Clap - 54

Jaemin shook his head. A different kind of shame from when he had enemas in front of them with his bare bottom exposed welled up. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly. If he didn’t look, it would be fine. Then he could just stupidly enjoy the pleasure.

“Tsk.”

It was as if scolding a child, Ihyun clicked his tongue and pulled out his penis completely, then thrust it back in with a smack.

Jaemin, who was hit deep in his stomach, widened his eyes.

Ihyun didn’t stop there.

As if Jaemin’s disobedience was infuriating, Ihyun thrust his penis into him roughly.

“Ah, ugh, ugh, oh, uh!”

Jaemin’s body, crushed underneath, was being pushed deeper into the bed like a nail being hammered down.

That wasn’t all.

His eyes rolled back and then returned as his prostate was crushed.

“Look, quickly.”

Ichan grabbed the back of Jaemin’s head and lifted his neck.

Jaemin, half-forced, had to face the penis pounding into him from behind.

Ihyun’s penis, slick and wet with some unknown fluid, moved smoothly.

It seemed like every time it entered and left his rear, it got wetter.

“Huuu, how is it? Pretty, right? Hmm?”

Like he was caressing a precious jewel, Ichan stroked Jaemin’s rear.

He even spread the hole wide with both thumbs.

“Ha, don’t… ugh, uh, don’t…”

Jaemin, unable to close his eyes or turn away, begged in words, fearing he might be violently pierced again.

But Ihyun didn’t respond at all.

Jaemin looked up.

Perhaps Ichan, in a rare display of mercy, would save him?

But the mischievous smile on his lips denied him even the chance to plead.

After all, it was him holding onto Jaemin’s ankles, so he wouldn’t show any pity.

With nowhere to run, nowhere to escape, a deep sorrow welled up.

“Hah… ugh, ah, uh, no…”

Tears welled up in Jaemin’s eyes.

It wasn’t purely because of the pain or the overwhelming pleasure flooding him.

It was more like the way a hungry, homeless child cries.

“Why are you crying? Hmm?”

Ihyun furrowed his brow in mock sympathy.

But even as he spoke, his hips slapped against Jaemin without stopping.

Jaemin couldn’t hold out either.

Each time Ihyun drilled into his depths, Jaemin’s limp penis dripped clear liquid.

When the fluid ran down his stomach to his chest, Ichan rubbed it with his palm.

It was a situation where contradiction after contradiction piled up.

Nothing, no one, was normal.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah!”

Ihyun maintained that position until the very end.

Thanks to that, all of his weight and strength poured into Jaemin’s rear.

It felt like his spine was going to snap.