HPK 37

At first, what caught Wooseung’s eye was the watch, which held an elegant light. But then, what he noticed was the dark red blood left between the creases of the palm. It was the trace of violence that had not been fully wiped away.

Once, while he was sucking Taejung’s penis, he had wondered what Taejung would make him do next. Assault and rape. It was horrifying, but he had vaguely feared that something like that might happen to him as well.

His drunken mind was thinking more sluggishly than usual, but he was not so drunk that he could not understand Taejung’s words. If he refused, Taejung would surely torment him in some other unexpected way. Therefore, there was only one answer Wooseung could give. However…

The blood stuck in every crease of the palm remained like an afterimage, constantly blurring his vision.

“…I don’t get wet.”

Wooseung muttered in a trembling voice while looking at Taejung’s shoulder. There were splattered bloodstains there too.

“What?”

Taejung asked again, wondering if he had heard him wrong.

“You said, you said you wouldn’t put it in if I don’t get wet. I, I know my place.”

His eyes, which had been looking at who knows where, finally turned to Taejung. The moment their gazes met directly, Taejung’s penis became erect. The woven material of his pants rustled, clearly revealing the outline of his swollen penis.

With his arms still on his knees, Taejung only bent his head down. And he looked at his own erect penis. He was astounded by the outline that bulged all the way to his left thigh. The thing that had been twitching and pulsing for a while had finally become fully erect.

“Wow…”

He rubbed the nape of his neck with the hand holding the watch. Was it because of the cold touch of the metal? For a moment, a thrilling shiver ran down his spine.

The deliberation was not long.

“What, what are you doing…”

Wooseung was flustered to see Taejung abruptly grab his wrist and fasten the watch on it. The size didn’t fit, so the watch couldn’t fully encircle his wrist and clattered loosely. Even so, Taejung paid it no mind and grabbed his wrist to pull him to his feet.

“Ah!”

A scream burst out of him at the rough force that held not a shred of consideration. His thin body dangled and swayed like a doll with its stuffing removed.

Taejung dragged Wooseung out into the hallway just like that. The athletes who had not yet left were still there, standing around and talking amongst themselves. They stared with wide eyes as the two came out of the room. From a distance, he could hear the sound of Kim Jungoh shouting something.

Taejung dragged Wooseung to Room 7. He slammed the door shut and grabbed the back of his dry neck, pushing him down onto the table. Thump. His left forehead and temple, which were slammed down, throbbed painfully.

“Ah!”

While he was sprawled out and unable to get his bearings, he felt an unfamiliar touch on his waist and flinched in surprise, snapping his head up.

“Wa, wait a minute.”

He hurriedly placed both hands on the table to try and stand up, but his sweaty palms failed to do their job and kept slipping.

“Ah, come on.”

As if Wooseung’s struggling was getting on his nerves, he pressed down on the nape of his neck forcefully. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, his struggles ceased.

Taejung roughly patted the back of his head as if to say, “good job.” It clearly wasn’t a hit, but it had just as much impact. It seemed to be because he was a man whose hands were fundamentally not gentle. And so, he became even more afraid of what was to come.

“I don’t, don’t get wet. Please don’t do this.”

Despite his desperate plea, Taejung showed no mercy. He always did whatever he set his mind to. Because there was no reason not to.

“So what if you don’t get wet, it’s your loss. Is it my loss?”

“You said you wouldn’t! But why, why, ah!”

His pants were suddenly pulled down. The feel of the fabric bunched around his knees reminded him of the humiliation Hyungho had suffered here a month ago. Something similar was about to happen to him. In a slightly different way.

“Ah, shit.”

Taejung cursed under his breath as he struggled to pull his own pants down with one hand. In the end, he didn’t pull his pants all the way down and just let his penis hang out. His rigidly erect penis sprang up with a thump. At the tip of his penis, which was bobbing in the air, a slick fluid had already pooled.

“I’ll, I’ll do it with my mouth. Sir, ah! Heuu, Sir.”

With his right hand, Taejung spread his plump buttocks. Between them, a lightly pink-colored opening was coyly revealed.

“Please, please.”

It was funny how the opening twitched every time Wooseung spoke. Was it because his skin was so fair? The opening was exceptionally red.

“With my mouth, ah!”

He gathered saliva and spat it onto the hole. Spit. The thick saliva trickled down along the twitching opening.

“Ah, ah…”

Wooseung whimpered at the strange sensation he felt from below. The feeling of cold air between his spread buttocks was strange, but the most horrible thing was the saliva flowing down the crack. Goosebumps rose on his forearms, hidden beneath the knit sweater. His teeth chattered from fear.

