Clap - 14

Ichan said. Jaemin jerked his head up. What, what’s okay? On what basis did he make such a judgment? Before Jaemin could question further, Ichan’s index finger slipped away. And his buttocks widened to the point of splitting in two. The syringe touched him again.

It started injecting liquid into Jaemin’s body again. It felt like strong waves hitting his stomach. Goosebumps rose on Jaemin’s buttocks. Ihyun and Ichan watched and silently chuckled.

“Ugh… No, I don’t like it.”

Jaemin’s fingers twitched. His toes curled in and out repeatedly.

Ichan tapped Jaemin’s fingers with his fingertips. Jaemin’s fingers, reddened by the rope, looked like tempting fruits. He promised to suck them clean after this was over.

When the liquid in the second syringe was halfway gone, Jaemin squeezed his toes inward forcefully. He couldn’t breathe. It felt like his stomach was going to burst. The unreleased liquid seemed to reflux and almost spurt out of his throat.

“Now, no, stop. No- Ugh, ugh!”

Unable to bear it, Jaemin retched violently. Only then did the syringe retreat. But Jaemin was still clenching his back. He knew that any careless movement could lead to a disaster. He never wanted to do anything that would shatter his dignity as a human being.

Perhaps his resistance was pitiful. Ichan pulled out something the size of a halved banana from his pocket. Smooth surface, heavy weight, firm texture, an arch-shaped body with a handle the size of a five-hundred-won coin. It was an anal stopper.

Ichan inserted it according to the wrinkled folds. And with a twist, he pushed it in firmly.

“Ugh!”

Jaemin curled up as if hit in the throat. Ichan didn’t back off but checked if the stopper was securely in place by turning it or pulling it.

Although it wasn’t a large size, Jaemin’s hole, experiencing something being inserted for the first time, clung tightly to the stopper.

Ihyun and Ichan nodded at each other. Ihyun threw the syringe he was holding into the basket, and Ichan descended from above Jaemin. Jaemin, partially freed, turned over to check his abdomen. It felt like his stomach had burst. It seemed like blood would come out.

However, his swollen belly was just bulging like a balloon, with no apparent injuries. It was unclear whether this was fortunate or unfortunate.

Jaemin swallowed his belated sorrow. His eyes were reddened. His lips, unknowingly bitten, were bloody, and his shrunken pupils were filled with anger and resentment.

“Crazy, bastards… Sons of bitches…”

Ihyun and Ichan swallowed dry saliva. Their bulging Adam’s apples bobbed roughly. Jaemin had a face so seductive that it was almost excessive. When he was absent-minded, he didn’t notice, but when he twisted his eyes, nose, and mouth like that, it made his ribs itch.

Ichan sat beside Jaemin and kneaded his buttocks. The hardened flesh, with a lot of force applied, didn’t feel pleasant. But the smooth skin was satisfying.

“When you become an omega, you’ll get softer, right?”

Ihyun also sat on the bed. And he kneaded Jaemin’s other buttock.

“Yeah, I guess so. It’ll be pretty.”

I wanted to put my cock in here. My legs were trembling just right.

The two of them discussed their future without caring whether Jaemin listened or not. How much smoother their skin would become. How wet their tight hole would get. And what kind of ecstatic pheromones would fill the air.

Jaemin was sandwiched between them and didn’t rebel at all. He couldn’t rebel. If he moved carelessly, it felt like everything would burst. So he could only glare at them with his eyes.

Ten minutes. Only ten minutes had passed. And in those ten minutes, Jaemin’s face was so soaked with tears that it was on the verge of melting. Round tears fell incessantly. His previously dirty belly was now bubbling.

The cold sweat running down his spine felt more intense than a fierce interrogation. He had to conserve his breath because his stomach felt so full with every breath.

“Ugh, bath… Please, bathroom.”

Jaemin looked up at Ihyun and Ichan with moist eyes. He wanted to grab onto something, even a corner, and beg, but his hands were tied, so he couldn’t.

Ihyun observed Jaemin with his chin resting on his hand. Ichan was half lying on the bed, admiring Jaemin’s buttocks. The densely gathered wrinkles were so cute. Only those who hadn’t seen it would not know.