He didn’t know how long it had gone on. His backside ached, and his pelvis throbbed with a wrenching sensation. It was only when his body had grown so heavy he’d stopped struggling that he noticed the warmth pooling deep inside him.
When the cock finally withdrew, Dohui realized the man had finished. A foul smell spread from somewhere deep within his own body.
Where Gong Haejin had pulled out was slightly open. The entrance, making it obvious this was its first time taking a man, had a faint smear of blood around it. The hole twitched and clenched, leaking the spent seed.
If you push it out, it’ll only hurt more.
He said that and gave his thigh a light pat. The leg, slick with sweat, trembled in fine shivers but couldn’t close. So Gong Haejin took his time looking. The way it lay exposed and slack was quite the sight.
He lightly flicked the tip of Dohui’s cock. The softened flesh, still strung with white, gave a faint shudder.
“Looks like you enjoyed it.”
A blank gaze followed slowly after. A delayed but unmistakable reaction. Eyes that had lost their light moved to Gong Haejin, then to the cock that had used him, then finally to his own stomach.
He dragged his fingertips through the sticky, milk-white fluid scattered across pale, fine skin. As he slowly dragged a finger around Dohui’s navel, the stomach — already flat — pulled in even further.
“So much that you didn’t even notice yourself finishing.”
Dohui stared at himself as if he couldn’t believe he had come while being raped.
Gong Haejin rose and straightened his clothes with clean, economical movements. Just like that, he looked exactly as he had before. Then he stood without a hair out of place and put a cigarette between his lips. A lighter answered as if it had been waiting, making a cool sound as it caught flame.
Dohui lay on the sofa with one leg propped on the armrest, his hole fully exposed to the light, staring blankly up at the ceiling. The sunlight was bright enough to show every particle of dust floating through the air. Dohui chased them with his eyes as if they were butterflies drifting past.
“He’s gone.”
Pale seed continued to slowly seep from the hole. The smell of it made his stomach turn.
“Treat him well.”
“Yes.”
Gong Haejin left without a backward glance, exactly as he had come in.
And Dohui was left lying in the middle of a room crawling with men, legs spread wide, able to do nothing but move his eyes with great effort.
***
The world that the cruel man had split open never sealed itself back shut. Every time Dohui came back to his senses, the face above him had changed. The handsome face was gone — in its place, men of all kinds took their turn on top of him.
Moans spilled out of him against his will. Pleasure struck like lightning, melting his brain to something soft and shapeless.
Sometimes the top of his head knocked against the sofa armrest, but it didn’t hurt at all. It was more accurate to say he couldn’t feel anything. As if his brain, overwhelmed by sensation pushed to its extreme, had filtered some of it out — pleasure ran stronger than pain.
His stomach felt bloated and full, and below the waist there was no sensation. Or had it been like that from the beginning. A hazy question lodged itself and stayed.
When a feeling of suffocation crept over him, he realized there was a cock in his mouth, and shortly after came the thick, oily taste of cum.
He had dry heaved so many times there was nothing left to come up. Each time, someone gave him water, and after a while he would go blank again. His reason, already long gone, couldn’t form a proper thought.
That cycle repeated itself until he opened his eyes to find the room had turned the color of ash. Did someone close the curtains, he thought, turning his eyes slowly — but nothing had changed. It was as though Dohui’s time had been cut cleanly with scissors, and without knowing it, night had fallen.
And then he was beneath someone else again. Sometimes he was on top of someone. In one of those moments he caught a glimpse of the window — it was daytime again.
When he tried to cry and crawl away, both ankles were grabbed and he was dragged back. The raw, bitter smell of seed that covered his entire body never stopped. That was the most unbearable part.
When he trembled and couldn’t hold himself together, someone would come, force his jaw open, and make him drink water.
“Hk……”
When Dohui managed to grab at the hem of a man’s pants, laughter broke out around him from all sides.
Much later, Dohui noticed that Gong Haejin was not among them. It might have been too late to change anything. He had said he would sell Dohui somewhere. Dohui understood what that meant.
The razor-sharp words — that once his body was used up beyond repair, his organs would be harvested — had become shackles locked around his ankles.
Liver, kidneys, eyes, heart…… what else did he say he could sell.
Dohui would jolt awake even from sleep and check his own body. He screamed through nightmares about his stomach being cut open. And then someone would come again and hold him down by force.
For the first time, Dohui thought about the end.
When would this end. Was there even an end. Could he go home once it was over. When all the men — one by one, yes, one by one — had finished, wouldn’t they say he was no use anymore and throw him away. That would be fine. His stomach hurts, doesn’t it. Or does it.
