DW 1 Part 1

My head is on fire. There’s no space left on my bruised, bluish arms for another needle. My toes curl and my breath hitches.

I want to grab onto something, anything, to hold on, but there’s nothing but dust in my hands. My sinewy wrists trembled.

“Haa… huh…!”

My vision flashed. My head jerked back and drool dripped from my mouth. In my blurry vision, I saw men undoing their buckles. It was fortunate that I still had some awareness left. I stuck my tongue out.

“Hey, fuck! That bastard…!”

“This crazy motherfucker!”

I felt the edge of my tongue tear. The men roughly pressed down on my jaw and gagged me with my ripped shirt. My throat was blocked, making it hard to breathe. Unfortunately, even in death, my will was being stripped away.

The man jabbed a needle into my neck. I didn’t know what drug it was, whether it was a narcotic or an aphrodisiac. It wasn’t long before all the muscles in my body relaxed and I couldn’t move a finger.

It was all I could do to keep my rolling eyes focused.

The men pulled the blood-soaked shirt from my mouth. My tongue, pulled out with the shirt, hung limply, unable to retract. And then, everything went black.

***

“You slut. I knew it from the moment you started reeking of cunt, you fucker.”

The man, with four or five needles stuck in him, trembled madly and then became deathly still. The men filling the basement called out to him, “Yoon-goon-ah, Yoon-goon-ah-.” The blood-soaked man’s body was strangely alluring.

His white body, filled with lean muscle, was the flesh they so coveted. The slightly convulsing man began to writhe. As the writhing intensified, excited breaths escaped his lips.

“Haah…! Uh…!”

Long-held desires had no patience. The men licked and bit at his body as if hunting prey. Their grotesque cocks rubbed against him everywhere. He thrashed, constantly letting out rough gasps.

The men spat into his hole. Every time he inhaled and exhaled deeply, the hole opened and closed, churning the frothy saliva.

“Fucking bastard. He eats it up well.”

“Aah… uh…!”

Merciless fingers violated his hole. The man carelessly poked and prodded, widening the hole, then rubbed his twitching cock against its wet entrance.

“Fuck, I’m actually fucking this bastard’s hole?”

The man gripped his buttocks hard as if kneading dough. Red handprints stood out vividly. His shoulders trembled as he stuck out his tongue and took two men’s cocks into his mouth.

“Opening you up. Fuck, Yoon-goon-ah.”

“Ah… no… ugh…! Ah, uhh…!”

His pupils dilated as he filled his mouth with cocks. The man who had thrust his cock all the way in pumped his hips a few times to make way, then started pounding hard enough to make slapping sounds.

“Ugh…! Haah, uh… ha… haa, aah…!”

His limp body shook violently. Wet cocks rubbed against him, spurting fluids. The man who had been using his throat shuddered and sprayed semen onto his face.

“Tch! A slutty-looking bastard acting all high and mighty like a drug dealer. You just wait, your asshole’s getting ripped apart today, fucker.”

The man who had once had his cigarette stubbed out on Yoon-goon’s face spat at him and grabbed his hair.

With Yoon-goon’s neck bent back, the man shoved his cock into his open mouth and ravaged it roughly enough to make a dull thudding sound in his lower abdomen. Yoon-goon’s nose and forehead slammed against the man’s groin, spilling a gush of blood.

At that grotesque sight, the man ravaging his mouth soon came. Semen, drawn out like a long thread from his throat, splattered messily across his face.

Immediately after, the man impaling him from behind also shuddered, dumping his semen deep inside.

“Yoon-goon-ah, just don’t say anything. About Do Wooyeon, the tape, nothing.”

Yoon-goon. The men called him Yoon-goon.

“Just stay here like this, getting your ass fucked, serving us. Fuck, how did you stay quiet all this time with a slutty body like this, huh?”

“Haa…, ugh…, uh… uh…”

The man who had poked a finger into the bubbling, semen-leaking hole bit Yoon-goon and whispered softly.

“Ah… aah…!”

Soon, another cock pierced Yoon-goon’s hole. His drug-hazed, unfocused eyes, half-closed, seduced the men, and his powerless body swayed helplessly at their every thrust.

“Look at his eyes, completely rolled back. What a slut.”

“Mmm…, mm…, uhh…”

His mouth was always filled with two cocks, and his hole, constantly leaking the semen the men had dumped inside, accepted another cock. Even his hands were each gripping a dark cock, jerking them involuntarily.

Behind his knees, under his arms, his collarbone, even his earholes—anywhere they could rub their cocks, the men shoved them in and unloaded their semen.

