PV Ch.13 Part 1

#13. 2 Sticks in 1 Hole, Failed

“How long do I have to wait?”

Bomin wriggled on top of him, and Han Biseong felt like he was dying. Those tight inner walls were greedily sucking at his dick. He wanted to move, but Yoon Bisam was carefully stretching Bomin’s hole open.

“Bear with it. It’ll tear if you put it in now.”

Yoon Bisam used another finger to widen the space for his cock, slowly stretching the flesh. The hole, which had seemed too small with one finger, began to accommodate the slow movement, opening up to accommodate him.

“Lee Bomin, hold on tight.”

The hole, widened by Yoon Bisam’s fingers, revealed its crimson flesh. It gurgled, longing for something else to enter.

Yoon Bisam slowly pushed his thick glans into the newly created space. Bomin, who had been rubbing against Han Biseong’s chest, jumped like a fish impaled on a spear.

“Hnngh, ahhh!”

It was a scream born not of pleasure but pure pain. Bomin’s eyes flew open, his face draining of color until it was nearly blue.

Unable to do anything but scream in agony, Bomin eventually went rigid, his voice dying in his throat, leaving only a gaping mouth.

“Ugh… Hey, isn’t this too tight?”

Having barely swallowed Yoon Bisam’s cock to the base of the head, the stretched hole rapidly contracted.

Even without Han Biseong’s arm holding him down, Bomin was frozen, lips parted, tears silently flowing down his face.

Han Biseong gently stroked Bomin’s back, hoping to soothe his tense muscles, but it was no use. Instead of relaxing, Bomin’s body only grew stiffer.

“Shut up, feeling your dick rubbing against mine is even worse.”

“Who said I was enjoying this?”

What neither Yoon Bisam nor Han Biseong had anticipated was that when two cocks were simultaneously inserted into Bomin’s hole, their skin would rub together. The sensation of the walls was pleasant, but feeling the other’s cock so intimately was as disgusting as being covered in shit.

“And Lee Bomin, you’re in too much pain. You can barely breathe.”

A strangled sound escaped Bomin’s throat as he struggled to catch his breath. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins in his slender neck were so prominent they looked as though they might burst with a single touch.

“This isn’t going to work. We should just pull out….”

As Han Biseong started to get up, pushing Yoon Bisam away, a deafening crash echoed from the direction of the front door. The door was blown off its hinges as someone barged into Bomin’s quarters, heading straight for the bedroom.

“…Fuck.”

Song Jaeho, who had been on the verge of a rampage, had been under close supervision at the association after his return. Though Bomin’s guiding had calmed him down, the higher-ups wanted to be absolutely sure that Song Jaeho was no longer a danger to himself or others.

After all the tests and scrutiny, he was finally free and immediately went to see Bomin. But of all the places to find him, it was in his new room where he was in agonizing pain.

When he entered the room and saw the scene, Song Jaeho’s mind went blank.

“Ugh… Song Jaeho, you bastard…”

“Cough…”

In an instant, Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam were flung away from Bomin, slamming into the wall. The force was so great that cracks appeared in the wall where they had been.

Song Jaeho’s rampage risk, which had been under control, began to rise rapidly, warning him of the danger, but his mind was already consumed by a primal rage.

Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, spitting blood, struggled to their feet and faced him. Bomin’s once cozy room was now in ruins.

“Hngh, uh… Jaeho….”

Bomin whimpered, reaching for Song Jaeho. His hole, stretched by two massive cocks, was slowly returning to its normal size, but at an unusually slow pace. It was tightly shut as if nothing had happened, but the redness and swelling were evident.

Just as Song Jaeho was about to use his unseen power to crush Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam, he regained his senses and approached Bomin.

“…Are you alright?”

“Hngh…”

Bomin shook his head weakly, nestling against Song Jaeho’s chest. His slender frame trembled uncontrollably, as if he’d been drenched in ice-cold water.

Song Jaeho pulled the blanket over Bomin’s bruised, marked, and sticky body. Long, tear-drenched eyelashes fanned across his flushed cheeks, and shallow breaths escaped his parted lips.

“This isn’t over.”

“Not over my ass. You already made us cough up blood, what more do you want? You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Han Biseong ran a hand through his messy hair. He had risked his life to guide the bastard back from the brink of losing control, and this was the thanks he got?

Seeing Bomin’s state, he felt a twinge of guilt. However, he was more enraged by Song Jaeho’s murderous glare than remorseful.

“Han Biseong, that’s enough. Song Jaeho, you should just take Lee Bomin and go. Unless you want to deal with both of us.”

Yoon Bisam, who had spat a mixture of blood and saliva on the floor, intervened between the two. He also knew that what he had just done was wrong.

Bomin’s body was delicate compared to theirs, and forcing two cocks into his hole at once was bound to be more painful than pleasurable for the receiver.

