By Zephyria 
The soft flesh beneath his perineum was sucked in with a zzzzip. Simultaneously, a finger entered and rubbed the inside forcefully.
Haaaeung. Hae-jun melted with a soft moan. His ankles, bound together with his wrists, kicked at the air. Tied to the chair with his legs spread and slightly raised, showing his hole, Hae-jun ejaculated for the third time.
“Stop now. Stop. Stop.”
“Not yet.”
Lee A-gon moved up and bit Hae-jun’s nipple with his lips.
“Since I’m not from S University, I have to work harder to compensate.”
“Aaaah. Ugh!”
Clack, clack, clack, clack. The armrest of the chair shook violently. Hae-jun’s chest heaved upwards and then fell sharply.
Along with it, drip… drip… like a slowly winding clockwork, there was the sound of water droplets falling at a steady rhythm. The clear fluid that flowed from his buttocks pooled at the edge of the chair’s seat and dripped onto the floor.
Lee A-gon’s fingers, three more, were shoved into the hole, which was now fully open and raised upwards. As the hole widened, more fluid flowed, making a jojol sound.
Aaaah. If his hands were free, Hae-jun would have covered his face. His entire upper body, not just his face, flushed red from the shame of leaking fluid from his hole.
There were times when he didn’t leak fluid, and it hurt so much when Lee A-gon just inserted a finger that he had secretly wished for the fluid to return. But now that it was flowing again, he remembered how ashamed he had been of this water. Hae-jun was so embarrassed by his strange condition. A body that leaked fluid with pleasure when a man penetrated it.
Whirl, whirl, four fingers spun inside his body. They stretched and narrowed the hole, enjoying the way the plump flesh stretched tautly when he hooked his fingers.
Even when Hae-jun said it was enough, that it was too much, Lee A-gon shook his head. “I dropped out of middle school. I’ll work harder to make up for it,” was Lee A-gon’s reply. He knew Lee A-gon had an inferiority complex about his education, but he never imagined it would manifest in this way.
His tongue, which had been licking the inside of his thighs lick, lick, finally reached the hole. When he tickled it with his tongue, Hae-jun genuinely wanted to cry. Soon, his tongue, spread wide, licked upwards. Ahrgh, Hae-jun couldn’t hold back and ejaculated again. A semen that was so little it barely seemed like semen.
“Hoo. Ha…”
He was too tired to even ask him to stop. While Hae-jun gasped for breath with his head slumped forward, Lee A-gon repeatedly inserted and removed his fingers, as if testing the elasticity of his sphincter.
“Is it fun?”
Hae-jun asked in a heavy, wet voice, like wet cotton.
“Yes.”
Lee A-gon answered readily. Hae-jun was dumbfounded, not expecting him to so readily admit that playing with him was fun. Lee A-gon brought his entire face between Hae-jun’s legs and, rubbing his cheek against the hole, quickly murmured.
“It’s so much fun. Your hole here leaks water when I touch it. It ejaculates when I poke around. It’s so fun and enjoyable. Playing with you like this, tied up so you can’t move… it’s so enjoyable that I could do it all night. Ah, it’s delicious. It’s delicious. I like this water you leak. Want to try pouring it on my face? I want to drink it.”
At the horrific words, Hae-jun shivered and involuntarily winced, letting out a ugh.
“You don’t like it?”
“No. No.”
“Hmm. Is that so? Why don’t you like it?”
His finger was pulled out. And before the hole could contract, his tongue immediately entered. Hae-jun struggled with his exhausted body. This was torture. He didn’t want to feel anymore.
His entire body had become thin and sensitive from dozens of shallow orgasms repeated over and over. He was a balloon ready to burst. A violin string on the verge of snapping. That precarious and sensitive.
“Have sex with me.”
Hae-jun mumbled, tears welling up.
Lee A-gon stopped his movements.
“Stop tormenting me and have sex with me now, Lee A-gon.”
His hole was wide open, but there was no penis to fill it. It was slick with the water leaking from it, yet he didn’t push into it.
“Please, put it in me. I feel like I’m going to die. I feel like I’m going to die.”
He couldn’t speak anymore. He felt like he was suffocating.
“Do you like me?”
Finally, Lee A-gon removed his hands and mouth and moved on top of Hae-jun. Hae-jun, with tears in his eyes, nodded.
“Do you love me?”
Yes. I love you. Hae-jun finally burst into tears. It was a cruel and sad love. He didn’t want to confess his love like this.
With his legs spread so disgracefully. Leaking water from his hole, he didn’t want to confess his love to Lee A-gon. He had wanted to confess it on his knees, in a place filled with roses and music, but… but…
“What can you do for me?”
Lee A-gon asked, kissing his nipple. Hae-jun, crying pitifully, answered diligently.
“Anything you want and that I can do.”
“Don’t let that feeling change.”
