undercover

A handsome man entered and stopped by the bed.
"Master."
"Come on up."
He obediently got onto the bed, taking off his only piece of clothing, a pair of leather pants, and waited.
Leather restraints were put on, binding his hands to the outside of his thighs, then his legs were bent backward, his ankles also cuffed to leather rings on his thighs.
A pair of hands covered his round buttocks, tracing the crevice between his buttocks, and reaching his sensitive clitoris.
"Ugh..." He closed his eyes, hiding the disgust in them.
His mission was to infiltrate, to uncover this human trafficking ring... He had finally gotten close to the mastermind, and he couldn't let it all go to waste at this moment...
This was the third time he had been called in, and the painful memories of the first two times were still fresh; he didn't even know when it would end...
A finger invaded his soft anus, twisting and drilling inside. He gasped, instinctively clenching the foreign object tightly.
"Very sensitive, you have good aptitude... a good slave... Lie down." Black Feather coldly ordered.
He obediently lay down, spreading his thighs as wide as possible, even though the position was uncomfortable, especially his anus.
Experienced fingers continued to move inside him, soon making him pant, his penis gradually hardening.
Out of shame, he closed his eyes, frowning and enduring, yet feigning groans to appear truly absorbed, making it seem as if he were completely lost in the moment.
Kuroba rubbed the soft flesh in his hand with his thumb, slowly teasing it until the tip oozed fluid. Then he took a soft tube, about the thickness of a cotton swab, and inserted it into the glans.
"Ugh…" A painful groan escaped his lips, his hands involuntarily tightening the leather ring. The pain of the foreign object penetrating his sensitive penis made him groan and gasp for breath.
He hadn't expected to be tortured like this so early… The previous two times he'd been treated this way were towards the end…
"It hurts… Master… It hurts so much…" The thicker and deeper penetration than before made him break out in a cold sweat.
"Good boy, just bear with it a little longer." Hei Yu didn't care about his pleas at all, and instead carefully pushed the tube deeper—
"Ah!"
With his scream, the tube was already deep into his bladder, but no urine flowed out. This was because the slaves here were required to be thoroughly cleaned before being sent to accompany Hei Yu. Otherwise, if they ruined Hei Yu's fun, the consequences would be unimaginable for ordinary people.
Hei Yu smiled and rubbed his slightly softened penis, making it stand up again. Then he tightened it with a masturbation sleeve, but instead of turning it on, he played with his sweaty black hair like petting a pet.
After he had barely gotten used to the pain from his penis, Hei Yu patted his buttocks, signaling him to turn over and kneel on the bed.
"Good boy, open your mouth."
He obediently opened his mouth and took Hei Yu's hard penis in, doing his best to please Hei Yu—he had to win the status of Hei Yu's exclusive male concubine in order to have a chance to learn the organization's secrets.
Hot wax dripped onto the naked blanket without warning. He groaned in pain, quickly trying not to bite the burning heat in his mouth.
As Kuroba enjoyed his services, he casually dripped hot wax from a bright red candle, sometimes onto his back, sometimes onto his alluring mounds… and sometimes, he would use his fingers to pry open the opening and drip wax tears, causing him to tremble in pain.
This torture continued until Kuroba ejaculated his desire into his mouth.
“Don’t swallow it, keep it in your mouth.” Kuroba deliberately dripped his bodily fluids onto his tongue, testing his obedience.
He remained compliant, diligently holding the pungent bodily fluids in his mouth without changing his expression.
Satisfied, Kuroba took two items from the shelf, finally causing fear to creep onto his face.
He remembered these two items… he had broken down and cried because of this the first time he came…
“Good boy, don’t you like enemas with strong liquor?” He said as he inserted a rubber tube into the trembling anus, burying it deep enough to prevent it from falling out, then inserted the other end of the tube into a liquor bottle, and finally placed the rubber bulb for absorbing strong liquor in his right palm.
He trembled as he grasped it, looking at Kuroba pleadingly.
"Hurry up, I want to pamper you properly."
Knowing that pleading was useless, he had no choice but to grasp...
The icy liquid flowed into his body, instantly turning into a burning pain...
"Ugh..." Frowning, he couldn't help but shrink back, carefully trying not to swallow the liquid in his mouth, the pain only able to be muffled groans.
Kuroba stared at his masochistic expression, enjoying his trembling, eyes closed in extreme agony, a cold smile appearing on his face.
The feeling of controlling the flow of the alcohol into his body gave him a strange masochistic sensation, cold sweat, pain, humiliation, and pleasure mixed together, making him tremble and go limp, his mind blank...
When the whole bottle of alcohol was gone, Kuroba held his chin, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Was it comfortable?"
"...My stomach hurts so much..." He whimpered, the cloudy liquid sliding down the corner of his mouth.
"Lick it clean."
