Zhenya saw Taekjoo clench his jaw in fury, and his smile widened in satisfaction. He flung Taekjoo’s legs up, resting them across his chest and shoulders to get a better look. Zhenya could see Taekjoo’s hole squeezing his cock tightly, struggling to contain it as the cock pulsed, eager to move. The hole gaped every now and then. Zhenya, watching the opening, felt tension crawl up the back of his neck from sheer arousal. He licked his lips and pulled his hips back. As Zhenya’s veined member chafed against Taekjoo’s inner flesh, Taekjoo bit his lip and turned his face away. In the next moment, Zhenya pushed forward and drove his entire length inside.
“—!”
Taekjoo’s whole body jolted. His ass cheeks and Zhenya’s thighs slapped together with such force that it echoed with loud slaps. But it still wasn’t enough for Zhenya. He shifted all his weight to press down on Taekjoo and plowed him harder. He lifted Taekjoo’s knees upward and pushed them down on Taekjoo’s chest, suffocating him. Now, only a few inches separated Zhenya’s face from Taekjoo’s.
Taekjoo grimaced, his eyes tightly shut. He clenched his teeth so hard to endure the pain, they ground loudly. His face would turn pale from humiliation and rage, then flush red, before losing its color again.
Zhenya observed everything and didn’t miss a single change as he dug in deeper and deeper. His cock, as big as it could get, was rammed relentlessly into the hole, devouring the tender, raw flesh. The tight opening was slowly stretched out, and its walls started deliciously gripping his cock.
When Zhenya pulled out all the way and rammed his cock in forcefully, Taekjoo felt like his body would split in two. Kwon Taekjoo thrashed around, trying to free himself from the pain crashing over him. And the more he did, the crueler Zhenya became. Whenever Taekjoo twisted his waist in an attempt to pull away, Zhenya always did the exact opposite. He would go in deeper and hold down Taekjoo harder, making it impossible for Taekjoo to move at all. Taekjoo, with all his limbs pinned down, was laid bare to the brutal form of violence. He could neither stop the abuse nor run away from it.
As Taekjoo’s hole was pounded again and again, a wet, relentless squelching sound kept echoing from the lower half of his body. His ass cheeks weren’t just red. They were swollen from repeatedly slamming against Zhenya’s rock-hard thighs. Zhenya didn’t shift position. His eyes were locked on Taekjoo’s face, determined not to miss a single reaction. He ground his hips, spreading raw, searing heat along the inner walls of Taekjoo’s hole. At times, he would thrust fast and deep, driving his cock into parts that remained tight despite his arousal.
Even in his deepest state of humiliation and defeat, Taekjoo could still feel the heat pooling in his crotch. He felt like something would burst out of him if he let his guard down and relaxed his body for even just one moment. Taekjoo tightened his control on his body, pulling up his shoulders and hunching. But he couldn’t help but arch his neck back and curl his toes. He panted hoarsely, breath snagging in his throat like it would give out.
“Haa, ah... Ah, ugh!”
Taekjoo shook his head in frustration, but he couldn’t shake the numbing sensation slowly creeping over his body. His head burned, growing hotter and cloudier by the second. At some point, the pain of penetration had vanished, leaving only the scorching, insatiable heat churning inside him. It was his body, but it no longer felt like his.
“Ah.”
Zhenya sighed lazily as he ground his hips. He casually ran his hand through his messy hair and moved his hips in a slow, flowing motion. His cock had grown so hard it felt like it might burst as it was enveloped by warm, wet walls. Zhenya’s chest and abs tensed in response to the sweet sensation. The intense pleasure showed in beads of sweat sliding down his sculpted body, causing his skin to glisten.
He ripped Taekjoo’s shirt. The seams stretched and tore, revealing a firm, well-toned body. Zhenya’s eyes slowly traced every inch, each part perfectly in place, flawless. Zhenya felt confused—his mouth watered just looking at a man’s body. No matter how many times he satisfied his urge, an insatiable thirst remained. The sensation overwhelmed him, making his world spin, but something was still missing. He wanted more. More.
Zhenya pulled his torso upright, unblocking Taekjoo’s view. The mirror on the ceiling reflected everything happening below the waist. Taekjoo looked away in humiliation, but it was no use. Zhenya grabbed Taekjoo’s jaw and made him face the mirror. Taekjoo shook his head and pushed the hand away, but Zhenya didn’t budge. Taekjoo shut his eyes tightly, but Zhenya forced them open again by thrusting in deeply with brutal force.
“Chin up, now. Think of the effort it took to get that mirror up there.”
Zhenya smirked. Taekjoo couldn’t stand the humiliation. He clenched his jaw and tried to close his eyes again. But Zhenya thrust upward violently once more. Then, in that position, he ground his hips to push in even deeper. Taekjoo felt like his guts were being shoved all the way up to his throat. His stomach flipped. He couldn’t breathe.
But that wasn’t the end. Zhenya got up on his knees and lifted Taekjoo’s waist into the air, nearly folding him in half. The new position gave Taekjoo a full view of his own ass. Reflected in the ceiling mirror, he saw everything—his sweat-slicked ass cheeks glistened, the massive length of flesh buried deep between them. Zhenya deliberately slowed his movements, letting Taekjoo take in the full scene of his massive cock sliding in and out of Taekjoo.
Taekjoo’s hole was stretched wide around the girth, gaping helplessly. Its usual folds were gone, replaced by a tension so tight it looked like a single touch would tear it. It felt less horrible when the shaft was hidden inside Taekjoo’s body. But as he watched the seemingly endless length being pulled out, Taekjoo could only curse.
“You son of a bitch!”