Struggling was useless. His breath was cut off so completely it felt like the whites of his eyes might roll up and disappear. His face burned red, tears streamed down, and as his abdomen tensed, blood rushed down between his legs.

“Kh— hff. Mm...!”

His throat burned. His tongue was crushed. Saliva forced its way past his lips and ran down his chin.

Every time he was stabbed deep in the throat, nausea surged up—but even that seemed to register as stimulation. His cock rose. The ring couldn’t stop it. Red as his face, it throbbed angrily.

“Hhh... ngh...!”

With his bound hands braced against the floor, Haejun dug his nails in, fighting back the gag reflex. But it didn’t change the fact that he felt like he’d been shoved underwater, mouth opening and closing uselessly.

His eyelids trembled. His hands and thighs shook. And at the tip of the shaft that had forced its way up despite the ring, a bead of moisture gathered. Shamelessly so.

It started at his tailbone—a surge of current that coiled up his spine. Only when his whole body was trembling uncontrollably, unable to even form words, did Lee Kangjoo finally loosen his leg. Haejun threw his head back, gasping harshly.

“Haah... hff...”

He sagged limply, too exhausted to even register it, when Kangjoo slid his hands under his arms and lifted him effortlessly. His flushed body was set astride Kangjoo’s thigh in an instant.

Panting, pale-faced now, Haejun lowered his head.

Below him, the cock he’d been sucking stood like a club. Slick with saliva, veins bulging, it looked far more vicious than usual.

Haejun shook his head frantically.

If that went in, he might actually die. He’d swallowed him countless times before, endured him somehow—but that was when there wasn’t a ring choking the base of his own cock.

If Kangjoo pushed inside him and started moving like this... if that sensitive spot buried deep inside him got crushed flat... his cock might burst. He’d definitely lose consciousness from the pain.

But Lee Kangjoo, as if determined to keep his word about treating him like an object, gripped Haejun’s hips and pressed down.

Haejun resisted with everything he had, but he couldn’t win against that monstrous strength.

The moment his body tensed, the hole clenched shut too. Kangjoo clicked his tongue and smacked Haejun’s ass hard with a palm like a cast-iron pan.

“Hk!”

He inhaled sharply—and in that split second between holding and releasing his breath, the blunt head pressed against his entrance. Kangjoo didn’t give him time to react. He forced him down.

“——!”

His vision went white.

The stretched flesh burned raw. No matter how much he’d slobbered on it, forcing it into an unprepared body was too much. And yet Kangjoo kept pressing him down until more than half of the thick shaft was swallowed.

“Hh— mm—!”

The pressure reverberated through his abdomen. Haejun bit down on his own wrist to keep from screaming. Tears leaked out. His head went blank. His thighs trembled pitifully.

“How long are you planning to just take it? Move on your own.”

“J-just... give me a second, hh— ah!”

“If you can’t even do this after selling your body, what are you good for? You said you had no other talent. Then you should at least do this well.”

Another slap landed on his ass. His entire body rang. The spot burned like he’d been dropped onto a heated iron pot.

Haejun bit his lower lip hard.

Kangjoo wasn’t wrong. The only way he survived was by moving his hips. If he wanted to earn his keep, no matter what state he was in, he had to make the client come.

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With tears clinging to his lashes, he began to move his hips slowly. He couldn’t take it all. He cheated—lowered himself just enough to swallow that much, pulled back slightly, then pushed down again, glancing at Kangjoo’s face.

Even that made his spine prickle and his insides clench on their own.

“Hh... ah...”

He chewed on his wrist to keep himself steady, moving only as much as the ring would allow without making him explode. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Kangjoo leaned back against the sofa and watched.

He didn’t look like a man thrusting into someone. He looked calm. Detached.

His gaze never left Haejun’s face. He watched tears gather and fall. Watched his bitten lips swell. Watched his shoulders tremble.

Even that gaze felt like heated poison.

