to Noah’s hand, which was barely managing to move. With the phone in his hand, Noah came to a bit, squinting at the dazzling screen.

[I’m back in the country, when can we meet?]

“What’s this?”

Who’s back in the country? While Noah was still out of it, Ian, who had been watching the screen intently, muttered with a frown. Then, he shook the still sleepy Noah rather harshly.

“Who is this? Who is it, Noah?”

Perhaps because of the lingering effect from being upset yesterday, Ian asked persistently, so Noah had no choice but to rub his eyes and look properly at the screen. No matter how much he looked, the sender was unknown. With a big yawn, Noah answered, “I don’t knooow…” and Ian raised his eyebrows.

“Why don’t you know? The phone number is there.”

“I don’t… memorize phone numbers…”

Wishing Ian would let him go back to sleep, Noah looked longingly at the thick, warm, and fluffy blanket that had been pulled away. However, Ian seemed to continue his sulking from yesterday.

“Don’t you know my phone number?”

Hearing Ian’s voice, which sounded somewhat displeased, Noah snapped awake a bit. He remembered how Ian had made him very confused last night. Ian’s phone number… I sometimes get confused even with family numbers… Fumbling, Noah asked, “077?” and as expected, Ian’s face contorted.

“Everyone’s number starts with 077.”

“Then, do you… memorize my number?”

Feeling a bit wronged since who memorizes phone numbers these days, Noah protested, and Ian silently showed Noah’s own phone number on the phone. Noah had nothing to say and just quietly took the phone.

“Memorize it by the time we meet tonight. I have four personal contact numbers… all four of them.”

Not just one but four?! Well, even Tanner had multiple phone numbers for business purposes… After saving the other three numbers of his into Noah’s phone, Ian patted Noah’s head, who was staring blankly at the screen.

“If you memorize them all… I might do something nice for you at the cinema tonight.”

As the fingers patting his head slid down to tap his chin, Noah’s eyes sparkled. Something nice, what? But Ian didn’t say more and just left the room, saying they would meet in the evening. Now fully awake, Noah brought up the phone numbers Ian had saved on the screen again. The enticing proposal from Ian had long since made him forget about the text from the unknown sender.