Boy, Nastassja

“Hyung!”

The boy runs out with his characteristic bright smile.

The way he toddles forward like a toddler is cute, he thinks.

J, who had never once harbored such tender feelings while looking at someone, becomes momentarily confused by this emotion of his own.

“This is…”

He sees two small beer cans in the boy’s hands.

“It’s a service. Small, but.”

He blushes so easily, like a girl going through puberty. A rosy flush blooms on his uniquely pale skin that resembles a well-steamed bun.

If he shows that face defenseless to just anyone, he’ll definitely be misunderstood.

“Ah… Can I accept this?”

At J’s question, the boy’s face turns even redder. If he was at the level of a radish just moments ago, now he’s been upgraded to a plump tomato, clearly flustered.

“I-it doesn’t mean anything!”

“……”

“It’s just that hyung comes out here and drinks beer often… I, I just wanted to give you a service like this. You always… raise the sales here.”

The way he stammers out excuses like a squirrel makes J laugh involuntarily.

“Thanks. I’ll enjoy it.”

Only then does he flash a defenseless smile across his cute face, as if relieved.

An honest, pure face that doesn’t know how to hide emotions.

An ignorance that could even be called a ‘sin’ in this corrupt world.

“Are you heading home now?”

Come to think of it, the way he’s wearing a backpack looks exactly like he’s going home.

“Yes. Because of my grandmother, I decided to quit the night shift from now on. If I work until dawn, my grandmother worries too much… so I’m just going to work until evening and switch shifts.”

Ah.

Come to think of it, he said he lives alone with his grandmother.

A commendable yet pitiful boy head of household. Something like that trivial story.

With looks like yours, you wouldn’t need to choose such a hard path. If you spread your legs for the men who want you, you’d make much more money and wouldn’t need to walk this difficult road.

J secretly narrows his eyes as he looks at the delicate body before him.

A slender waist that seems like it would shatter if hugged tightly.

Shoulders that look delicate and small for a man, and an exceptionally small face.

Yet the line of his buttocks that stands out beyond his jeans is quite luscious.

If sold off, he’d definitely fetch a good price. That type would definitely be a hit with perverts like K.

“Here.”

J lifts the beer can he received from the boy slightly before his eyes.

“Want to drink this together at the park across the way?”

“Ah, n-no… it’s okay! I… I can’t drink.”

J smirks at the boy who shrinks his shoulders as if embarrassed.

“You don’t have to drink. Just keep me company.”

The boy talked about many things in front of J.

Stories about his best friend. Stories about his grandmother. Even stories about his parents who died in an accident.

He seemed to naturally enjoy chattering.

For J, who had never once opened up about his honest self to anyone, it was a personality he couldn’t understand at all. In fact, he had not even a hair’s worth of interest in the boy’s personal history. He was just meticulously laying the groundwork to set the ‘trap’ for capture soon. While pretending to listen earnestly to the boy’s stories, he was feeling a rare thrilling excitement imagining the pitiful existence that would one day fall into his grasp.

I’ll gag that chattering mouth so you can’t blabber carelessly.

I’ll put a blindfold on you so you can never see the world again with those sparkling eyes.

I’ll keep you tied up tightly with chains so you can’t move an inch.

Wait.

You’ll soon become our pet dog.

“Hyung.”

At the boy’s sudden question, J, now coming to his senses, looked at him calmly.

“Hyung, don’t you have family?”

“Ah…”

Family. Family, huh.

There’s probably nothing more bothersome and annoying than that in this world.

Forcibly covering people with the shackle called family and emphasizing forced cheap humanism was one of the things J hated most in the world.

He had long since cut off contact with his parents and siblings and had no intention of keeping in touch with them in the future.

He didn’t need such emotions.

For J, people were divided into exactly two categories.

Are they necessary for my life. Or not.

In that sense, you’ll have to become a ‘necessary’ person to me. Since you’ll become an outlet where I can pour out all my dirty desires.

“They passed away long ago. It was a gas explosion accident. There was a huge fire and I was the only one who survived from that scene. It was an incident that even made the news and newspapers at the time.”

“Ah……”

Tears suddenly well up in the boy’s puppy-like eyes.

Oh my, oh my. Unless he’s a real idiot. How can he fall for such an absurd lie? My parents are probably living somewhere very well-fed and comfortable even now. At an age approaching their senior years now, they’ve probably gained weight nicely and look quite prosperous.

