“Hah, haah… Ruben…”
I whispered as I grabbed Ruben’s chin and turned it toward me. Ruben’s body became more sensitive with each round of sex, and it became easier for him to feel pleasure. Now, even when I thrust deep inside, rather than immediately losing his reason, he often responded to the pleasure I gave him. It seemed to be the same this time—Ruben wasn’t glaring at me with hatred. Tears streamed down from his languidly half-open eyes, drunk on excessive pleasure, and his pretty mouth hung half-open, panting with ecstasy.
‘So cute…’
I expressed my overflowing feelings with a kiss. As I pushed my tongue into Ruben’s mouth and fondled his cock sticky with semen, I was delighted when Ruben quickly began to get hard again. My cock also stiffened at the mucous membrane contracting as if trying to suck in my semen. Ruben must have felt it too, as his body twitched and trembled. I wanted to kiss him longer, but with tears welling up in his eyes, Ruben shook his head and whispered.
“Hic, hngh, no more… hi, hic…”
“Silly… Ruben actually likes it…”
Speaking so cutely only stoked my lust. As if to prove my point, I pressed close against Ruben’s body and began to slowly roll my hips. I kissed Ruben’s lips deeply while beginning our second round of sex without pulling out. My semen that had filled Ruben completely and his fluids tangled together, making obscene sounds.
These were the traces of our lovemaking. Our bodies had become familiar with each other through repeated sex. But Ruben didn’t know that. The fact that we had overlapped our bodies so passionately together was nothing more than a memory that would soon vanish for Ruben. This sex, too, would remain only in my memory.
Should I feel regret about that? But did I dare wish for more than this? I decided to postpone such worries for now. Only an hour remained until four o’clock, and every minute and second of our time to make love was precious.
*
“Hehe… So cute…”
I muttered as I caressed my phone screen. I had laid Ruben down on the recliner chair in one corner of the office, and I’d properly cleaned the room and even sprayed air freshener.
When I glanced back, Ruben was sleeping soundly, not at all like someone who had just been mercilessly raped. Reassured by the sight, I fixed my gaze back on my phone. After finishing all the cleanup with Ruben asleep, only a few minutes remained until four o’clock. During that short remaining time, I was idly looking at my phone.
What filled my phone screen was my collection from today. While spending time with Ruben, I had left behind quite a bit of evidence. I had preserved moments too precious to let pass as mere fleeting instants.
I had no intention of blackmailing Ruben with these. I absolutely would not threaten him with things like “If you don’t do what I say, I’ll spread these photos.” The photos I took of Ruben weren’t left behind to hold his weaknesses over him, but were truly nothing more than preserving moments I wanted to see over and over again.
So I admired my collection with a pleased heart. The first photo captured the sight of my cock filling Ruben’s cute hole. It was a photo I’d taken while fucking Ruben in a doggy-style position, stopping midway as I leisurely pulled out my cock that had been inserted all the way.
His white ass, marked red from my tight grip, contrasted even more against my dark, grotesque cock. Because I wanted to take a good photo, I spread Ruben’s ass cheeks to shoot it, making it look even more obscene as his reddened inner flesh peeked through slightly.
Moreover, Ruben’s sensitivity had been especially good that day, so he had been particularly wet. So when I pulled out my cock that had been inserted all the way, his fluids stretched like threads between his ass and my cock, glistening visibly. Though it was regrettable that Ruben’s face wasn’t visible, it was an excellent work that made me feel that moment completely.
When I moved to the next photo, I saw the sight of pulling my cock out of the boss’s hole after our last round of sex. I had come too much in such a short time and hadn’t knotted, so my semen was flowing out of the boss’s hole. It was a stimulating photo showing my clumped semen filling the gaping hole that wouldn’t close because we’d been too passionate.
Because I had ordered that day’s Ruben to hold up his own legs to make an easy position for fucking, even after I pulled out my cock, he was still spreading his hole as if showing it off to me.
Though he was biting his teeth as if frustrated, his upturned eyes unable to escape the afterglow of pleasure and his bright red face were cute. Though it was regrettable that the boss’s womb hadn’t drunk all my semen, it seemed like it would become a favorite photo because it made me feel like I’d really had sex with the boss.
