Before Taekjoo could even finish swearing, the entire dick was rammed inside. The raw hole made a wet squelch as it was filled again. The cock slowly picked up speed, kneading the soft, slick walls. Taekjoo felt like his insides were being shredded. He wanted to throw up, but there was also a low, simmering pleasure he couldn’t make sense of.
“AAHHH!”
“This isn’t as bad as I thought.”
Zhenya sounded strangely excited, his eyes gleaming. His gaze was crazed, like a predator that had just caught its prey.
“I thought you’d be dry and tasteless.”
Zhenya leaned in close, whispering against Taekjoo’s ear. Taekjoo flinched, trying to turn away, but Zhenya easily caught him and forced his face to the side. He watched the bob of Taekjoo’s throat, a small bulge sliding up and down. His jaw clenched as if he had to keep himself from biting down like it was a ripe plum. But he couldn't hold back. Zhenya leaned in and took a bite of the bump. As his teeth grazed the skin, Taekjoo’s arm trembled. Zhenya gave a smug grin, sucking on the spot he had just bitten.
“Ugh.”
Taekjoo grimaced. His head tilted back, breath ragged. Warm, wet licks traced his skin, and the feel of Zhenya’s tongue sent jolts down his spine.
Then, without warning, Zhenya bit him hard. Taekjoo bucked. A raw set of teeth marks bloomed red where he’d been bitten. Blood surged beneath the spot of skin. Taekjoo clenched his jaw.
“Shibal,”[9] he muttered, voice tight, like he was swallowing his rage.
Zhenya’s movement had been lazy, but then the thrusts grew faster, more relentless. Taekjoo was being railed again. His hole struggled to stretch out and swallow the massive cock. But despite the swelling and resistance, it still yielded every time Zhenya pulled out.
Zhenya pinned Taekjoo’s wrists high above his head, and the position made his chest bounce with each movement. His glistening nipples caught Zhenya’s eye. Zhenya grabbed a handful of his chest, savoring the dense yet soft feel. He kneaded the flesh like dough, watching the nipples grow hard under his touch.
“How nasty—look at your fat tits,” Zhenya sneered, “begging to be sucked.”
Taekjoo’s ears turned bright red from the insult. He pulled up his shoulders and thrashed, trying everything he could to shake off Zhenya. But unlike his will, his body felt so heavy. It was the drug. Zhenya pinned the thrashing Taekjoo down with ease and suckled his nipples with his tongue.
“You crazy—!”
A vein bulged on Taekjoo’s neck. Furious curses curled in his mouth, but then sank back down before he could even spit them out. Zhenya pressed down on the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue, and the wet, slick skin sealed around it. Taekjoo tilted his head without meaning to, his abs tensing involuntarily.
Zhenya looked amused, watching Taekjoo hate every second of it. He grazed the nipple with his teeth, then scratched it lightly. Taekjoo’s waist twisted as the strange, subtle pleasure spread through him. The more he struggled, the more insistent Zhenya became in toying with the sensitive bud. The one Zhenya hadn’t touched yet quickly hardened as well, and Taekjoo’s eyes went out of focus at the strange, unfamiliar sensation surging from a part of his body no one had ever touched.
“Aahhh, hmmm—ah!”
Taekjoo’s chin dropped lower and lower. Zhenya caught it, lifting it back up before burying his face in Taekjoo’s hunched shoulder. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the areola, circling it slowly. Then, he bit down on the tight, trembling flesh, causing Taekjoo’s knees to buckle from the jolt that shot through him. Zhenya steadied him with a hand on his shoulder. He dragged his tongue over the overstimulated nipple, now enlarged and sore. It glistened with saliva. It turned submissive under Zhenya’s tongue, the hardness fading as the tongue flattened it. A sharp tingle started there. It rippled down deep in Taekjoo’s gut, growing into something more intense.
“Mmm... Ah... Ahh!”
Zhenya, who’d been focused on the nipple, suddenly looked down when he felt something hard brush against his waist. It was Taekjoo’s cock—fully hard now, pressing into him and demanding to be noticed. Zhenya smirked.
“Look how swollen you are.”
The explicit taunting made Taekjoo flush. He gnashed his teeth as he uttered profanities and swore to himself that he would kill Zhenya—in a language Zhenya didn’t understand. As this was happening, Zhenya resumed thrusting, a look of satisfaction on his face. Clap. Clap. Clap. Taekjoo’s ass and Zhenya’s strong thighs slapped together until they ached. The long, thick cock drove in and out of the hole violently. Each time it entered, the skin on the stomach was stretched so taut that it wouldn’t have surprised anyone even if it ripped.
Zhenya had been going fast, as if sprinting, when he pulled out completely. As he did, the skin around the opening—even the pink insides—clung to the cock, following it as it slid back. Zhenya smiled, staring at the tender inner flesh, slick and glossy from all the bodily fluids. He gently touched it before ramming his cock back in without warning.
“—ARGH!”
Taekjoo let out an angry moan. Even in his barely conscious state, he flinched backward, trying to break free from Zhenya. But it was useless. Zhenya kept plowing him, completely ignoring his struggle.
He spread Taekjoo’s leg wide open and slammed his hips harder, leaving no space between them. Supporting his weight on his arms, Zhenya pressed his body down, bringing it closer to drive deeper inside Taekjoo. His cock slowly slid up to a spot inside Taekjoo’s body that nothing and no one had ever reached before. Taekjoo’s waist trembled uncontrollably in the air. His face turned red as blood rushed to his head, his body nearly upside down. His stomach felt so full he could barely draw a breath.
“Keep at it. The more you struggle, the less I’ll let you live.”
Zhenya whispered as he thrust deep inside Taekjoo. Taekjoo’s entire stomach shuddered, the sensation radiating through his whole body. Zhenya’s cock showed no sign of slowing down anytime soon. Taekjoo’s spirit was crushed, not knowing how much longer he had to suffer this.