Taekjoo muttered curses, trembling. Zhenya had expected Taekjoo to fight back at least once, but he seemed completely powerless. And that wasn’t all—even the slightest touch made him jolt as if burned, showing just how deeply the drug had taken hold. At first, Zhenya assumed it was a muscle relaxant, but it must have been an aphrodisiac. It was obvious what tricks Sergey had up his sleeves. From the start, Sergey’s plan was obvious. He wanted Taekjoo to rail him, so he had to get Taekjoo hard first.
Zhenya laughed disdainfully at Sergey, who was still lying on the floor, and spread Taekjoo’s legs wider.
“I’ll let you cum once more. This time, just with your hole.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Zhenya’s cock thrust inside, stretching the inner walls. The opening, already softened to mush, swallowed the thick shaft in an instant. The sensation of his belly filling instantly while his spine strained under the pressure was something Taekjoo could never get used to.
“...Aah!”
He tried to hold it in, but a scream-like moan managed to escape. Once more, Zhenya plunged his cock all the way to the base and admired where their bodies met. The hole, gripping Zhenya’s cock firmly, pulsed with life as its soft inner walls clung to his shaft, drawing him in with a subtle suction. Zhenya traced the seam where their different skins met. Even that small gesture was enough to send a shudder down Taekjoo’s spine. Taekjoo was a cold and blunt man, making each of his tiny reactions even more amusing.
Zhenya stretched his arms straight to support his weight, and Taekjoo could do nothing but lie beneath him, legs spread wide. He didn’t thrash around anymore. He must be exhausted. It almost felt like he was just waiting for the horrible moment to pass quickly—and that was no fun.
Zhenya, after savoring the tightness of the hole for a moment, suddenly grabbed Taekjoo by the hair while thrusting harder. Taekjoo’s ass was flattened by the weight and force, which made the penetration even deeper. Zhenya rested his full body weight on Taekjoo, who let out a pained groan. Then, Zhenya started pounding him.
His thick shaft drove deeper and deeper as if it would pierce through Taekjoo’s body. Taekjoo clawed at the bedsheets furiously. Pillows were thrown onto the floor.
Zhenya’s eyes grew more intense. Seeing a helpless creature writhing under him uncontrollably filled him with an unfamiliar, thrilling excitement. The thrill was ecstatic, bringing a pleasure akin to catching a flapping tuna with bare hands or slitting a reindeer’s throat as it struggled to survive. The heat spread from the center of his body, shooting violently up to his neck and head.
Soon, the ease vanished from Zhenya’s face. Furrowing his brows, he focused solely on the act. The rough, slapping sound of skin sticking and pulling apart echoed sharply in the room. Thick fluids stretched and glistened like spider webs across Taekjoo’s ass and pelvis. Moving like a storm, Zhenya traced every curve of Taekjoo’s neck and ears with his nose. Taekjoo’s scent had thickened, and it ignited a fierce lust inside Zhenya.
Taekjoo felt like his guts were about to burst from the pressure. With each thrust, he felt unbearably full. The burning, tingling pain made his breath hitch again and again. His clawing finally tore the bedsheets.
The searing heat gnawed at his mind every second. Zhenya made no effort to hide his overflowing lust. He bit Taekjoo’s ear whenever he pleased, or buried his face in Taekjoo’s jet-black hair for as long as he wanted. As he released all his scorching heat, sweat soaked his body, and chills ran down his spine.
“If you want to walk out of this room on your own two legs, you better squeal and shake that ass, or howl like a dog in heat. You see, I get hornier when someone fights back. I have to break in and tame that cute little resistance to feel satisfied. Sergey has already made your excuse for you—you were drugged, and you were out of your mind.”
“That’s bull—argh!”
Taekjoo yelled out in anger, but it turned into a scream of pain when Zhenya slammed his hips down hard on Taekjoo’s waist. His thick, veiny shaft ravaged the abused hole mercilessly. He pulled out completely, then thrust back in so forcefully that he sometimes lost his aim and slammed against Taekjoo’s thigh. His hot, hard cock felt like it could bore through flesh as easily as it did through the hole. The tip of his cock twitched as it kept missing its target. Then, finally, it found its place and plunged its length all at once. A sharp hiss of air escaped from where they joined.
“...!”
Taekjoo’s eyes widened. For a split second, a sharp pang shot deep inside his stomach. He jerked, nearly sitting up from the shock, but Zhenya held the convulsing body down and pressed his chest firmly against Taekjoo’s back. Their skin, slick with sweat, stuck together as Zhenya’s thick shaft pushed in deeper, the tip finding an even more intimate spot.
He held Taekjoo’s trembling waist and brought their crotches together even tighter. The head, which had been prying open Taekjoo’s narrow inner walls, suddenly jabbed at a spot that nothing had ever touched before. Immediately after, Taekjoo, pinned under Zhenya, shook violently.
“Haa... Mmmhh, aang!”
“...?”
Zhenya stopped for a moment, surprised. He hadn’t expected this reaction. He slowly pulled his body away from Taekjoo and stared down at Taekjoo’s head. Kwon Taekjoo had buried his face deep in the pillow, but he couldn’t hide the flushed skin on the back of his ears and his neck. His body trembled uncontrollably from the indescribable burning sensation he’d just felt. The hole squeezing tightly around Zhenya’s cock couldn’t relax either.
A faint, lingering smile appeared on Zhenya’s face. He pulled his cock out of Taekjoo. Taekjoo’s body shuddered as the tightly filled inner walls were suddenly left empty after being stretched so tight. The cells that made up his body quickly relaxed, after contracting. Taekjoo was left with a hollow emptiness. Even his hunched shoulders visibly sagged.