“Pretty.”
He who had been putting his tongue inside the boy’s lips and sucking deliciously for a while whispers gloomily with a face dripping with thread-like saliva.
“My son would be just about your age.”
“……”
“I wonder where he is and what he’s doing.”
“……”
“My poor kid.”
My poor kid.
Uttering such an incongruous word, he smiled calmly like a death row inmate standing before the gallows, reflecting on his final life.
The boy, dragged into the room while slung like luggage over the man’s shoulder, is laid on the bed.
The man completed all preparations to consume the pitiful offering called the boy, dripping with the dignity of a confident predator.
The boy’s slender chest rises and falls ceaselessly. Evidence that he’s extremely tense.
K couldn’t understand why every captured baby animal feared him in this way.
When did I ever kill you?
Of course, I’ve made such threats occasionally, but I have absolutely no desire to become a murderer.
Why do you fear me? Why?
“You.”
The man whispers raspily while grabbing the boy’s slender nape.
“Do you have parents?”
The boy looks at the man’s face.
Somehow it felt like tears would burst out again, but he held them in.
K, watching the boy weakly shake his head, is seized by a strange feeling at that moment.
“No dad either?”
The boy’s head slowly nods.
“Hmm……”
The man strokes the boy’s tender nape for a long time with a gentle touch containing maximum affection. This fragile existence that seems like it could be broken immediately with just a little force.
The boy was short in height compared to boys his age, but his build was equally small.
K liked men who were unripe to exactly this degree. Fucking big guys doesn’t suit his taste. He likes small, tender things, whether woman or man.
“Then, shall I be your dad from now on?”
The boy’s eyes open wide as if he can’t believe it and look up at him blankly. Liking that stupid expression, the man smiled slightly while facing the boy.
“When I got a brat just about your size, you bastard must have also been wriggling in your mom’s belly, right?”
“……”
“So from now on I’ll be your dad instead of your parents, fuck.”
His words are full of things that can’t be understood by common sense.
The boy looked at him with questioning eyes and blinked his tear-soaked eyes.
“Fucking deep paternal love, I guess you’d call it.”
His touch, the large dry hand with calluses sparsely formed, begins to grope and touch the boy’s soft skin.
The boy closes his eyes, moaning—keuung—without realizing it at the thoughtfulness and gentleness unlike K. He feels heat from that touch tearing through his nipples.
Clear fluid beads on the boy’s withered cock—dribble.
The man smiles again—pfft.
“Does my pretty son feel it from Dad’s touch?”
“Uuhut…..”
He who had been lightly holding the cheek of the boy trembling with shame biting his lips, scratched out the soft young flesh with his nail. Uuk. He also scratches the other cheek of the boy who involuntarily frowned heavily while letting out a painful groan.
Soon bluish bruises rise on both cheeks. Young skin that quickly forms bruises even when tormented just a little.
K laughs. Pleasantly, like a conqueror discovering a new world.
“My son’s nipples are also delicious. Right?”
He deliberately shows his teeth and cruelly swallows the boy’s fully erect red nipples as if tearing them off.
Heok, while roughly tearing through the chest of the boy who stopped as is while gasping deeply, he rubs up the nipples that have risen to the limit with both hands—ruuuub.
“Amazingly delicious.”
“Uuhup…!”
“Every part is exquisite. Here too… there too.”
While muttering damply, he simultaneously chews and eats the swollen red nipples as if sucking them in. At the same time, the boy’s waist suddenly rises upward. He buried his hands inside the boy’s slender waist and fixed him firmly so he could suck the nipples more easily. The boy cried out several times like a cow—uuhaaang—while having his nipples cruelly sucked by the man’s insane lust.
“I’ll put a name tag on you soon.”
He who hadn’t let go while holding the nipple for a long time finally released the pitiful nipple covered in saliva, then whispered while spinning it round and round.
“On these tits too.”
His touch mercilessly kneads the boy’s soaked, erect cock.
“On this dick too.”
He begins planning piercings in his head.
The sooner the better. He’s definitely not the type to delay plans.
He was burning to make the boy entirely his own possession.
Let’s pierce these luscious nipples and pierce his cockhead to attach decorations with my initials.
Ah, what about tattoos?
If I tattoo my and J’s initials on this cute, greedy white butt, I’ll be able to find him anywhere.
The man kissed the offering in his arms trembling several times—smooch smooch.
J, who had been quietly looking at the smoothly spread snow-white body, realizes anew the beauty of the unripe young body.
Why the emperors of the ancient Roman Empire lusted madly for pederasty.
In the small man’s body, instead of the seductiveness that mature women possess, pure beauty is preserved. The slender body line is itself like a curved ridge. Whenever the joints carved like a sculpture flinched at rough caresses, J felt a strange sense of exhilaration. The dry Adam’s apple protruding as if a piece of peach was caught is itself the vitality of a flopping live fish.
Sometimes J was seized by the impulse to strangle the boy’s neck.
The boy, still inexperienced with same-sex sex, doesn’t even know how to wet his lower parts himself. Even after being trained so much by himself and K, he’s still utterly ignorant sexually. So they came to look at the boy with both tender and fresh feelings. If he had quickly learned sex like the guys captured before, boredom might have already arrived. A body that knows corruption loses that much appeal.
He lays the boy face down and gently caresses his plump buttocks several times. While all the skin on his body is white, the buttocks that have no traces of being directly exposed to the sun are the softest and whitest. Tender flesh like a plump, well-ripened peach shines greedily before J’s eyes. He smacks his lips and explores the boy’s tender body in detail. His unmannered touch strokes secret corners and wanders inside armpits. He tears at nipples and covets buttocks. The boy makes a thin crying sound like a cat. He lowered his expressionless gaze and cruelly blocked the boy’s mouth.
“Uup…..”
The boy, who writhed briefly like a small fish, looks at J with eyes rolled up. The eyes that contained vivid light until the early stages have already lost focus and are hazy. The boy lost his wits that much. But he didn’t lose consciousness.
“He’s tougher than I thought.”
Last night K muttered like that and pierced the boy’s pretty nipples. When the thinly glittering silver needle pierced through living flesh, the boy let out a short scream. But that was all. Whether he was gripped with extreme fear or had quickly resigned himself to this as well, the boy’s body completely lost words while frozen as is. Blood flowed down as if surging below the torn epidermis. K was looking entranced with a dazzled expression at the traces of fresh blood soaking the snow-white skin. K has a kind of fresh blood fetish. He was a man with such perverted tastes that he must see blood from someone he likes.
“You’re a bad boy.”
K muttered while tightly grabbing the small head of the boy who was gasping for breath as if about to die, pitifully swallowing even his screams.
“What a bad son, bewitching his father.”
“……”
“I’ll have to punish you, won’t I?”
He smirked and pulled on the small blood-soaked ring hanging from the swollen nipple—tuuuug. The boy’s cute nipple gradually swelled into a grotesque shape. Gradually. Even larger. Blood gushed out again from the nipple that had risen to the point where it couldn’t swell anymore. He coveted the boy’s nipples fiercely as if a starving baby sucking its mother’s breast. The wounded nipple embedded with the ring was rolled around in K’s mouth several times and cruelly violated. The man, who had been absorbing all the fresh blood flowing fishily through the nipple hole as if delicious, raised his corrupted gaze and smiled—sshik. The boy just panted—keuk keuk—like someone who had completely lost his words, unable to dare utter any word beyond his pretty lips.
