Ch1.17 - (I) Discipline and Rough Sex 2

Rong Jun was completely aware of the obscene aura floating around him, he knew what he was doing to him, but he had no self-control at all to resist. On one hand, he loathed the touch of the man in front of him, but on the other hand, he longed for him to go deeper and stop the feeling of emptiness that tormented his insides.

“Ughh… ahh…” Rong Jun was paralyzed and unable to move on the bed due to the anesthetic, but his body was trembling constantly from excitement. The clothes on his body were completely removed by Yan Chen, and the only thing that could cover him was the pair of broad hands defiling his body.

“It’s very comfortable, right?” Yan Chen’s smile was warm and gentle, his legs were kneeling on both sides of Rong Jun, and he could easily kiss the person he liked by just leaning slightly.

The only reaction Rong Jun could give him was his continuous moaning, impending tears accumulated in front of his eyes, gently cascading down, if he was seen by others they would surely feel great sympathy, but Yan Chen was different, instead of feeling sad he was pleased and aroused, his crotch getting harder and harder as he stared at Rong Jun’s pitiful state.

“Soon you will only have me in your mind.” Thinking of this, Yan Chen couldn’t help becoming more aggressive, his laughter was especially crisp and enticing.

Rong Jun really wanted to yell at him, but he couldn’t help being overwhelmed by the endless sensations spreading all over his body, so instead of yelling to get off of him, he wanted to beg the man to touch him, and even an extremely strong desire to instantly have sex invaded his mind, he couldn’t think clearly other than having sex with Yan Chen.

Enjoying the pleasure by being entangled in the man’s body, raped by his thick and long cock, soaking by the feeling of ecstasy of being fucked to the point of fainting. Yan Chen began pinching his pink nipples with his fingers, pressing and rubbing on it harshly, and flicked it one time that sent Rong Jun over the edge.

“AHH…AHHH…”

“Qingqing, we are the only ones here, you can say whatever you want, no other person will ever know what you look like in bed.” Yan Chen pressed his lower body to Rong Jun’s crotch, the rough cloth rubbed against Rong Jun’s sensitive shaft, and occasionally rubbed against the head which made Rong Jun tremble with comfort and desire, “AHHHH!!” he yelled while bursting into tears.

Yan Chen slowly guided Rong Jun’s last bit of rationality into the trap he set, and gently caressed the sensitive area behind Rong Jun’s waist with his hands, trying to intensify the pleasure he felt.

And his method did work. The tip of Rong Jun’s genitals seemed to be out of control, and the trembling of his body gradually increased. The most obvious thing was that his moan, which seemed to be crying, but his scream can only be either from shame or pleasure.

“I’ve seen all the faces you can make, you can shout and curse as much as you can.” Yan Chen continued seducing him. Seeing that Rong Jun was on the verge of breaking, he slowly squeezed his hands between his legs, touched the top of his penis with his lubricant coated hands, and then began masturbating him.

Gently stroking, and passing over the two unusually beautiful sacks, and finally stopping at his slightly fluttering hole that was looked like it was begging to be entered.

When he touched there, Rong Jun’s body trembled violently, and his voice became more and more loud, “AHH!-no-AHHHH…”

“No? But it looks like you want it. Am I right? As long as you tell me, I’ll give it to you.” Yan Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, opened his legs wide, raised his butt and placed them on his legs, and then continued trailing circles around his puckering hole, his eyes fixed on them, as if he is counting the number of folds in his hole.

“Qingqing.” Yan Chen whispered, trying to entice Rong Jun who still didn’t say a word to him. He got impatient for a short second and pressed on his hole with his thumb which made Rong Jun abruptly scream.

“Ah——” Rong Jun’s eyes was lost momentarily, his head tilting from side to side.

“Qingqing?” Yan Chen called again, this time he moved his nose in font of his hole smelling his scent, and then licked it. And this action made Rong Jun’s final wall of defense collapse.

“Ah…come in… ah… give it to me…”