Double Junk - 29

Chapter 29

“Ahh…”

Ajin’s eyes widened considerably. His manhood, which had just reached its peak, seemed to be throwing a tantrum, twitching as if in protest. It was a completely unwelcome erection. Ajin used trembling hands to push Seokju’s chest away.

“Boss, wait, just a moment… Hnnn, please, just a moment…”

“No.”

Seokju firmly held Ajin’s buttocks, lifting and lowering him as if he were shaking a doll. Even though Ajin was dry, moving him wasn’t easy. Seokju handled it as though he were shaking a toy.

“Hnnng!”

Ajin felt like his buttocks were splitting, and he struggled, trying to pull away. Seokju gathered his hands and bound them behind Ajin, then continued to move his body.

Ajin experienced a strange sensation, as if his body was melting. The room was flashing, although the lights weren’t on. The relentless pleasure and Seokju’s foreign manhood repeatedly expanded the narrow inner walls of Ajin’s body. With each thrust, it reached deeper into his abdomen, causing his lower belly to throb.

“Ah, ah! Hnng, ah!”

“Haa, haa…”

Ajin whimpered as Seokju’s manhood relentlessly pounded him. If Seokju accidentally pushed deeper, Ajin would gag.

Something was happening to his body. It was a similar sensation to when his legs had contorted strangely, yet it was a different kind of horror.

In this intense fear, Seokju was the only thing Ajin could cling to. Ajin buried his face in Seokju’s neck.

“Please, Boss, slowly, slowly… Hnn, please! Ah, hnn!”

Even though Ajin’s words were soaked with moisture, Seokju didn’t respond. In frustration, Ajin tried to pull his mouth away, but Seokju lowered his head to silence him. It meant that he wouldn’t give in to what Ajin wanted.

As a result, Ajin was at his limits. Both the manhood thrusting below and the tongue penetrating his mouth made breathing difficult. His eyes, wide open and unblinking, twitched.

Then, Seokju’s movements quickened. He lifted Ajin until only the tip of his manhood remained inside, then pushed all the way in, releasing a wet, slippery sound. The room reverberated with the sounds of wind and water. In his fervent movements, Seokju’s thick glans slapped Ajin’s buttocks, leaving a rosy hue.

Ajin’s trembling hands suddenly stopped moving. When Seokju’s manhood was thrust in deeply, it seemed like it might never come out again. Then, something hot burst forth, viscous and copious.

“Ack…”

“Eek…”

Ajin clamped his throat. At first, he thought Seokju was urinating inside him. How could he be doing this for so long? The inner walls, which had already expanded to their limit from Seokju’s manhood, were now even more swollen. Ajin’s once-lean abdomen now bulged.

“Boss, ah! Boss, please…”

Ajin shook his head, trying to escape from Seokju’s grip, but his struggling caused Seokju to thrust slightly deeper. This slight movement made Ajin almost retch.

Even more frustratingly, Ajin’s previously half-erect manhood had just released its milky fluid. It was thinner and dryer than before, but it once again marked Seokju’s chest.

“Hnnn…”

Ajin’s body shivered like a dry winter branch. Despite that, Seokju continued to release himself inside Ajin, with the feeling that he might never come out. Ajin’s body convulsed with the sensation of deep penetration, and he couldn’t regain his senses.

“My belly… it feels like it’s going to burst… I’m going to die, no, no…”

Ajin mumbled incomprehensible words. With a flick of his head, he looked up at Seokju with a pitiful gaze, as if pleading to be rescued.

How beautiful his face was. The sweat-drenched bangs fell to the side, revealing his whole face. Pale and red, it didn’t look human at all. Seokju almost ejaculated while looking at that fantastic face.

Fortunately, Seokju’s release ended before Ajin could suffocate. Seokju gently laid Ajin, who was trembling, onto the bed, and slowly pulled out his deeply embedded manhood.

Ajin’s rear entrance squeezed the exiting manhood. Was it a plea not to leave? Seokju raised the corner of his mouth. He wanted to continue without pulling out, but he resisted the urge, fearing that Ajin might actually die.

With a puffing sound, Seokju’s manhood completely withdrew.

“Ahh…”

Ajin curled up, running his hand over his numb buttocks. The slimy liquid that touched him felt neither like oil nor Seokju’s semen, and he couldn’t distinguish if it was blood. It just felt unjust, miserable, and terrifying.