J barely suppresses the laughter trying to escape and forces a bitter expression. The boy feels genuinely sorry for asking something unnecessary, not knowing what to do.

“I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. It was a long time ago anyway.”

The boy barely finished one beer can and was already quite drunk. When he said he’d never had a drink before, it seemed to be true. It was amazing that such an innocent creature still existed in today’s world. Whether when his parents were alive or now. He’s definitely a good kid who’s never caused his parents or grandmother any trouble.

J liked such innocent and good creatures.

One cunning fox bastard is enough—that previous one.

There’s nothing better than such innocent creatures to play with. When betrayed by trust and torn to pieces, the frightened eyes, when you face those wounded eyes, that’s when you feel tremendous pleasure.

“Haa……”

The boy lets out a deep sigh and slowly leans his head on J’s shoulder. The bitter scent of beer wafts from the boy’s lips.

“The stars are so pretty.”

The boy grins and points at the stars scattered across the night sky. Watching him be moved anew by a worthless existence that no one in the city cares about—the boy’s appearance is truly an interesting research subject.

Mumbling softly with his lips barely moving, the boy soon falls into a light sleep leaning on J’s broad shoulder.

He extends his black hand and gently caresses the small face leaning on his shoulder. A slender neck like a woman’s. If I put this neck in one hand and twist it roughly, what expression would you make?

I hope that day comes soon.

J lifts his head and looks up at the stars the boy had been gazing at rapturously just moments ago. He briefly thinks about when he last observed stars while living under the Seoul sky.

***

Heueuk.

Euheuk!

He snatches the impudent body crawling away desperately while crushed beneath the man. Aheuk! The moment his back bends and his wrist is grabbed, the man’s thing pushes deeply inside him. Thwack, thwack, thwack! The obscene sound of flesh pounding against flesh echoes endlessly, and he doesn’t stop the rough thrusting, so intense that his dangling testicles keep hitting the boy’s intimate skin.

“Ah! Eu…uk…… no…… ah! Uht! Euheuk…!!”

The boy, who was crying while rubbing his face against the sheets, grits his teeth with all his might to endure this humiliating pain. I hate it. I hate it so much. Of course, he thought that he, blinded by lust, wouldn’t leave him alone, but indeed there was no lie in the pain.

The rough sex with K that happens every day. Just recently, after being dragged to a strange place and violated publicly in front of others, both his body and mind were completely exhausted. To the point where it was strange he hadn’t gone crazy, no emotions arose in the boy’s heart anymore.

“Uk…! Uht! Heuht! Euuuk……”

With one of the boy’s wrists gripped, being pounded fiercely from behind, the small body shakes here and there on the sheets as if dancing. Stimulated by that movement, J drips with sweat and thrusts as if possessed into the resilient hole that lustfully sucks on the man’s cock. 

A body that’s magnificently excellent no matter when he fucks it. A guy born with sufficient qualities of a male prostitute. Definitely a body destined to live as someone’s sex slave for life even if he hadn’t captured him.

Sex with K was still painful and difficult. Although he tried hard to pretend to feel it every time to ease his suspicion, the uniquely thick and bumpy cock with veins protruding was like a weapon, and there was a limit to how much the boy’s tender inner walls could accommodate it moistly. 

When he thrust that brutal cock all the way inside and poked intensively around the prostate area, it was literally hell with terrible pain and forced peaks of pleasure being stimulated against his will. K especially liked the sight of the boy writhing from his manhood. He would grip the delicate boy’s small body tightly with his muscular arms covered in tattoos and use truly brutish force to take away even the last remaining reason in that small head.

In comparison, sex with J had a slightly different feeling.

Though not as thick as K’s, his cock was longer. So when it pushed all the way inside, he was gripped by an unpleasant yet strange feeling, as if a slippery monster’s tentacle was violating his entire body. However, it fit perfectly with the size of his hole, so he could feel more pleasure than when doing it with K.

The problem was J’s way of holding him. Like K, these two men preferred brutal and forceful methods over gentle acts, so once they were done, it was hard to escape the shock and pain that felt like his whole body would shatter. If I were a woman, my whole body would probably have been ruined long ago.

Following the man’s fierce pressure, being thrust thwack, thwack while drooling, the boy barely swallowed his painful moans while gripping the edge of the sheets tightly as if it were his last salvation.

“Eu…heup… heueuup…! Heup! Eup! Heueup……”