E | Chapter 2

The man paused for a moment, catching his breath. Penetrating a muscular man who was fully bound required more energy than expected. He couldn’t get any cooperation from his partner, nor could he change positions.

He regretted not tying him in a frog position or flipping him over to lift his hips.

But he shook his head. Flipping him over wouldn’t have allowed him to see this spectacular view.

“Sniff… sob, sniff…”

Juyeon was crying, sniffling in a way that didn’t match his size.

He had been crying before, but it was just enough to wet the blindfold. Now, tears were flowing beyond that, drenching his mouth and chin. Not all of it was tears, though.

“Dirty bastard.”

Both Juyeon and the man were surprised by the muttered words. Juyeon, with his shattered mental state, hadn’t realized he was crying messily with tears and snot. Only after hearing the words did he realize how pitifully he was crying.

But that was it. He couldn’t wipe his tears with his bound hands. And his already burst tear ducts showed no sign of drying up.

Even if he resolved not to cry, not to show such a pathetic sight, his mental state was already broken, and his pride was in tatters.

The man was also surprised. He had planned to keep his mouth shut and just do the job, but he ended up talking more than expected. The earlier words about wanting to die or climaxing were deliberately spoken in a lower voice to intimidate Juyeon, but this time was different.

It was his unfiltered, everyday tone.

He glanced at the camera beside the bed. The camera, which had been recording since he brought Juyeon in, stripped him, and tied him up, was focused solely on Juyeon.

He had checked multiple times before Juyeon woke up. Where he needed to be to stay out of the camera’s view, how to move without being caught.

He’d have to check the footage, but he moved only within the pre-checked range. He couldn’t leave such an obvious trace after being so cautious.

‘Maybe I should erase the sound or overlay background music.’

This video had to be completely unrelated to him. Even if it spread worldwide and thousands or millions of people saw it, no one should think of him. Not even his closest people, like his parents.

The man suddenly felt annoyed. Juyeon was a hindrance, a stumbling block that only held him back. Now that it had come to this, he felt he needed to crush him thoroughly to feel better. So he could never rise again.

The man thrust his still-hard penis deep into Juyeon’s hole.

“Ugh, ugh!!”

For Juyeon, who was sobbing without realizing it, this was an unimaginable situation. After spilling inside, he didn’t even pull out before starting round two.

Well, the whole situation of having sex with a man was unexpected. In his twenty-six years, Juyeon had never imagined being penetrated by a man.

He wished he could close his eyes and open them to find himself back in his moldy basement room.

But the dull pain from his anus and the liquid flowing between his legs reminded him this was no dream.

This was reality. Juyeon was being violently taken by a man in an unbelievable situation.

‘Damn… damn…!!! Why… why!!!! Why is this happening!!!’

But whether Juyeon cried, suffered, or struggled, the man had no intention of stopping. In fact, he was getting more excited, growing larger and harder. The already terrifying thing was becoming even more unreal in size. With such relentless pounding, Juyeon felt like he was going to die.

The agony was so intense that even his seemingly endless tears stopped. He struggled as much as he could. But it was still counterproductive. The pain in his wrists and ankles, which he had momentarily forgotten, returned.

Suddenly, Juyeon’s body convulsed. It was understandable. He had been hit hard enough to pass out and was bleeding. He had suffered violence that left his ears ringing. Crying with tears and snot, breathing only through his nose was difficult.

Enough, you bastard, do you want to deal with a corpse? Juyeon struggled as a final warning. The man acknowledged it. Leaving him like this might be a bit dangerous.

But the man didn’t stop immediately. His own pleasure was more important than Juyeon. For some reason, he felt elated. He was so happy he could go crazy. The earlier annoyance had vanished completely.

The sight of Juyeon convulsing beneath him, only able to let out suppressed groans, was thrilling. He wanted to push Juyeon further into despair after his earlier muttered insult.

“Ugh.”

Unable to contain his excitement, he released his second load inside Juyeon. Pushing it in to the root, he let out a low, suppressed groan.

After what felt like an eternity to Juyeon, the man slowly withdrew his penis.

The large amount of semen that had filled Juyeon’s intestines from two climaxes followed the man’s penis out, flowing down his buttocks. The slackened penis revealed a gaping anus, with white semen dripping onto the bed.

The man thought it was quite a sight. His penis seemed to agree, showing no signs of wilting despite climaxing twice.

The man got off the bed and checked the camera, which had been quietly recording.

The video was nearing an hour. The memory might be at risk. He detached the camera from the tripod and slowly approached Juyeon.

He zoomed in on the ID badge placed neatly beside the pillow. He suppressed a laugh, almost bursting out in amusement, and moved the camera to Juyeon’s face.

