Gutter Chapter 3.1

Regrettably, Sunday night was spent flitting from room to room, greeting guests without serving any, a practice the waiter referred to as “turning faces.”

As Yeonjo anxiously paced, worrying about not earning any money until Tuesday, a call came from the team leader on Monday. Someone wanted to buy Yeonjo’s “first time,” she said.

The total amount the guest would pay, including alcohol, snacks, accommodation, and service, was three million won. Of course, this included sex. The team leader explained that the guest was one of the people present in the room when Yeonjo had been making the rounds with the waiter the previous day.

Considering Yeonjo’s urgent need for money, the team leader promised to advance him 2.5 million won as soon as the guest made the payment. Of course, this advance was essentially a debt. A debt Yeonjo would have to pay off by selling his body here.

Regardless, it didn’t matter to Yeonjo. As long as he could secure his grandmother’s surgery fee by Tuesday morning.

On the day he was scheduled to receive his first client, Yeonjo arrived at work early and anxiously waited in the same waiting room where he had initially taken his profile picture. The staff of Phoenix bustled around, occasionally glancing at Yeonjo with sharp eyes.

Although the fee Yeonjo was receiving was quite substantial, it wasn’t unprecedented, so it became a brief topic of conversation before quickly fading away. He had also overheard that with good performance, the men frequently received even larger sums as tips.

In the waiting room, they openly discussed how much they had received in tips, who had touched where, and how some customers had created a scene by ejaculating too quickly and demanding another round. To Yeonjo, these were entirely unfamiliar and embarrassing topics.

He had anticipated needing to prepare extensively, but upon arriving early, he found the establishment bustling with chaotic activity. Everyone seemed busy with their own tasks, leaving Yeonjo to kill time sitting in a corner.

“Oppa, looks like you’re out of luck today.”

Just as sleepiness began to cloud his mind, someone tapped Yeonjo’s arm. A young woman in a short skirt and white blouse stood before him.

“What do you mean?”

“Cancellation. The booking’s been cancelled.”

Yeonjo stood up, his expression bewildered. He asked for a more detailed explanation, but the woman simply waved her hand dismissively.

“Oh my god, they’re saying the manager is really coming? What’s the occasion? When are they arriving?”

She quickly turned away, engaging in a boisterous conversation with another employee.

Left with no other choice, Yeonjo stepped outside and called the waiter he had accompanied the previous day. The waiter, his arms laden with drinks and plates, wore an annoyed expression.

“That guest is a member of the National Assembly. Apparently, there’s been a bribery scandal, and he’s being investigated, so it’s been cancelled.”

The news was a bolt from the blue. Yeonjo stopped the waiter, who was about to enter a room.

“Ah, what now!”

“So what happens now?”

“You need to talk to the team leader and either reschedule or go back to making the rounds.”

“What about the money I was supposed to receive?”

“How would I know? If the client cancelled, then that’s water under the bridge… Now move, I need to get this into the room.”

The waiter brushed past Yeonjo and hurried down the hallway. Yeonjo looked around with a desolate expression. People rarely passed by, and those who did seemed preoccupied, creating an atmosphere where he couldn’t inquire about the situation.

The woman who had informed him of the cancellation in the waiting room spotted Yeonjo and gave him a sympathetic look.

“Oppa, this is how things work in this business. There’s no contract, so it’s ridiculously easy for things to change. Why would you believe something like that so readily? Are you a bit slow?”

“Do you know where the team leader is?”

“This is the busiest time. Do you think she’ll come running just because you want her to? Just give it up and go back to the rooms.”

After offering her advice, the woman swiftly walked past Yeonjo. The hallway suddenly became noisy, as if new guests had arrived at the entrance. Kim Hyungpal, who had stepped into the hallway after greeting some clients, noticed Yeonjo’s dazed expression and hurriedly approached him.

“You heard the news, right? There’s a selection happening, so go into Room L for now.”

“Let me talk to the team leader.”

“Ha… Do you think we wanted to cancel? What can we do if the client is about to go to jail?”

“I’m not going in until I speak with the team leader.”

“What nonsense are you talking about, refusing to go into a room after coming all the way here? The team leader is busy. Later, when the guys are lined up to go in, tag along with them.”

“This is different from what we agreed on.”

“Being in the room doesn’t guarantee you’ll be chosen. Stop whining and go in. We can talk later when things calm down. Excuse me, take this person inside too.”

