When the warm softness touched his lips, Qin Mu’s mind went blank for an instant. In that moment, his heart forgot to beat, his breath lost its rhythm, and even his hearing was lost. The world turned into a quiet and pure black space, with countless white birds surging toward him, piercing through his body like arrows. They were fragments of memory. Memories of Shen Liu that he had buried with his own hands— The awkward and hesitant wine-laced kiss. The joyful kiss in the library under the setting sun. The brief, tense kiss beneath the basketball hoop. The lingering, passionate kiss during a long night’s embrace. The bitter, anguished kiss of farewell. … The long-lost sensation stirred the past, and countless similar moments overlapped. It whistled through his limbs like a gale, so fierce that his soul trembled uncontrollably. A complex and indescribable surge of emotions erupted, and the unfamiliar loss of control filled Qin Mu with panic. His body reacted instinctively. Qin Mu turned his face away. Reason returned belatedly, and when he realised what he had done, his body stiffened. As the submissive in this game, such an action was tantamount to courting disaster. Unable to see Shen Liu’s expression, the hesitant ‘Master’ he uttered, revealing a trace of unease and even a hint of weakness. Shen Liu laughed with a dangerous edge in his tone. At that moment, Qin Mu was blindfolded and securely bound. He felt like a lone herbivore on the savanna, unaware of the predator lurking in the tall grass. He was surrounded by unseen threats, and his body tensed with apprehension. He scrambled to make amends, admitting fault, “I was wrong, Master.” “This is the first time I have met a slave who refuses to be kissed by his master,” Shen Liu drawled, his voice deliberately slow. “It seems Mr. Pharaoh is used to wielding the whip and has forgotten how to be a slave. I don’t mind revisiting basic training, but unfortunately, time is short tonight, so we’ll have to speed things up a bit.” He paced the room, selecting props while musing, “A simple punishment is too dull. Let’s make it educational and entertaining, shall we?” Qin Mu sighed helplessly in his heart. His earlier action had already provoked this Dom, and any misstep now would only worsen things. He could only respond with the standard reply, “Everything is decided by Master.” Shen Liu, laden with props, placed them on the side table and began, “The rules are simple: guess the prop in my hand. Three chances per item, five seconds each. Guess correctly, and you pass. Guess wrong, and it gets used on you, in a way I choose.” “Master expects me to guess blindly from a distance?” Shen Liu’s lips curled into a smile. “I’ll give you a chance to touch it. Any other questions?” “None, Master.” “Then let’s begin. First item.” Qin Mu waited attentively. Soon, a faint coolness touched his chest, something hard sliding slowly from the centre of his chest down past his abdomen. It stopped at his c0ck, teasing it carelessly. “A friendly reminder. No answer within five seconds counts as a forfeit. Your first chance is gone,” Shen Liu said leisurely. Qin Mu blurted out in shock, “You said I could touch…” He stopped mid-sentence, realising that he had been tricked and swallowed the second half of the sentence. “I said I would let you touch it with your body. As for which part, that’s my choice,” Shen Liu said with a carefree laugh, scraping the object repeatedly against the tip of Qin Mu’s c0ck, unhurriedly adding, “This should be the most sensitive part of your body. Still can’t guess?” How could anyone guess this? Qin Mu gritted his teeth. The sensation of his sensitive tip being rubbed made him take two deep breaths, and he threw out a desperate guess, “Riding crop.” “Wrong. Keep going.” The cool and hard object moved back, pressing harder against his balls, as Shen Liu counted down leisurely, “Five, four…” “…Hand paddle,” Qin Mu squeezed out at the last second through gritted teeth. “Wrong. Such a pity,” Shen Liu said, his regret insincere. The words had barely landed when a sharp crack rang out. The strike was swift and precise, landing on the tender flesh inside his right thigh, igniting a stinging, fiery pain. Qin Mu couldn’t help but let out a muffled groan, instinctively trying to close his legs, but the bindings held firm, straining his joints with a dull ache. “Now do you know what it is?” Shen Liu asked. “…Wide ruler,” Qin Mu said, enduring the pain, roughly deducing the material from the strike’s feel and size. “Looks like you only learn through personal experience,” the man said with a chuckle, tossing the ruler aside and picking up another item. Qin Mu braced himself. However, the faint touch on his chest lasted only a moment before vanishing, as if it felt soft. “Rope?” He couldn’t be sure. “Guess again.” “…Soft whip.” “One last chance.” Shen Liu used the item to tease his nipple, alternating between light and heavy touches, switching to the other side once one began to harden. Qin Mu’s body subtly reacted to the teasing and shrank back uncomfortably. “Did I permit you to move?” The man’s warning came with a punishment, a sharp pain on his chest, making Qin Mu groan. “Give me your answer.” Recalling the faint metallic texture, Qin Mu guessed uncertainly, “Chain.” Shen Liu tsked, feigning regret. “Such an obvious hint, and you still couldn’t guess. How disappointing.” Then both sides of Qin Mu’s chest stung as the item clamped onto his erect nipples like a small mouth with iron teeth. Tiny electric currents slithered out, causing a mix of pain and numbness. He gasped deeply and gripped the steel frame tightly to maintain his posture. It turned out to be a pair of electric nipple clamps connected by a thin chain. The so-called hint was just Shen Liu toying with his chest? This guy never intended for him to guess right. Qin Mu gave a wry smile. “Next one.” Shen Liu was enjoying himself, showing no sign of stopping. After multiple wrong guesses, Qin Mu’s body was covered in mottled marks. Bound and tormented for so long, his stamina waned. He leaned against the wall and panted lightly. Shen Liu fastened a c0ck ring—one of the items Qin Mu failed to guess—around the base of his c0ck, mocking, “Mr. Pharaoh, a Dom for