Foot Worship Chapter 24

Jerome began to walk, taking me with him. I tried to force some strength into my shaky legs, but they buckled uncontrollably. Even though I couldn’t see them, people were probably looking at us strangely. A man of my size, unable to even walk properly, being held up by another man—it certainly wouldn’t look normal. Even through all this, the vibrator churned violently, ravaging me from within.

“H-hup, wait, just a moment.”

Despite my pleading, Jerome led me away without mercy. I realized we had finally exited the restaurant when the sharp, cold wind hit my body. Only after walking a bit further did he stop and catch his breath. As I pulled Jerome’s coat down, the view of the dark parking lot came into sight. Jerome’s car was nearby. Whether from the cold or the vibrator pulsing inside me, my body shivered uncontrollably. As my legs gave way and I started to collapse, Jerome grabbed my arm to support me. At that moment, I felt a thick liquid oozing down between my legs. The semen I had ejaculated was overflowing from my underwear. As I grabbed my waistband and awkwardly spread my legs, a low chuckle sounded from above my head.

It was clearly an embarrassing and difficult situation, but this damn body was running wild, unable to withstand the arousal.

“If you stay like that any longer, your cock is going to go limp. It’s a shame, but let’s watch the movie another time,”

“No. I can, watch it.”

I couldn’t let his plans be ruined because of me. In truth, I was worried he might mistake me for a Brat—a submissive who ignores the Dom’s commands and acts on their own whim. I hadn’t known even I would be this helpless against a single vibrator given my build, but if he just lowered the intensity a little, I could endure it. Jerome leaned down slightly to meet my eye level. His eyes curved into crescent moons, and he lightly tousled my hair with his hand.

“You’re admirable.”

“…C-could you just, please, ugh, lower the vibration.”

“I was thinking of taking it out since your attitude is admirable, but do you want me to lower it instead?”

“No!”

“Go to the backseat and take your pants off.”

Even in this moment, the vibrator was showing off its presence inside me. When he let go of my arm, my legs gave out, and I slammed my knees onto the ground. With a groan, as my body collapsed, Jerome rushed over in one step to support me. As I tried to stand up somehow, I must have bumped the controller, because the vibration continued for a long time before stopping abruptly. Did the battery die? Just as I tried to put strength into my legs in the moment of stillness, the vibrator began to hammer at my inner walls like crazy.

“Aaaah!”

A sharp sound escaped my lips, and my upper body lunged forward. I barely managed to keep myself up by bracing my arms against the ground, but a numbing sensation that made my teeth grind swept through my body. It hadn’t turned off; it seemed the mode had just changed.

“If you’re this helpless, will you even be able to play later?”

“…I, I can. Ugh.”

I crawled toward the car as if dragging myself along the floor and opened the backseat door. Fortunately, there were no cars in the adjacent parking space, so I could open it wide. As my face hit the seat, my whole body went limp. The vibrator, which had gone quiet, began to churn within me again. As I rubbed my face against the seat, I scratched the upholstery with my fingernails in pain that had surpassed mere pleasure.

He followed me into the backseat, closed the door, and took off my pants. I got on my knees and bowed, sticking my hips high into the air to take my position. Jerome clicked his tongue and pulled out some tissues to wipe my thighs. I didn’t need to look to know what the back was like. The scrap of fabric meant to hold my penis would be soaked and hanging limply with semen, and the space between my legs would be a mess, covered in sticky fluid.

“Relax your body.”

Jerome took the controller fixed to the strap and turned the power off. As the vibration subsided, I strangely felt a wave of sorrow and burst into tears. To keep Jerome from seeing me cry, I covered my face with both arms and forced myself to suppress my sobs. He grabbed the condom that had come out of my body and pulled. Contrary to my mind’s desire, my body clung tightly to the vibrator, refusing to let go.

“Relax.”