“Please don’t. You can’t. Sir, Sir.”

Something hard came into contact with his bottom. Taejung was spreading the saliva with the head of his penis. The opening, which had seemed dry and parched, soon became slick and began to twitch in a completely different way than before.

“Sir, heut, Si, Sir.”

“Wow, I think it’s really going to work.”

“No, you can’t. Sir. Please don’t.”

Taejung spat on his own hand as well and spread it over the entire length of his penis. Then, he aligned the head with the opening and pushed it in just like that. It was an unspeakably violent insertion.

“Aack!”

As his bottom was pried open, extreme pain followed.

“…Fuck.”

Taejung pushed in up to the thick corona of the head and paused for a moment. His left eyelid trembled, and his lower abdomen throbbed. The dark red shaft, exposed to the air, twitched and made a scene.

“It hurts, heu, it hurts.”

Taejung licked the corner of his mouth and then pulled his hips back a little. When the thickest part of the head got caught on the opening, Wooseung started struggling again.

“Heo-eong, heuk, it hurts. Sir, Sir.”

His bucking body was doing its best with all its might, but that was all. Taejung felt the slender neck thrashing beneath his hand. He rubbed the coarse hair with his thumb and sarcastically taunted Wooseung, “Look at you throwing a fit, throwing a fit.”

As his breathing grew ragged with excitement, his chest swelled greatly, as if he were doing a high-intensity workout. Taejung stared down at the hole that was greedily clenching his head. The thought occurred to him that he should just slam into it at once and bury himself to the root.

And Taejung, as always, immediately put his thoughts into action without hesitation.

“Ack!”

He pushed down hard on the nape of his neck and shoved his penis in all the way. The sensation of the tightly stretched opening convulsing was vivid.

“Heok, th… shit.”

Taejung almost bit his tongue at that moment. With his waist bent deeply forward, he felt his eyelids flutter shut and open of their own accord. His hips hollowed out from the intense pleasure, and his abdomen, packed with muscle, trembled violently.

That was not all. His penis throbbed as it shot load after load of semen into his guts.

“Heo-eu, keuk…!”

Taejung came without warning from the pleasure that struck his temples like a bolt of lightning.

“Heuk. It hurt, it hurts…”

As he slowly pulled his hips back, his penis, now slicker than before from the internal fluids, sprang up with a thump. A cloudy liquid was smeared on the tip of the head bobbing in the air. That liquid stretched in a string all the way to the opening that was repeatedly closing and opening. It was the undeniable evidence of his ejaculation.

“Fuck, what the…”

This had never happened before. If anything, he was closer to being a delayed ejaculator, and whenever he had sex, he would only manage to come after pounding into his partner until they were sprawled out like a corpse.

Just then, the thrashing nape of his neck slipped out from under his hand, and a loud clattering sound erupted from below. Wooseung, who had collapsed onto the floor, was frantically trying to pull up his pants.

“Ah, ah. Heuu, heuk.”

Wooseung’s face grew pale as his pants, bunched up at his knees, just would not come up. He had noticed the strength draining from Taejung’s hand and immediately twisted his body to get away. Because of his awkwardly half-off pants, he ended up falling on his butt, but at least he had escaped from that trap-like grasp.

Semen seeped out from between his buttocks. The sensation was indescribably strange. His pants, which refused to come up as he wished, kept rubbing against him, leaving scratches on his thighs.

“Ah!”

Then, his right arm was lifted, and his body was yanked upwards. The weight of his entire body was loaded onto his right shoulder, and a dizzying pain washed over him.

“Aack!”

His shock at being laid on the table again was brief, as an even more unbelievable sight awaited Wooseung.

“Do it again, fuck.”

It was Taejung’s face, flushed bright red.

“It’s because it’s been a while. Do it again.”

He was making a face like a child throwing a tantrum for a toy, while his penis was erect below. The gap between the two was felt to be extremely bizarre.

Wooseung whimpered and shook his head.

“N, no. We did it. Heuk, if you came, it’s over, it’s over, isn’t it…”

“I’m not usually this fast.”

“I know, I know.”

His bottom, where the penis had been rammed in, was throbbing too much.

“Since I know, you don’t, you don’t have to do it again. Sir, you’re usually, heuk, usually…”

Wooseung desperately nodded his head, trying to placate Taejung. He knew well from doing it with his mouth several times that this was the first time he had come so quickly. So he tried hard to convince him that there was no need to do it again.

However, Taejung’s flushed face showed no signs of returning to its normal color.