By Zephyria 
Breath rose to the very top of his throat. Wiping the blood streaming from his torn forehead with the back of his hand, he sprinted down the neighborhood alleyways, where the walls surrounding the houses felt toweringly high. Because he had been gasping for air through his mouth instead of his nose, the dry membranes of his throat clung together unpleasantly.
“Huff… haaa….”
The terror that a rough grip would seize his hair and slam him onto the ground at any moment fueled his limping legs. As he pushed off the clean, seamless asphalt of the wide alley, only his heart hammered wildly amidst the terrible silence of a neighborhood that felt both familiar and strange.
The identical walls of the houses, the empty alleys, the streets devoid of passersby. Everything blurred and merged into one. The grains of sand pricking his bare feet jolted his confused mind awake.
Today wasn’t the day Seo Hae-young was supposed to stop by, and in his attempt to procrastinate a little, he had accidentally fallen asleep. It was only after he was grabbed by the collar and yanked from the bed that Seo Hae-young’s scent hit his nose. By the time he realized the bastard had arrived, it was already too late.
“Hae-won!”
“Hu….”
His running legs came to a dead stop. As he faltered from the momentum, Seo Hae-young stood at the end of the alley holding a golf club, beaming. The midday sunlight illuminated Seo Hae-young’s face brightly. The corners of his gentle eyes curved deeply downward, and his mouth stretched into a wide grin.
“You should have gone that way, not this way!”
The expression of sheer delight sent a wave of goosebumps across Hae-won’s skin. Without hesitation, he spun around and ran back.
Whether Hae-won was running or crawling, Seo Hae-young followed him at a leisurely pace, tapping the heads of other people’s walls with his golf club as he approached.
“I’ll let you off if you can make it to the road!”
Hearing the laughter-laced voice, Hae-won snapped his head up. Twenty paces ahead, he saw the road lined with a guardrail.
“Ha… huff…!”
There was no time to decipher the intent. Every time his legs crossed to move forward, the spot where something as thick as a forearm had ruthlessly torn through his flesh moments ago throbbed with a searing heat.
“Go on, hurry.”
Following the retreating figure of Hae-won, who was stumbling yet doing his utmost to reach the road, Seo Hae-young waited until the distance had closed enough, then braced his legs and swung the club backward. Just as Hae-won reached the end of the alley, Seo Hae-young swung the club in a full arc. He released the grip of the golf club without hesitation. The long metal shaft flew through the air, striking the back of Hae-won’s knees and tangling around them. Unable to even scream, Hae-won’s knees buckled, and he rolled pathetically across the asphalt.
“Kugh…!”
Hae-won collapsed, hitting his chest and letting out a ragged cough. His knees and elbows stung sharply, and beads of blood quickly formed. As Hae-won lay there, trembling and unable to get up, Seo Hae-young strolled over and crouched beside him, gently stroking the back of his sweat-soaked head.
“Couldn’t make it, huh?”
The fingers that had been sliding through the strands of hair suddenly clenched into a fist. Seo Hae-young gripped Hae-won’s hair and hauled him up from the spot where blood had vividly stained the ground. Knowing it was futile, Hae-won clung to the firm wrist and murmured the words he had uttered countless times before.
“Hae-young, Hae-young… I can’t, I can’t do this.”
“You were doing so well, then you go and pull this running bullshit.”
In a neighborhood alley where no one ever looked out regardless of what happened, the futile chase—a monthly ritual—came to an end.
* * *
“Ugh, ah…! Ack…!”
“You want attention, don’t you? That’s why you always run away, huh?”
Between thighs spread wide with dried blood, a viciously erect penis shoved its way in. Every time Seo Hae-young thrust his hips, Hae-won’s crumpled back thudded against the wardrobe door. As the hot, condom-less member burrowed inside, a dizzying pain overturned his stomach. No matter how many times he experienced it, he could never get used to the feeling of his organs being pushed aside and his interior filled by another’s penis.
“Ugh… it hurts. It hurts, Hae-young….”
“You love it. You did it yourself while I was gone, didn’t you? Did you use your ass?”
“N-no, ugh…!”
Long fingers wrapped around his neck. Gripping Hae-won’s throat with both hands, Seo Hae-young suddenly squeezed. Without taking his eyes off the face that had turned beet-red from the sudden rush of blood, he slammed the back of Hae-won’s head against the wardrobe.
“Kh, hu…!”
“What do you mean ‘no’?”
Gasping for air, Hae-won scratched at the back of the hand with nails trimmed so short they didn’t even hurt. Without loosening his grip on the throat, Seo Hae-young shoved the penis back in, causing Hae-won’s long eyelashes to flutter violently.
“Hngh…!”
“Hae-won… if you lie, you’re dead, seriously.”
Forcing his way through the clinging walls of the interior, Seo Hae-young continued his violent hip thrusts, creating a wet, slapping sound. Sliding down from the wardrobe he had been leaning against, dozens of tear streaks streamed down Hae-won’s temples. Unable to bear it any longer, he writhed haphazardly beneath him.
“Is it too much? Want me to let go?”
“Ugh, uuuh….”
As Seo Hae-young shook him by the neck, teasingly refusing to let go, Hae-won reached out and stroked his firm shoulders. The fingers that had been trembling and begging for forgiveness pitifully dropped to clutch the shirt. Through tear-blurred vision, he saw the wide, stretched grin. Simultaneously, the hand pressing his throat loosened.
