INFB Ch 5

Jaegyu’s penis is huge. It was something he saw several times a week, but every time he saw it, it was so big that he doubted his eyes—is this even real…? As a result, putting a condom on it was no easy task either. So he had to focus completely.

Seobin put the condom on while breathing heavily and raspily.

This was a kind of service. A service that had to be bestowed upon a customer from the standpoint of someone selling his body. Jaegyu had named it as such, and so Seobin had to personally put a condom on Jaegyu during every act of intercourse.

In fact, most of the time they didn’t use condoms. It was something Jaegyu ordered only when he occasionally wanted to watch Seobin attending to him like this.

Before long, the condom covered most of Jaegyu’s penis. The bottom part of his penis was exposed as it was, but since the condom had already expanded to its limit, forcing it in further would cause it to tear. That too was something Seobin had learned through dozens of sessions of training and experience.

While Seobin rested his slippery fingers in the air, unable to do this or that…

“Lie on your stomach and spread your hole.”

Jaegyu delivered the next command.

Seobin turned his body and lay face down on top of the desk. He even wiggled his buttocks to line up with the position of Jaegyu’s penis. Then he got on his knees, folding his legs so that his calves and thighs stuck tight together. Supporting his forehead with one hand as if bowing, he grabbed one cheek of his buttocks with his other hand and spread it wide to the side.

He felt his hole stretching out long sideways. He also felt the tightly closed gap parting subtly. It was shameful and brought a sense of self-loathing, but Seobin bit down on his lower lip gently and swallowed those dark emotions.

“Ha…”

Jaegyu exhaled a long, hot breath. He rubbed the hole recklessly with his thumb.

“Euat…”

At the unfamiliar sensation, Seobin unconsciously pulled his buttocks inward to dodge it. Then—smack—a fierce palm flew over his buttocks.

“Hieuk!”

“What are you doing.”

At the voice filled with absurdity, Seobin flinched his shoulders.

“I’m, I’m sorry.”

Flinching his shoulders in surprise, Seobin thrust his buttocks back toward Jaegyu once again. The buttock flesh that had quickly broken out in a red handprint trembled finely. His toes visible underneath were curled tightly inward, turned white as hard candy.

Seobin ducked his neck deeply and waited for Jaegyu’s next move. What was expected was Jaegyu’s fingers, but he couldn’t be certain. It could be his tongue or lips, or perhaps a ballpoint pen stuck on the desk, or something else entirely.

But.

“Uh…”

What came into contact was thoroughly alien. That was because it was something Seobin hadn’t expected. Hard, hot, slippery, and a giant size that was absolutely impossible to accept right at this moment.

It was Jaegyu’s penis.

Turning pale in an instant, Seobin shook his head side to side.

“Hyung, not, not yet…”

Nothing had gone inside his hole. Meaning it was in a completely unrelaxed state. It hadn’t stretched, nor was it wet. As it was, he couldn’t take in Jaegyu’s penis. It was absolutely, impossible.

As Seobin raised his upper body to run away forward, before he knew it, Jaegyu’s hands were gripping his pelvis. It seemed he had already calculated his pitiful escape.

Soon, the giant weapon began to push its way inside. Seobin’s body cooled down coldly. Blood vessels popped in his wide-open eyes.

“Keuk…”

Whether fortunate or unfortunate, insertion was not easy. Despite the condom being soaked in lubricant, only the very tip of the glans barely entered. And whenever it tried to invade further, it clamped the entrance tight and bounced it out.

The space between Jaegyu’s brows wrinkled ominously. Slapping Seobin’s buttocks—spank, spank—in succession, he said annoyedly.

“I shoved into you two days ago, so why are you like this?”

“Heuak… No, no, you can’t… I can’t…”

“Fuck. I should just split it open altogether so it can’t close.”

Grinding his teeth with a crunch, he continued the reckless insertion. Terrified, Seobin gathered his buttocks tightly inward. The way his inner walls turned solid like castle walls was conveyed as it was to Jaegyu. Jaegyu let out a short, incredulous laugh. He grabbed Seobin’s thigh forcefully.

“Aren’t you going to spread your buttocks?”

