Double Junk - 9

Chapter 9

09

Ajin was lost in his thoughts, chewing over what to do. Suddenly, something warm slipped between his legs and into the space between his thighs. With a start, he lifted his head and looked down below.

A monstrous thing, like a coiled snake of ten years’ age, had taken its place between his legs. It was Seokju’s member. It was terribly large, thick, and long. It bore no resemblance to a human organ.

Ajin’s eyes widened.

What is that? Is the boss wearing that as a “chili”? Or is it a real snake? People used to talk about how they turned into animals on rainy days. Did he keep that animal in his pants?

Unbelievable. But then how could he walk with something so heavy? That thing could easily fill his pants. Wearing loose trousers wasn’t about patriotism, but maybe to hide that dangling thing between his legs.

It looked nothing like Ajin’s pink genitals. It was deep red, firm, and large. The glans was also unusually swollen, unlike a normal p3nis.

As Ajin was stupefied with shock, Seokju pressed his member against Ajin’s rear entrance.

Ajin’s eyes shot wide open. His entire body, already chilled, now felt freezing. A wave of terror washed over him, as he realized what Seokju was attempting to do.

No, this couldn’t happen. If that monstrous thing entered his rear entrance, he might not survive. It would be better if his throat were cut. He would undoubtedly suffer such excruciating pain that he couldn’t even express it in words. He had lived his life trying not to die. Dying by taking that thing in the back was not an option.

Ajin struggled and thrashed. The loud cries added to his distress.

“Ugh, Boss, please, please stop…”

Ajin’s heel scraped against Seokju’s chin. There was a dull thud. Despite his limp leg, it was quite a powerful kick. Seokju’s head jerked to one side and then slowly returned. His pupils, unlike before, were now clouded. They were strangely unfocused, unlike his usual glare.

It was different from just being angry. Something was off. It was a strange gaze.

Terrified by the grim reaper-like face, Ajin was filled with dread. Seokju ran his fingers through his own hair in irritation, even furrowing his forehead as if he had a severe headache.

“Ah, damn… Please, just… be quiet…”

Then, as if to shush Ajin, he seized his jaw and smacked it onto the floor with a thud.

“Crack…”

Ajin swallowed his moans. The force of the impact was such that even with the blanket, it felt like his head had shattered. Bones seemed to be ringing. His vision blurred. Seokju’s arm, which had pushed Ajin away, reached out toward his head. He wanted to confirm whether the bone was broken or not.

But then, Ajin’s body was suddenly flipped over. Seokju had lifted Ajin. No matter how short and skinny Ajin was, he was still a man. He was turned over as if flipping a pancake.

Ajin became even more terrified. Was this man not really a person but an animal? He suspected so. It was as if Ajin realized that the man was not human, and that’s why he attempted to crawl forward and escape when his body was turned over.

But then, the cloth came down over his face. It was Ajin’s pants, judging by their damp and coarse texture. Half of his face was covered by it. With his nose and mouth blocked by the wet fabric, Ajin couldn’t breathe.

Desperately, he tried to lower the cloth. Just as he managed to expose his nostrils, the cloth was abruptly pulled back. Seokju had grasped both ends of the pants and yanked them backward. The tightly wound cloth entered Ajin’s mouth, almost like a bit.

Seokju tightly clutched his pants, and Ajin screamed. However, all that came out were muffled, suppressed groans of discomfort.

Seokju used his large hand to press down on Ajin’s thin back. Ajin toppled forward. The crude touch unmistakably revealed Ajin’s exposed buttocks, which resembled those of a newborn baby, soft and frail, unlike the buttocks of a gentleman who sat sedately reading or stood all day shooting arrows. Seokju’s fingerprints quickly rose reddish. A smile that was almost visible played on the corners of Seokju’s mouth as he gazed down at it.

Meanwhile, Ajin felt terrified, ashamed, and fearful. He felt like he was suffocating because his mouth was blocked. Breathing only through his nose felt awkward and uncomfortable.

Not knowing what Seokju might do was also terrifying. Would he rub his waist, insert that massive member into his tight rear, or even reach in with his hand to pull out Ajin’s organs, claiming that his rear was unsatisfactory? Unwanted thoughts filled his mind.