His thoughts scattered in all directions. And at the center of those thoughts, tangled together like a spider’s web, was home.
“I want to go home……”
When he moved his dry, papery tongue, some men laughed, and some clicked their tongues. Even when he looked at their faces they left no trace in his memory, and eventually he gave up trying. He grew more and more exhausted.
“Eat.”
It was the man who had been beside Gong Haejin before. He pushed a lunchbox over without ceremony. White rice, pork cutlet, sausage and kimchi, and seasoned dried squid were all arranged neatly inside.
“If you don’t eat, you’ll starve to death.”
He hadn’t even known he was hungry. Had he ever had an empty stomach before.
The moment he remembered that just a short while ago this man’s cock had been inside him, his appetite vanished completely. He heard the sharp warning that he would die if he didn’t eat, but it didn’t feel real.
“If you want something else, say so.”
“……”
“It’s already been…… days.”
He could barely hear it. What was he saying. How many days did he just say. Dohui tried to ask, fumbling for the words, but all that passed through his throat was a hoarse, ragged rush of air.
“You’re not going to eat?”
At the harsh edge in the man’s voice, Dohui shook his head and curled himself up. He fell asleep covered in dried, crusted seed.
***
He didn’t know how long he had slept.
When he opened his eyes, a terrible thirst had taken hold. The office was completely dark.
Dohui moved by feel, groping through his memory. He crawled on all fours to the water dispenser. He didn’t even think to use a cup. If he didn’t drink right now, he felt like he would dry out and crumble like desert sand.
Water fell into his parched throat like something life-giving. He drank too fast and choked badly. The fits of coughing that seized his breath made his chest ache. It felt like his lungs were being crushed.
“Going to die drinking water.”
The sudden voice made Dohui flinch violently.
Against the dark, a man sat on the sofa slowly tapping his foot. The Korean night was poor at being a night. Even with every light off, it still threw enough to outline Gong Haejin’s silhouette entirely.
“Use a cup. You choke because you’re drinking straight from the nozzle.”
The man crossed his long legs with an air of ease. Both arms rested along the back of the sofa, and his fingertips tapped lightly against it.
The dryness that had risen all the way to his uvula drove Dohui forward. Once he’d become aware of it, it spread through him unstoppably, and he could no longer spare attention for the man. He needed water, right now. He pulled a paper cup from the tall stack beside the dispenser and filled it. Even that small effort cost him considerably.
It was because he was conscious of Gong Haejin watching. Even before the cup was half full, an anxious restlessness kept rising in him. This was a man whose next move was always uncertain. If something went wrong, he might not even be allowed to finish drinking. Dohui drank like a man with no time left — knocking back one cup and then filling another, again and again.
Silence became the background color. Within it, the only sound was Dohui’s desperate, thirsty swallowing. His small throat worked up and down without pause. The cold water filling his empty stomach woke his mind, little by little.
By the time the thirst had eased somewhat, the paper cup in Dohui’s hand had gone soft and limp. When he gripped it a little harder, it crumpled helplessly. Just like him — broken apart by their hands.
“Done drinking?”
Gong Haejin gestured for him to come over, a lazy wave of his hand. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but that seemed to be what he was doing.
Dohui slowly shook his head. The thirst was gone, but his body felt strangely heavy. He wanted nothing more than to lie down. He was exhausted. Even if it were lead flowing through him instead of blood, it wouldn’t leave him feeling this sluggish.
Gong Haejin gestured again toward Dohui, who was responding with the opposite of what was wanted.
Dohui’s lips parted. Because it was this man — the cause of all of this — and only this man who could give him answers.
“How much…… longer do I have to be here.”
“Stop being stubborn and come here.”
“When can I go home…… when.”
He needed to know. Don’t they say it takes two hands to clap. Why does he just keep saying whatever he wants, when does he ever answer. Dohui shook his head in frustration.
“Come here.”
There was something heavier than usual in the man’s manner. Whether he was drunk or whether it was something else. Slow, but his sheer size made even that threatening.
“I said come here.”
“Answer me…… first.”
He had meant it to come out firmly, but his voice was a wreck. Completely broken in a way that didn’t sound like his own, laced through with the edge of tears.
The man, who had looked like he was about to mock Dohui’s desperation and say something else entirely, shrugged instead.
“Ah, you’re such a bother.”
“……”
He rose in a slow movement, and the sheer mass of him hit Dohui like a wall. Dohui swallowed dryly. He was watching the man approach slowly — and then Dohui’s head was yanked sharply forward.
