Double Junk - 80

Even after several minutes passed, Ajin’s opening vehemently pushed out Seokju and continued to do so. Seokju grabbed Ajin’s chin over the jacket and shook it left and right.

“Damn it… Hey, act like a man, like a man.”

“Uhuh, uh, uhuh…”

Ajin sobbed, lowering his head. He couldn’t understand how to act like a man when he wasn’t one. He resented Seokju, who demanded something unreasonable. If it weren’t for his private part trapped in his backside, if his chest wasn’t compressed, he would have punched Seokju’s handsome face.

As Ajin’s backside showed no sign of loosening, Seokju eventually started lifting his hips freely.

“Ugh, uh, huff…”

The body trembled roughly. In the agony of his stomach being kneaded, twisted, and torn apart, Ajin screamed. But even screaming with all his might only resulted in feeble moans through the jacket tightly filling his throat.

His head thudded against the sofa backrest. The shriveled private part swinging was embarrassingly shameful.

Seokju grabbed one side of Ajin’s buttocks and pulled it to the side. Ajin’s opening, which had been constantly tightening, slightly loosened. Seokju didn’t miss that gap and forcefully pushed his private part through it.

The room was filled with moist sounds—squelching, thudding, and the sounds of a manly endeavor. Ajin’s spread legs hung lifelessly.

Even after a few minutes, the pain did not diminish. Each thrust of Seokju’s private part, digging deeply and forcefully into Ajin, made his mind hazy.

“Kuk, huff, huh…”

Ajin bit down on the jacket filling his mouth. It was so painful that he felt like he might die. Really, it felt like he might die. At this rate, he might actually die. No, it would be better if he died. He thought…

Despite surviving a car accident, taking a beating from Jingeol, enduring various pains while making a living through guest entertainments, he thought he had become numb to most pain. But now, the agony was so unbearable that he began to long for death. It felt like his soul was shattering into pieces due to the dreadful pain. Perhaps, his body might tear in half, and he might die. He imagined the grotesque image of himself dying in a terrible way. It was frightening, yet he found himself anticipating it.

When Ajin, who had given up on the pain, slumped, Seokju suddenly lifted his legs upward. Knees reached the ears. The waist dried up, and the organs in the stomach were pressed.

As Ajin gasped in this sudden change of position, Seokju began to fiercely strike his private part from top to bottom.

“Uuh! Ugh…”

Terrified, Ajin pushed Seokju’s body, which had come closer. The unbearable pain made him wish he could die. Truly, he wished he could die.

As usual, Seokju’s climax was lengthy, and there was a substantial amount. He went in and out slowly, and due to that, the semen spread like poison everywhere inside Ajin.

Even with the already tight stomach, it swelled even more. Ajin vomited continuously. He could feel the jacket getting soaked with his own saliva.

Finally, Seokju’s climax ended. Ajin collapsed, gasping for breath. He waited for him to withdraw. Considering the many nights they spent together, this affair might not end here, but at least he hoped for a few minutes of rest. The moment to catch his breath after the intense physical activity was profoundly needed.

If there was a chance… he would assert his innocence. Usually, after climaxing, Seokju became more lenient and affectionate. Maybe today, he thought as he caught his breath.

“Huff!”

Seokju increased the speed again. Using the spilled semen as lubrication, he inserted and withdrew his private part faster than before. After the climax, the private part, which had briefly reduced in size, quickly regained its erect state.

Ajin pushed his hands forward blindly. Since he couldn’t see, he pushed everything he assumed to be where Seokju was. He hit Seokju’s chest, stomach, and sometimes his chin. In response, Seokju gathered Ajin’s wrists, pressing them against his chest.

With just one hand, Ajin was bound from his arms to his body. He struggled, but the power difference was too significant. Eventually, Ajin had to endure Seokju’s distorted desire without any resistance.

In this way, Seokju ejaculated into Ajin’s deep belly twice in a row without withdrawing his private part.

Ajin, half-conscious, had to shake with Seokju’s movements. Occasionally, he buried his nose in the jacket, taking deep breaths. He even thought, as absurd as it was, that he wished he could suffocate and die from the jacket covering his nose.

After completing the second climax, Seokju released Ajin’s wrists, which he had been holding. However, Ajin remained still, as if being pressed by something. He didn’t resist, nor did he pull down the jacket covering his face. He just stayed there, crumpled.

Seokju, who had deeply inserted his private part into Ajin from behind, pulled it out without care and stepped back. Ajin’s legs, which had been raised, fell down. Having lost support, Ajin slid down under the sofa.

Although his knees painfully hit the floor, Ajin didn’t let out a single whimper. Instead, the wide-open backside bothered him more. It was tightly closed when Seokju first invaded, fiercely pushing him away. Now it was wide open, twitching, and the warm semen flowed out through it.

“…”

Ajin silently shed tears. Even someone who sold their body for a living, which Ajin had never seen, probably wouldn’t endure such treatment. Eyes, mouth, hands, body—all tied up, only leaving an opening for others. It was miserably humiliating.

Ajin continued to cry. Whether it was because of the fact that he was forced to sell his body, or because Seokju bought his body, or simply because it hurt, he couldn’t tell. Tears flowed incessantly.

Suddenly, his surroundings became bright. Seokju had removed the jacket. The jacket that had been in his mouth entirely, was torn away, scraping the corners of his mouth.

Lowering his head, Ajin frowned. The bright sunlight pierced his eyes. He had forgotten, but it was daytime. They came down from the mountain early in the morning, so it must be around noon by now.

Ajin stared blankly into the empty air with narrow, teary eyes. Seokju stood in front of him. His shadow loomed over Ajin’s face. Although they had looked at each other throughout the entanglement, for some reason, seeing each other now felt like meeting after a long time.

Seokju sat down in front of Ajin. With the closer distance, Ajin’s face, smeared with tears, was much clearer. His eyes and lips were vividly red, and his face was pale, as if he had applied makeup. Although his cheek, which had received Seokju’s slap, was swelling with a bluish tint, it wasn’t unpleasant to look at.

Seokju grabbed Ajin’s jacket, soaked with tears, saliva, and sweat. He used it to wipe Ajin’s face. The dirt and stains that had been scattered all over disappeared. The once filthy face became noticeably clean.

Seokju’s lips curled up, almost suggesting satisfaction, as he looked at Ajin’s deteriorated yet vibrant appearance.

Tossing the jacket aside, he firmly squeezed Ajin’s reddened buttocks, then gently caressed the soft thigh without much muscle definition, moving down to the smooth calf. He grabbed the calf, stretched the leg, and extended it fully. The buttocks, adorned with a slightly reddish hue, and the widened opening came clearly into Seokju’s view along with the flaccid pink private part.

Licking his lower lip, Seokju pressed his recently erected private part against Ajin’s opening. Ajin, who had been relaxing, shuddered.

“No, don’t! No!”

Twisting his legs, Ajin managed to escape from Seokju’s grip. In a moment of distraction, his calf slipped out. Desperately, Ajin crawled forward. Even though escaping from Seokju’s spacious room might be impossible, he just wanted to run away for now.

Dragging his buttocks, Ajin crawled forward. This time, his ankle was caught. Ajin kicked his foot again. However, the robust grip strength didn’t diminish. Ajin was dragged forward by Seokju.

Looking up at Seokju, Ajin shook his head pleadingly. Nevertheless, Seokju penetrated Ajin’s opening without hesitation.