TBM Vol 3 Part 12

“Ugh, ugh. Heut. Ah—it’s too deep…”

But Sa Seung-yeon didn’t respond. Wordless and relentless, he only quickened his pace. When Lee Il-seo instinctively tried to close his trembling thighs, Sa Seung-yeon hooked his arms beneath them, pressing in even harder, slick with sweat.

His breathing—already ragged from the overpowering scent—grew more desperate under Sa Seung-yeon’s weight. With his eyes squeezed shut, Lee Il-seo could do nothing but tremble, his body rocking helplessly with every movement.

“Mmph, ugh!”

His cock were pulled out, and his body was flipped over in an instant. Unable to support himself on the floor, his face was buried directly on the sheet. Sa Seung-yeon pushed his cock into the exposed red hole as he collapsed face down.

Seung-yeon’s thick thighs pinned Lee Il-seo’s trembling ones in place, trapping what little strength remained in his legs. With a grinding motion of his hips, he thrust upward at an angle, the movement both forceful and deliberate. The pressure intensified—his legs pressed tightly together, the already narrow passage squeezed even tighter, every motion dragging against hypersensitive nerves.

“Ah… Ugh.”

His cock were thrust into places that had not been touched before, and whenever a chilling sensation that scratched his insides occurred, he felt something slick like drops of urine leaking from his glans. Lee Il-seo, his earlobes burning red, groaned as he clutched the blanket.

“I’m going to c-cum… Ugh.”

“Haa…”

Sa Seung-yeon’s hot breath spread behind his neck. It was because the inner walls tightened whenever Lee Il-seo leaked semen. Sa Seung-yeon pressed down on Lee Il-seo’s deeply hollowed spine with his palm and pushed his lower body even deeper.

“Ugh, ugh, don’t, press my back… Heu, ugh.”

“….”

“I’m cumming…”

Because Sa Seung-yeon was pressing down on his waist, Lee Il-seo’s cock were pressed even harder against the sheet, and a sensation of ejaculation that would not end with just a little leaking surged. Despite Lee Il-seo’s pleas, Sa Seung-yeon continued to put his weight on him and thrust his cock, and before long, Lee Il-seo ejaculated a mixture of semen and urine on the sheet.

“Heu… Ugh, ugh!”

At the same time as Lee Il-seo, unable to close his mouth, trembled, something hot and heavy spread inside his body again. Sa Seung-yeon had ejaculated again. Sa Seung-yeon’s weight slowly subsided, and with a pop, his thick cock came out. Dark eyes like a demon stared at the messy space between his buttocks.

A large hand gripped Lee Il-seo’s slender waist and hauled him upright. His weakened body gave way easily, hips lifting high as he braced his strength in his stomach. Warm fluid he hadn’t yet released dripped forward, while the remnants of Sa Seung-yeon’s twice-spilled seed pooled deep inside him.

Sa Seung-yeon slowly brought his cock between his buttocks. The glans pressed and rubbed against the space between Lee Il-seo’s buttocks, which were messy with semen. After playfully rubbing his cock a few times, Sa Seung-yeon began to sweep up the leaked semen with his cock. He put the cock, covered with the swept-up semen, back into the hole.

As if not letting a single drop spill, the cock, with veins bulging, tightly blocked the hole.

And unbelievably, thrusting began again.

“S-Stop…”

Lee Il-seo squeezed out a scratching sound from his throat, but Sa Seung-yeon paid no attention. He licked his lower lip and spread his buttocks to the side. The white buttocks spread open, exposing the joint.

The red, swollen entrance clung tightly to Sa Seung-yeon’s thick cock. With every thrust, the reversed cloudy fluid smeared across his stomach and thighs. As the depth of each movement grew, Lee Il-seo’s moans gradually softened, fading into occasional, breathy whispers.

Eventually, Lee Il-seo’s eyes, which had been blinking slowly, became blank, and before long, they rolled back behind his eyelids. As soon as he released the buttocks he was holding, Lee Il-seo fell to the side with a thud, and his cock came out.

Sa Seung-yeon laid the fallen Lee Il-seo straight and lifted one leg, inserting his re-erected cock. Dark eyes stared at Lee Il-seo’s face, which was limp and shaking.

“Lee Il-seo.”

“….”

A low, husky voice called his name. Lee Il-seo’s brows twitched as his eyes fluttered open. His red-rimmed gaze darted uncertainly before settling on the blurry figure of Sa Seung-yeon. At once, Sa Seung-yeon’s usually neat eyebrows furrowed sharply, twisting into a fierce expression.

“Seo, heu, Senior…”

But Sa Seung-yeon seemed focused only on confirming that Lee Il-seo was alive, offering no response. Meanwhile, his twisted thrusts sank deeper into the swollen inner walls. Lee Il-seo’s eyes flew open wide, as if pierced by a knife, and he threw his head back in sharp pain.

“Ah-heut!”