Kim Hyungpal stopped a group of men in suits and gestured towards Yeonjo. Yeonjo was practically dragged into the room by them.

“Boss Gu is here? Where?”

Just before the door closed, Kim Hyungpal’s surprised voice faintly reached Yeonjo’s ears, but it was quickly muffled by the noise inside.

Up until that point, Yeonjo had been too preoccupied to pay attention to what was happening outside. What should he do now that the arrangement had fallen through? He had been so sure he would be able to receive the full surgery fee today.

His grandmother’s surgery was scheduled for tomorrow. If he didn’t secure the funds by tomorrow afternoon, it would be postponed until next month. That meant either undergoing surgery a month later or finding a new hospital, but his grandmother wasn’t in a condition to wait that long.

His mind raced, but instead of finding a solution, his thoughts became increasingly tangled and suffocating. Ever since hearing about the cancellation, Yeonjo had been in a state of panic.

“Don’t they have many men here?”

“Still, the quality here isn’t bad. They all look like they can pour drinks well.”

Three men in golf attire sat on the sofa inside the room. They assessed the stream of hosts entering the room, making comments amongst themselves.

Yeonjo, forced into the room, stood at the very end, his gaze lowered. However, one of the guests fixed an uncomfortably intense stare on him. As soon as the introductions were over, he was the first to choose Yeonjo.

Yeonjo, barely concealing his deep sense of disappointment, sat next to the man. Since the other chosen hosts also sat beside their respective clients, he had no other option. He wanted to storm out of the room, but he had no justification to do so.

“I haven’t seen your face before. Are you new?”

“…Yes.”

“Were you, like, preparing to be an actor or something? You’ve got a different aura compared to the others.”

“…….”

“What are you doing, pour me a drink.”

The unchosen hosts left, leaving only the three guests and their chosen companions in the room. Yeonjo became even more confused. His thoughts revolved solely around the cost of the surgery scheduled for the following day.

“Hey, hey, you spilled it.”

The glass Yeonjo had clumsily filled overflowed, spilling onto the floor. He quickly placed the bottle down, apologizing, but the guest simply laughed.

“I apologize.”

“Are you nervous? You’re completely frozen.”

Perhaps assuming Yeonjo’s trembling was due to his unfamiliarity with such settings, the guest chuckled and placed his hand over Yeonjo’s. When Yeonjo remained stiff, the guest subtly began to caress his thigh. Instinctively, Yeonjo brushed the hand away.

“What was that.”

“Ah… I….”

He wasn’t sure if he belonged here. Would diligently flirting and accompanying the guest to a second location earn him the amount he had been promised? Or would it all be for nothing?

As Yeonjo hesitated, opening and closing his mouth without forming any words, the men around him were already half-undressed. The other hosts who had entered with him were touching their clients, pulling down their pants, and engaging in rather explicit acts of mutual fondling.

The unfamiliar sight jolted Yeonjo back to reality, and he abruptly stood up. No matter how he thought about it, this wasn’t right.

“I know this is incredibly rude, but I have to leave.”

“What?”

Without offering a proper explanation, Yeonjo rushed out of the room. He headed back towards the counter, intending to find the team leader, but he collided with an unexpected figure as he turned the corner.

That man, Boss Gu.

Boss Gu, dressed in a somewhat disheveled suit, sat on the counter sofa with his legs spread wide.

Caught off guard, Yeonjo gasped as he made eye contact. Seeing those sharp, predatory eyes, his body froze. The last time, he had only caught a glimpse of the man from a sideways angle while his wound was being treated. This time, they faced each other directly.

Boss Gu flicked a lighter in his hand, one leg bouncing restlessly, his gaze piercing Yeonjo.

“…….”

“…….”

A moment of silence hung in the air.

Despite the fact that Boss Gu was sitting and Yeonjo was standing, looking down at him, Yeonjo felt a sense of dread, as if Boss Gu was about to crush him.

After observing Yeonjo with an almost obsessive intensity, Boss Gu finally tilted his chin upwards.

“Go back in.”

“Excuse me?”

“Go back into that room and pour drinks politely.”

“…….”

“While I’m still asking nicely.”

From the end of the hallway, a guest called out to Yeonjo in an exasperated voice. Boss Gu pointed in that direction and ordered him to return and obediently serve the client.