Satisfied with the answer, Lee A-gon smiled brightly. When Lee A-gon smiled, Hae-jun stopped crying. It was Lee A-gon’s smiling face, seen for the first time in so long.
“I still can’t trust you.”
Lee A-gon held Hae-jun’s chin steady. Their eyes met hotly.
“But if you keep listening to me like this, then maybe I’ll be able to like you again someday.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Tears streamed down Hae-jun’s cheeks. This time, the tears were for a different reason. It was the first positive word he had heard in months. It meant he was finally opening his heart to him.
“I’ll do well. I’ll really do well.”
“I’ll be watching.”
“Yes, watch me. I’ll really treat you well. So that I can earn your trust again. And I won’t lie anymore.”
Lee A-gon pressed Hae-jun’s chin, parting his lips. Inserting his tongue, Lee A-gon closed his eyes tightly. As their tongues touched, it was moist and sweet, making his mouth water. Their mouths became thoroughly wet.
“Shall I have sex with you?”
“Mmm. Yes. Yes.”
“Do you want me to put it inside you?”
Hae-jun nodded vigorously. His breath hitched in his throat. He wanted it so badly that if his hands and feet were free, he would have climbed on top of him and inserted the penis himself.
Lee A-gon smiled. Hae-jun stared blankly at his lips, parted in a smile.
His lips were so red. Lee A-gon smiled beautifully with his pretty lips, moistly and sensually.
Where were his pale lips, cracked and covered in scabs? Now, his lips, red as if he had drunk blood, curved beautifully.
“Yes. I need assistance too.”
“My stress is too high,” Lee A-gon whispered, holding Hae-jun’s ankle. He slightly bent his knees to match the chair’s height and approached. His hole opened, and he grasped the rounded tip of the glans, then nibbled it away.
Hae-jun was shocked as a man’s penis entered his body for the first time in so long. He opened his large eyes and stared at his lower abdomen in disbelief.
“Mmm.”
Lee A-gon groaned, tightening his grip on Hae-jun’s ankle. Sweat trickled down his furrowed brow.
“Ah… Gon.”
Clack, the armrest of the chair shook violently. Hooep, he thrust his hips deep inside and then pulled out, exhaling a large breath. The line of his waist, which narrowed dramatically from his broad chest, condensed firmly. In that state, Lee A-gon fucked Hae-jun with appropriate force several times. Hae-jun swayed with the thrusts, the chair rattling. Lee A-gon tested Hae-jun’s endurance, thrusting in various ways, then pulled back as if he finally understood.
Zzzzzzzip The sound of his penis withdrawing was all too visible. Under the bright living room light, Lee A-gon’s penis emerging from his body was grotesque. What could I say? It was like sheathing a long, pink snake.
Lee A-gon rested just the tip of his penis and smiled. He slightly bent his waist, angling his cock upwards. Seeing this, Hae-jun almost cried out for him to stop.
Immediately, Lee A-gon rammed into the space between Hae-jun’s buttocks. Maintaining a slightly bent posture, he fucked Hae-jun ecstatically.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh.”
Hae-jun, along with the chair, shook and was penetrated. He was thrust into, unable to move, legs spread, bound. As Lee A-gon fucked him intensely, he bit Hae-jun’s neck. Licked it. Chewed and sucked.
The violent movements caused the chair’s armrest to come half-torn. Hae-jun, only able to move his neck and face, shook his head and cried. Every time Lee A-gon thrust, the chair creaked as if it would break. He couldn’t stand it. Fuck, it felt so good.
“Ah, Hyung!”
Lee A-gon came inside him. He ejaculated, and then immediately thrust back in. He forced his cock into the space that could no longer take any more, pushing and fucking again.
The space between his legs became indescribably messy. When he briefly withdrew his penis, semen flowed out in clumps.
“It’s not enough.”
Lee A-gon bit his ear.
“I haven’t released all my stress. I’m so tired. Hyung, please provide assistance.”
He mumbled, stroking his erect penis. Hae-jun was now terrified. Every drop of lubrication flowing from his body contained assistance energy. Both semen and tears were beaded with assistance energy. Even after ejaculating so much, Lee A-gon said it wasn’t enough. It was as if he wanted to erase the time they had been apart in one go.
Lee A-gon tore off the legs of the chair that bound Hae-jun. He also stomped on the backrest with his foot and broke it. Only a part of the seat and the armrests remained of the chair.
And then Lee A-gon did something unbelievable. He lifted Hae-jun and slammed him down between his legs. He repeated this act countless times.
Hae-jun let out a nasal moan. Sitting on the chair, which now had only a few skeletal parts left, restraining his knees and hands, Hae-jun writhed his entire body.
Semen dripped out and turned into water. As his penis softened and lowered, he urinated warm water. That water soaked them both. Lee A-gon laughed, licking his lips, and Hae-jun felt like he was going insane.
“Stop. Stop.”