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Hyeonjun pressed Jihun’s cock against Sungho’s lips and spoke. Sungho’s twisted expression only made him look pitiful. Hyeonjun wondered why someone who reacted like this when it happened to him had ever done such things to others. He’d rarely seen Sungho’s face before, and after the divorce papers were stamped, he’d disappeared without a trace, making his face even fainter in Hyeonjun’s memory. It was hard to believe that this naked, whimpering man, refusing pleasure, was really his father. The man sucking Jihun’s cock out of fear was utterly pathetic.
“You were right, Dad. Not a single thing you said was wrong.”
The “Dad” he was referring to was Hyeontae. He had told Hyeonjun to see for himself just how worthless Sungho was. Dissatisfied with Sungho’s clumsy tongue work, Jihun twitched his hips, trying to get more stimulation as he squirmed. It was almost like he was piston-fucking Sungho’s mouth. Sungho, who had barely even taken the tip of Jihun’s cock into his mouth, was already gasping as if in agony. Hyeonjun clicked his tongue and slid a condom onto something even thicker than the vibrator he’d used on Sungho earlier. Then, he rammed it straight into Jihun’s ass.
“Ngh… fuuck…!”
Jihun, who had been carefully licking Sungho’s cock, moaned as his ass clenched around the intrusion. Sungho’s eyes widened in shock as he watched Jihun’s ass swallow the thick vibrator right in front of him. Hyeonjun, as if to show off, deliberately thrust the vibrator deeper and turned on the vibrations.
“Nngh! Ah, f-fuck, ahh… it’s so, ahh… so good… ahh!”
Jihun moaned. Sungho’s half-hearted licking had left him soft, but now he was hardening again. Surprised by the sudden swelling in his mouth, Sungho frowned. From his perspective, every single thing happening was terrifying. Knowing Jihun wouldn’t be able to finish just from Sungho’s tongue, Hyeonjun enthusiastically fucked his friend’s ass with the vibrator. After dealing with so many people at the company, he’d gotten quite skilled at fucking others from behind. Every now and then, he’d spank Jihun’s ass as if for emphasis, and a trickle of pre-cum would leak from Jihun’s urethra. All of Jihun’s fluids went straight down Sungho’s throat. Sungho grimaced at the bitter taste and panted heavily. The soft tongue working below and the mucous membranes in his mouth felt obscenely stimulating. This was more blissful than any blowjob he’d ever received—even more so than the one from his own son, who had humiliated him. It was hard to imagine that this was the tongue of a masochist getting bound and fucked in the ass.
“Ngh!”
His body trembled. Jihun slurped up the cum. Compared to the people at the company, Sungho didn’t cum much, just as Hyeonjun had said—his cock really was unremarkable. As if to console Jihun for his disappointment, Hyeonjun grabbed the base of the vibrator and rotated it in circles, stimulating his pleasure spots.
“Ungh… ah, ahh… Hyeonjun… ah…!”
Even though the movements were somewhat repetitive, it was enough stimulation to make him cum. Jihun shot his load straight into Sungho’s mouth. True to his reputation as the company’s adorable youngest employee, the amount was enormous. Since he hadn’t properly taken the cock into his mouth, the moment he came, the cock slipped out, spraying cum all over Sungho’s mouth and face.
“…You’re so filthy.”
Hyeonjun took the phone Jihun had been holding and snapped a picture of Sungho’s cum-covered face. His expression was dazed. If you got fired from the company over this, you’d have no excuse, he taunted. Of course, Sungho was too shocked to understand what that even meant.
“Let’s go.”
Hyeonjun roughly wiped Sungho’s face with a towel and put the blindfold back on. When he undid the restraints on his arms and legs, red marks were clearly visible. He dressed Sungho again and tied his hands behind his back so he couldn’t resist. Since the vibrator was still inside him, Sungho stood frozen, unable to struggle.
“Dad wants to see you.”
Sungho, who had been thinking Hyeonjun’s words were strange, suddenly had a thought.
Did Yu-jin remarry?
