Seung-kwon blinked once, as if displeased. The expression alone already felt like an answer.
“Yeah, right. As if he’d hire you.”
“Or we could bribe one of his employees to tell us about the internal structure and where the safe might be.”
“Now you’re being cliché. Why do you keep making these absurd arguments?”
“Because I hate this that much.”
Jae-young pulled his hips down and leaned back. His feet, which had been perched on the edge of the chair, fell to the floor.
He rocked the seat of the chair from side to side, clearly showing his discomfort. Then Seung-kwon, who had been gripping the armrests, straightened his waist. He handed something to Jae-young.
“A gift.”
“What kind of gift all of a sud— Oh, fuck!”
Jae-young straightened his head and mercilessly crumpled his apathetic face. He threw the gift Seung-kwon handed him at the monitor as soon as he received it.
It was a model of a cock. And an enormous silicone dildo at that.
“The size isn’t certain either. It’s just something I heard through the grapevine.”
“Ah, hyung…”
Exaggerating slightly, tears even leaked out. In all his life, there had never been a person as unhelpful as Sa Gong-hyun.
Handsome face, good body, lots of money. With all these good qualities, he had hoped at least the cock would be small. But after everything else, even the dick is big?
Jae-young looked at the cock model that had fallen below the monitor and sighed. Seung-kwon laughed heartily as he walked away.
“You have condoms at home, right? Use them. Otherwise, your ass will be on fire.”
“…Please just shut up.”
His body slumped completely. The back of his head, which had slid from the headrest to the lumbar support, finally touched the seat. Jae-young, who had collapsed helplessly on the floor, struggled as he heard the sound of the door lock engaging.
“How can you call that a gift! Why are you leaving that with me! Am I supposed to use it by myself here, or what!”
At that moment, he really did shed a few tears from sheer misery. Jae-young pulled at his hair and deeply lamented his situation. At the edge of his vision was the silicone dildo strewn in front of the monitor.
***
“Ah, I really don’t want to do this…”
He thought there couldn’t be a more humiliating day than today. Jae-young held back tears as he brought his index finger to his groin.
Whew, no matter how many deep breaths he took, his heart was beating wildly. He hadn’t intended to masturbate with the dildo Seung-kwon gave him; he just wanted to get a sense of how painful it might be.
At first, he tried to thrust in a condom-covered dildo without preparation. He gave up when it felt like he would tear below, even before inserting the head.
Jae-young spread his legs wide and exhaled deeply. His hands were slippery from applying too much lubricant. After rubbing the hole a few times, he picked up the wine bottle next to him and drank straight from it. He hoped to get drunk, but it was miserable as his nerves only became more sensitive and his mind clearer.
“Phew…”
He steadied his breathing and composed himself.
Just as he was about to push his fingertip in, he stopped. From what he’d seen in videos, they stimulated their cocks first. Jae-young slowly took hold of his cock.
“Haa…”
His slick palm wrapped around the shaft. He stroked his cock slowly while rubbing the tip with his thumb.
He never imagined he’d be masturbating while looking at the Han River view, the very reason he signed a two-year lease on this apartment.
His reflection in the glass window was so pathetic that he eventually closed his eyes. With his head tilted back, he ran his other hand over his chest.
“Hmm…”
Thanks to the lubricant on his hands, his body quickly heated up. His back muscles twitched constantly with excitement.
He pinched his left nipple while stroking his cock up and down. He bit his lower lip firmly with his upper teeth. His half-open eyes stared at the ceiling. Though it was pitiful how quickly he approached climax from his own touch, he couldn’t stop his hand.
“Ah…”
His soft lower lip escaped from between his teeth. After letting out a short moan, Jae-young eventually bit down hard on his molars.
He gripped his cock tightly and continued stroking. He bit down so hard he felt like his teeth might grind. His chest heaved repeatedly, and he reached the point where he couldn’t hold back his ejaculation. Jae-young squeezed his eyes shut.
“…Haa.”
The semen that burst from the tip covered the joints of his thumb and index finger. Opening his eyes and lowering his head, Jae-young stared at the semen on his hand.
“…This is really fucking awful.”
He got up and pulled tissues from the box on the coffee table. After wiping the secretion from his hands, he still felt uncomfortable and took out wet wipes from the shelf below.
After cleaning his hands thoroughly, Jae-young applied more lubricant. The slippery sensation felt exactly like spreading semen on his hands.
Sighs of distress escaped him one after another. He sat back down on the sofa and spread his legs. With closed eyes, he fumbled around his groin with his fingertips.
“Cha Seung-kwon, you bastard…”
Something he never thought he’d use for this purpose was just beyond his testicles. Jae-young swallowed consciously, composed himself, and pushed in his middle finger.
“…Hiss, ah… it hurts… It fucking hurts, really…”
Despite his complaints, it wasn’t unbearably painful. Thanks to the lubricant. Though he felt like gagging, he firmly pushed his finger in.
The foreign sensation from below was unpleasant. He had thought it would be bearable, but the hole that had completely swallowed his middle finger felt hot afterwards.
It was difficult to explain what the inner texture felt like, as he had never even imagined it before. He gently curved the finger inserted below.
“Haa, you son of a bitch…”
As soon as he curved it, his hand on the sofa contracted. It hurt so much he wouldn’t have noticed if the expensive leather had torn. He slowly pulled his hand back and then pushed it in again, repeating the motion.
What’s supposed to feel good about this? He naturally recalled the two men in the video. Especially the man who couldn’t even control his body from excitement. The man who moaned beneath the muscular, rough-looking man.
Far from becoming excited, the entrance of his hole began to sting intensely. Would it become more comfortable after a few repetitions? By now, even making pained noises hurt his pride.
Jae-young stopped the motion of curving his fingertip to poke the inner wall. Soon, he pushed his ring finger in alongside his straight middle finger, which was tightly wrapped by the hole.
Better to take the beating first, they say. If this was an act he had to get used to anyway, delaying it was also a torment.
Jae-young opened his closed mouth and took a deep breath. He held his breath and focused on loosening himself below.
Though he probably wouldn’t be able to use the dildo today, there was nothing to be done about it. He thought if he kept fingering himself daily, eventually that would become possible too.
The thickness and length of the dildo made him shudder, but since he had already started, he was determined to become familiar with it.
At least it was better than crying and whining about pain when he eventually had sex with Sa Gong-hyun. It hurt his pride less than begging for mercy while wailing.
***
Two days remained until the action would begin. He had dyed his platinum blond hair black and bought new clothes.
Jae-young usually wore clothing with flashy embroidery or accessories as highlights, but maintaining that taste wouldn’t match the image he needed to project.
He had many styles of clothes, but most were just one or two pieces. Since this job required dating as its goal, he needed to buy extra clothes.
He purchased a new phone, shoes, perfume, watch, and other accessories, and even shaped his eyebrows. When he softened his expression, his flashy face appeared somewhat pure at a glance.
The character Jae-young would play had to directly reflect Sa Gong-hyun’s preferences. Only then could he proceed smoothly to the next step.
Picky bastard. His opinion of a man he had never met face-to-face was deteriorating by the minute.
Jae-young sucked his café mocha through a straw. With one ankle resting on his knee, he wiggled his toes.
He put down the disposable plastic cup on the table and picked up his phone. The monotonously drawn character on the case that was supposedly trending recently wasn’t great, but he didn’t mind and tapped on the screen.
“Jae-young.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
