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“Siebren, I left your present in your room.
Would you put it on and sit there waiting for me?”
A rare “favor” from Reinhardt.
He’d just come back from a mission and, unusually giddy, rushed over to me—only to drop that line and hurry off somewhere else.
He said to put it on and wait. So that means it’s something wearable, right?
Did that Reinhardt actually prepare some kind of accessory?
Siebren wondered that—but more than curiosity, a faint sense of dread crept in.
Still, he decided to head to his room as instructed.
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“It” was on his favorite desk chair.
A grotesquely thick head, as plump as a woman’s fist.
Not quite as thick as Reinhardt’s, but still heavy—and longer than his.
It was what you’d call a dildo.
Coated thoroughly in lube, it stood upright on the chair, glistening obscenely under the light.
Blunt, shameless lust.
Reinhardt had always had a habit of disregarding mood—but even so, this was clearly overkill.
More than shock, Siebren felt exasperation win out. He let out a sigh as he approached it.
At the base, a pink ribbon—clearly meant to be tied into a butterfly shape but badly failed—was sloppily wrapped around it.
Near it sat a memo that read: “for you.”
“Put it on and wait.”
Yeah… that’s exactly what he meant.
“…Reinhardt… how can you be such a man…”
Muttering in disbelief, he picked up the dildo.
The heavy, dense weight of silicone. The disturbingly realistic veins.
For a split second, he almost faltered.
When he lightly stroked it, feeling the slickness of the lube and the uneven ridges beneath his palm, he swallowed hard.
There wasn’t even anyone here reacting to him—
and yet he slowly wrapped his hand around the shaft, stroking it up and down, imagining Reinhardt wanting him to wear this… imagining what would happen afterward.
A sweet shiver ran through his hips.
He hadn’t even touched himself, yet he realized his own length was already half-hard inside his underwear.
I’m not exactly one to talk, he thought—clearing his throat awkwardly, though there was no one to excuse himself to.
“Honestly… at my age, playing with something like this…”
He tried to sound critical—but his lips were already slack with anticipation, saliva pooling in his mouth.
Kneeling before the desk chair, he froze for a moment, eyes locked on the thick shaft like a dog ordered to wait.
He knew.
There was no need to please some lifeless object.
He knew that.
But instinctively—he wanted to taste it.
The next moment, his lips were sealed around the swollen head.
Like he always did—like offering affection—he pressed a light kiss to the tip.
It wasn’t salty. There was no scent of sweat.
He’d known that, of course… but still, it disappointed him slightly.
Without hesitation, he slowly took it in, all the way to the base.
“…mm… ngh… f—”
The dildo filled his mouth completely, reaching the back of his throat, blocking his airway.
Not as thick as Reinhardt’s—but longer.
He was used to this—but still, he nearly gagged. Even so, he moved his throat deliberately, trying again and again to swallow around it, stimulating the deepest part of his throat.
Breathing grew difficult.
His head started to haze over.
Even that only sharpened the pleasure.
Desperate to “please” it, he tried harder to swallow around it.
But through the fog in his mind, a rational voice warned him he’d gone far enough.
He pulled it halfway out so he could breathe.
He coughed hard.
Drool spilled from his mouth in heavy drops, forming a small puddle on the chair.
A clear strand of saliva stretched between his lips and the swollen tip.
“Does it feel good?”
The words slipped out before he could stop himself—even though there would be no answer.
Then, to prepare himself, he began sliding his fingers down to his own hidden place.
It had been a while.
Tracing a finger along the plump rim, he felt it twitch at the soft stimulation.
It was tight—but still, he added one finger… then two… slowly working himself open.
Gradually, it loosened, softening like it had before.
When the pad of his finger brushed that sweet spot, a moan escaped him.
A syrupy sound spilled from his throat.
He wanted more. He craved it.
But he pulled his fingers out.
He’d learned from experience—
overdoing it now would only ruin the real fun waiting for him.
Then he turned back toward the chair, bracing his hands on the desk as he tried to straddle it—but it was just too big. Too long. It didn’t go the way he wanted.
