MIM 82

“Ugh.”

As the insertion continued in earnest, the tight hole gradually stretched to fit the size of his penis. The seminal fluid of an alpha in heat flowed out, soaking his buttocks. As the number of times increased, it became easier for his penis to go in and out, and he pulled it out until just before his glans got caught in the hole, then thrust it deep into his belly. Shin-woo panted to maintain his balance as he shook violently back and forth. His quickening breath was drowned out by Ma Jae-seung’s increasingly rough breathing.

Ma Jae-seung was losing his mind. Shin-woo, who had experienced rut several times, keenly recognized Ma Jae-seung’s condition. Soon, he would be lying on top of him like a four-legged beast, and they would be colliding their lower bodies in a way that was more like mating than sex. As if he didn’t care as long as there was a hole to fuck, he would grab his pelvis and fuck, cum, and then fuck and cum again.

That was easier. Dealing with Ma Jae-seung, who was completely unconscious and attacking him, was easier than dealing with Ma Jae-seung, who was caressing his chest and sucking his rear to arouse him. Shin-woo pressed his forehead against the bed and gripped the sheets tightly. His two free hands, not bound, did not seek anything other than the bed sheets.

“Hah, ugh.”

From some point on, pleasure overwhelmed pain during the insertion. The pain of flesh tearing and internal organs being crushed was brief, and soon a chilling sensation warmed the inside of his stomach. That warmth gradually spread throughout his body, offering a tingling pleasure, but Shin-woo couldn’t fully enjoy even that fleeting pleasure. Instinctively, while his cock stood erect, he moaned, and ejaculated, he constantly reminded himself that this wasn’t his.

Putting a price on sex and demanding money was for Ma Jae-seung, but it was also for Shin-woo as well. After a torrid sex session with Ma Jae-seung, money came in around the time the traces left on his body reminded him of the other man’s intruding penis. Looking at that absurd number, he couldn’t help but avoid thinking too deeply. He couldn’t help but replay the image of Ma Jae-seung embracing his body tightly in his arms.

He remembered feeling the penis throbbing inside him. At the same time, a hand plunged below his belly, tightly embracing his waist. In an instant, his body seemed to float, then he lay diagonally to the side. Ma Jae-seung, lifting Shin-woo’s outer leg, plunged his penis deep between the parted buttocks. The world spun before Shin-woo’s eyes as the penis thrust deeply from a different angle. Shin-woo clenched his teeth, leaning against the boulder-like upper body that enveloped his back.

“Haa…Shin-woo.”

A tongue that had been licking the edge of his ear slid along the auricle. His name tickled his ear along with the softly exhaled breath, sending shivers up and down his spine. “Shin-woo,” Ma Jae-seung whispered his name once more. Simultaneously, the swollen penis crushed his prostate. Shin-woo, feeling a dizzying sensation, looked down between his legs. The limp penis gradually began to stiffen.

The hand, groping up the thigh it had been gripping, gradually delved inward. As the fingertips drew closer, the swaying penis grew heavier. Even before a single finger touched it, it hardened with anticipation, and whenever Ma Jae-seung pressed his groin tightly against his, he began to leak fluid. It was then that the hand, which had been tightly gripping his thigh to prevent him from moving away, gradually approached his scrotum and seized the base in one swift motion.

“Hng!”

Shin-woo trembled, tilting his head back in surprise. Ma Jae-seung’s hand was as hot as fire. Was that why? The burn scar on his back, where they were touching, seemed to ache for no reason. Before he could even recognize it as pain, Ma Jae-seung stroked Shin-woo’s penis with his scalding hand. He slowly stroked the sensitive skin, stopping at the tip of the glans, then leisurely rubbed the urethral opening, caressing it lingeringly. As the strength left his tightly clenched jaw, a gasp escaped from the back of his throat. Pain instantly transformed into pleasure.

“Ugh, ugh, ah…ah!”

“Haa…hoo, euum….”

His rear was being penetrated, his ear was being sucked, and his penis was being touched. Ma Jae-seung, like a huge beast, pinned Shin-woo down, unable to move, and licked from his earlobe to his entire ear, spreading his tongue far and wide. He gently nibbled along the round edge of his ear, leaving teeth marks, and breathed into Shin-woo’s ear until he became wet.

