Double Junk - 81

“Ah, ugh….”

Ajin collapsed onto the cold floor. The penetrating organ causing renewed pain in the already worn-out cavity was unbearably agonizing.

Ajin tried to push Seokju away with his feet and, with his hands, scratched the floor as he attempted to crawl away. Perhaps due to the absence of the jacket that covered his sight and restrained his breathing, he felt more energized than before.

However, his escape failed before it even began. Seokju, who had toppled him, pressed down on his back with a large palm.

“Kuk….”

Under the powerful force resembling a solid block, Ajin’s body contorted into curves. His head and upper body stuck closely to the floor, while his buttocks lifted upward. It looked as if someone was squeezing his private part with determination.

Seokju, observing Ajin’s exposed backside, raised his sturdy organ, smacking it against Ajin. Ajin’s damp, black hair swayed heavily. Seokju could feel Ajin’s ragged breath, his fragile heartbeat, and the movement of his fluttering shoulder blades. In response, Seokju’s private part swelled even more.

“Haah….”

Seokju thrust his vigorously erect organ into the narrow opening. The rhythmic sounds of penetration continued ceaselessly. Ajin pleaded, scratching the floor with his fingers.

“Manager…please…uh, stop…please….”

“….”

“It hurts, Manager…uhh, it hurts….”

Ajin’s anguished expression folded. When he was on the sofa, enduring only the force of Seokju’s private part, it was bearable. But now, it wasn’t the same. With no blanket to shield him from the impact, Seokju’s strength on the bare floor caused pain all over his body.

His knees pressed against the floor felt twisted, his pressed cheek made a sticky, frictional sound, and the waist bearing Seokju’s weight felt stiff and on the verge of breaking.

“Kuk, hoo, ugh, it hurts…. Ahh! Manager, please….”

Ajin repeated the same words. It hurts, stop, please, too painful, painful, painful. However, Seokju remained silent, relentlessly pressing his private part without a break.

How much time passed? Seokju prepared for climax again. The waist movements quickened, and the warm breath scattering from his back became even hotter. Sensing this, Ajin opened his eyes.

He was angry. I don’t like any of this. It was infuriating that Seokju was enjoying himself while completely ignoring Ajin’s pleasure.

It was so unfair. Ajin screamed in frustration, started to rebel fiercely.

“I hate it! Don’t do it! Damn it! Ahhh! Don’t-!”

Wriggling his body, shouting until his voice cracked, pushing Seokju with his hands, and kicking Seokju’s knees with his feet. Ajin’s scream echoed loudly enough for everyone in the house to hear.

“Ha….”

Seokju let out a dry laugh at Ajin’s futile resistance. He stopped the vigorous waist movement due to the pathetic rebellion. Ajin’s eyelashes lifted upwards. Perhaps Seokju would stop this action now, giving rise to a premature hope.

Naturally, it was a misguided expectation. Seokju, tearing apart Ajin’s tattered shirt, pulled it back and tied Ajin’s wrists. He pulled back the jacket that had been thrown away, inserting it deeper and more forcefully than before.

“Uhoo…, ugh….”

Ajin whimpered, still resisting. It was a pitiful sight, but Seokju didn’t bat an eye. Ajin brought this upon himself. What he thought would be easy if he just surrendered and pleaded, was now difficult, and he foolishly struggled against it.

Seokju spread his slender legs, forcefully thrusting the semi-exposed organ. Ajin’s chin was lifted, and his vision spun upside down.

Tears flowed backward through the tear ducts.

Beyond the window covered with blinds, a purple-hued darkness crept in. Initially, it was early morning; when Ajin flipped his jacket inside out, it was noon, and by the time he took it off again, evening was approaching.

Ajin lay crumpled under the sofa. His arms were still tied behind him. Nevertheless, the jacket that had been suffocating him was now stuck under the table far away. Thanks to Seokju, who miraculously appeared like a ghost, pulling the jacket out just when Ajin was on the verge of suffocation during the rough intercourse.

For Ajin, it was unfortunate. He had been contemplating that it would be better to faint, repeating that thought for the umpteenth time.

Since then, several more hours had passed, and now the night was beginning to arrive.

Ajin stared at the window through unfocused eyes. Seokju’s room, unlit, had a subtle bluish tint. The darkness felt strangely comforting because Seokju’s cold face wasn’t vividly visible.

Ajin, lying sideways like a crucian carp, opened and closed his mouth like a fish. Even though it wasn’t a significant movement, it felt irritatingly itchy, as if his cheeks were tearing apart. His face, wet with tears, alternated between wet and dry, becoming sticky.

However, it wasn’t unbearable to the point where he couldn’t stand it. The sensory overload from Seokju’s relentless violence had all but disappeared. Now, even if Seokju pinched his chest, squeezed his throat, or slapped his cheek, he could stay limp and lifeless like a corpse.