Large hands twisted his thin thighs as if wringing them out. At the pain breaking out simultaneously in multiple places—his buttocks and thighs—Seobin’s body trembled violently. Reaching his hand backward, he pushed Jaegyu away. Even if it was merely at the level of his fingertips scratching Jaegyu’s waistline, it was, in any case, explicit rebellion.

“…”

Jaegyu’s face cooled down icy cold. However, Seobin, entirely unaware of that, tried to push Jaegyu away somehow.

“Just a… moment, heuk, just a― , Ah!”

Just as he thought his wrist reaching backward was grabbed, it was snapped backward as it was and restrained behind his back. It was an immense grip strength. It felt as though his wrist would break right off like a wooden chopstick—snap. Seobin froze stiff in deep terror.

Jaegyu slowly bent his upper body downward. And in a coldly settled bass voice, he recited near Seobin’s ear.

“How long do you think I waited for you to tell me ‘just a moment’ again?”

At those words, Seobin’s pupils dried up callously. His mouth shut on its own.

He’s angry.

Come to think of it, it would be stranger if he weren’t angry. He was a person who hated waiting terribly. He was someone whose nerves were on edge in fear that Seobin had run away without knowing his place, or that he had the nerve to put him second. Having arrived over an hour late, and even being picky and washing up on top of that, it was stranger not to be angry.

An angry Jaegyu. Then there was no helping it. Even if he wept and begged, he would crush him down without blinking an eye. Resistance was beyond meaningless and would only bring greater pain.

“…No, no. Go ahead.”

Seobin drained all the power from his body. Breathing deeply—huu, huu—he also tried to loosen and spread his tightly closed buttocks. That too was an action stemming from learning. Because he knew full well that crossing his mood meant seeing blood.

Before long, Jaegyu’s penis began pushing its way inside. The sensation of his flesh splitting and inner walls expanding was fully filled with pain.

Biting his lower lip, Seobin squeezed his eyes shut.

Sprawled on the three-person sofa, Seobin breathed heavily and raspily. Every time his flat torso breathed, it expanded, his ribs rising above his skin and disappearing repeatedly.

His body was soaked in sweat. The memory of washing with cold water a few hours ago was faint. Entangled between his thighs were liquids that could hardly be uttered, and his lower lip twitched at the remnants of sensations surging intermittently like static electricity.

Seobin stared at the black clock hanging on the opposite wall. 3:16. Since it was a clock that was 15 minutes slow, it must be around 3:31.

Today ended on the early side. Normally, he would often hold the penis in his back hole until the sun rose. There were many days when he barely managed to change clothes back at the gosiwon and went straight to work. Still, it seemed he could catch a couple of hours of sleep today.

Seobin quietly cast his gaze downward. Jaegyu was sitting at the edge of the same sofa. Crossing his legs and smoking a cigarette, he was staring between Seobin’s helplessly spread crotch.

Even after engaging in such passionate sex, Jaegyu didn’t even exhale a single big breath, as if it weren’t tiring at all. Meanwhile, Seobin, who had merely been caught and shaken as he was thrust into, had all four limbs tingling.

Even so, his fully exposed upper arms were entirely drenched in sweat. On his chest, thickly laden with muscles, was a tattoo mixing fire and wind patterns, glistening brightly with sweat and reflecting the dim lighting.

The forearm holding the cigarette was also densely engraved with tattoos, where a long blade mark ran across. The flesh had torn in the reverse direction, leaving a thick scar, and new flesh had grown there, devoid of tattoos.

“…”

“…”

The two shared no conversation whatsoever. Jaegyu occasionally massaged Seobin’s buttocks or thighs recklessly while scattering cigarette smoke, and Seobin couldn’t easily regain his sanity in his hazy mind and aching body.

Then, when the minute hand of the broken clock passed half the clock face, Seobin squirmed and pushed his body up. Jaegyu’s hand that had been resting on his thigh slid downward. However, Jaegyu expressed no particular discontent. He merely stared at Seobin with dark grey pupils.

Seobin slowly stood up. His thighs trembled pathetically and violently, but supporting himself on the backrest of the sofa, he caught his breath for a moment, and eventually straightened his body upright. He even roughly wiped his wet face with his palm.