His deep voice held a compelling power. Clenching his fists, Yeonjo barely managed to respond.

“I, I… need to speak with… the team leader….”

“Did you come here to talk? You crawled into a room salon, so pour the drinks.”

“…….”

His gaze was fierce, as if he would raise a hand at any moment if Yeonjo disobeyed. Even though he hadn’t raised his voice, Yeonjo wanted to back away.

His lips seemed glued shut, preventing him from speaking. This was their first proper encounter, yet being in his presence, enduring his gaze, felt suffocating. The muscles in his chest tightened, his breathing becoming shallow.

Fearing that his health condition would be revealed, Yeonjo obeyed Boss Gu’s command and walked back down the hallway. His steps were erratic and hurried, like those of a fugitive.

“Don’t ruin the mood and just do your job, damn it.”

The guest must have called someone, as a guard grabbed Yeonjo by the collar and dragged him back to the room.

“It’s best to behave when the manager is around.”

The guard threw open the door and shoved Yeonjo inside.

Having been forced to return after abruptly leaving, Yeonjo had no choice but to sit back down. However, his churning stomach refused to settle.

“Well, I’ll be. This is a first. What kind of shitty manners is it to storm out after being chosen?”

“Hyung, he’s a complete newbie, he doesn’t know any better. It’s his first time, cut him some slack.”

“I’m paying for service here, and this is what I get? Hey, come back and pour the drinks properly.”

Yeonjo, trying to ignore the spreading ache in his chest, picked up the bottle. The men in the room were now clad only in their underwear. They were preoccupied with their erections and fondling each other.

But Yeonjo felt no inclination to join them. It wasn’t simply dislike, it was a visceral aversion. He had walked into Phoenix of his own volition, as Boss Gu had pointed out, yet everything was unfolding in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

“Cough, cough!”

He had been suppressing his cough for so long that his vision blurred, and his body weakened. After managing to pour the drinks, Yeonjo placed the bottle on the table, seized by a fit of coughing.

Clink!

The bottle slipped from his grasp and rolled onto the marble floor. Before he could retrieve it, Yeonjo doubled over, clutching his chest.

He could barely breathe, his head spinning, his vision turning white. Objects in his field of vision left strange afterimages, moving as if in slow motion.

“Cough, cough! Hack….”

“This fucking bastard, are you crazy? What the hell are you doing!”

“We were being nice, and now you think you can get away with anything?”

A hand shoved him violently, sending Yeonjo tumbling to the floor. At the same moment, the room door burst open, and two large guards entered.

The room descended into chaos. A guest was yelling something, but the words didn’t register. His senses were in overdrive, leaving his mind in a haze.

After a brief exchange between the guards and the guest, they hauled Yeonjo out of the room. His limbs felt limp, like wet laundry.

“Damn it. What a pain in the ass.”

“Doesn’t he look out of it? His eyes are completely glazed over.”

“He hasn’t even had a drink, so it can’t be that.”

“He might get beaten to death today.”

“He brought this on himself. It’s only going to hurt him in the end, tsk. Where’s Boss Gu?”

It felt as though he was back where he started. After all that struggle, he had ended up here. Far from securing the surgery fee, he was being dragged away, likely to be forced to sell his body to someone. He felt a deep sense of despair.

Perhaps the team leader had been deceiving him from the beginning. There’s no way he could earn money so easily and quickly just by selling his body. He had been so foolish.

It was his fault for walking into this place without thinking things through. As his coughing subsided, an overwhelming wave of self-recrimination washed over him.

The thought of his grandmother’s ashen face, unable to receive the surgery tomorrow, made his heart ache. If only he were more capable. Perhaps his grandmother would be healthier. Perhaps she would be sitting in a small, comfortable room, watching TV and smiling, instead of lying in a bleak and chaotic hospital ward.

The guards dragged Yeonjo to the end of the hallway and opened a small, inconspicuous door. A musty odor emanated from the dark room within.

“We’ve brought him, Manager.”

The word “Manager” made Yeonjo lift his head. Boss Gu sat on a stack of boxes, smoking a cigarette.

Yeonjo finally looked around, trying to grasp the situation. The dimly lit room, which appeared to be a storage area, reeked of stale alcohol from the empty bottles piled in the corner. Broken chairs, tables, and dishes were scattered haphazardly.

“Leave him.”

“Yes, Manager!”