He extended his tongue and gently curled it around Kuroba's finger, his breathing rapid, cold sweat and waves of pain engulfing him.
"A good slave needs training, are you willing?" Kuroba played with his soft tongue, seeing him nod tremblingly.
He pulled out the rubber tube and inserted an anal plug, a specially made training tool that could be inflated and expanded at will.
The switch was turned on.
At first, he didn't understand what was happening, then he immediately gasped and groaned, feeling his anus gradually stretching, the swelling accompanied by a tearing, intense pain…
"Ah… um…" His terrified eyes stared at the operator in Kuroba's hand, realizing that Kuroba had no intention of stopping the expansion.
The excruciating pain shot through his spine, cold sweat and the tearing fear robbed him of his strength; he groaned in agony, convulsing helplessly.
Finally, the foreign object inside him stopped expanding; he was almost completely exhausted.
"First lesson, compress it back to its original size." Kuroba affectionately stroked his sweaty cheek.
He lowered his eyes, concealing his resentment and humiliation, biting his lower lip, and began to contract his abdomen and anus…
But it wasn't easy. The strong liquor in his stomach immediately surged with terrifying pain, gradually consuming his strength, and beads of sweat rose to his skin…
He finally managed to fulfill Kuroba's demands, but after less than three seconds of rest, the foreign object began to swell again, even more than before, and then demanded that he compress it again…
By the time Kuroba was finally satisfied with his performance, he had bitten his lower lip until it bled.
The foreign object swelled again, but instead of commanding him to tighten his anus, it maintained that size and pulled outwards.
He felt as if his anus was being pulled open from the inside out, a tearing sensation akin to excretion made him cry out.
"Ah… ahhh—"
Just as he was about to faint from the pain, he suddenly felt an emptiness in his anus, and his whole body immediately went limp, collapsing onto the bed panting. The strong liquor that flowed out touched the small tear at the opening, causing waves of pain.
"Hehehe, what a good boy, here's a reward for you." Kuroba untied the leather rings around his hands, then tied them behind his back, binding his forearms together with restraints. The connecting chains were linked to a leather collar around his neck, a design that meant he would be strangled whenever he tried to move his hands, and could only breathe properly by loosening the grip on his arms.
Then Kuroba ordered him to lie on his back on the edge of the bed, his legs still bound behind his back, but tied open with rope, his buttocks pressed against the edge of the bed, almost dangling in the air.
"Master..." he stammered, a little uneasy.
"Don't let the wine spill." Kuroba stroked his lean, muscular chest, feeling the life force beneath his supple skin.
Click, the door opened. He felt nervous and ashamed, not wanting anyone to see him in his masochistic state.
"Don't be embarrassed, this is my reward for you!" Kuroba said softly.
"Hmm..."
He could barely see a slave kneeling between his wide-open legs, and he groaned nervously and ashamedly.
"Lick it well, drink everything inside, serve him well." As soon as Kuroba's voice fell, a warm touch touched his sensitive anus.
"Ah..." He gasped, struggling in discomfort.
A soft tongue teased and licked the entrance, then invaded...
"Ah, ah..." He twisted his waist to try to avoid it, but Kuroba grabbed his penis, and a wet, itchy tongue skillfully slipped into his secret place, soft lips sucking hard, the breath from his nose between his thighs making him feel ashamed to death.
"Is your little pet shy? Slaves shouldn't have a sense of shame, you just need to enjoy it, make some nice noises for me to hear."
"Ah... ah... haa..." In an instant, he abandoned his pride, trying his best to make up for what Kuroba had done to him.
The tongue, as agile as a small snake, darted and licked the chrysanthemum bud, twisting and plunging deep... various techniques made him groan incessantly, his waist trembling and twisting involuntarily.
The spilled wine was licked away, the lewd sounds of sucking and sipping filling the air.
The sensitive inner walls trembled and contracted, a tingling heat rushing to his lower abdomen, and clear fluid began to flow from the tightly bound, hard tip.
"Ugh... Ahh..." He shook his head sadly, his eyes, moist with lust, pleadingly looking at Kuroba.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Kuroba rubbed his breasts, then stuffed his penis into his mouth again.
"Ugh..." He tried his best to serve Kuroba, enduring the torment of his sensitive rear.
"You have a great body." Stroking his taut skin honed from years of martial arts training, Kuroba dismissed the slave, untied all the restraints on his legs, and then invaded his wet chrysanthemum bud from behind.
"Ah!" A groan, concealing pain and feigned lust,
escaped his lips. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see the slave standing beside him, nor to have his disgust seen. Kuroba's hands slipped behind his knees, pulling his legs up from behind, concentrating his entire weight on the point of penetration. Unable to resist the violent thrusts, he swayed and groaned.
"Ah, ahh..."
"Haa... ah..."
After a while, Kuroba nodded to the slave.

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