Alongside the piercing pain that felt like his stomach was being ripped open, a sharp, searing pleasure clawed at his insides. The glans, having quickly withdrawn, plunged back mercilessly into the same spot. This time, Lee Il-seo couldn’t even cry out; he clenched his teeth tightly and trembled uncontrollably.

From the tip of Lee Il-seo’s weakened cock, a transparent fluid burst out again. Because the fluid was bursting out of control, Lee Il-seo struggled with his legs, not knowing what to do.

“Aah… Ugh, ugh!”

His waist twisted violently as his body convulsed, the front once again slick with slippery fluid. Lee Il-seo’s inner walls clenched tightly around Sa Seung-yeon’s thick length as he released a cloudy flood inside him. Sa Seung-yeon halted his thrusts, teeth clenched, then exhaled a hot breath. With a faint, almost cruel smile, he squeezed and released the soft flesh of Lee Il-seo’s buttocks.

The sight of fluid dripping from Lee Il-seo’s glans each time he writhed—like a fish flailing out of water—was almost hypnotic.

As if possessed, Sa Seung-yeon lowered his hand to sweep over Lee Il-seo’s soaked cock. The slick liquid coated his large hand, dripping down his forearm. Without hesitation, he pressed that same hand to Lee Il-seo’s cheek, rubbing the warmth into the trembling skin. The small, flushed face was now stained with the fluid Lee Il-seo had just spilled.

Thump, thump. Each gentle tap of Sa Seung-yeon’s palm on his cheek echoed with the splash of liquid, while a faint, fishy scent filled the air.

“You told me to stop. You’re ejaculating like crazy.”

He barely turned his head and looked at Sa Seung-yeon in his eyes. Sa Seung-yeon, with a voice like a cave and eyes like obsidian, was smiling beautifully. It was not the pretentious, false smile that he often showed. He was really smiling purely and naturally.

“Th-That…”

For some reason, Lee Il-seo felt like he could communicate with Sa Seung-yeon now, so he barely held onto his fading consciousness and immediately pleaded.

“I want to stop…. Now, I really heu-euk, can’t do it anymore…”

“Liar. You’re going to come again, aren’t you?”

But Sa Seung-yeon gagged Lee Il-seo with that same unsettling smile. Unlike the seductive curve of his lips, his grip on Lee Il-seo’s mouth was fierce, tight enough to threaten to break his jaw. Without haste, Sa Seung-yeon slowly pressed his length in, inch by inch, from the cock all the way to the base, tracing the line of pubic hair.

“Eu, eup. Heup, ugh.”

“Haa…. Try coming again. Huh? Every time you come.”

Slap, Slap—with each word he spoke, his cock pounded against my inner wall.

“The inside of you is so tight, like a rag, it feels amazing.”

“Ugh, hng… Ungh.”

Tears streamed down relentlessly, and with Sa Seung-yeon covering his mouth, breathing became a struggle—only air through his nose. Lee Il-seo felt himself teetering on the edge, helplessly trapped in a dizzying cycle of fading into unconsciousness, then snapping awake.

When his eyes finally opened, his position had shifted, though the slick, squelching sound between their bodies told him they were still entwined. Sometimes he was on top of Sa Seung-yeon, sometimes lying face down. The only small mercy: the T-shirt that had bound his wrists was now untied, crumpled on the floor. Sa Seung-yeon must have loosened it—too uncomfortable to drag and pull him around so desperately while he was restrained.

In fact, now he felt nothing but exhaustion, so he didn’t care whether he was tied up or not, whether he was crushed under his weight or contorted his body.

***

Alpha’s rut is truly cruel, Lee Il-seo thought, and this ‘Beta body of mine must be broken somewhere’, before closing his eyes again.

My eyes opened slowly, one at a time, not together. Maybe my tears had dried; one eye’s lashes stuck stubbornly, and when I tried to pry them open, a sharp sting made me flinch, as if they’d be torn out. I lay on my side, staring blankly at the wallpaper.

Then, like a white flash igniting in the dark, the memories of Sa Seung-yeon’s house crashed back. My vacant gaze and hollow face gradually filled with shock as the weight of reality settled in.

Steady breathing came from behind me. Only now did I realize he was sleeping, holding me close from behind. With every soft exhale, a faint, unfamiliar scent drifted out—proof that his rut hadn’t fully passed. At first, it had been so overwhelming that I thought I might suffocate just from the smell. Now, it only teased the edges of my nose.

But even that faint trace made my insides flare with heat, and I knew I had to avoid breathing it in any longer.

Holding my breath, I slowly wriggled forward, trying to slip away. But something heavy caught between my buttocks, blocking my movement.

“…?”

Lee Il-seo was startled when he realized what it was. Sa Seung-yeon’s penis was still inserted in his hole. He moved forward while grabbing the sheet, but the penis wouldn’t come out. Even when he twisted his waist with a chilling feeling, the pain only worsened due to the foreign sensation.

“Ugh.”