At Boss Gu’s command, the men dropped Yeonjo onto the floor and left. Boss Gu looked down at Yeonjo, who had caused a scene in the room after angering a guest.

His eyebrows twitched slightly as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. His gaze crawled over Yeonjo from head to toe.

A sense of impending doom washed over Yeonjo, a feeling that he needed to explain himself.

“I, I… had an agreement with the team leader…. I… cough! I can’t work unless I receive the promised money.”

“…….”

“I have to receive it.”

He stammered out his explanation, despite his fear. Boss Gu, who had been listening to his excuses with a languid air, removed the cigarette from his lips and spoke.

“So you can’t spread your legs?”

Unable to bring himself to nod, Yeonjo bit his lower lip. The words, I’m willing to do it if you just give me the money, echoed in his mind. But he instinctively knew he shouldn’t say them aloud. There was something about Boss Gu that compelled submission.

Yeonjo cowered before him, feeling as if he were being choked. Boss Gu hadn’t taken his eyes off him since he entered the room. It felt as though he was ready to pounce at any moment, crushing Yeonjo’s frail body and subjecting him to some unspeakable act.

A primal fear gripped Yeonjo. Would he be beaten? Or would he be forced to sign another disclaimer, like the one he had seen before? Perhaps, as he’d heard in the conversation between the team leader and Boss Gu, his ankle would be broken to restrict his movement, forcing him to serve clients until his debt was paid. The man had countless ways to harm him.

Come to think of it, his single previous encounter with Boss Gu had been nothing short of terrifying.

“Boss Gu, wait a moment.”

Just as Yeonjo’s thoughts spiraled into gruesome scenarios, the storage room door opened, and the team leader entered. Yeonjo had been desperately searching for her, and she appeared to him like a savior.

“Why did you bring him here? Wait a minute….”

“I don’t need you, so get lost, ajumma.”

Boss Gu waved his hand dismissively, his face creased with annoyance. It was a clear signal to shut up and leave.

“Oh dear….”

“I told you to leave.”

The team leader hesitated, seemingly taken aback by the tense atmosphere, but ultimately unable to defy him, she left. Despair washed over Yeonjo.

“How much were you promised.”

Boss Gu asked, his voice dry, devoid of any genuine curiosity, as they were left alone in the storage room.

“2.5 million won….”

“For how many?”

“Excuse me?”

“How many times were you going to let him fuck you for that price?”

“I, I don’t know….”

In the dimly lit room, Boss Gu leaned towards Yeonjo, casting deep shadows across his angular face. The already harsh features became even more menacing under the play of light and shadow.

Yeonjo gulped. The burning tip of Boss Gu’s cigarette was hovering dangerously close to the bridge of his nose.

“You slither in here without the intention of opening your legs, and now you refuse to fulfill your obligations.”

“B, But… we had an agreement. Ask the team leader, she’ll know.”

“I don’t care what agreements you had with the ajumma. The guy who was supposed to buy your ass has already cancelled.”

Yeonjo clenched his fists. He realized he was on all fours on the storage room floor, like a criminal.

“Then it’s his fault, not mine. I… I have to receive the promised money.”

A surge of courage propelled Yeonjo to look directly at Boss Gu, his voice firm despite his heart pounding as if it would burst from his chest. He desperately tried to hide his nervousness. If he didn’t receive the money by tomorrow morning, his journey to this place would have been for nothing.

Boss Gu stretched his neck, cracking his knuckles. He straightened his posture and spoke.

“You know what’s funny?”

“…….”

“Every single one of you who crawls in here acts like you’ve left your loyalty somewhere else. You gobble down the advance payments without offering anything in return.”

“That’s….”

Yeonjo felt a surge of injustice at the accusation. He had asked for the advance, but he hadn’t coerced anyone into giving it to him. Yet Boss Gu spoke as if his actions were unwarranted.

“The only reason I came here… was for that money. The team leader promised me. So I have to receive it.”

His voice was laced with determination as he repeated, “I have to receive it.” Boss Gu sucked on his cigarette, his cheeks hollowing. A stream of smoke curled from his lips, a scene as devastating as something demonic.

“You really love money, don’t you? So desperate you’d spread your legs for an old woman.”

His voice dripped with a thick, immeasurable disgust, like gum stuck to asphalt. A suppressed rage simmered beneath the surface.