‘…Today… we did it twice…’
If there had been time, I would have done it more. No matter how many times I explored Ruben’s body, I never got used to it. It was new and enjoyable every time. Recording my sex with Ruben was for that reason too. Because every round of sex felt new and I never got bored of it, I recorded it.
If possible, I wanted to record all the sex with Ruben in more detail with videos and such, but there were various constraints, so I was satisfied with simple records.
But what made me even happier was the certainty that this moment would come again. Through the power of hypnosis, I could keep Ruben within my will, at least during this time. The fact that I could finely tune even his expressions, his tone of voice, and the rhythm of his breathing in the direction I wanted gave me a strange pleasure. Rather than a desire to dominate, it was closer to a sense of stability, as if the world had momentarily entered the palm of my hand. Things that always flowed unpredictably were now moving along the trajectory I had set, thanks to hypnosis. That sensation made me feel relieved.
But sadly, humans are creatures of forgetting. In psychology, they say that memory is not a fixed storage but a process that is repeatedly reconstructed. Especially memories with weak emotional imprinting gradually fade without being transferred from the hippocampus to the cerebral cortex. Because there’s no reason to hold onto information not directly connected to survival. Only experiences classified as trauma, like intense fear or pain, leave exceptionally deep traces. Pleasure, ironically, disappears easily.
My time with Ruben hadn’t been peaceful from the start. Rather, it had been closer to trauma. I had never encountered someone who poured out anger so unreasonably and put people down for no reason. The insults he heaped on me tormented me more than physical violence. Especially since they were words from the person I liked…
The unpredictable emotional explosions and insults created a strong state of arousal, and those times were imprinted on my nervous system like threatening stimuli. Psychologically speaking, experiences combining fear and shame strongly stimulate the amygdala, making memories abnormally vivid. Even now, when I have complete control over Ruben’s behavior, I sometimes have nightmares featuring Ruben.
The time I spend with Ruben now is like a dream compared to then. The fact that I can touch, kiss, and embrace his soft, sweet body as I wish always fills me with joy.
That’s the problem. I hate that the pleasant times I’ve shared with Ruben are forgotten. I overlap our bodies whenever I get the chance, but no matter how much I hold him, it’s never enough. I want to completely possess his body in my memory! Maybe that’s why I take photos.
In psychology, they say memory is closer to a process of reconstruction through cues rather than retrieving stored data. Photos are visual stimuli that trigger that reconstruction. If a single image can stimulate the hippocampus to sequentially recall the emotions of that time, the flow of thoughts, and even physical sensations, then it becomes more than a simple record—it becomes a device that reactivates memory. That kind of thing that evokes memory is called a ‘recall cue’…
‘It feels like it’s been a really long time since I could think calmly like this…’
Though I had been thinking deeply, I thought that absentmindedly. It really had been a long time. Since I started working at Manon’s Pleasure, I hadn’t had a moment to breathe. In a schedule that operated without the concept of weekends, each day was merely a preliminary battle to endure the next day. My body was always tired, and hardship was routine. After exhausting myself each day, thinking was a luxury. My head was empty, and there was no way to survive other than keeping it empty.
In the midst of all that, when Ruben barged in, the suffering doubled. Though I was happy to see Ruben’s face even a little, the insults and violence poured out for no reason in front of customers and employees consumed all thought for that day. The fact that the person I loved wanted to torment me in front of so many people may have always been a shock to me.
After that, I couldn’t recall anything. Even after becoming so accustomed that I’d grown numb to the suffering, the boss still always affected my thoughts.
Perhaps I had intentionally tried not to think. Because of the fact that I’d quit university, a subtle regret about that choice still remained. Recalling psychology might have been coming face to face with the possibilities I’d abandoned. So I think I’d closed the door to thinking on my own.
But now it’s different. The fact that I’m calmly tracing the structure of memories, emotions, and thoughts like this feels unfamiliar yet fresh. The mere fact that I have room to think felt like proof that the situation had already changed. As I looked down at the sleeping Ruben, I mulled over how strange this trivial peace was.
But my contemplation ends here. When I checked the time, the meeting time was approaching. Now I had to wake him. I got up from my seat and stroked Ruben’s cute face.
“Boss… Today was good too… Let’s do it again tonight…”
I whispered and kissed the soundly sleeping Ruben’s lips with a smacking sound. It was almost time to work again. Breathing in deeply into my lungs the sweet scent emanating from Ruben for the last time, I watched him open his eyes from my kiss.
