THM Ch 12

He sweated a lot, so his throat was parched. Nando turned around and went to the refrigerator. As he walked, he unraveled his messy hair completely and stripped off his sweat-soaked shirt, throwing it aside.

He took out two bottles of water from the refrigerator, tossed one to Goo Taegyuk, and drank from the other one himself. Goo Taegyuk received it with a “Thank you,” turned his body slightly to the side, and began to drink the water. As if the bastard was also thirsty, he tilted his head back and emptied a bottle in an instant. But.

Suddenly discovering a certain fact, Nando’s brow furrowed. It was because something was protruding sharply in front of the center of the bastard’s body, who was turned sideways.

He pulled the water bottle he was drinking away from his mouth. That son of a bitch… Without even looking closely, it was his lower body that had gained strength.

What kind of situation is that again? Nando thought to himself first. Ten times out of ten, as you get hit, the dick shrinks, and there was no case where it grew in size. Not to mention Nando himself, everyone he had met until now was without exception like that.

The pain given by physical violence and the shame coming from being hit in the nude were not things to be taken lightly, and they induce psychological pressure—that is, massive stress. A similar example would be psychogenic erectile dysfunction. When exposed to extreme anxiety, a hormone called adrenaline is released, reducing the inflow of blood, which is the mechanism by which the dick doesn’t stand up; erecting in a situation similar to that… there could only be two causes. Either having a sexual disposition that gets aroused by pain, or having an abnormality in the body from getting beaten too much in a short time.

Tolerating the displeasure, he suddenly lit up the kitchen area brightly. As all sides became completely bright, Taegyuk turned to look at him. Then, the erect penis entered his eyes even more vividly. The sentiment that he’s a monster-like bastard quickly passed through his mind. Would there really be a person in the world who would meekly spread their legs and accept such an ugly thing, of all things?

A furrowed brow and a gaze pinned to the crotch. The bastard immediately brought both hands together in front of his crotch. He was holding the empty water bottle in his right hand.

“…I am sorry.”

He stepped forward and stood in front of the bastard, who was bowing his head like a criminal. He snatched away the water bottle the bastard was holding and separated the bastard’s two hands with it. When they tried to stick together again like magnets, he issued an order, “Hands behind your back.” Although the bastard hesitated, in the end, he exposed his private parts brightly as instructed.

“Taegyuk-ah.”

“…Yes.”

When he looked up, both cheeks wearing handprints were severely red. Gripping the mouth of the bottle with his hand, he tapped the bastard’s glans that had swollen greatly with the bottom of the bottle. The bastard twisted his head slightly and groaned, mgh. He burst into laughter at that.

“You liked getting hit.”

Taegyuk quickly shook his head as if making an excuse.

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Then why is your dick standing up after getting beaten up?”

“That is…”

The answer heard after a silence was like this:

“…I am not sure. But… the part you mentioned is really not true.”

The burst lips babbled excuses right in front of Nando’s eyes. That it was really not true. That there had never been a single time like that.

Come to think of it. If he were a perverted bastard, he would have long had a widespread reputation. Especially among the loan sharks who like to gang-beat this bastard.

That bastard is a total perverted bastard. He’s famous for fucking loving getting hit. No, if you just hit him, he gets a boner and makes a scene!

Nando tried to think generously. Isn’t that how dogs are, too, if you look at them? Because they like their master so much, they pull out their red dick, and because their master plays with them so well, they bounce their hips. He grinned at the bastard. A dog or Goo Taegyuk.

“A dog or you.”

“…”

Thinking of them as the same, there was nothing disgusting. Now that the thing weighing down his mind had been completely resolved by this bastard, he was rather about to bestow a reward. For getting hit so well, for enduring so well, for coming at an appropriate time without dragging it out, for jumping into his car that day. Above all, for existing in front of him with a solid appearance like a giant tree.

He threw away the water bottle he was holding in his hand with a jerk.

“Do you want to shake it, or shall I shake it?”