Yeonjo suddenly remembered the cruel conversation he’d overheard, the one about Boss Gu breaking a runaway host’s ankle and forcing him to sell his body.

Boss Gu’s large hands, encased in black gloves, looked excessively rough and strong, as if they could truly snap Yeonjo’s ankle or neck at any moment.

“Then spread them for me. I’ll buy that hole.”

“…….”

“Guys like you need to learn how to service a client first.”

His jaw muscles twitched, accompanied by the grinding of his teeth. Boss Gu reached for his jacket, carelessly draped over a nearby box. He pulled out his wallet from the inside pocket and scattered blood-stained bills in front of Yeonjo, as if tossing bread crumbs to pigeons on the street.

Despite the humiliation, Yeonjo’s eyes were drawn to the numbers on the bills as if hypnotized.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million….

Five one-million-won bills. Five million won. Enough for his grandmother’s surgery tomorrow.

Boss Gu watched Yeonjo’s eyes darting back and forth, then spat his cigarette onto the floor, grinding it out with his shiny black shoe.

As if on cue, Yeonjo crawled forward and quickly gathered the bills. Boss Gu’s foot slammed down on Yeonjo’s white hand.

“Ugh!”

“Don’t you dare use your hands.”

“…….”

“From now on, you pick up money from clients with your mouth. Politely.”

His voice was chillingly calm and detached. Yeonjo couldn’t tell if this was simply meant to humiliate him or if, as Boss Gu had said, it was a lesson in servicing clients.

Whatever the reason, whatever Boss Gu did to him, Yeonjo didn’t care, as long as he could get this money.

His body trembling slightly, Yeonjo lowered his head. He opened his trembling lips and picked up the bill from the cold concrete floor with his mouth.

He placed the first bill close to him, then crawled to the next, picking it up with his mouth. He repeated this dog-like act five times until all five million won were gathered in one place.

“Now that you’ve confirmed the amount, get up and spread your legs.”

Boss Gu’s command echoed ominously. Yeonjo turned his head and looked at where Boss Gu had gestured with his chin.

There were no chairs or anything to elevate himself, only stacks of boxes filled with the room salon’s miscellaneous items. The situation was far from ideal, but Yeonjo wasn’t in a position to complain.

He pocketed the five bills and stood, walking towards the boxes.

“Take it all off.”

Boss Gu’s cold gaze followed Yeonjo as he undressed. His eyes, though not small, were long and narrow, giving off an unsettling feeling. No one had ever looked at him with such a chilling, persistent stare.

Despite the discomfort, the man’s intense gaze evoked a strange sense of déjà vu.

Did he really intend to sleep with him? For five million won? Why? Unanswered questions surfaced belatedly, confusing Yeonjo. Hadn’t Boss Gu looked at him with seething disgust? He still did. His dark pupils were filled with an inexplicable, burning hatred, as if he wanted to strangle Yeonjo right there and then.

The only sound in the storage room was the rustling of Yeonjo’s clothes as he removed them. Boss Gu watched Yeonjo’s white, naked body as he rolled up his sleeves. He took out another cigarette and lit it.

“Turn around, spread your cheeks, and get yourself ready.”

When Yeonjo hesitated, he issued the next command. Yeonjo understood what it meant. He had done his research before coming here, and the mechanics of intercourse flashed through his mind.

He turned around, leaning his upper body against the boxes and pushing his hips back. Then he used his fingers to touch himself. The tightly packed wrinkles were dry.

Except when washing, Yeonjo had never touched himself or inserted anything there. Performing this act, embarrassing even when alone, in front of a stranger made his body stiffen.

The entrance was tightly closed, making it difficult to insert his fingers. Searching frantically, Yeonjo spotted a discarded packet of single-use lubricant next to the boxes. He grabbed it, thinking it a small stroke of luck.

“Lube is only with the client’s permission.”

But before Yeonjo could tear it open, Boss Gu stopped him.

“Then what should I use….”

Mid-sentence, Yeonjo realized the answer. Saliva.

He had no choice but to lick his fingers and then spread his buttocks. He pushed his longest finger in first, but even with the saliva, it was tight. The inner walls seemed to push back, resisting his entry.

Yeonjo leaned his forehead against the boxes and closed his eyes, licking his fingers again. Even though it was his own body, he felt repulsed putting his fingers back in his mouth. The thought that the man was watching everything from behind made shivers run down his spine.