Yoon-goon, covered in clumps of semen, was more stimulating to the men than any porno. They pulled Yoon-goon, dripping semen from head to toe, to his feet. Yoon-goon, rising weakly, was surrounded by men and forced to kneel.

“Haa…. Uh…, no… no… ugh…”

Two erect cocks bobbed between Yoon-goon’s legs, one in front and one behind. The excited men pressed down hard on his waist. The two cocks, as if joined as one, touched Yoon-goon’s hole. Yoon-goon’s hole was frothing with the semen of more than ten men.

When the two bobbing cocks, leaking precum, touched Yoon-goon’s semen-covered hole, the slick, obscene sensation was too much for the men to bear. They hurriedly pushed him down and shoved both cocks into his hole at the same time.

“Huu… aaah…!”

His upper body slumped forward, tongue lolling out. The men pounded their cocks into his hole mercilessly, sometimes in unison, sometimes alternating. The sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed, and the squelching noise of cocks moving in and out of the semen-filled hole reverberated chaotically.

“Uh… ugh! Nn, nngh…”

Still unsatisfied, the men jabbed needles into Yoon-goon’s arms while rubbing their hard cocks against his mouth and nipples. His swollen, red nipples, covered in clumps of semen, stimulated the men’s sensitive tips. Hot semen erupted from the men’s cocks and landed on his nipples.

***

[This is breaking news. A few days ago, the prosecution officially announced its position on the drug party involving third-generation chaebols, nicknamed Carnival, which caused an uproar in the political and business world.]

[We promise that the prosecution and police will thoroughly investigate and uncover the truth to prevent such an unfortunate incident from happening again….]

“Heuk… heuk… Things have gotten… heuk…! Out of… heuk-! Haa…, the main event hasn’t come out yet?”

“We’re looking for it now. It should be out soon.”

The boy who had fainted under the old, fat man, foaming at the mouth, had a youthful face. The torn school uniform was probably the old man’s hobby. The boy had said he’d never been to school a day in his life. I remembered his rather cynical gaze.

“Huu…. Sit down, Director Lee.”

What the hell did that old man shove up his dick…?

The disgusting cock of the old man, pretending to be sophisticated while savoring his wine, dangled obscenely. The old man, with tastes as repulsive as his appearance, was one of our key clients.

If things hadn’t gone so strangely wrong, he might still be one of our regulars.

“So, who is it? The rat who ruined everything?”

“An errand boy who delivers drugs, seems to have known Do Wooyeon.”

“Not someone planted by Doha Group?”

“He’s been helping us for a long time. Someone completely unrelated.”

The old man, his face covered in age spots, frowned and swirled his wine glass. Ironically, this perverted old geezer was at the center of power, shaking the Korean political scene. Anyone involved in politics had heard his name.

Handling a request from someone like him was a bigger deal than one might think. Which meant that ruining his request was a much bigger deal than one might think.

“Well, I trust you, Director Lee, I trust you… but there are a few suspicious things. Weren’t you the one who suggested bringing Doha Group down with this scheme? You’re the one who escalated things, but I’m the one who’s going to take the fall, so wouldn’t I be suspicious? If you keep putting me in a difficult position like this, I’m worried I might not see your face again, Director Lee, after so long. Hahaha….”

His tone was light, but his words were barbed. I wonder if that rat, locked up in the basement getting beaten half to death, realizes how big of a mess he’s made.

A few months ago, Congressman Jang ordered tapes to bring down the chaebol chairmen. For months, we set traps and laid bait. He didn’t want a simple incident or tapes for blackmail.

It was practically a declaration of war from the political world to the business world. I dragged Doha Group into that war, fanning the flames of Congressman Jang’s ugly pride.

But then, a drug-dealing bastard no one expected interfered in this power struggle between the political and business worlds.

The rat ran off with Do Wooyeon’s tape. Because of that, Doha Group’s stock price, the only survivor of the war, soared. On the other hand, Congressman Jang’s position within the party became precarious.

It made it look like he had a shady connection with Doha Group. Doha Group didn’t bother explaining. Reacting to baseless suspicions would make them look guilty. More importantly, it was a useful suspicion that could put an end to the rumors of a power struggle with Congressman Jang, so silence was the best response.

I bet dozens of high-ranking officials are sweating bullets right now. Thanks to that, the political and business landscape, which had been stable for a while, was being reshaped. Because of a cheap drug-dealing bastard.

That bastard has no idea how big of a wave he’s created.

“I will find him, Congressman. Don’t worry.”

“Alright, you can go.”

As I bowed briefly and looked back, the old man was once again gripping the neck of the boy who was just regaining consciousness. There’s no guarantee that neck won’t be mine next. I had to bite before I was bitten.

“Where to, hyungnim?”

“The office.”

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