“Pardon…?”

Grinning, he thrust his face right up to the bastard’s nose. “I will.”

“If you move, you die.”

When he lowered his hand and wrapped it around the shaft, the bastard tried to retreat backward almost as if soaring up. At the same time, shaking his head, he urgently said, “Director.”

“This, this is a bit…”

“Yeah.”

“…I don’t think this is right.”

Nando nodded his head opposite to the bastard. Still, I said if you move, you die.

He had the power to make Taegyuk unable to move. Rather than his own power, it was the power of money—more accurately, the power of debt. With the following sentence, there was nothing difficult about tying him up completely.

“We have to see each other again tomorrow. Will you be able to live without seeing me starting tomorrow?”

It was a kind of command phrase like sit, wait, lay down, eat, come. If you don’t want to get fucked over by having the contract terminated, crawl on your own. Goo Taegyuk did not answer and bit his lip. He stayed like that until blood leaked out again from the injured spot, then stepped up on his own to put his hands behind his back. Truly, the power of money was mighty.

An extraordinary heaviness was transmitted to his forearm every time he shook it. He thought that if he actually grabbed and shook it, the erection would deflate or something, but on the contrary, it was the opposite.

“This bastard, it gets bigger.”

“…I am sorry, that is…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s a compliment.”

“…Yes.”

To say he was going only looking at money, the reaction the bastard showed was definitely special. There couldn’t be a better explanation that his mind and body were playing separately. This son of a bitch definitely had an extraordinary favor toward him, Nando became convinced through this incident.

“Was it like this when you got hit with only your upper body bare? Yesterday. Three slaps on the cheek.”

“No. Today, right now, suddenly.”

“Today, right now, suddenly. It stood up, your dick.”

“…”

Taegyuk twisted his face so far as if his neck would break. The bastard suppressed his groans while raising blood vessels, and endured the pleasure while stopping his breath. Biting his molars hard enough for his masseter muscles to pop out, he tried hard not to meet eyes with Nando.

“You’re not getting hit right now. Look at me. You can look.”

Nando persistently chased after the eyes that only tried to avoid him. Since he tried not to look until the end, he had to grab the bastard’s jaw with his left hand and force him to look.

“From now on, if you turn your eyes away, I’ll cut off your dick.”

He was a dog that listened to his words so well that one would wonder where such a thing came from. For the bastard, he rubbed his penis until his whole hand became sore. Without playing any tricks, he only shook the straightforwardly extended penis up and down. Caresses such as squeezing the glans or digging into the hole where water flowed with his fingertips were not granted at all.

Even so, the bastard heaved his chest as if going crazy. He contorted his face as if there were no hole better than Nando’s grip, and hardened and relaxed the muscles of his whole body, occasionally tilting his neck wide open and breathing deeply just like when he drank water a moment ago. Every time he did that, thick blood vessels could be seen pulsing vividly around his Adam’s apple. Even so, realizing that he shouldn’t avert his gaze, he quickly met his eyes, and seeing that, Nando laughed.

“Don’t like it too much. I can only do up to here for you.”

Since he had no hobby of fucking a bastard bigger than himself, unfortunately, he intended to disclose the fact in advance. Still, it didn’t go heavily against the purpose of bringing him here. The thought he had while watching Goo Taegyuk’s body asleep after getting a shot was also ‘voyeurism’. How he makes a face when masturbating with this big dick, what kind of filthy sounds he makes when going in and out of the holes of men and women, and so on. Of course, going beyond the scope of voyeurism, he was jerking off his dick directly, though.

“…Mr., Director.”

From the throat of the bastard, who couldn’t keep his neck and jaw still for a moment as if not knowing what to do, a boiling groan was heard at a certain moment. Next, as if trying to dig into his embrace, he bowed his head deeply toward Nando’s shoulder, and semen bursting out violently coincided with that.

Hot semen spewed out continuously. Shot out like a stream of urine, it trickled between Nando’s fingers and fell to the floor.