Shit. He couldn’t come to his senses. He had planned to indulge him until his arousal subsided, then slip away to dispose of the corpse, but he kept losing his mind and forgetting his duty.

Just then, Shin-woo’s vision wavered as he tried to regain his composure. His body was lifted and positioned so that his back was against Ma Jae-seung’s body. He was flustered by the unfamiliar position and tried to sit up, but arms that had burrowed between his armpits hugged Shin-woo tightly, fixing him in place. It was the moment Shin-woo’s feet, which had been instinctively searching for a place to stand, finally landed on the mattress.

“Heuk!”

The penis was plunged into his belly, all the way to the root. His prostate was pressed, he felt the urge to urinate, and his heels lifted. The calf muscles tensed, and his buttocks involuntarily tightened. In an instant, the various thoughts that had filled his head were washed away at once. With nothing left, he felt dazed, and warmth spread from his buttocks to the top of his head and the tips of his toes, causing a faint spasm.

Shin-woo blinked, looking at the ceiling. The trembling didn’t subside, and the feeling that his body wasn’t moving as he wanted was unfamiliar, so he couldn’t react immediately. He was sure he had reached his peak, but he hadn’t ejaculated. Looking down, the penis on his belly, with its prominent veins and ominous erection, was still heavily in place.

Ma Jae-seung began to move again.

“Ah! Ah, uh, wait, too much.”

What was he trying to say? Shin-woo, who closed his throat and abruptly cut off his words, squeezed his eyes shut. Because of the resilient mattress, the force increased with the rebound each time Ma Jae-seung thrust his hips up. Just when it felt painful because it penetrated too deeply, it scraped against the inner walls as it pulled out, pressing on pleasant spots. If he tightened his buttocks and strained to avoid falling onto the penis, the huge pillar would instead pierce through that taut tension and plunge in, causing him to lose strength completely.

The sound of his lower body colliding echoed. His struck buttocks burned, but he didn’t even notice that his buttocks were numb because of the penis that was thrusting into his hole. Just as the arms that had been holding his waist seemed to loosen slightly, sweaty palms gripped his chest tightly.

“Haa, fuck.”

Shin-woo gasped heavily and clasped the hands of Ma Jae-seung, who was holding his chest. It seemed he misinterpreted it as an attempt to pull them away, and Ma Jae-seung began to caress Shin-woo’s hands instead of his chest. He stroked the back of his hand, then groped down to his wrist and gripped it. Was he so excited that he couldn’t tell what was a hand and what was a chest? Even as he had such a pointless thought, Shin-woo’s gaze was fixed on the clasped hands. He couldn’t take his eyes off the hands that were tightly binding him instead of handcuffs.

Shin-woo forcefully pulled his hands away, then sat up as he was. With the penis still inside him, he raised only his body, not giving Ma Jae-seung a chance to pounce, and forcefully lowered himself onto the penis. The pleasure from the insertion was still there, but it was much more comfortable because there was no contact except for the joint. He felt the large penis wriggling, pressing against his inner walls. Shin-woo, realizing that he would soon ejaculate, diligently pressed his rear against the other man.

Each time his buttocks fell onto his groin, there was a smacking sound. He tried to move quickly to make Ma Jae-seung ejaculate, and he felt the urge to ejaculate as well. The penis was only half pulled out and then thrust back in, increasing the speed and gradually making his anus hotter. The inner walls, softened by the heat, made a messy sound as they sucked on the pillar. Because of that noisy sound, Shin-woo didn’t even realize that he was moaning as if he were out of breath right then.

“Ugh, euung, heut, ah ah, ah…haht.”

Just before reaching his peak, as many people usually do when masturbating, Shin-woo chased after the image that would most efficiently bring him to climax. Even after doing all sorts of lewd things, the image that came to mind at the moment of ejaculation was Ma Jae-seung’s large hand tightly gripping his. The sight of a handsome hand with bulging veins and no scars on its joints, holding a hand that was a mess of calluses and wounds.

Shin-woo swallowed a curse and trembled. Finally, a cloudy stream of semen spurted from his penis, which had been bobbing greatly in time with his movements.

“Heut…haa.”

When he opened his tightly closed eyes, he could immediately picture the stained sheets and the quiet wall. The hand that he had repeatedly engraved in his mind until just before ejaculation flickered like a phantom on the wallpaper.