Growing impatient, he lowered his hips, trying somehow to guide it inside—only to fail.
Still, he didn’t give up. He kept trying again and again.
This time the largest part of the swollen head slipped past the ring and pushed its way in.
A soft, broken sob escaped him as he looked down at it entering his body—but much of it was still exposed outside. It wasn’t fully inside yet.
He gave it a brief glance, then slowly lowered his hips again.
“Ahh… ngh… haa…”
When he forced himself to push, he could feel it gradually sliding in with wet, obscene sounds.
The sensation of it scraping along his insides, constantly pressing against his prostate, stole his breath.
A feeling he had almost forgotten sent numbness spreading through his entire body.
It was long—longer than usual—and it reached deeper than he was used to.
At the moment his hips finally sank all the way down, he let out a deep breath—equal parts accomplishment and faint exhaustion.
There was a slight sense of discomfort.
He was almost afraid to tense his abdomen, so he exhaled slowly, trying not to strain, closing his eyes for a moment.
Right now, more than anything, he wanted to start moving his hips—wanted to stroke his own cock, painfully hard with arousal.
But he knew that wasn’t what Reinhardt wanted from him.
So Siebren endured.
He really expect me to wait like this?
He found himself resenting Reinhardt just a little as he steadied his breathing—
And then, without even a knock, the door suddenly burst open.
He was truly a thoughtless idiot, utterly lacking in consideration—
the words almost left his mouth.
Even though he knew full well Siebren didn’t want the young men in the hallway to see him like this. That fool.
Standing there, just as expected, was Reinhardt—wearing a mischievous grin.
“Siebren, apologies for keeping you waiting!”
That smile didn’t look even slightly apologetic.
Siebren couldn’t help but frown.
“You’re late. Close the door.”
“My apologies.”
Saying it lightly, Reinhardt locked the room, then immediately rushed over to him. He pulled Siebren’s head close and pressed a kiss to his forehead, full of affection.
That alone slowly melted Siebren’s frown, and he sent Reinhardt a soft, sweet look.
Their gazes tangled.
The kisses moved—from his forehead to his cheek, from cheek to lips.
After several pecking kisses, Reinhardt looked at Siebren’s current state and gave a satisfied, low hum.
“Well? Do you like my present?”
“…Yes… a bit… tight… but not bad… Where on earth did you even get something like this…”
“Is that so! I’m glad!”
Reinhardt beamed happily—and then wrapped his arms around Siebren, almost draping himself over him.
He cupped Siebren’s cheeks in both hands, gazing at him lovingly for a moment.
Then he leaned close, bringing his lips to Siebren’s ear, and whispered—
“Siebren…”
His hot breath brushed against Siebren’s ear, sending a shiver racing down his spine. Instinctively, he clenched around the thing inside him.
Anticipation made his heart pound. When he looked up at Reinhardt, he was met with a gentle smile.
“…Reinhardt, please.”
“Please? Please what?”
“…Please. Fuck me.”
“As you wish, Siebren”
Reinhardt smiled in satisfaction and embraced him again. Then, without warning, he ran his tongue along Siebren’s ear.
A sharp tremor shot through his spine.
When Reinhardt nibbled and sucked at it, waves of tingling sensation overtook him. Reinhardt fondly toyed with Siebren’s pointed ear, cradling it in his large hand. From the ear trapped within his grasp came sticky, wet sounds, along with warm pleasure that flooded inward.
It felt unbearably good.
The fact that he wanted more—wanted to be touched even further—made him flush with embarrassment.
His breathing grew heavier.
At the same time, the ache slumbering deep inside his body began to swell. His lower half was already reacting, as if begging to be taken quickly.
“Reinhardt…”
When he called his name, Reinhardt turned toward him. Their lips met immediately. Their tongues tangled, saliva exchanged as though they were trying to steal each other’s breath. It was a fierce, devouring kiss.
The rough surfaces of their tongues brushed together, grinding hungrily.
Just as he reached the brink of oxygen deprivation—on the verge of losing consciousness—he was finally released.