As Ajin choked back his sobs, Seokju lay over him, licking the dampened corners of Ajin’s eyes and whispering.

“It’s okay. You’re fine.”

“Re-really?”

“Yeah.”

Ajin’s reddened nose looked at Seokju with suspicion, as if he doubted it might be a lie. Seokju smiled lightly and reached under Ajin.

“Ah!”

Seokju’s index and middle fingers entered the loosened rear entrance. Compared to his manhood, they were much smaller, but the sensation was the same.

“W-what are you doing…?”

Ajin tried to push Seokju’s hand away, but when Seokju rotated his hand inside the deep recesses, Ajin felt the accumulated fluid start to flow out.

“Ugh…”

Ajin cringed at the strange sensation. However, his loosened opening just twitched, unable to close back up.

“Look. It’s okay, right?”

Seokju extended his hand, covered in his own semen, toward Ajin. Ajin shook his head.

“I… I can’t see.”

Seokju narrowed his eyes. With darkness now surrounding them, not only his hand but also Ajin’s body was barely visible. Seokju, who had sat up, turned on the ceiling light. It was solely for the purpose of observing Ajin’s rear entrance.

The room became brighter. With the glaring light, Ajin scowled at the burning sensation in his eyes. Seokju raised Ajin’s legs, as if changing a baby’s diaper. Ajin’s waist flipped, and his buttocks rose toward the ceiling. Ajin’s expanded manhood stretched above his belly button from the three ejaculations.

“B-boss…”

Twisting his buttocks in an awkward position, Ajin looked at Seokju, who firmly pressed his lips against the inside of Ajin’s thigh and then parted his expanded opening. The dilated hole stretched horizontally without any resistance.

“Ah…”

“Now you see? No blood, no rupture.”

“O-okay, I get it. I get it. So, please let go now.”

Ajin pleaded as he tried to turn his gaze to the ceiling. However, Seokju didn’t listen to his plea. He moved his thumb along Ajin’s opening.

“Ah!”

“It’s good that Ajin can’t get pregnant.”

“What?”

“Even if I ejaculate a hundred times, you can’t get pregnant. It’s great that you have an ass.”

“…”

“Isn’t it? If you ejaculate a hundred times, will you get pregnant? If Ajin gets pregnant, we’ll have to get married.”

Seokju inserted his thumb into the opening. Then, with his blunt fingertip, he explored and bounced off the soft, hot inner walls. The wrinkles swelled and then returned to their original shape.

“Ah… No, no… It’s not… It’s not…”

Ajin shook his head back and forth.

“What’s not? Pregnancy? Or marriage?”

Seokju asked, chuckling.

“Both. Both.”

Ajin vehemently denied. If Boss had grasped something hard in his hand, he might have smashed his head with it.

“Let go…”

Ajin desperately writhed, but Seokju smirked and got up. Then, without warning, he pushed his now erect manhood into Ajin’s loosened entrance.

“It’s okay. We’ll take it slow.”

Ajin couldn’t even blink. The afternoon tryst that had started late in the day was continuing well past midnight. As he blankly stared at the ceiling, Seokju’s movements began to quicken again.

“Ah, huh, ugh…”

“Haah, haah… Ajin…”

Seokju licked Ajin’s flushed eyes. Meanwhile, he thrust his member deeper into Ajin’s body, nearing what might be the umpteenth climax.

Ajin was worried that Seokju might really be trying to ejaculate a hundred times in his rear entrance. But luckily, Seokju withdrew his manhood and collapsed onto Ajin’s chest. Then he quietly rested his head on Ajin’s nipple.

Ajin took short, labored breaths. He keenly felt the limp, dripping semen between his spread-open buttocks. As he swallowed hard, Seokju lay next to him, embracing him.

“…”

“…”

A long silence ensued. Both were just breathing heavily. Ajin couldn’t overcome his drooping eyelids, fearing that Seokju might penetrate him again. It seemed unlikely that he could wake up, even if Seokju tore him to pieces and devoured him stealthily while he slept.

As Ajin began to doze off in that gloomy state, Seokju’s breath felt warmer and more humid than before. His breathing was irregular.

Ajin’s eyelids shot up. Suddenly, he was wide awake. Could it be… Could it be… No, surely not. Surely Boss wouldn’t… Would he cry?