However, tragic imaginings are always worse than reality.

His buttocks parted as if they were stretching in opposite directions, and then a thick, warm object touched his opening. Suddenly, without time for Ajin to prepare, it pierced through the tightly closed folds and the glans pressed inside.

Ajin’s head jerked back. His eyelashes stuck together, his mouth opened wide, and tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Ugh, ah! Ugh!”

“Haa… sht. Why is it so tight?”

Seokju muttered curses irritably. Then he pushed his member further, but the unprepared opening tightened around it and pushed it out. Seokju forcefully spread Ajin’s buttocks. It seemed as if the flesh might detach at any moment.

However, his hand couldn’t invade further. Eventually, Seokju withdrew. With a pop, his member came out.

“Ahh… huh…”

Ajin tried to touch his tingling buttocks. It felt like something had burned the opening. However, due to Seokju’s knee pressing against his back, he was pinned back under the blanket.

Seokju reached out to a nearby drawer. His rough hands caused the things on top of the drawer to tumble to the floor. Something broke and scattered. He didn’t care and found what he was looking for. Soon, he held a small glass bottle in his hand.

Seokju uncorked the bottle. He poured the contents onto Ajin’s buttock crevice.

It was a cold liquid. It felt slippery, almost like cooking oil. The sensation of it running down his back sent shivers up his spine.

Ajin’s body tensed up due to the unfamiliarity and strangeness. His buttocks naturally moved inward. Seokju smacked Ajin’s buttocks with force.

The sharp slap made Ajin’s body tremble. His body, weakened by fear, quickly submitted to the violence. As the tension in his buttocks relaxed, his legs naturally opened. However, it seemed that Seokju was still unsatisfied.

He struggled to insert his member into the hole between Ajin’s buttocks. He cursed in a dialect, not as strongly accented as the Busan dialect that Myeongjin used, but certainly not the Seoul dialect. Seokju normally spoke in Seoul dialect. With just a change in his tone, Ajin felt as if he were dealing with a stranger.

“Aww… huh…”

Ajin’s body trembled. Tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks.

Ajin could easily deduce the identity of the powder. Had Seokju mixed flour into his alcohol, or perhaps sugar? It was probably opium. He had heard rumors that Seokju took drugs when he couldn’t sleep.

Oddly, seeing that, Ajin’s mind became strangely calm.

For some reason, it felt strange.

Seokju may have frequented prostitutes every day, but he had never heard rumors of him hitting women or mistreating them. There were no rumors of women screaming in his room at dawn. It was all about dying in pleasure, not like a brutal and violent commoner.

Seokju was doing this, like treading over me like this, because of alcohol and drugs. Seokju was still Seokju, the one who thanked him for floating a piece of paper in water.

Ajin defended Seokju vigorously in his mind. He wanted to. Or maybe because he didn’t want to feel so miserable.

No matter how insignificant his life at the bottom might be. Washing dishes in the pouring rain and being dragged here to be treated like a servant by the boss he served was too painful.

It was more comforting to think that Seokju, who did such things to him, was not in his right mind, rather than believing that he was a person who thought Ajin deserved such treatment.

As Ajin shed tears and stared at the broken glass, Seokju casually inserted his fingers into Ajin from behind and massaged the tense muscles. The oil made for s3x played a helpful role in accommodating Seokju’s fingers.

“Ugh, huh… Uuugh…”

Of course, Ajin still felt pain. With Seokju rummaging inside him like this, he had to suppress the urge to vomit as his insides were stirred uncontrollably.

But that was only for a moment. Seokju’s fingers smoothly retreated. The hole, now soaked in oil, trembled slightly. It had turned a bit redder from earlier when it was pink.

Seokju watched as his own member swayed up and down. His flesh, which had abstained from ejaculation for several days, throbbed and swelled. Seokju pressed his member against Ajin’s hole. Ajin lay half-conscious, sprawled out.

Soon, Seokju’s entry began.

“Uugh…”

Ajin scratched the blanket vigorously as he felt his back being torn apart. He twisted his waist and raised his legs, but none of his struggles could push Seokju away.

Seokju’s member entered relentlessly. Watching Seokju’s excitement as he thrust back and forth into Ajin’s hole, veins bulging on his throbbing member.