His once neat face was a mess of tears, snot, and drool. After capturing his still-sobbing face, he moved to his well-toned body.

The body, glistening with sweat, lube, and semen, was well-maintained, even impressive to another man. Though he was just a guy who couldn’t move under him.

The man smirked, spreading the semen and lube on Juyeon’s stomach. The lingering aphrodisiac effect made Juyeon’s hips twitch. Despite the suffering, his body responded instinctively, thrilling the man.

He gently stimulated Juyeon’s penis, which was trying to rise, causing his anus to twitch.

Juyeon just wanted to cry more. Even though he was already crying, he wanted to cry more. His damned body wouldn’t listen.

It wasn’t just because he was tied up. This was a situation where his penis shouldn’t be reacting. Yet, his uncooperative body was responding, and he hated it.

Sigh.

The man ignored Juyeon’s obvious thoughts and decided to do something even more humiliating.

He pressed Juyeon’s lower abdomen with his free hand. The semen filling Juyeon’s intestines gurgled out, wetting his anus.

Enjoying Juyeon’s flustered reaction, the man settled between his legs again. He began to film a close-up of Juyeon’s anus and the semen oozing out.

The amount of semen he had released was excessive, pouring out endlessly.

Beep.

Just when things were getting good. Annoyed, the man turned off the message about the video recording stopping due to memory issues. A quick check showed the recording had saved without issues.

Satisfied that the 60-minute video was intact, he carefully placed the camera on the desk beside the bed. It was a video that would be his lifeline, no matter what happened next. It would be dangerous if it broke.

Instead, he picked up his smartphone from beside it.

An amusing thought crossed his mind. How would Juyeon, unaware of the video recording, react to the sound of a photo being taken?

Click.

Already anxious from the earlier beep, Juyeon froze at the unmistakable click.

Then he began to struggle desperately. He didn’t care if the ropes cut into his skin or if the semen still inside him splattered everywhere. He just struggled.

He wanted to cover his penis and anus, at least. No matter how carelessly he had lived, he had social status and dignity.

Being bitten by a mad dog was unavoidable. He could just spit and brush off the dirty incident. But if photos remained, it was a different story. This hellish time might never end.

Fear and despair boiled from deep within his chest. Despite Juyeon’s desperate struggle, the ropes binding him were tough and unyielding.

The man watched Juyeon’s frustrated and resentful cries with interest, then climbed onto his stomach.

“Ugh.”

Startled by the unexpected weight, Juyeon stopped moving, and the man burst into laughter. It was too enjoyable. He couldn’t contain his laughter, it was so delightful and thrilling.

As the quiet room filled with the man’s laughter, Juyeon tried to grasp the situation. But before he could, the man’s left hand began to choke him.

“Is it painful?”

“Ugh!! Ugh!!”

“Want me to take it out?”

“Ugh!! Ugh!!”

“If you promise to be quiet, I might.”

Juyeon nodded frantically. He wanted to live. Breathing through his blocked nose was hard enough, but being choked was a death sentence.

Being bitten by a mad dog was a natural disaster, unavoidable, but he had to survive. Depending on the situation, he could snatch or destroy the phone. So, he needed to play along for now.

The man saw through Juyeon’s intentions but didn’t care. He already had a trump card.

The man generously removed the cloth from Juyeon’s mouth.

“Dirty bastard. Look at the drool.”

The man deliberately rubbed the cloth that had been in Juyeon’s mouth on his shoulder.

Feeling the damp, lukewarm cloth, Juyeon turned his head in shame and panted. Breathing was easier with his mouth free, but that was it. His eyes were still covered, and his hands and feet were bound.

“Untie… me…”

“What?”

“Untie me…”

“I did.”

“Damn it, my eyes and arms too…!”

Thwack! Juyeon’s hesitant words were cut off by merciless violence. Caught off guard, his head turned, and he was speechless from the shock.

The man smirked and began to mock him.

“Your attitude is all wrong. No thanks for freeing your mouth.”

“Th-thank you…”

Fear was stronger than shame. The violence he had experienced in a situation he couldn’t resist made Juyeon compliant.

Satisfied with Juyeon’s completely submissive attitude, the man spoke softly.

“What do you think this is?”

“Huh? What…”

“This cloth.”

“Oh…”

“If you guess what it is, I’ll uncover your eyes.”

With the man’s genuinely amused laughter in the background, Juyeon racked his brain. Not that he could think of anything.

To give Juyeon a hint, the man spread the cloth across his chest. The sticky, damp cloth clung to his chest.

The sight was so provocative that the man’s penis hardened again. Maybe he had been holding back too much. It showed no sign of wilting.