His pants were quickly yanked down to his ankles.
"Listen. You're my S. Got that? Rebel against me, and I'll kill you. I'm serious."
Kuji's legs were spread apart, and a searing hot rod was jammed into his very core.
"Nghhh!" Kuji tried to scream, but the towel was pushed further into his mouth to stop him. Kuji gagged and flexed his abdomen, trying to fight the urge to vomit. He felt the thing inside him and arched his back reflexively.
"Don't move."
Nango grabbed him by the nape of the neck and bent him over a nearby garbage can.
"Show me your ass."
Kuji already was - in this position, bent over the trash can, his buttocks were already raised high. He heard a slam and whirled around to see one of the busboys from the sex parlors standing there with a trash bucket.
"Fuck off!" Nango barked. "Or else, I'll fuck you, too!"
The busboy tossed his bucket aside and closed the door hastily behind him.
"Talk about ruining the moment," Nango spat as he began to penetrate Kuji. Every time Kuji was pierced by the man's thick rod, his body recalled the pleasure he had felt when he masturbated in Song's lap. He hadn't had anal sex since then.
He felt the man's penis digging into his soft insides, and underlying his pain was the sensation that his innards were churning.
Yes, this was what he had wanted - the hot shaft of a man inside him.
Kuji did not even realize that he was gyrating his hips. He arched his back to match Nango's movements, devoured him deeply, and clenched. Every time the rod tried to get out of him, he latched on.
A moan escaped from the wadded towel in Kuji's mouth.
"That's what I like to hear. Finally remembering what my cock tastes like, huh?" he heard Nango say with his usual contempt, but Kuji was beyond caring about appearances. He nodded his head vigorously, giving Nango a pleading look over his shoulder.
"That's it, beg for my compassion," Nango said as he breathed raggedly, picking up his pace.
"Nh—nhh—!"
He called Nango's name when he climaxed. Fortunately for Kuji, the towel prevented his outburst from forming coherent words.
Nango zipped up his fly while he looked down at Kuji, who was lying, spent, on the ground. He kicked at Kuji's ribs.
"Give me your cell phone."
When Kuji handed it over, Nango took out the memory chip and put it into another phone. He pressed some numbers, forwarded the data, and when that was done, he dropped the cell phone on Kuji's belly.
"Use this one. The number is the same. So is all the data that's stored in it."
Nango then placed his foot on top of Kuji's groin.
"Nango..."
Nango sniffed derisively when Kuji looked at him with fearful eyes.
"I won't hurt you, bastard. You can still make yourself useful. But," he said, as he leaned his weight on Kuji's crotch, "if you try to do anything stupid again..."
The foot came off. Kuji somehow managed to sit up. Nango's face was closing in towards him.
"Listen. All you have to do is moan for my penis and that's it. You wanted it, didn't you? You latched onto me like some fucking octopus."
Kuji didn't want to admit it, but it was true. He looked silently up at Nango instead. But Nango showed neither derisive contempt nor anger as he looked back at Kuji with hard eyes.
"Don't let your thoughts wander on things that don't matter. Don't wish for things you can't have."
He was absolutely right, Kuji thought. But he still shook his head vehemently. He closed his eyes, bracing to be given a blow, but the blow did not come. He snapped his eyes open to see Nango with his back to him.
"All you have to do is keep watch on Song. Do anything else, and I can't guarantee that you'll make it out alive."
When Kuji got back to the church, Song was nowhere to be found.
Kuji's pants gave off a sour odor, a mix of wet garbage, semen, and sweat. The smell still clung to him even after he had taken off his pants. He decided to take a shower.
Once Kuji was naked and in the shower room, he finally understood the reason for the smell.
"The bastard didn't wear a condom," Kuji swore under his breath as he inserted his fingers in from behind and opened himself up. The white liquid that the man had funneled into him dripped down his thigh. Kuji took his time to clean his insides thoroughly in the shower. When he inserted his fingers, he could feel how hot it was and how the folds of flesh in its inner lining throbbed. His body was still thirsting for a penis regardless of his will. He loathed the fact that his body had grown accustomed to Nango.
"Damnit... damnit..." Kuji growled as he fingered himself. He tried to imagine Song's fingers, but the only image that rose on the back of his eyelids was Nango's face and his fiercely-rearing penis.
Defeated, Kuji pulled his fingers out and splashed his restless body with cold water. He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the kitchen, where he found Song waiting.
Kuji kept his head down as he drew closer, ashamed of having climaxed ecstatically at the hands of Nango. But he still decided to come clean.
"...I did it again."