With desperate determination, he gritted his teeth and raised his body. The unusually swollen penis pushed against his inner walls, causing his hole to stretch tightly. Though he wanted to scream from the indescribable pain, he managed to hold back by exercising his willpower. Pulling his waist a bit more, he was finally able to extract everything from the shaft to the thick glans.

Cold sweat broke out over Lee Il-seo’s body as he panted quietly. Fear held him frozen, but cautiously, he turned his head. Thankfully, Sa Seung-yeon lay in a deep, untroubled sleep—unaware of his movements.

Lee Il-seo pressed a trembling hand over his lips to stifle his ragged breaths. His eyes traced Sa Seung-yeon’s face—the long, dark lashes brushing his closed eyelids, the straight nose, the slightly parted lips set in peaceful stillness. So perfect, so serene, he looked like an angel who had borrowed a human form.

But below the neck, everything shifted. Sa Seung-yeon’s naked body was taut with muscle, veins bulging like an athlete’s, pulsing with a fierce, restless energy. And unlike before, his penis remained fully erect—large, hard, and impossibly alive.

Disbelief gnawed at Lee Il-seo as he recalled how it had been inside him, moving relentlessly. He turned his head away, only then catching sight of his own body’s condition—and for a moment, he forgot even to blink, stunned by the pitiful state he was in.

“…”

His entire body was red and blue. The red marks were abrasions and scratches, and the blue ones were bruises that had formed despite having no memory of being hit. The most uncomfortable part was his wrists, which were swollen from being bound with a t-shirt and pressed uncomfortably for a long time.

His lower body looked even dirtier due to bodily fluids. Because of the frighteningly large amount that had been released, his stomach and thighs were all slick with wetness, along with Sa Seung-yeon’s semen that hadn’t dried yet. The bed sheet was also damp as if it had just been taken out of water, with red blood stains spread here and there.

It was just like the very first time, when he had received his penis without preparation. As evidence showing how violent his relationship with Sa Seung-yeon had been, his brown eyes sank heavily.

“…”

Just then, there was a sound of Sa Seung-yeon exhaling languidly as he slightly shifted his body. Startled, Lee Il-seo bit his lip. If Sa Seung-yeon woke up now, that pain would inevitably be repeated.

Lee Il-seo minimized any noise and quickly got off the bed. He picked up the clothes that Sa Seung-yeon had torn off and slipped out of the bedroom like he was escaping. He hurriedly put on his clothes and stuffed his underwear into his pocket. He was about to go straight to the front door when he remembered that his cell phone had flown somewhere near the sofa, causing him to pause.

He knelt down around the place where Sa Seung-yeon had thrown it. After groping around the sofa floor in the darkness for a while, something hard and rectangular brushed against his fingers.

“Ah…”

His eyes, which had widened at the thought of finding it, quickly drooped.

The screen was shattered. A cold weight settled in his chest, but he forced himself to slip the broken fragments into his pocket. There would be time to deal with everything else after he was safely out of this house. He pushed himself up, fingers gripping the sofa for support, and limped down the hallway, each step slow and heavy. 

Outside, it was a dark dawn. Looking around, he checked the time on a clock attached to a nearby building. Since he had entered  Sa Seung-yeon’s house before sunset, he had been there for nearly ten full hours.

Naturally, all public transportation had stopped by this time. Taking a taxi again, like he had when coming, would be a waste of money, but there was no other option. With a troubled face, Lee Il-seo moved his limping steps.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people on the streets at dawn. With each step, there was a squelching sound due to the unsettled semen. Lee Il-seo, who had been repeatedly walking and stopping, briefly groaned while holding his waist.

‘I can’t walk…’

He lacked the strength to wander in search of a taxi. Lee Il-seo barely made it to a nearby taxi stand, where he stood frozen, waiting endlessly. Maybe it was the early hour, but no taxi came. The ruthless wind cut through him, cold and unforgiving, while aches spread across his entire body.

Just then, a taxi appeared from a distance. Lee Il-seo moved closer to the road and waved his hand earnestly. Despite his earlier hesitation about the cost, the bright lights of the approaching taxi were so welcome that tears almost welled up.

After telling the driver his home address in a hoarse voice, he leaned back on the seat and closed his eyes. With every movement of the car, it felt like the semen filling his insides would come up his esophagus and spill out. It wasn’t an exaggerated imagination; every time he exhaled, a fishy odor rose from his mouth. Realizing the reason belatedly, he bit his lip tightly.

He drifted in and out of consciousness, caught between fading awareness and painful clarity. Maybe it was because Sa Seung-yeon had emptied himself deep inside him every time he climaxed—each thrust driving semen further into his intestines, only to reflux painfully into his stomach and esophagus, making him feel as if he might vomit. Summoning the last of his strength, he finally called out to Sa Seung-yeon.

-Please, my stomach… My stomach is too full…

Only then did Sa Seung-yeon stop thrusting his hips, slowly lowering his head to take in the protruding lower abdomen, and gently stroking it with his palm.