Clap - 67

The tips of Jaemin’s fingers, held by Ichan, were fidgeting aimlessly. Ichan’s faint, exhaled laughter tickled Jaemin’s spine. The urge to urinate intensified. He felt like he was about to release it right away.

“Do you want to pee?”

Ichan asked.

“Yes, yes.”

Jaemin nodded his head three times in a row. His whole body was twisted, and cold sweat covered his forehead. That’s when Ichan, quickly withdrawing his p3nis, flipped Jaemin over. Jaemin’s face looked a bit brighter. But it seemed he didn’t want to just pee on the bed. However, that was a naive misconception, underestimating the two.

Ichan reached out and picked up a chopstick from the bedside tray. It was a thin, slender metal chopstick, spotlessly clean. Jaemin furrowed his brows, seeming clueless about Ichan’s intention.

But as the tip of the chopstick approached his glans, he could no longer ignore the ominous future.

“No, no, I don’t want to!”

Jaemin thrashed his limbs in horrified panic. But Ihyun pressed down on his arms, and Ichan pinned his thighs with his knees, rendering him powerless. The chopstick slid into his narrow urethra. It was unimaginably terrifying. At that moment, the urge to urinate that had been so intense completely vanished.

“If you move, you’ll get hurt.”

Ichan repeated the words Ihyun had said earlier while pressing on his pubic hair. But this time, Jaemin couldn’t stay still at all. He struggled roughly – a brief rebellion. When Ichan firmly gripped the base of his p3nis, the pain was so intense that his body instantly stiffened.

The chopstick jittered in the opening of his urethra. Occasionally, it would penetrate about a fingernail’s width, and then his whole body would grow icy cold, as if all the bl00d had drained to his toes.

“Please don’t… please don’t, teacher. Please…”

Jaemin murmured, begging for mercy. At that moment, the chopstick suddenly plunged into about a third of the length of his p3nis. Jaemin was so shocked that he couldn’t even scream.

“Ugh…”

Ichan didn’t stop there, but pushed the chopstick in a little further, then pulled it out, then pushed it in again. The hole that had never had anything inserted into it before was being violated by the cold metal. Jaemin clawed at the bedsheet. Ihyun snatched Jaemin’s hand and kissed the back of it.

Ichan rotated the chopstick.

“Eek!”

Jaemin’s hips lifted off the bed. He felt like he was going to pee. No, he already had. But with the front blocked, he couldn’t release anything. It was a strange calm. Even if he relaxed, the urine wouldn’t come out.

Ichan pressed the chopstick firmly. But due to the thickening towards the end, it only went in about halfway and wouldn’t go any further. He clicked his tongue, seemingly disappointed.

“Don’t you need to pee anymore?”

He grinned. Amused by the remark, Ihyun chuckled. His eyes couldn’t seem to leave the p3nis with the chopstick stuck in it, as if admiring a profound work of art.

“He’s come alive.”

He murmured, almost to himself. Jaemin, with a metal skewer through the center of his body, didn’t respond. He just wanted to die.

Jaemin, who had a chopstick stuck in an inappropriate place, was handled by Ichan and Ihyun throughout the afternoon, as if playing a joystick with his p3nis. They touched and manipulated the p3nis with the chopstick in it. Only after enduring that for a while was he allowed to go to the bathroom.

He took another shower and fell into a faint sleep. He hadn’t slept well all night, barely eaten, and cried to the point of exhaustion, so he had no strength left.

He regained consciousness in the evening. Even then, it was because Ichan tapped his chin and nose to wake him up. Jaemin looked at him with a hazy gaze.

Ichan was crouching by the bed. Yet he was so large that his eye level was just right with Jaemin’s.

“What would you like for dinner?”

“…”

Jaemin just blinked without answering. This was the first time Ichan had directly asked him what he wanted to eat. No, the fact that he was given any choice at all was a first.