Panting, Siebren looked up to see Reinhardt straighten from his bent posture and press the bulge in his trousers against Siebren’s face.
He was fully ready for battle.
Even through the fabric, the heat and solid weight were unmistakable. Siebren swallowed.
Instinctively, he wanted it.
He wanted to take it inside himself and ruin himself with it.
Unable to resist, he mouthed the tip through the cloth. It seemed to grow even larger. Soaking the fabric with saliva, he sucked at it fervently. Careful not to let his teeth scrape, he licked it attentively, feeling it harden more and more.
He lifted his gaze provocatively, lips curling into a teasing smile.
That must have been the last straw—because he heard the buckle of a belt being undone.
Freed from his underwear, it was already fully erect, thrusting upward toward the ceiling. Pre-fluid continued to bead at the slit.
When Siebren kissed and sucked at the leaking tip, he felt it twitch violently.
“Haah… Siebren… please.”
Hearing his name called so desperately only heightened his arousal, and he clenched around the dildo inside him.
Shuddering from that stimulation, he extended his tongue along the plum-like crown. The bitter-salty taste of pre-cum spread across his mouth, making him wince slightly—but he continued, tracing the vein along the underside with his tongue.
Reinhardt let out a low, pleased groan.
Wanting to make him feel even more, Siebren carefully licked around the ridge of the head. Reinhardt stared down at him, eyes dark with want.
Siebren opened his mouth wide and took in as much as he could.
The scent seemed fainter than usual—he must have showered beforehand.
Though it grew hard to breathe, Siebren moved his head back and forth desperately, continuing to stimulate him.
“—Siebren…!”
Reinhardt was clearly close to his limit. He only grew harder, swelling inside Siebren’s mouth, filling it.
Sensing it, Siebren quickened his pace.
Reinhardt gently stroked the back of Siebren’s head, running his fingers through his hair.
Relishing that touch, Siebren took him deep into his throat—swallowing around him just as he had with the dildo earlier. His tongue felt the heavy pulsing as he buried his nose against Reinhardt’s under hair, inhaling deeply.
The scent of sweat… and faintly, detergent.
“S-Siebren… I’m coming… I’ll come in your mouth—!”
And at the same moment Reinhardt climaxed, Siebren did as well.
A powerful surge shot into the back of his throat. He struggled not to cough, forcing himself to swallow it down.
Thick. Dense.
The raw, green taste and smell filled his mouth, clinging to his throat, making each swallow difficult.
Still, he sucked firmly, determined to draw out every last drop.
The hand gripping his hair tightened roughly.
It should have hurt—but even that felt good.
Confused by the fact that he found pleasure in it, he nonetheless licked him clean with care, leaving not even a trace behind.
“Haah… haah…!”
After emptying himself completely, Reinhardt looked down at him with eyes even more heated than before.
Then he crouched down and slowly reached toward Siebren’s own cock—already stretched tight and aching.
It was so sensitive that even the slightest touch threatened to push him over the edge. When Reinhardt gently kneaded it, soft and slow, the sensation was unbearable.
“You look like you’re having a pretty rough time.”
With that, Reinhardt curled his lips into a wicked grin and began stroking him up and down.
He didn’t change the slow pace—just kept stroking steadily. At the same time, he ran a hand over Siebren’s abdomen, occasionally pressing down firmly, as if to remind him of what was buried deep inside.
Each time he did, Siebren’s hips jolted upward and a high, broken cry slipped from his throat.
Whenever he was about to climax, Reinhardt would pull his hand away—denying him at the very brink.
Being kept in that state, constantly stopped just before release, was enough to drive him insane.
He was so close—so close to coming—yet not allowed to. The frustration and mounting desperation dulled his ability to think. His body burned hot; sweat poured from him without stopping.
“Reinhardt… ah… please… please…!”
Tearful, he looked up at him in desperate plea.
Reinhardt responded with a slow, crooked smile.
There was something dangerously alluring about it. A predatory glint in his eyes sent a chill down Siebren’s spine. It felt as though he were being pierced through by a hunter’s gaze.
Half fear. Half anticipation.