Just knowing Kangjoo was watching made his untouched nipples stiffen.

He tried every trick he knew to suppress the stimulation, but it wasn’t easy. The position was the worst of it. With nothing to brace against, he had to support himself entirely on his own strength, and that made his abdomen and inner thighs tighten uncontrollably—often squeezing down around the shaft like he was trying to sever it.

Every time, a chill ran up the back of his neck and rough waves crashed below his navel. Blocked by the ring, his release surged up to the crown and receded again.

“—hk...”

He’d lost count how many times.

Swaying, he pressed his forehead against Kangjoo’s shoulder. The scent that flooded him made his head spin.

“Ah... fuck.”

He wanted to stay pressed there longer—but Kangjoo suddenly muttered a curse and grabbed his ass roughly. As if catching him trying to escape, he slammed him down again, forcing him to take everything to the base.

A scream tore out of him.

“Ah—!”

He clamped a hand over his mouth, trembling violently. His vision blacked out and returned, blurred by tears. When he blinked them away, he saw Kangjoo.

There was a faint crease between his brows.

Without taking his eyes off Haejun, he lifted him and dropped him down again.

“—ahh!”

His abdomen hollowed inwards. A rounded outline bulged faintly above his navel. His own cock stood rigid, flushed a deep ruby red. The sensation made even the veins throb.

Kangjoo shifted his grip to Haejun’s waist and began moving him up and down himself. Each time the slick shaft plunged between his cheeks, Haejun’s toes spread wide, then curled inward.

The soles of his feet turned pale from tension. In contrast, his face, neck, and chest were as red as the shaft inside him. Tears fell freely. Sweat-damp strands of hair clung to his forehead.

“Hh— please, please...!”

Unable to bear it, Haejun reached down—but Kangjoo blocked him. He writhed. His lashes were soaked, but he didn’t even have the strength to wipe them.

He just wanted release.

If Kangjoo pushed deeper—if that thick head rammed upward against the hidden dead-end wall inside him—he wouldn’t be able to stop the whiteness flooding his vision, the boiling in his gut.

“You— it hurts. Please, please take that off... please...”

He rubbed his palms together desperately.

Kangjoo had thrown him into this furnace. And only Kangjoo could pull him out. Even just a kiss might’ve given him the strength to endure—but the man who had once been gentle now showed no mercy.

Kangjoo said nothing.

He just gripped Haejun’s waist hard enough to leave marks and moved him however he pleased. Like a toy. Like an object, just as he’d said.

And yet his gaze was meticulous. As if memorizing every detail—how much pain Haejun was in, how his expression changed, how many tears fell.

“Hh— ah—!”

At one thrust too deep, his strength gave out and he swayed backward. The shaft grinding inside him shifted angle slightly—and that alone sent a surge of near-release through him. His own cock throbbed angrily, swollen and ready to spill at the slightest touch.

“No patience.”

“Aah—!”

“And such a drama queen.”

The criticism and the pain made the tears pour harder.

If only he’d ease up just a little. But whatever had set him off, Kangjoo showed not the slightest intention of stopping. He squeezed Haejun’s ass with brutal force, like he might break him the moment he grew bored.

“Too many clients, maybe... your hole’s loose.”

A thick finger crept between his cheeks.

The rough fingertip brushed lazily along the rim stretched tight around the shaft.

Haejun jolted upward with a gasp. The finger hovered at the entrance, as if about to force its way in. The vivid sensation made his skin prickle.

Loose? That was absurd.

He was already stuffed full. Even just breathing made the outline of the thick shaft show faintly beneath his stomach.

“No—! Not your fingers, don’t— ah!”

He shook his head violently—but Kangjoo mercilessly pushed his finger in all the way.

Haejun’s eyes flew wide.

As if being filled to the limit wasn’t enough, the added intrusion made it feel like his stomach would burst. He opened his mouth—but no air came in.