so long, yet you can’t distinguish these basic props. Not very competent, are you?” His gaze swept over Qin Mu’s trembling left leg, then he picked up a vibrating di-do and pressed it to Qin Mu’s lips. “One last chance.” The silicone texture was easy to recognise. Qin Mu opened his mouth to answer, but the di-do was thrust into his mouth. The next second, his jaw was gripped, Shen Liu forcing him to keep the di-do in. It went too deep, pressing against the back of his tongue, triggering a gag reflex. Qin Mu struggled, the handcuffs clanging against the steel bar. Shen Liu eased the di-do out slightly, asking, “Guessed it?” With the object in his mouth, Qin Mu could only make muffled throat sounds. “Know it but can’t say it… Frustrating, isn’t it?” Shen Liu asked knowingly. He tilted Qin Mu’s face up to expose the elegant line of his neck. His thumb slowly pressed against Qin Mu’s Adam’s apple, forcing him to swallow repeatedly. “Slave, in this game, I am the rules. You must accept everything I give, and everything of yours belongs to me. Understood?” The throat was a vulnerable and fatal point. Such an act signified complete control and dominance. Unable to speak, Qin Mu could only nod with difficulty. The di-do was withdrawn, and the grip on his jaw released. Qin Mu coughed dryly, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. As he recovered, he felt the saliva-slick di-do now pressing against his secret entrance, circling slowly before resting at his rear hole. “Want it?” Shen Liu asked. Qin Mu’s body tensed, his voice hoarse. “A slave’s body belongs to Master. I want everything Master gives me.” “Very good.” Shen Liu’s lips curved. He applied some lubricant to the medium-sized vibrating di-do. With slight force, the tip began to part his anal opening, inching inside. The sensation of his private place being invaded made Qin Mu’s teeth ache, his sphincter instinctively tightening in resistance. Shen Liu frowned. “Relax.” Qin Mu panted and tried to adjust, but for some reason, he felt so tense and inexperienced. He was unable to relax, no matter how he tried. In a panic, he called out, “Master…” Forcing entry in this state could injure him. Shen Liu slapped his thigh as a reprimand. “Can’t even handle expansion properly.” “I was wrong, Master.” Qin Mu barely relaxed when he tensed again. Something was pressing against that poor little opening once more. This time, it was fingers. Shen Liu’s movements were almost gentle, patiently slowing the pace. His passage was stretched, the lubricant squelching with embarrassing sticky sounds as it was stirred. Qin Mu’s breathing became erratic. His ears flushed red and his hands gripped the steel bars tightly, trembling as he barely held himself upright. “Feel good?” Shen Liu deliberately stoked his desire, his fingers mimicking thrusting motions inside, expertly pressing against that hidden sensitive spot. Qin Mu shuddered as if electrified, arching his neck and gasping heavily, like a fish desperate for water. Under such teasing, his c0ck gradually hardened. His tip rising, engorged with blood, making the c0ck ring at the base bite tighter, a beautiful yet cruel shackle. Shen Liu’s gaze darkened, and countless desires flickered in his eyes. Qin Mu’s back hole was breached, and his front was on the verge of falling. The man’s fingertips scr4p3d repeatedly at his sensitive tip, like some ancient sorcery, manipulating a snake of pain, itch, and irresistible pleasure slithering through his body. Qin Mu groaned. He tightly closed his lips to stifle the moans threatening to escape, and physiological tears swere oaking the blindfold. “Do your subs know their master makes these expressions?” Shen Liu’s low and husky voice whispered in his ear, sensual and provocative. “Ah, the ascetic Mr. Pharaoh, kneeling before another with legs spread wide, calling out ‘Master’ as his little hole below, clinging tightly to the fingers inside. So proper on the surface, but starving with need, just a couple of pokes and you’re so pleasured you’re about to cry.” His words were deliberately provocative, each one light as a feather. “You look beautiful right now. Should we take a picture to show them?” Qin Mu’s right leg was numb, his left leg barely holding up under the relentless teasing. These words fanned the flames of shame, a flush spreading across his body, forcing him to yield. “Please…” “Now that expression is much more pleasing,” Shen Liu said with a low chuckle. He withdrew his fingers and peeled off the lubricant-slick medical gloves. He quickly unbound Qin Mu’s right leg, catching the unsteady man around the waist and saying in a deep voice, “Foreplay’s over.” Before Qin Mu could process the meaning of those words in his dazed state, his back was pressed against the wall, and his hips lifted forcefully. A powerful body pinned him from the front, forcing his legs open again. In that narrow space, a hard, scorching c0ck aligned with his soft entrance and thrust in roughly. Qin Mu gasped, letting out a suppressed moan, his body arching sharply and the handcuffs clanging loudly. The tip of Shen Liu’s c0ck was enveloped in the wet and soft cavity. The sensation so intense that Shen Liu had to take two deep breaths to steady himself. He fought to suppress his near-exploding desire, teasing Qin Mu’s chest and softened c0ck repeatedly, his voice hoarse. “Relax, let me in.” It had been a long time since Qin Mu had experienced such intimacy. Sweat beaded on his forehead and back, the blindfold soaked through, his voice trembling as he pleaded, “Slower… Please, Master…” Shen Liu’s heart raced faster, but he restrained his urge. He controlled the rhythm and eased his grip slightly, letting Qin Mu’s weight slowly open the narrow passage. His size was considerable, and even with thorough preparation, the process was still somewhat difficult. It was torturous for both. Qin Mu clenched his teeth, his body rigid as he struggled to adjust to the intrusion, like a helpless animal caught by a predator’s jaws with nowhere to flee. When the entire c0ck was buried in that warm and intoxicating passage, Shen Liu kissed his hot ears from the side of his face and whispered softly, “Good boy.”
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