When Siebren tried to touch himself, Reinhardt caught his wrist and stopped him.
“Don’t touch.”
“Please, please, Reinhardt… I’m at my limit.”
“Then don’t touch. Make yourself come on your own. You understand what I mean, don’t you? My clever, beloved one.”
The unexpected command left Siebren confused—but he knew he had no right to refuse. He understood that better than anyone.
Slowly, he lifted his hips and tried stimulating himself with the dildo—but the pleasure was so intense that after one movement he froze completely.
Still, once desire had been ignited, it couldn’t be extinguished.
Remaining seated, he ground himself against it, pressing it deeper toward his colon. Even that alone felt overwhelmingly good. He gripped Reinhardt’s clothes tightly, trying to endure the rising pleasure.
“You look like you feel amazing, sweetie.”
Reinhardt asked it playfully, almost amused.
Instead of answering, Siebren gave a small, frantic nod.
“Already about to come?”
“Ah— I’m— I can’t take it anymore— Reinh—! I can’t, I can’t…! Please, touch me— please…”
Even as he regretted begging so shamelessly, he couldn’t stop himself from saying it aloud.
The embarrassment was so overwhelming his voice nearly faded away.
Reinhardt stroked his hair and murmured, “What a cute one you are,” before suddenly burying his face between Siebren’s thighs.
He hadn’t expected that at all. The shock made him arch backward instinctively.
But that resistance meant nothing—Reinhardt latched on firmly, and Siebren had no choice but to submit almost immediately.
The soft warmth inside Reinhardt’s mouth enveloped him completely.
It was his first time experiencing this. He was confused—but the pleasure outweighed everything else. Without realizing it, he’d thrust his hips forward.
Reinhardt seemed to notice; a low, amused chuckle reached his ears. Flustered, Siebren tried to pull back—but it was too late.
This time Reinhardt held him in place properly.
Trapped, with nowhere to escape, the real torment began.
At first it was only light licks. But gradually, the intensity increased—and with it, the pleasure.
He tried to hold back his voice, tried to endure—but it was impossible.
“Don’t worry about making noise. Let it out.”
With that coaxing whisper, Reinhardt sucked hard—
And a cry tore from Siebren’s throat.
He didn’t miss that opening, pressing the attack further.
“ah—… wait—…!”
Reinhardt found every sensitive spot with terrifying precision, driving him steadily toward climax. And even then, he didn’t stop—continuing relentlessly.
There was something almost frightening about that mercilessness.
And yet… it was undeniably captivating.
He couldn’t deny that he was being drawn in—becoming addicted to it.
“I—I’m coming— coming, Rei… n-hardt—! I’m—ah— don’t—ah wait— stop—!”
Just as he thought he was about to climax, there was a soft pop—and Reinhardt’s mouth pulled away.
Instinctively, Siebren thrust his hips forward, bucking helplessly in humiliation.
He didn’t understand what had just happened.
In contrast to his confusion, Reinhardt wore a fearless, knowing smile.
“Why…?”
As he struggled to comprehend, Reinhardt tied a pink ribbon snugly around the base of his shaft.
“W—what are you—?!”
“You like this sort of thing, don’t you?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You ordered one of those… cock rings the other day, didn’t you?”
It was true he had ordered one—but not for play like this. It had only been out of idle curiosity, nothing more!
He was about to protest—
But Reinhardt cut him off before he could say a word.
And just as he was about to fire off a complaint—
“Ah—?!”
The sudden, intense stimulation left him capable of nothing but a high, broken cry.
Once again, Reinhardt drew him into the soft warmth of his mouth.
But this time, it was different.
It was unbearably suffocating.
With the “exit” blocked, he felt as though the cloudy liquid with nowhere to go was being forced back inside him. The sensation was overwhelming.
And yet—what shocked him most was that the pleasure surpassed even that discomfort.
The fact that he was responding to it—accepting it—felt unbearably pathetic.
Still, clinging to the last shreds of his pride, he desperately tried to maintain his composure.
It didn’t last long.
