Yesterday, Jak had prepared him—soaked him in warm water, stretched him with his fingers for a long time, until his hole was soft and pliant. But today, there was none of that. Just a rough stirring.
“I did all that for you yesterday…”
“I’m just… in a hurry today.”
Jiwon felt a pang of sadness. Jak’s sudden change in attitude stung. But Jak didn’t care. He focused only on the sensation—Jiwon’s soft, clinging flesh swallowing his cock, the tight entrance milking him with every thrust.
“Leader.”
“Hng, hngh.”
“May I fuck your hole?”
Jak asked politely. Jiwon didn’t want to answer. He stayed silent, lips pressed tight. Jak took that as permission, snapping his hips, stirring Jiwon’s insides.
“Do you not want it?”
“Ah, ngh!”
Jiwon knew it was a rhetorical question. He wrapped his legs around Jak’s waist—a signal of surrender. Jak adjusted his grip on Jiwon’s hips.
“Thank you.”
“Hng!”
“For letting me fuck your hole…”
“Ah, ah!”
“I’m truly grateful.”
Jak expressed his gratitude with his hips, pounding into Jiwon’s tight channel. The pleasure filled Jiwon’s mind, threatening to burst. His body jerked with each thrust, moans spilling from his lips.
“Ah, hng, ah, Jak, ah, ngh!”
“Leader, I respect and love you, hah, Leader.”
“Hngh, ah, ah, aah!”
Jak targeted the spot that made Jiwon’s vision white out. Jiwon clapped a hand over his mouth. He couldn’t breathe. The pleasure was so intense he forgot how. But his urethra was blocked—he couldn’t come. The frustration was maddening.
“I-I want to come, let me come…”
“No.”
“Hngh, ah, it hurts, hng, I’m going to burst!”
Jiwon’s cock was swollen, dark red. He was terrified—what if it really did burst? Jak’s cock pumped fluid into him, filling him, the wet sounds obscene as it leaked out.
“You’re supposed to come from the back, remember?”
Jak’s voice was gentle, almost instructive.
“H-How? I don’t know, it’s scary, Jak, please, don’t, no…”
“Ju-heon, suck his chest.”
Jiwon’s body trembled, incoherent words spilling out. His pleasure had nowhere to go, pounding through him, demanding release.
At Jak’s command, Ju-heon latched onto Jiwon’s chest again. He sucked hard, kneading the other side with his hand. Jiwon felt like he was losing his mind. Tears streamed down his face. He wanted release, but he couldn’t have it.
“You can do it, Leader. I’m fucking you so hard, after all.”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, aah!!!”
Jak increased his pace. Jiwon’s body shook violently. His vision whited out as pleasure exploded through him. Nothing came from his blocked cock, but it felt like a hole had opened somewhere else, pleasure pouring out. He convulsed, crying uncontrollably.
“Hng, hngh, ah, hah, hng, kngh…”
The tears wouldn’t stop. Jak lifted Jiwon into his arms. Jiwon clung to him, sobbing, soaking Jak’s suit jacket.
“Shall we clean up?”
Jiwon shook his head. He didn’t want to do anything. The shame of coming from his ass in front of a stranger was unbearable. But Jak didn’t seem to mind. His hand traced Jiwon’s waist.
“Your waist is slender and beautiful, but you lack strength. Ju-heon will help you build stamina. Rest a little, then we’ll start exercising.”
Jiwon just nodded. Speaking felt meaningless now.
Jak settled Jiwon on the sofa, removing the soiled robe. He had Ju-heon bring warm towels and gently cleaned between Jiwon’s legs, where semen had leaked out. Jiwon submitted to the familiar touch.
“You did so well. Ju-heon sucked your chest so nicely—it’s still so pretty.”
Jak rubbed Jiwon’s slightly swollen chest.
“Ngh. S-Stop.”
Jiwon’s voice was weak, but Jak only smiled.
“You need to receive chest massages every day.”
Jak said it sternly, as if correcting a child’s tantrum. Jiwon felt a pang of sadness at his words.
Jak boiled water in the small kitchenette in the leader’s office, preparing tea for Jiwon. Warm tea helped calm his nerves and clear his mind. Jak wanted Jiwon to relax.
“……”
Ju-heon unconsciously stared at Jiwon’s chest, which seemed slightly fuller from the massage. Jiwon flinched and curled in on himself, sensing the gaze. He was used to being naked around Jak, but he was always shy in front of others. Ju-heon thought Jiwon’s wariness was like a kitten’s.
Ju-heon liked small, cute things. His size made people assume otherwise, but his true preference was for those smaller than him, with sharp, monolid eyes—like Jiwon.
“……You’re beautiful, Leader.”
“Huh?”
Ju-heon blurted it out before he could stop himself. He regretted it immediately, but the words were already out. Jiwon lifted his head slightly, looking up at Ju-heon.
“……”
But Ju-heon’s mouth stayed shut. Jiwon thought he must have misheard. He sniffled. Jak brought a blanket and draped it over Jiwon.
Jak served three cups of tea. They sat side by side on the sofa, sipping the tea. It was just a simple tea bag green tea, steeped in boiling water, steam rising gently. Still dazed, Jiwon swirled the tea bag to cool it down.
Ju-heon drank his tea in one gulp, even though it was scalding hot. Jiwon was impressed—his throat must be made of steel.
Having sex in front of strangers was still embarrassing and unfamiliar. Actually, even with people he knew, it wasn’t something he was used to. …Maybe it just wasn’t something people should do in front of others. But Jiwon had to keep doing it. The thought was hard to accept. He doubted he’d ever get used to it.
Yet, this was his “talent,” as Jak called it—the ability to feel everything as if it were the first time, every time. That was what made it a talent, because there were people who enjoyed watching it. The irony tormented him.
Would it be easier if he just got completely used to it? If he could spread his legs without a second thought, accept countless men—would that make it better? Not a chance. His ordinary self rejected this reality. But bit by bit, he was becoming accustomed to it. He was adapting to reality.
Here he was, sipping tea after sex, resting as if it were nothing. His chest, thoroughly kneaded, still ached. Jiwon drank his cooled tea in small sips.
“There’s a small open space in front of the building. Let’s start there.”
Jiwon put on the black training clothes Jak had brought him. He took off his usual white clogs and slipped on gray sneakers. He was still wearing lace underwear, but he was completely used to that by now.
***
Leaving the building was only the second time since the Dalant Market. Jiwon deliberately positioned Ju-heon on his left and Jak on his right as they walked. His stiff gait made it obvious he was tense.
Outside, the open space felt strange under his sneakers. Ju-heon silently started stretching, and Jiwon awkwardly followed suit. His body creaked.
After a light warm-up, they began walking along the perimeter of the church buildings. The church was more remote than he’d thought—nothing but mountains surrounded them. There wasn’t even a proper path. Jiwon was relieved he’d been brought here and eventually found.
After about 10 minutes, Jiwon started to tire. Even light exercise might be too much for him. But Ju-heon and Jak seemed full of energy, their breathing steady, even chatting and laughing.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
