The wind rushed in through the hole stretched open by the vibrator. Shiver—. Shiver—. My shoulders trembled violently, jerking sporadically.
The man held the remote for the pink vibrator and looked at me. I frantically shook my head. If both vibrators started vibrating at once, I felt like I’d realize something I could never take back. The man watched me shake my head and leisurely turned up the switch. The vibrator inside me began to move. The pink vibrator collided with the black one, shaking. The vibrations traveled through my insides, sending heat straight to my core. The intensity was so brutal that the pain in my guts was secondary—my hips jerked up violently.
Everything that had been building up exploded like fireworks, just from adding one more tiny vibrator.
“Ah, ah, no. I said no. I don’t want this!”
I couldn’t admit to the pleasure.
Feeling it in my ass was something only gays did.
I wasn’t gay. I hated myself so much in that moment, I couldn’t stand it.
“Shut up.”
The man shoved his fingers into my mouth.
I bit down with all my strength. When flesh tore and blood spurted, he grabbed my tongue, twisted, and pulled it out.
“Just feel it. Be honest.”
“……Hah, ugh.”
Drool I couldn’t swallow spilled from my gaping mouth, dripping down my chin.
The man lifted my hips and peered inside.
I could feel the hole twitching, and tears welled up.
“It’s pulsing because it feels so good. You like it, don’t you?”
His words were so humiliating I couldn’t bear it.
Tears streamed down as I started to sob.
The man undid his buckle.
“I don’t want it. I said I don’t want it. I’m not a pervert.”
I forced my body to turn and crawled across the table.
The man watched me crawl until my hand reached the edge of the opposite side—then he grabbed my ankle and yanked. My lower body was dragged under the table in an instant.
“Ah—! Ughhh.”
My cock scraped against the table, the pain making me bite my lip and groan. The man slid his hand under my hips and grabbed my rock-hard cock. Then he slowly pushed his dick into the gaping hole. The vibrator already deep inside was forced even further in, bringing a pain beyond imagination.
Even soaked in pre-cum, it was agonizing to take his cock.
I screamed and clawed at the table.
“It hurts! It hurts!”
“Does it only hurt? You’re so hard here.”
“It hurts…… Aaaah…….”
I scratched the table so hard my nails nearly tore off. The cock filling my hole thrust in relentlessly, and the vibrations roared.
The man slammed into me with a wet thwack, licking the back of my ear.
I felt like I was going to die.
My insides buzzed violently.
A thick bead of pre-cum oozed from the tip of my cock, held in his hand, and dropped to the floor. Plop. Plop.
The man rubbed my urethra, slick with pre-cum, then smeared it on my face. I turned my head away, repulsed by the metallic stench.
“Siwoo, that’s your pre-cum. Why are you avoiding it?”
I wanted to cover my ears.
The old table creaked and shook with his movements.
The squelching of his cock in my hole, the buzzing of the vibrators, and the table’s groans merged into a cacophony.
My ragged, pained breaths were drowned out.
My mind went blank. My head throbbed.
My insides felt like they were being torn out, the noise faded, and ringing filled my ears.
The world twisted, the edges bleeding into black and white like spilled ink. My breath caught in my throat.
Just as it felt like it was dragging on forever, my eyes snapped open. The brown table, the yellowed wallpaper, the moldy, paint-chipped window—colors rushed back.
I clawed at the table and twisted my hips.
The moment I opened my mouth, the pooled drool splattered onto the table.
“Nngh!”
A moan I couldn’t believe came from me spilled out, and the intense pleasure made my head jerk up. My eyes widened, tears dripping down.
The man laughed at my reaction. He rammed his cock between my cheeks and watched me tremble.
“This is a dry orgasm.”
He whispered in my ear.
I didn’t know what that meant. But I instinctively understood—it was a word for the extreme pleasure I was feeling now.
“Ah…… Aah…….”
I slurred out an unfinished word. The man thrust into the spot that made me feel it most intensely. My back arched. He relentlessly teased the place where even the vibrating vibrators inside me were felt most keenly.
“Men can feel it without cumming.”
“Ah, uh, ahh.”
Uncontrollable moans slipped through my teeth.
I lifted my ass.
The man spread my cheeks and traced the wrinkles.
His fingers forced their way into the hole already stuffed with his cock and two vibrators.
“With the vibrators vibrating inside, it’s like a fleshlight.”
“……You, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I spat the words with pure hatred and disgust.
It was humiliating. I despised my body for feeling pleasure even after hearing such words.
The man stroked my hip after hearing me out.
Then he pulled his cock out completely and—squelch!—slammed it back in with force. It felt like my insides were being pounded. As I trembled, he whispered in my ear:
“Shh. Focus.”
I will kill you.
I closed my eyes, filled with malice.
I felt the warm cum spilling inside me.
***
“How tall are you?”
“Around 194 cm…….”
“Ever played basketball?”
“Just a little with friends in high school.”
“No game experience?”
“No.”
The atmosphere felt like an interview, and I almost felt bad for the freshman I’d brought in, the way Baseok sunbae was grilling him.
I poked Baseok sunbae’s side.
He scratched the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Well, that height’s not common. If he’s got the athleticism, he could start right away.”
Of course. 194 cm isn’t exactly average.
He’s practically a giant on the court, so I get why he’s excited, but if he’s this intense from the start, the kid might struggle to adjust.
Compared to Lee Heon, I’m small, and even I was basically dragged into the team. Our university’s basketball club isn’t known for skill or fame—it’s all about how many tall players like Heon we can recruit.
“Want to try a shot?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
