I knew what a blowjob was. I hesitated between sucking his cock and not getting the clock. Time in this desolate room felt frozen. I might go crazy. For a clock, I could endure a little more. My body was already defiled. I could throw it away anytime. A cock was nothing. I could suck it.
The man placed his hand on my face, gently smoothing my furrowed brows. Then, like a demon’s whisper, he murmured:
“What do you say?”
“I’ll do it.”
“Good.”
The man moved aside. He pulled down his black sweatpants slightly and glanced at me. I knelt before him, crouching. I looked up at him cautiously, and he placed my hand on his waistband.
“Take them off yourself.”
He was demanding a lot. I stiffened my expression and undid his waistband. His half-erect cock was already bulging through his underwear, looking intimidating. This was the first time I’d seen a man’s cock so close. I thought it would be wrinkled, dirty, and grimy, but his was thick and smooth. The glans, swollen with blood, glistened.
I impulsively licked the pre-cum at the tip. It tasted bitter and foul, as expected.
I hesitated and looked up at him. He was watching me, his hands pressed into the bed, as I licked his cock. I gathered my courage and took him into my mouth.
As soon as my mucous membranes wrapped around it, his semi-erect cock hardened. I pushed it deeper, and it grew so large that my tongue couldn’t move. My breath hitched. I knew the basics. I barely moved my throat and jaw to lick his cock. Even a little made my gag reflex act up. I suppressed the urge to vomit, and my vision blurred. He wiped away the tears that welled up from the strain and gently ran his fingers through my hair.
“Good.”
“Mmm—”
I tried to answer, but my mouth was full, so only a mumble came out. I regretted thinking a blowjob was no big deal. It was hard to even spit it out. It felt like I had an iron rod in my mouth. I pulled away with a wet sound, a string of saliva stretching between us. I cut it with my hand and gripped his cock. Then I took the glans back into my mouth.
Gradually, the man started panting. His breath grew rough and animalistic, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I tried to ignore that feeling, gripping his cock tighter and stroking it up and down. I kept the glans in my mouth. Even if I couldn’t take the whole thing, this would give a similar sensation.
When he started thrusting his hips, he grabbed my hair and pulled his cock out of my mouth. He ejaculated onto my face. The warm semen splattered across my skin, and I winced. Through the milky fluid dripping down my eyelids, I saw his flushed face as he held my hair.
I stared blankly at him. His distorted face came into focus. Eyes, nose, mouth—everything became vaguely visible. I blinked hard, trying to see more clearly, but the outline faded again. I stared at the empty space like a broken channel, then lowered my head.
His still-hard cock brushed against my cheek.
He commanded in a raspy, scratching voice:
“Turn around.”
“Slowly…… Nngh!”
He didn’t even wait for me to turn over properly. He grabbed my waist and yanked me up roughly. I gripped the blanket, bracing myself with my arms. His slick cock rubbed between my cheeks.
The sensation of something spreading my unlubricated hole made my breath ragged. The throbbing sound grew louder, like a child about to get a shot. His cock rubbed against the rim, moving rhythmically before pushing inside.
“It hurts……!”
I screamed in pain, as always. My tight insides struggled to accept his cock. The pain of being stretched raw made me gasp. Tears welled in my eyes from the physical agony. My hands gripping the blanket turned white, and I bit down hard.
I trembled from my jaw to my shoulders, tense with pain.
“It’s not just pain, is it?”
The man spread my cheeks with both hands, watching his cock disappear into my hole. He rubbed the area with his fingers and added slowly:
“Should I record a video? This hole is throbbing so much. It looks like it’s begging for more. It’d be nice to watch together.”
“No, I don’t want that…… Nngh, it hurts……”
“Siwoo, does it hurt……? Are you crying?”
His hand, which had been stroking my nape, slithered up like a snake and wiped my tears. His fingers lingered around my trembling neck, tapping my shoulder lightly before pulling away.
The man clicked his tongue and withdrew his cock, leaving only the tip inside.
“Wait.”
I lay abandoned, my reddened ear catching his voice. He rummaged through his bag on the floor, then climbed back onto the bed. Soon, something cold and smooth dripped between my cheeks, breaking into two or three drops. The chilly, viscous liquid melted against my body heat, and I sniffed. A rich, fragrant scent. The delicious smell made me lift my head unconsciously. The man smiled as he watched me turn toward him. He scooped some of the smooth substance from between my cheeks and brought it to my nose so I could smell it.
It was hand cream. I stared blankly at his fingers, then stuck out my tongue to lick it. The bitter taste made me scrunch my face. He laughed and started rubbing between my cheeks again.
“Don’t eat it. It’s not for eating.”
“I know……”
“This will make it better. If it still hurts, tell me. I’ll put more on.”
“……”
After applying the hand cream between my cheeks, the man seemed to rub some on his cock as well. The bed creaked. After a moment, it pushed inside without warning.
The slick sensation of something spreading my insides made my eyes fly open, and my hips jerked. It was unfamiliar. Until now, sex had only been painful, a desperate pleasure that felt like my waist would snap. But this, which didn’t teeter on the edge of pain, stirred a restless tickle.
My breath grew ragged for a different reason. As if testing my reaction, his cock pushed in slowly, then suddenly pressed hard against a sensitive spot inside me.
“Hngh—!”
I threw my head back, my mouth gaping open. My tongue lolled out, lost. A shameful, unrecognizable sound escaped me. My vision blurred, and my synapses flickered like fireworks.
His cock, still hard, brushed against my cheek.
He commanded in a raspy, scratching voice:
“Turn around.”
“Slowly…… Nngh!”
I unconsciously clenched my inner walls. I turned my head coquettishly to look at the man. He smiled in satisfaction. He pulled one of my arms, lifting my upper body, then roughly pulled his cock out and thrust it back in from below.
“Does it feel good?”
“Ah, hngh, y-yes, it feels, nngh, good…… Good, fuck, ugh, yes.”
I couldn’t think straight. Moans spilled from my mouth without passing through my brain, and my hips convulsed with maddening pleasure every time he thrust into me.
My hair, grown long from being locked up, swayed wildly with the man’s movements. With his free hand, he groped my chest, then twisted my nipple. My body, already heated by his cock ravaging my insides, jolted with pleasure even from the rough pinching of my nipple. I looked down at the hand toying with my nipple like it was a plaything. Every time it pinched and teased the nub with his fingernails, I let out whiny, pleading sounds—”Ah, ah, ahhh!”—like a spoiled child. The man chuckled darkly. The hand that had been tormenting my nipple slid down my sternum and grabbed his cock.
The moment his hand touched his throbbing cock, my hips trembled. I drooled as I came.
Sweat dripped down my temples, matting my hair to my skin. I shifted my gaze to where my semen had splattered all the way to the pillow. Staring blankly at the dampening pillowcase, I panted, overwhelmed by the post-orgasm lethargy.
The man’s cock was still pounding into me from below. The brief respite of climax vanished, and I felt myself heating up again. He kept prodding the oversensitive spot, rubbing it over and over. I couldn’t breathe. The relentless pleasure made my head spin.
“Stop, don’t, ugh, rub there, ah, it’s, nngh, too much, ah, ugh.”
“If it’s too much, why don’t you move yourself?”
“Y-yes, yes, nngh.”
I didn’t even know what he was saying or what I was answering. The man let go of my arm and turned me toward him. As my body rotated with his cock still buried deep inside, my inner walls spasmed violently. I instinctively clenched my ass.
“Nngh, Siwoo, it hurts.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