Ajin rolled his large, solid eyeballs. Not far away, Seokju stood.

He had taken off his sweaty shirt, unbuttoning it while sipping on a drink. The glass filled with liquor went down his throat in a gulp. Seokju poured another round right after the first, and then filled it a second time in succession.

Setting down the glass, Seokju immediately pulled out a cigarette. Exhaling smoke, he looked at Ajin. Ajin subtly averted his gaze. There was no particular reason; it was just uncomfortable to meet eyes with Seokju.

However, Seokju seemed displeased with it.

Approaching Ajin with wide strides, he kneeled in front of him, placing his knees between Ajin’s legs. The scent of alcohol wafted heavily.

Seokju swept Ajin’s bangs to the side, and then, after pinching and poking around, he spread Ajin’s knees, revealing the swollen hole. Soon, his private part approached the swollen opening.

Startled, Ajin shook his shoulders.

“Manager… please…”

“….”

“No… don’t…”

A painfully weak voice resisted Seokju. It was a voice devoid of strength and vitality, to the point that it was uncomfortable to listen to. However, Seokju paid no attention. He continued to push his hot private part relentlessly.

“Ah…”

Trembling, Ajin looked up at the seemingly distant ceiling. Warm tears streamed down his face.

Seokju began to move. With rhythmic thrusts of his waist, Ajin flinched involuntarily. It was horrifically painful to be assaulted again in the place that had already been ruthlessly abused.

Turning his head to the side, Ajin closed his eyes. His chin was gripped tightly.

“Look.”

“Hu…, it hurts…”

“Look, Ajin.”

Seokju shook Ajin’s torn lower lip with his thumb. Ajin reluctantly met Seokju’s gaze. The vacant sky-blue pupils clashed with jet-black ones from a close distance.

While exhaling smoke, Seokju stared at Ajin. Ajin’s eyes trembled like buoys on the sea.

Seokju moved even closer, leaned in, and whispered in Ajin’s ear, “Say you like it.”

Ajin’s eyeballs wavered as if they were floating on the sea. Seokju continued to gaze into his eyes without issuing the command. Ajin, silently crying, turned his head.

“Uh…, I don’t like it… I don’t like it, Manager…”

Why does he keep mentioning others, others? I’ve never been someone else in my entire life. If I have to pinpoint, it would be the day when rain poured down. The day Seokju forced himself on me. I didn’t understand why I was treated like this, and where Seokju heard such stories to act this way remained a mystery.

Ajin continued to shake his head, and Seokju’s lips twisted grotesquely. Ajin had nothing positive to affirm. It was deeply unpleasant.

Seokju hooked his thumb behind Ajin’s lower front teeth, like piercing a fish’s lower jaw with a fishing hook. Then he lifted Ajin’s head and thudded it onto the floor.

“Ah…”

Ajin groaned, squeezing one eye shut. The sensation of his brain shaking made his stomach churn. Amidst this, Seokju’s organ, swollen from the encounter, felt excessively detailed.

It was all pain everywhere. It was tormenting, and Ajin wanted to escape. However, it was impossible until Seokju allowed it. Until he gave permission, Ajin couldn’t escape from his embrace. Throughout the day-long intercourse, Ajin had learned this very clearly.

“Do it.”

Seokju commanded again. While doing so, he withdrew his private part halfway and then forcefully pushed it back in. Ajin stammered, trembling at the waist.

“I like… um, it’s good… Manager…”

“Continue.”

Seokju let go of Ajin’s mouth as if throwing it away. While gripping Ajin’s buttocks and vigorously thrusting into the narrow hole from which semen was dripping, Ajin repeated the same words, scraping the bare floor.

“It’s good… uh, good… Manager…”

Seokju lifted one of Ajin’s legs onto his shoulder. Then, holding Ajin’s thin waist tightly with his lower body, he pushed deeper. Ajin’s lower abdomen bulged.

Ajin convulsed. His mouth, wide open like a crucian carp, gasped loudly. Hollow breaths escaped through his dry throat.

Seokju stared at Ajin persistently while vigorously moving his waist. It was coercion. Coercion to do what he was told. Ajin, who noticed the gaze, licked his chapped lips delicately.

“It’s good…”

Seokju chuckled and increased the speed. Ajin’s ankle, resting on Seokju’s shoulder, swayed back and forth.

Ajin glanced at Seokju’s slightly smiling lips. It was a strange smile. Even though the corners of his mouth were lifted, it didn’t look joyful or happy.

Ajin strained his eyes, trying to see his face more clearly. However, the night was faster, and darkness prevailed. Early evening is short. It’s even shorter in winter, almost fleeting. The night approached rapidly, as if it could be sensed moment by moment.

Seokju’s smile quickly vanished into the darkness. Soon, his face was engulfed in blackness.

Ajin couldn’t see anything.