Confused by this unfamiliar sensation yet unable to deny that he was enjoying it, he was left stunned by himself. As if sensing his inner turmoil, Reinhardt only intensified things, moving his tongue faster.
Obscene, wet sounds echoed through his ears, reverberating directly into his brain.
“S-stop— ah— take it off—! Hii— nngh— aaah—”
His pleas fell on deaf ears.
In fact, they only seemed to encourage Reinhardt further—though Siebren wouldn’t realize that until later.
There was no time to think; the relentless assault left him reeling. Whether Reinhardt had been watching carefully for the perfect moment or not, it felt as though he chose exactly the right timing to make a final push.
Each time his slit was probed by a teasing tongue, each time the underside was traced from base to tip, his body spasmed violently, preparing for release.
“Ahh— I want to— Reinh— I want to come— Let me— please”
His voice grew louder without restraint. His throat felt parched. It was as though all the moisture in his body had evaporated.
He knew this was dangerous—knew he was being pushed too far.
But the body is honest.
He arched reflexively, hips pulling back, yet escape was impossible. Held firmly in place with one hand, completely locked on, there was nothing he could do but endure.
All he could do was cry out, pleading that he’d reached his limit.
Reinhardt showed no sign of stopping.
If anything, he seemed more emboldened, pressing on mercilessly.
Finally unable to endure it, Siebren thrashed—but the overwhelming strength pinning him rendered it useless.
He searched desperately for some way out of this predicament, but nothing came to mind as time continued to slip by.
“H—ah! I’m,..I’m gonna—I can’t—!! I-I-I can’t— let it out!”
His body trembled in sharp, repeated spasms.
And yet—something was missing.
He couldn’t quite reach it.
Despite drowning in near-painful pleasure, the frustration of not being allowed release twisted inside him. The trapped heat continued to build within his body, only increasing his desperation.
Desperate to be freed, he began moving his hips on his own—
Unaware that this very act was opening the door to something even more overwhelming.
After pulling his mouth away, Reinhardt wore a slightly apologetic expression.
“…Perhaps I really did bully you too much,” he murmured, reaching to untie the ribbon—but it wouldn’t come loose easily.
“I’m sorry, Siebren.”
“Hah… ah— what— what is it, hurry—!”
“It seems I tied it a little too tightly.”
“Haah!? Ah— ngh”
“It’s fine. I’ll get it off right away.”
That wasn’t the point.
He urged him to hurry, and finally the knot came undone. He thought at last he’d be able to release properly—
—but he needed stimulation.
“Ah— Rei— Reinhardt… your hand… stroke me…”
“Ah, of course.”
Reinhardt answered pleasantly—but suddenly his shaft was gripped and pumped quickly, a wet sound escaping.
“W-wait— not so sudden— ah—I-I can’t!”
“What?”
“Ah— why— don’t— stop— ahh— aaah…”
He had been right on the verge—yet just as suddenly, Reinhardt let go.
Instead of bursting out forcefully, his semen simply dribbled slowly down his shaft.
There was no sense of release.
Just a small, lingering, syrupy climax that refused to end.
“Haah— th-this is the worst…!”
Why was he being so cruel today? Reinhardt was unusually mean.
If only he’d treat him normally, like always.
He struck Reinhardt’s shoulder weakly, but the man didn’t budge.
“Haah… aah…”
As the climax faded, he tried to steady his breathing. His head felt hazy.
But unlike a normal release, he still felt unsatisfied—like he hadn’t fully emptied himself. It was frustrating. His shaft still throbbed with heat.
“Are you alright?”
Reinhardt asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
But Siebren wasn’t in any condition to answer.
He managed only a low, groaning sound in reply. Reinhardt seemed to smile wryly, but Siebren didn’t care.
Right now, he was too overwhelmed with his own sensations to worry about anyone else.
“And this is only the beginning,” Reinhardt added.
The moment he felt hands slide under his arms, a bad premonition ran through him.
“W-wait, not yet— wait—!”
In the next instant, his body was lifted—
—and with a slick, obscene series of sounds, the dildo was abruptly pulled from him.