He had prepared himself for this when he entered Phoenix, but it wasn’t easy.

“Ugh….”

He inserted another finger, stretching himself. According to his research, preparing beforehand would lessen the pain during penetration.

Enduring the discomfort, Yeonjo managed to insert three fingers. In the process, he had to repeatedly lick his fingers to lubricate them.

What expression was Boss Gu making? Was he watching with disdain, thinking Yeonjo was an idiot? He was certain Boss Gu would be disgusted by this whole degrading act.

“I, I can’t do this anymore…”

It hurt. He hadn’t expected it to be this painful. The process was far more agonizing than he had anticipated. His bare legs and groin, exposed to the cool air, trembled involuntarily.

Seeing Yeonjo falter and crouch against the boxes, Boss Gu approached. His gaze was fixed on the moist, pink folds.

He grabbed Yeonjo’s hair and yanked his head back.

“Ugh…!”

His coal-black eyes scanned Yeonjo’s face, as if examining a lab specimen.

Lost in thought, Boss Gu took a long drag from his cigarette, remaining silent for a moment.

“Suck it.”

When he issued the new instruction, Yeonjo, without hesitation, turned and buried his face in the man’s pants. He unzipped the fly with his teeth, just as he had done with other men, parting the fabric and slipping his tongue inside the underwear.

He gently licked the man’s member, nestled to the left, then pulled back, taking a sharp breath.

“Ah….”

Boss Gu’s penis was the largest Yeonjo had ever seen. Both in length and girth. Even in its flaccid state, its size was evident.

Seeing Boss Gu’s bored expression, Yeonjo quickly engulfed the penis with his plump lips.

“Haa… Mmm, ung…”

He opened his mouth wide, but it was instantly full. The shaft was still soft, so he took it as deep as he could, then gently sucked, pulling it out. Boss Gu’s previously lifeless member quickly grew in size.

Boss Gu watched Yeonjo deepthroat and diligently suck, smoking his cigarette down to the filter. The smoke wafted into Yeonjo’s face, making it difficult to breathe. His throat and lungs constricted.

“Ughp, umm… uh. Chup.”

Suppressing his cough, Yeonjo expertly deepthroated Boss Gu’s now-engorged penis, rhythmically bobbing his head. When he couldn’t swallow it completely or when he was too breathless, he licked the hardened testicles and base, catching his breath. He looked up with tear-filled eyes to check if the man was satisfied.

Reading the unspoken question in Yeonjo’s gaze, Boss Gu offered a curt assessment.

“Your mouth is useful.”

His tone was utterly businesslike, as if reviewing a product. With every word, ash from his cigarette fell onto Yeonjo’s smooth forehead. The hot embers startled him, but they cooled quickly, so it wasn’t unbearable.

Yeonjo took the thick, blunt tip deep into his throat, constricting his muscles around it. Even when seemingly still, the warm, wet interior of his mouth worked tirelessly. Though suffering, his plump lips expertly and relentlessly worked the shaft, the sight of which made Boss Gu’s lower abdomen tighten.

He wasn’t a novice. Many men must have emptied themselves into those full lips. The way he expertly swirled his tongue and tightened his throat with just the right amount of pressure, it felt less like a mouth and more like another hole made for taking a cock.

“You’re so good at sucking cock, yet you claim your ass is virgin?”

His voice dripped with sarcasm. Yeonjo desperately tried to speak, to defend himself, but with the penis in his mouth, only muffled sounds emerged.

“Woo, ump….”

Slap!

Suddenly, Yeonjo saw white.

“Fuck, don’t you dare bite a client.”

Boss Gu shoved Yeonjo away and slapped him across the face, his voice sharp with annoyance. Yeonjo realized he had accidentally grazed the shaft with his teeth while trying to speak.

“Huuu… Haa, haa.”

He needed to apologize, but having just spat out the penis, he couldn’t utter a word.

Although he was no stranger to violence, having endured his fair share in this harsh world, this was undoubtedly the most painful experience he had ever had. It felt as though his jaw and cheekbone had shattered.

It was just a slap, yet it resonated through his skull as if he had been hit with a hammer.

“Cough, cough…! Hack.”

“Crawl back here and suck it properly.”

Boss Gu watched Yeonjo recoil and cough, then issued the command.

But all the physical reactions he’d been suppressing until now erupted, overwhelming him. No matter how much air he took in, his breathing remained ragged, his chest tight, his heart racing. Nausea and coughing fits, swallowed down while servicing the man, now came bursting forth uncontrollably.