“You’re letting him just walk away? Who says you can?”

Han Biseong glared at the two, about to move to stop Song Jaeho who was turning to leave with Bomin.

“Stop.”

However, he was forced to let them go as Yoon Bisam blocked his path, radiating a chilling aura.

Annoyance twisted Han Biseong’s features. He had come to receive Bomin’s guiding, but he had been so caught up in the act itself that he hadn’t received any.

His rampage level made him irritable, his head feeling as though it were about to burst into flames.

“Don’t act all high and mighty now. You’re just as bad as me for forcing our dicks into Lee Bomin’s hole.”

“I know.”

“You cold bastard.”

Han Biseong and Yoon Bisam were like oil and water. Their abilities, fire and ice, were polar opposites, reflecting their personalities.

Han Biseong was hot-headed, acting impulsively, while Yoon Bisam was calculating to a fault.

And yet, he lost his composure, behaving no differently than Han Biseong, whenever it involved Bomin. Just a while ago, he had been consumed by the act of forcing two cocks inside Bomin. Seeing him back to his usual cold self was infuriating.

“Whatever.”

The memory of Bomin, half-conscious and clinging to Song Jaeho as they left, filled him with a sense of futility.

Han Biseong gathered his clothes and left the ruined room. Yoon Bisam lingered, standing alone in the room that still faintly held Bomin’s scent, his expression unreadable.

***

“Those fucking bastards…”

Song Jaeho gritted his teeth, carefully examining the marks left on Bomin’s body. Instead of taking Bomin to the treatment center, he brought him back to his own room.

Bomin’s dorm was a complete mess. He had decided to keep Bomin in his room.

As soon as he entered, he headed to the bathroom. He filled the large bathtub with warm water and carried Bomin into it.

The clothes he was wearing quickly became soaked, but it didn’t matter.

He had been crying so hard his eyes were red and swollen, and his lips were swollen. It wasn’t just his face that was a mess. The closer he looked, the more he saw the signs of sex all over his mouth, neck, buttocks, hips, and chest.

He liked leaving marks on Bomin during sex, but that was when he was the one leaving them.

Seeing the marks left by others made his heart constrict. He again saw Bomin in pain, being pierced by two cocks.

“Lee Bomin, drink this.”

He used half of the top-grade recovery potion on the numerous marks on Bomin’s body, focusing on the entrance and inside of his abused hole.

Bomin needed to drink the rest of the potion to heal his internal injuries. Song Jaeho caressed Bomin’s cheek and called his name, but Bomin’s eyes remained closed.

Without hesitation, Song Jaeho brought the remaining potion to his own lips, tilting Bomin’s chin up. He parted those soft lips with his tongue, slowly pouring the potion into Bomin’s mouth.

Unconscious, Bomin couldn’t swallow properly, and most of the potion spilled out. Song Jaeho licked into Bomin’s mouth, moving his tongue further in, prompting an involuntary swallow.

“Good boy.”

Song Jaeho gently wiped the spilled potion and cleaned the rest of Bomin’s body, wrapping him in a large towel. Bomin was carried to the bedroom like a baby wrapped in a blanket.

After making sure Bomin was warm and dry, and covering him with the blanket, Song Jaeho went to the bathroom to clean himself and returned.

Bomin was still fast asleep, breathing softly. Thanks to the recovery potion, his complexion looked more relaxed.

“I missed you.”

Pulling back the blanket, Song Jaeho gathered the warm body in his arms. Finally, he could breathe freely again.

He inhaled Bomin’s sweet scent, burying his face in Bomin’s neck. The familiar ache in his groin returned.

His hardened cock throbbed against Bomin’s smooth skin, brushing against his own unreceptive member.

His large hand moved down, tracing Bomin’s slim waist before slipping between his buttocks.

The image of that hole, still stretched from accommodating two massive cocks, flashed before his eyes. He had been consumed by a blinding rage back then, but now, imagining his own cock inside… it stirred something different within him.

“Hmm…”

Even in sleep, Bomin seemed to sense the intrusive touch, letting out a soft moan.

“Sorry.”

Bomin had just been through an ordeal, used by those two bastards. Song Jaeho came back to his senses, gently stroking Bomin’s hair.

“Mmm…”

Perhaps enjoying the feeling of being cared for, Bomin snuggled closer, his breathing, which had been uneven just moments ago, settling into a peaceful rhythm like a baby bird finding comfort in its nest.

“This isn’t so bad.”

As much as he wanted to ravish Bomin, just holding him like this felt… different, but good. It was fulfilling. Watching Bomin relax in his arms brought a smile to his lips.

He closed his eyes, focusing on Bomin’s scent and warmth. The exhaustion that had plagued him since losing Bomin crashed over him in waves.

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