Iseo gasped urgently. The more aroused he became, the more the thick and tough cutting wire bound his member. The wire that cuts soft clay felt sharp enough to cut flesh.
“Ah, no… it hurts, I don’t want to… just do it, just, haat!”
Taeju put strength in his hand and began sweeping up the shaft. His waist jumped up as it was and his chest lifted into the air. The hand formed into a ring swept up the bound foreskin. The color of his member heated to a reddish hue.
“Hngaa! Uaaat…!”
It was when Taeju’s fingertip pressed hard on the urethra. Stars burst before his eyes. It was a stimulation like being struck hard on the back of the head. In an instant his flesh tightened painfully and his lower abdomen twisted.
It was different from when stimulated only by hand. Iseo’s eyes opened wide. His mouth hung open trembling, and his shoulders pulled in.
“Feels so good your eyes could roll back, right?”
His pulled-in shoulders trembled frighteningly. Iseo couldn’t answer and only trembled all over.
He was dizzy. That wasn’t enough. It hurt but felt terribly good. As if the cord binding his member had wrapped around his entire body, it was difficult to move even a fingertip as he pleased.
The hand that had just pressed the urethral opening viciously rose up and grabbed Iseo’s cheek. It fixed his gaze on himself. Taeju opened his mouth as wide as possible and stuck out his tongue long.
Even before grasping the meaning of his action seeing the widely spread tongue. His gaze was stolen by the violent combination of the red tongue and hollowed cheeks.
“Haaah…! Auught!”
The wide tongue wrapped around the shaft and rubbed up and down. It felt like thin, long electric currents ravaging his senses. The more he felt, the more the cord wrapped around his member seemed to tighten. The more that happened, the more intense the pleasure became.
Something unknown flowed down in surges. At the drenched feeling, Iseo raised both knees and twisted his waist. If Taeju saw this, he would insult him again about being wet.
While thinking that, Taeju’s tongue this time rubbed his glans. The tongue that had been moving like melting ice cream continuously rubbed one spot as if making candy smaller.
“Anyway, you’re disgustingly horny.”
Even the voice filled with vivid mockery pounded his senses. His whole body heated to red helplessly. The pleasure colored his entire body just as much.
The desire to ejaculate was felt from another place. Iseo trembled his twisting waist finely. He could tell without looking. What he was dripping so much.
“Ahhk… hng….”
Taeju’s strong hand pulled apart both buttocks as if tearing them. Tearfulness was buried in his rapid breathing.
The member dangling tied with cord was dirty beyond being unsightly. Nevertheless, Iseo craned his neck down to look more directly at himself like that. Just as Taeju between his legs was staring intently at his lower half.
“Haa, huu, Yeon Taeju….”
At his call, Taeju’s eyeballs moved smoothly and silently like a snake. Goosebumps rose following the trajectory of his gaze turning toward his face.
“What.”
At the sunken voice, his lower half trembled wildly. The vaginal entrance and anus contracted simultaneously. Because his buttocks were spread wide, the feeling of contracting strongly was stronger than ever.
“What are you doing here making it twitch like this.”
“Aat…!”
Yeon Taeju’s hand touched the anal folds. It tickled. Like a mimosa closing its leaves at touch, the anal muscles instantly contracted sharply. Iseo was dazed at that vulgar and coquettish movement.
It was strange. From none other than the perineum, not the vaginal entrance, excitement like his insides boiling surged up. Iseo’s jaw trembled. His gaze watching his own vulgarity wavered.
“You really like it. So enthusiastic.”
Taeju’s broad shoulders shook. Each time his laughter touched the entrance like wind, the surrounding muscles repeatedly contracted and relaxed twitchingly.
Because of the love fluid that had flowed down, even the perineal entrance was wet and glistening. It seemed like squelching water sounds would come out each moment it clenched tightly then released.
Iseo bit the mucous membrane inside his mouth with his front teeth. Taeju’s shortly cut nails scraped the perineum. Each time, his stomach sucked in hollowly and strength entered below.
Iseo was confused. He didn’t know which place he wanted to be strongly gouged.
“Is this place a virgin?”
Taeju’s question was as shameful as his own unfamiliar excitement. Iseo shook his head quickly.
“But what do you know to be gaping asking to be fucked like this?”