But Yu-jin had been miserable throughout their entire marriage and had barely even come home. There were even rumors among coworkers that she had started a new life somewhere else on a business trip, and they’d joked about her having an “office wife.” Since he hadn’t properly contacted her after stamping the divorce papers and leaving the house, he had no idea how she’d been doing all this time. Judging from Hyeonjun’s phone call, it was clear he had a new father figure.
But Sungho didn’t ask. He didn’t want to hear about his new dad from Hyeonjun’s mouth, and everything that had just happened felt too surreal to process. It was all too horrifying to even think about.
Even though he had been the one to suggest the divorce, he’d regretted it for days. He hadn’t expected Yu-jin to hold on to him, though. From the beginning, she’d always said she’d only stay until Hyeonjun was grown, and after that, they’d go their separate ways. When she actually served him with divorce papers, he couldn’t bear it and suggested the divorce first—a petty attempt to cling to his last shred of dignity.
Sungho followed Hyeonjun’s lead, anxious. He didn’t know his son well, but the Hyeonjun leading him now felt like a complete stranger, and that made him even more afraid. Hyeonjun and Jihun took Sungho to the back of the company building. Even as they boarded the employee-only elevator, Sungho remained blindfolded in the darkness.
“I brought him like you asked, sir.”
The elevator doors opened with a ding, and Hyeonjun spoke to someone as he stepped out. A young man’s voice replied, telling him good job and to leave. Hyeonjun patted Sungho’s shoulder and walked past him with Jihun.
“Well, see you next time. Hope you’re a little more honest then.”
Hyeonjun’s voice faded as he and Jihun whispered to each other—Since we handled things properly, Dad will reward us, Jihun—until they were out of earshot. Sungho, left alone in the unknown space, turned his blindfolded head this way and that. The room was quiet.
“Uh… hello?”
He called out to whoever might be in the room, planning to ask them to undo the restraints on his hands.
“Come this way.”
A low voice guided Sungho. He heard the sound of a door opening but could only tell that he was being led somewhere. Suddenly, everything went quiet.
“Wait, what, what is this…!”
He felt strong hands fasten something around his neck. Sungho panicked and asked, but the man didn’t respond. The man who had undone the restraints on his hands began stripping Sungho’s clothes off. The moment Sungho tried to resist, the man yanked hard on the leash.
“Gahk—!”
His throat constricted, and Sungho collapsed weakly. After stripping him completely naked, the man securely fastened the leash to the wall. The leash was quite long—long enough for Sungho to move around freely within the space. And the wall it was attached to had a lock installed. It was designed so he couldn’t just undo the leash and escape. Finally, the man removed Sungho’s blindfold.
“Ugh…?”
The sudden brightness made Sungho blink several times. He was inside a glass wall. More accurately, it was like some kind of partitioned space. The only unusual thing was that all the walls dividing the space were made of transparent glass, so everything inside was visible.
“That’s all.”
The man bowed politely and left, taking Sungho’s clothes with him. Sungho was left completely naked inside the glass enclosure. He rubbed his arms, feeling a little cold without his clothes. Even though no one was watching, he was conscious of his trimmed pubic hair and the vibrator still inside him. He wanted to take the vibrator out, but the glass walls made him hesitate, and he glanced around nervously in case someone might be watching.
Inside the glass walls were a bathroom and a shower. Of course, those were also made of transparent glass, so everything was fully visible. It felt strangely like being kept in captivity. Hyeonjun somehow knew about this facility and had brought him here, but Sungho couldn’t understand how he knew or why he was so full of resentment. Yu-jin would never talk about what happened between them—she hated the idea of her name being tarnished. If not her, then who…?
Sungho sat blankly for about ten minutes, nervously scanning outside the glass walls in case someone might come. But no one appeared. Trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, he went into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and spread his legs. He wanted to take out what was inside him.
He pushed, and the thing inside him slowly began to emerge. It was smaller than the one that had been in Jihun’s ass, but the fact that this grotesque thing had been inside his body made him feel like vomiting. Sungho scowled as he gripped the end of the vibrator and tried to pull it out. His asshole burned painfully as it scraped against the toy.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
