5
Just as he was almost free, footsteps echoed from somewhere nearby. Not just one or two people—it sounded like a whole group.
“Uh, is someone in there?”
“Seriously?”
“Unexpected. I thought it was just for display… I assumed it’d be under prep forever.”
“Is it available?”
A group of men in suits entered the room. The place where Sungho was trapped was an employee lounge—not for sexual experiments, but for those who designed tools and handled administrative work. A single sign hung on the door. Sungho couldn’t read what it said from his position, but the bold black letters on a white background were clear and legible:
[F R E E]
(No anal experience)
The employees chuckled at the small text in parentheses beneath “FREE.” Unlike the company’s usual staff—who specialized in enhancing their stamina or refining sex techniques—these men were ordinary employees. Hyeontae, skeptical of Sungho’s potential after Hyeonjun’s scathing report, had placed him in the general employee lounge.
“Now this is some real employee welfare.”
“I was kinda hoping it’d be a woman, though.”
“Like we can afford to be picky in our position? Besides, they didn’t even say to use a condom. Probably means they stuck a guy in here so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy.”
“But why an old guy? You think his dick even works?”
Sungho couldn’t make out their words clearly, but their murmurs outside sent a wave of unease through him. Why am I here like this?
“Wait, is he fingering his own ass? Maybe he’s just inexperienced.”
“Let’s just drain him quick and go.”
The men pushed the door open—it was designed to open only from the outside. Sungho looked up at them, his face twisted in fear. Their eyes held a predatory glint, instinctively setting off alarms in his mind.
“Sir, we’re in your care.”
“W-wait… what, what are you going to do?”
“Huh? We’re here to give you what you want, aren’t we?”
The employees, accustomed to seeing men who openly enjoyed taking it anally, didn’t question where Sungho had come from. Though they weren’t directly involved in physical relations, as developers of sexual devices, they’d encountered every kind of sexual preference imaginable. An older man wearing a dog collar, completely shaved, wasn’t particularly shocking to them. In fact, they found it harder to believe Sungho lacked any deviant tastes. To them, he was just another kinkster.
“W-what do you mean, what I want…”
“You’re laying it on a bit thick with the act, aren’t you?”
The men surrounding Sungho grinned as they dragged him out of the restroom. The sound of a zipper being pulled down—zzik—made it painfully clear what was about to happen. Sungho clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip. Surprisingly, the face that flashed in his mind, the one he resented most, was Yu-jin.
This is all your fault, he thought, tears welling up. If you hadn’t brought up divorce…
He knew Hyeonjun or Hyeontae would call him selfish, petty, and wicked for thinking such things. But Sungho genuinely felt wronged as he stared at the cocks surrounding him, his eyes red with tears.
“Nngh—!”
“Sir, stop clenching your teeth and use your throat. What department are you from? On probation or something?”
One of the men grabbed Sungho’s hair and brutally forced his cock deep into his throat, preventing him from spitting it out by pressing hard on the back of his head. The wet, gagging sounds mixed with the clinking of Sungho’s collar chain against the man’s belt.
“Damn, they said he was a virgin, but he’s really that bad?”
“Is he really inexperienced? Maybe they just wrote that for the vibe? You know, like a concept. How the hell would a virgin think to stick a dildo in his ass?”
“They’ve got that ‘virgin bitch’ fantasy too, right? Similar vein? Though this old man’s about as far from cute as you can get.”
“Fuck, just because we’re in a regular department with average stamina, they stick us with some washed-up old guy?”
The complaining man grabbed Sungho’s ass and spread his cheeks. A half-melted dollop of clear lube was still pooled in his ass. The man smacked Sungho’s ass once, then sighed in disappointment.
“Not much bounce in this ass.”
They examined Sungho’s body from every angle, as if convinced there had to be something special about him in this glass-walled space. Sungho could only tremble in fear, too paralyzed to resist, desperately praying for it all to end. He even stopped blaming anyone—he just begged.
Please, just stop.
After determining there was nothing physically remarkable about him, they proceeded anyway. A wet slap signaled the beginning of penetration.
“Mmmph—!”
Sungho groaned in pain. Tears streaked his face, his wide, terrified eyes quickly losing their light. His ass, already stretched by the vibrator, took the real cock without much resistance.
“Still chasing dick at this age… once you get a taste, you can’t escape.”
The sound of skin slapping skin filled the air as they pistoned into him. Red handprints bloomed on both sides of Sungho’s pale ass. He writhed in pain, his body too overwhelmed to even register the stinging. The thick cock ruthlessly stretched him open, pounding deep inside.
“Nngh—! Br-ngh… u—!”
His body swayed weakly. The employees had called him an old man, but Sungho’s skin was fair. The contrast of the dark cock plunging between his pale cheeks was stimulating enough to override their complaints. Soon, even the dissenters were grunting, focused solely on using Sungho’s body to sate their lust.
“Ngh… haah…”
A cock pulled out, spilling cum into his mouth. The semen dripped down his chin, soiling his collar and chain. Sungho coughed violently, tears streaming down his face. Before he could catch his breath, another man forced his cock into his mouth. His body had already been used by his son and his son’s friend, but he was in no state to handle the employees. All he could do was cry endlessly, gagging and moaning as they took turns with him.
Only after every single one of them had received a blowjob and a turn at his ass was Sungho finally released. The satisfied employees tossed out a parting “Old man, you gotta step up your game” before casually strolling out of the glass-walled room.
Sungho lay sprawled on the floor, covered in cum, his body twitching as he sniffled softly. Bright red handprints marked where they’d grabbed him roughly. He ached all over.
There were plenty of words to describe pain, but all he could think was: it hurts. Even expressing that much felt like too much. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them, this would all be a dream. But when he did, all he saw were the transparent glass walls and the cold floor.
Sungho sobbed a little louder. His light brown hair, matted with cum, clung to his face. Hot tears mixed with the semen, but they weren’t enough to cleanse the filth. He cried until he was too exhausted to make a sound, yet no one came. After lying on the floor for what felt like forever, he finally forced himself up. If he had to stay filthy, he might as well wash off—anything was better than this. His legs trembled as he stumbled toward the shower, gripping the glass wall for support. The cum smeared on his hands left streaks on the glass as he moved.
Inside the shower, he turned on the water, and scalding heat poured over him. It almost felt better. The white clumps swirling down the drain made him sick. Afraid of stepping on them, he stood as far from the drain as possible, letting the water wash over him. Shampoo, soap, and body wash were provided.
“Ugh…”
The body wash had an unusual shape. Inside was a pink, gel-like substance. And it was brand new. Sungho turned the bottle over in his hands, trying to figure out how to use it, then froze. Large letters were printed on the label:
[For Anal Use]
His hands shook as he hurled the bottle to the floor. There was no dramatic splash of pink gel—just the dull thud of plastic hitting the hard shower floor, followed by the patter of water from the showerhead.
“Hngh…”
He thought he had no tears left, no strength to cry, but the sorrow welled up again. Sungho collapsed to the floor and sobbed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