A stinging slap landed on my buttocks. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to force my body to relax. Finally, the opening loosened and spat out the sphere. The moment I realized everything was over, my consciousness, which I had been barely clinging to, began to fade.

In my first year of middle school, I felt vaguely that I was different from others. Having shown talent for judo early on, I joined the judo club shortly after entering middle school. That place was the first hierarchical group I had ever encountered. The hierarchy between seniors and juniors was so intense that there was even a saying: “Seniors come before teachers.” Perhaps it was in this small group that I first learned the concept of absolute obedience.

That day was the day of the initiation ceremony with the second and third-year seniors of the judo club. We exchanged simple greetings and listened to the rules of the club. The ceremony itself wasn’t anything particularly special. Just when I started to feel bored, Go Jeongmyeong, the judo club captain, lined up the first-years in a row.

The seniors aligned themselves facing the first-years. Just like when sparring, a sense of tension mixed with an unidentifiable pressure filled the air. Overwhelmed by the atmosphere, I froze on the spot.

“This is a tradition of our judo club: Yuneungjegang (yielding to control the strong).”

Suddenly, Go Jeongmyeong began to slap the first-years one by one. A sharp friction sound rang through the wide judo practice hall. Slap—the moment I heard the sound of skin against skin, a chill ran down my spine.

Soon, Go Jeongmyeong approached me and raised his hand. The moment my head turned with the sound of the slap to my cheek, a strange feeling washed over me. The body heat of another person on my cheek, the warmth felt from the palm, the sensation of friction followed by the separation, and the shock of having been hit—all of it tangled together on my tingling cheek. And this thought occurred to me: It’s thrilling. Absurdly, the first slap I had ever received in my life didn’t hurt; it was thrilling. That night, I had a dream about getting slapped by Go Jeongmyeong. When I woke up in the morning, my pants and underwear were soaked.

“Jin.”

Startled by the sound of my name, I opened my eyes. Blinking slowly, I looked around. Jerome was sitting in the driver’s seat, and the car was parked in front of his house. It seemed I had fallen asleep without knowing it. Along with a slight stomachache, I felt muscle aches all over my body. It seemed my body had taken a toll from being in a state of constant tension ever since I received Jerome’s call.

“How long did I sleep—no, I’m sorry.”

“About 10 minutes.”

Jerome’s gaze was fixed between my legs. Realizing late that my lower body was exposed, I let out a sharp gasp. What kind of disgraceful scene was this? I looked around for my pants and underwear, but the backseat was neat and tidy. Instead, Jerome picked up the bag he had left in the passenger seat and handed it to me.

“There were pants in your bag, put those on first.”

“Yes.”

I unzipped the bag and took out my pants and underwear. My lower body, which had been soaked in semen just a moment ago, was strangely dry and soft. Jerome must have cleaned me up while I was exhausted and asleep. I had always been so confident in my physical stamina, yet to lose my senses over a mere vibrator—I felt pathetic. Just as I was putting my legs into my underwear, Jerome reached back and grabbed it. His turquoise eyes shone sharply.

“I told you to put on only the pants; aren’t you paying attention?”

“Ah…”

I docilely put on just the pants and read Jerome’s mood. He was staring straight ahead with an expressionless face. Before I knew it, I was lost in thought, observing his face. The line falling from his prominent forehead to his nose was truly beautiful. Even if I tried to meticulously sculpt it, I didn’t think it could come out like that.

“Was it difficult at the restaurant?”

“…Excuse me? Ah, no.”

“You kept crying even when I was wiping you off. I’m asking because I don’t know how I should take Jin’s tears.”

Unlike before, his tone was stiff and cold. I felt a sense of despair. Not knowing how to answer, my eyes darted back and forth. In truth, I didn’t know why I had cried like that either. I was the type who almost never cried during play. Once, when I did deep-throat, my throat was severely stimulated, and I shed some physiological tears, but other than that, it had never happened.

“You can speak comfortably. We aren’t even playing right now, are we?”