“Haa…! Haah, hu…!”
He hurriedly sucked in the missing air. Hae-won’s chest heaved violently, and the hole gripping the penis tightened. The contraction, which felt as if it would snap the member, provided a terrible pleasure, causing Seo Hae-young to grit his teeth and drop his head.
“Haa… go masturbate with your ass. You’re too tight.”
“Hngh, uuh… ah, ah!”
Hae-young hooked a leg over the blood-stained, scraped limb and pushed his hips in. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the small, shabby room. Having stripped off his pants and been pinned between the wardrobe and Seo Hae-young to offer his hole, Hae-won tried to hold onto his fading consciousness, but it wasn’t easy after being beaten and chased.
“Nngh… hu….”
Looking at Hae-won’s face, which was on the verge of rolling back, Seo Hae-young raised his hand and slapped his cheek.
“Just try fainting. I’ll rip your hole wide open.”
“Ah… yes, yes….”
The moment he nodded while dripping tears, Seo Hae-young shoved his penis deep into the hole mixed with semen and blood.
“Haa…! Ack…!”
He grabbed the backward-tilting head and pressed it down with his palm to fix it to the floor. Pressing down on the body curled up with legs folded, he rammed his penis in as if he intended to push it all the way to the testicles. The sound of flesh colliding was louder than the wet slapping.
“H-ack…!”
Instead of Seo Hae-young, who was mounted on top of him, Hae-won dug his nails into the floor, twisting his body and wailing. As Seo Hae-young let out a sweet breath, burying his penis to the hilt in the organs that were more than warm—they were hot—semen slowly leaked from the hole stretched to its limit. As the afterglow of ejaculation faded, Seo Hae-young opened his eyes and slapped Hae-won’s tear-streaked cheek with the back of his hand.
“Hey. Wake up.”
“I, stop… I want to stop….”
“Why do you get to decide that? That’s funny….”
As soon as he let go of the legs, Seo Hae-young pulled out of the limp body and sneered, looking at Hae-won’s lower body soiled with sticky fluids.
“Do you cum while being strangled? Wow… you’re something else.”
As the penis that had suddenly filled him vanished, Hae-won’s waist trembled. Seo Hae-young grabbed him and pulled him on top of himself, aligning the glans with the ruined hole. Panting and unable to gather his senses, Hae-won shook his head and pushed against the broad chest.
“H-Hae-young….”
“Relax. Relax.”
Pushing down on the resisting Hae-won in one go, Seo Hae-young impaled him and leaned back against the wall. With a choking sound, Hae-won’s waist collapsed forward.
“Augh…!”
“Stand up. Don’t lean over.”
Pushing up the collapsing shoulders, Seo Hae-young fumbled beneath the bed. He pulled out the cigarette pack he always kept in the same spot and looked inside. The remaining five cigarettes slid to one side whenever he shook it. As he placed one between his teeth, Hae-won, who could barely open his eyes, fumbled to pull out the lighter tucked between the mattress. Seo Hae-young kneaded Hae-won’s buttocks, which bore bright red handprints, and asked clumsily.
“You thought I wasn’t coming today, didn’t you?”
Lighting the lighter with one hand and blocking a non-existent breeze with the other, Hae-won gave a small nod. Pulling his head back, Seo Hae-young lit the tip of the cigarette, took a deep drag, and turned Hae-won’s vacant face this way and that. The bruises would fade quickly, but the torn forehead looked like it needed a hospital visit. He let his jaw hang loose and sucked on the filter.
“Like this….”
“Ah…!”
Wrapping one arm around Hae-won’s waist, Seo Hae-young thrust his hips upward. Hae-won’s fluttering eyes snapped open.
“Ah, it hurts! It hurts, Hae-young…!”
“Because you get this lax, I have to keep coming to find you.”
The penis, striking in rhythmic intervals, pushed and pulled against the swollen inner walls. The tears that had stopped burst out again, and as Hae-won sobbed and shook, a fierce hand flew without warning and struck his cheek. His head rang, and his vision went black for a moment; he couldn’t even bring his head back from the impact. A whimpering moan followed late.
“Augh….”
“Hae-won. Are you just going to keep saying it hurts?”
Even his previously intact lips had burst, and blood pooled. Hae-won blinked several times to clear the darkness and slowly curled the corners of his mouth upward. He gritted his teeth, then forced his eyes to curve into a smile.
“No, I like it… I did it because I like it.”
“If you say it hurts one more time….”
“I won’t. I won’t do that.”
Glaring at Hae-won for interrupting, Seo Hae-young crushed the half-smoked cigarette on the floor and grabbed his waist with both hands. It was a sign that he was about to start in earnest. Taking solace in the fact that the place where the dying butt emitted smoke was not his own thigh, Hae-won wrapped his arms around Seo Hae-young’s neck.
Burying his nose in Seo Hae-young’s neck, he inhaled the scent that now brought terror rather than excitement. The more Seo Hae-young panted and rammed his penis into the torn hole, the more feverish breaths and moans escaped through blood-dried lips.
He felt dizzy. He didn’t know if it was a good feeling or if it was pain. Rubbing his bruised cheek against the firm shoulder, Hae-won let out a small sob. Who should he hold responsible for this relationship to get an answer? Well, he had absolutely no idea.