The shock left his body unresponsive. His vision flickered; his thoughts went blank.
“Gh— gha—!!!? ”
The impact was too intense to endure.
He ended up spilling himself violently.
“Whoa— that was close.”
“…Ah… ahh—… ah…”
While he remained dazed, lost and trembling, Reinhardt looked thoroughly entertained.
“As I thought… this part of you really is remarkable. Look—your hole is gaping wide open.”
As he spoke, he used his index and middle fingers to spread it apart.
The thick, petal-like flesh opened fully, exposed to the air, and Siebren’s body trembled. The ripened red membrane glistened, each fold writhing like a living thing—undeniably obscene. Watching a clear strand stretch between them and snap was enough to leave one unsure what emotion to even feel.
“Rein… please… please…”
“Forgive me. I should put it in soon.”
His voice sounded gentle—
—but the next instant Siebren was forced onto his back against the desk, and there was nothing gentle about that strength.
A hot mass pressed against him—
—and then slowly began to push inside.
“Ahh— ggh—…”
Even though he had been stretched with a dildo, Reinhardt was simply too large.
The invading heat spread his inner walls as it forced its way deeper, pressing forward without restraint. The pressure stole his breath, a suffocating tightness filling him—
—but that was only the beginning.
What he thought had paused midway suddenly thrust forward all at once, driving to the deepest point. At the same time, he could swear he heard their hips collide.
The force of it knocked the air from his lungs entirely, leaving him gasping. He flailed weakly, trying to escape the suffocating sensation—but it was meaningless, and helplessness consumed him.
Siebren arched back with a beastlike cry.
Reinhardt, in contrast, let out a low groan, breathing heavily as he reveled in the feel of Siebren’s inner walls.
Then, without warning, the rhythm began.
Violent thrusts followed.
Dry slapping sounds of skin against skin echoed through the room, accompanied by wet noises from where they were joined. It was obvious plenty of lubricant had been used—yet even so, the friction built such heat it felt as though he were being scorched by flame.
“Ah— ggh— ngh— oh— nnh— ah—…”
“Does it… feel good?”
At the question, Siebren gave a small nod.
Reinhardt smiled in satisfaction.
Seeing that smile made Siebren’s chest tighten.
“Rein… I love you… love you…”
“Ah. As do I.”
“Ah— ngh—!?”
Before he could finish speaking, Reinhardt’s hips began moving even more violently, reducing him to wordless cries.
Even so, he desperately tried to keep speaking, trying to make himself understood between broken gasps.
“Fe— feels… so good— ahh—”
The moment he received a short reply, his mouth was sealed.
Even while kissing him, the thrusting never stopped—utterly merciless.
And yet—
Though it should have been overwhelming—
It felt unbearably good.
“How adorable.”
Those whispered words flooded his mind, drowning it in pleasure.
He couldn’t think anymore.
It felt as though he had been reduced to nothing but a doll of flesh that existed solely to crave sensation.
He wanted more.
It wasn’t enough.
Nowhere near enough.
“Ah— more… give me… more…”
“… you really are adorable.”
A particularly hard thrust struck him, and his vision turned completely white.
“Ah— oh— aaah—”
The moment he reached climax, he felt a large amount released deep inside him, and the surge of happiness only intensified.
Even though he had no womb, the sensation of being filled with seed stirred something inside him, making the excitement burn even hotter.
As though determined to empty himself completely, Reinhardt ground deep inside him—and before long, he was already hard again. Restored to full strength, thick and formidable as ever.
After a few deliberate thrusts, as if confirming it, he pulled out once—
—and then slammed back in.
The impact was overwhelming. His entire body began to convulse.
“Nh—ha— haah—Rein…”
“The night is still long. I won’t be letting you rest.”
True to his word, he was taken again and again.
By the time dawn finally arrived and he was at last released, he was completely spent, too exhausted to move.
“Good job my boy, Siebren.”
A gentle hand stroked his head.
Wrapped in that comforting touch, sleepiness overtook him. He closed his eyes without resistance and let consciousness slip away.
“I love you.”
Those were the last words he heard.