Taeju’s hand moved along the folds of the round entrance. Following the touch, the flesh was pressed in hollowly, revealing the black opening slightly. Each time, Iseo made groaning sounds.
The touch fidgeting with the entrance was sticky and the falling breath was moist. Yeon Taeju’s gaze meticulously ravaging him stimulated both excitement and humiliation simultaneously.
“Haa, th, that never happened… if you’re going to do it, hurry…”
“That won’t do.”
Taeju’s thick chest instantly rose over his chest. His breath was blocked first at the pressure from the thick volume and large surface area.
“Who knows how many times you’ll go today. We have to enjoy it as long as possible. So the flower fee isn’t wasted.”
The corners of Yeon Taeju’s mouth tilted asymmetrically. He was base and captivating lowering his eyelids and smiling. His facial contours stood out in the hazy darkness.
His touch was indifferent yet rough. He pressed so hard it made him gasp where the flesh inside the pelvis hollowed, and filled his hand full of flesh by pulling the side flesh. Moving up to the chest, he twisted and pulled the nipples.
“Haaat!”
The swollen, puffed-up aroused nipples were crushed in Taeju’s hand. Pressing hard enough to dig into the areola, then conversely pulling as if to tear them off.
Iseo’s shoulders fluttered and surged. It hurt. At the same time, the member strangled by the cutting wire also hurt. All senses sharpened their edges. He felt pleasure even in the flow of air.
When the pain in his nipples turned into thrilling pleasure, his lower area opened. It was the anus that had been twitching constantly. Iseo unknowingly held his breath and opened his mouth. A thumb dug in, stretching the entrance muscles to the limit.
“Y, Yeon Taeju…! Haat! Aah…!”
Taeju sucked in the nipple he’d been tormenting as if inhaling it. It felt like it would tear off. A single tear finally flowed from Iseo’s bloodshot eyes.
His jaw tilted back and his waist lifted into the air. His chest was pulled up toward Taeju. He pushed his chest more toward him to somehow reduce the pain.
“St, stop! Uuaat! Ahht…!”
The finger that had barely entered pressed roughly expanded the muscles. With the other fingers, he pressed down on the entire buttocks and only with his thumb crushed the shallow entrance.
It felt like the bright red mucous membrane would be visible. No, it felt like the mucous membrane had already collapsed and the shallow entrance was turned inside out.
“It feels different from the pussy. More resilient.”
Yeon Taeju compared the elasticity of the anus and pussy as if evaluating the tenderness of meat.
His head spun. The anus was pulled to one side, revealing the inner mucous membrane. The swollen nipples vibrated from the chest’s convulsions.
“You… haa, uk….”
Iseo gasped again as if he had no words even after calling Taeju.
What should he say to him? That he’s cheap? Vulgar? That his language is filthy?
Unless he was trying to permanently end this absurd relationship, they were all useless words.
The thumb that had barely entered dug in deeper. The mucous membrane pressed hard against the finger entering in reverse through the excretory organ.
It was uncomfortable. The foreign sensation was greater than the pain. Iseo floundered, pushing the sheets with his feet to avoid the discomfort.
“Stay still. I heard there are guys who only go with their assholes.”
Iseo couldn’t believe it, didn’t want to believe it, and kicked his legs harder.
“Tsk, you were begging to be filled earlier.”
“When did I…!”
His waist was bent and lifted as it was. Iseo’s private parts were laid out like a delicious meal before Taeju. Iseo twisted his shoulders and moved to somehow escape.
Beyond the buttocks lifted high, Taeju’s face was visible. A face with a vicious smile observed his lower half wet with love fluid with interest.
Under the black hair sticking out as it pleased, wrinkles formed on his white, straight forehead. It was concentration observing something significant meticulously. That something was merely his own crotch.
He wanted to push him away, but he anticipated what he would do next. He wanted to cover his face from shame, but he wanted to see Yeon Taeju’s vulgar, handsome face.
Iseo gripped the sheets until his knuckles turned white.
“Looks delicious.”
His finely trembling breath cut off intermittently. The skin touched by his gaze examining his lower half felt like it would melt.
“It’s pink but moist and glistening. It keeps wriggling, cute.”
The convulsions of the twitching folds were arbitrary. Iseo rather wished he would insert his finger like before. If he was just going to watch like this. Even if it was a foreign sensation, he wanted to avoid the observing gaze.
