“And if the nipples grow, it’ll look cute. Give them some attention too.”
Jak pinched Jiwon’s nipple hard. Jiwon’s face burned red. The humiliation was unbearable. Ju-heon watched Jak’s example, then began kneading Jiwon’s chest with his thick, surprisingly gentle hands.
Ju-heon’s hands were rough but deft. Each press from the two men made Jiwon’s body jerk slightly, a strange mix of pain and pleasure. This was insane. But it was real.
Jak gathered and spread Jiwon’s chest, tormenting him. Jiwon could only bite his lip. If he didn’t, he’d—
“Ah, ahngh…”
—moan. The sound slipping past his lips made Jak smirk.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“N-No, it’s not—”
“We’re happy if you’re happy, Leader.”
Jak took Jiwon’s nipple into his mouth. The hot, wet sensation made Jiwon gasp. He tried to push Jak’s head away, but Jak flicked his nipple with his tongue and started sucking harder.
“Ah, ahhh—”
“Ju-heon, try it. It tastes good.”
Before Jiwon could protest, Ju-heon latched onto his other nipple. His broad tongue swirled, his teeth grazed lightly. Jiwon started crying openly. His cock was throbbing, aching.
“Your chest may be small, but it tastes good. You should be proud.”
“Hng, hngh…”
Jiwon wanted to disappear from shame. But the truth was, he did feel good—his chest exposed, being sucked, his body responding despite himself. And though he was hiding it with his knees, his cock was rock hard, desperate.
His secret didn’t stay hidden for long. Jak slid a hand under the robe and grabbed Jiwon’s erection. The white lace underwear was damp.
“You’re leaking.”
“S-Stop, please…”
“Too bad you’re not leaking from your chest too.”
Jak murmured, stroking Jiwon’s cock up and down. The dual stimulation—chest and cock—made his hips buck involuntarily. His toes curled, his ass lifted. Jak noticed his desperation.
“Jak… Mr. Jak…”
“Yes?”
Jak’s hand, slick with precome, moved without hesitation. Jiwon’s cock dripped, the fluid trailing down to his perineum. Jak casually traced the entrance with his finger.
“Hng!”
“It’s strange, Leader. Your chest is being sucked, but you’re leaking down here.”
“Hah!”
“Why are you so eager for this hole?”
Jiwon didn’t know. He couldn’t understand why, after being sucked all morning, his body craved penetration. But it did. Ju-heon was still eagerly sucking his chest.
“Ah. I should introduce Ju-heon properly. Ju-heon, come here.”
Jak spread Jiwon’s legs wide in an M-shape. He and Ju-heon positioned themselves between them.
“This is your cock, Leader.”
Jak tapped Jiwon’s dripping cock, then slowly, teasingly, rubbed his slick perineum.
“And… what’s this? I don’t know, but you like it when I touch you here.”
“Hng, please…”
“And this… is your hole.”
Jak’s fingertip reached Jiwon’s entrance.
“The place that brings happiness to everyone.”
His voice was soft, almost reverent. The damp lace barely covering his hole was maddening. Jiwon covered his face, sniffling. The two men staring at his spread legs made it worse.
“Ju-heon seems interested in your hole, Leader.”
Jak blew gently. Jiwon’s entrance twitched. Jak had Ju-heon fetch a finger cot from the drawer.
“Your body is precious. Handle it with care.”
Jak tore open the package and slipped the cot onto Ju-heon’s middle and ring fingers, then put one on himself. He told Ju-heon to hold Jiwon’s thighs open. Ju-heon obeyed.
“This will bring happiness to everyone.”
Jak pressed his gloved fingers to Jiwon’s entrance, scissoring them gently. The pink, puckered hole resisted, still full from last night. Jak licked his fingers, then pressed them against the entrance again.
“Be very careful. You’re so sensitive.”
The damp fingers slid in. Jiwon’s head fell back as the tight ring of muscle gave way. Inside, the soft, wet flesh clenched around the intrusion. Jak knew how incredibly it would grip a man’s cock. Just the thought made his own cock throb.
“Hng…”
“The entrance is tight, but inside… it’s different.”
Jiwon only sniffled, not saying no. It was strange. He should say no, but the words wouldn’t come. His body knew—knew the pain of being stretched, the pleasure that followed. And deep down, he craved it.
Jak’s fingers probed deeper, stirring the soft flesh. Jiwon’s thighs jerked with each movement. Ju-heon struggled to keep his legs open.
“Ju-heon, you try.”
Jak withdrew his fingers. Jiwon panted. This time, Jak held Jiwon’s legs. Ju-heon hesitated, then thrust his fingers deep inside.
“Aah—”
Jiwon’s body trembled. Ju-heon was surprised by how tightly the hole clenched around his fingers, how soft and slick the inner flesh was. He couldn’t help but press and prod.
“Ah, ahhhh…”
Jiwon’s cock was rock hard, leaking. Jak let go for a moment, then returned with a thin rod—a catheter. He grabbed Jiwon’s cock and inserted the catheter into the urethra.
“Agh!!”
It was a pain he’d never felt before. The narrow opening stretched, filled. Jiwon’s legs shook, tears welling in his eyes.
“Hah, ah, ah… why, why…”
Jiwon gasped for breath. Ju-heon’s fingers were still inside him, and Jak admired his cock, now fitted with the catheter. The humiliation and pain made him want to vanish.
“From now on, you’ll practice only coming from your ass.”
“H-How…”
“Try not to touch the front.”
Jak’s voice was cold. He undid his belt. Jiwon already knew what was coming—Jak’s thick cock, straining against his underwear. Jak freed it, positioning himself between Jiwon’s legs.
“I was worried you might forget my cock, Leader.”
It was ridiculous. How could he forget that? Jak gripped the veined, dark red shaft, rubbing the tip against Ju-heon’s fingers. Jiwon’s eyes widened.
“N-No, not together, please…”
“Ju-heon, pull out.”
As Jiwon thrashed and begged, Ju-heon withdrew his fingers. Jak didn’t waste a second—his cockhead pressed against Jiwon’s entrance, sinking in as the hole stretched around him. Jiwon’s head fell back, breath stolen.
“Ah, ahh, hng, ah!”
He couldn’t breathe. His organs felt crushed, pushed upward. Jak frowned, forcing his cock deeper. The tight hole struggled to accommodate him, but it did. Jak exhaled, savoring the sensation.
“Hah… This is the taste I missed.”
It had been a while, but that only made it better. Jak gripped Jiwon’s thighs and began to move, rocking his hips gently.
“Hng, too… big…”
“Didn’t you take Seonghee’s just fine yesterday?”
“Ahh, but yesterday…”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