“Ugh! Wuu…”

Boss Gu slowly rolled his eyes towards the ceiling, then looked back down at Yeonjo sprawled on the floor. He stood up from the boxes and strode towards Yeonjo, grabbing his hair and yanking him up.

“Haa…”

“You’ve been paid.”

Slap!

“Ow!”

“Obeying orders is fundamental.”

Slap!

“Ah…”

Boss Gu relentlessly slapped Yeonjo’s already flushed cheeks. Despite his efforts to suppress them, cries of pain escaped his lips. Each blow felt like a metal fist, the pain piercing his skin and reaching deep into his bones.

Tears streamed down Yeonjo’s face.

“I, it hurts… I’m sorry, sob, I’m sorry.”

Boss Gu released his grip on Yeonjo’s hair. Fearful of another blow, Yeonjo frantically scrambled back between his legs, taking his penis in his mouth and sucking desperately. His actions were closer to a struggle for survival.

He had never considered this a game, but a primal fear gripped him, the realization that he could die here.

“You can’t even deepthroat after receiving five million?”

Boss Gu berated Yeonjo as he sucked his cock. He grabbed Yeonjo’s chin, lifting his head and forcing his hips forward.

“Gah! Ump…Hup.”

He knew the exact angle to open Yeonjo’s throat for easier access. He tilted Yeonjo’s head, finding the perfect angle, and started thrusting. A squelching sound, the kind usually heard during intercourse, emanated from Yeonjo’s lips.

Boss Gu propped one foot on a low stool lying nearby and began a brutal, rapid assault on Yeonjo’s mouth.

“Huh, huhp, gah… uh!”

Tears streamed down Yeonjo’s cheeks as Boss Gu’s rough hand held his face in place. He had naively thought he could handle this, that he was used to blowjobs, but at this rate, he felt like he would pass out from asphyxiation.

Every thrust, every time the penis slammed into the back of his throat, felt like someone was choking him. He’d never taken a penis this deep before, and he didn’t know how to time his breathing. His throat was forced open, the head of the penis repeatedly smashing against the back of his throat, going deeper than it should.

He wanted to push him away, to beg for a moment to catch his breath, but he knew the man wouldn’t allow it. Even though he was aware of Yeonjo’s struggles and pain, Boss Gu maintained his grip on his soft hair, continuing his relentless assault.

When he wanted to savor the feeling of the tight, wet throat and soft mouth, he would bury his cock to the root and slowly rotate his hips. With his head tilted back slightly, he let out a satisfied groan.

“Kuh, fuck…. So tight.”

Fearing further violence if he resisted, Yeonjo relaxed his body instead of pushing back, accepting Boss Gu’s deep thrusts to the back of his throat.

“Ugh, husp… ump, humm… uhhu!”

Slobbery sounds escaped his lips continuously. Their fluids mingled, dripping down Yeonjo’s chin. Boss Gu’s penis, unusually hard, felt like a large log crushing his flesh as it pistoned in and out of his throat.

As his consciousness began to fade, Yeonjo clung to the thought of the money he had received. Five million won. Even if his body was wrecked today, it was worth it.

Repeating this mantra to endure the pain, he felt Boss Gu tense as he neared his climax. He pulled his cock out.

“Gah… Hack! Cough! Cough, cough! Haa, haa…”

Yeonjo immediately collapsed face down, gasping for air. Red welts were already forming on his face. He expected Boss Gu to cum on his face, but instead, he tossed a condom lying on the boxes towards him.

“Put it on.”

“Haa… ha…”

Five million won. Five million won.

Repeating the words like a mantra, Yeonjo tore open the condom wrapper. Though a common contraceptive, it was an unfamiliar object to Yeonjo, who had never had penetrative sex.

He clumsily picked up the rubber ring and crawled towards the man.

“I told you not to use your hands. Do I have to tell you everything twice?”

Boss Gu growled, his voice laced with genuine irritation.

Fearing another blow, Yeonjo quickly put the condom in his mouth. He placed it between his plump, ripe-plum lips and then rolled it onto Boss Gu’s slick penis. The tip was so large that it wouldn’t go on easily. He fumbled with his tongue and lips, finally managing to stretch it over the head with the help of his teeth.

Boss Gu, who had been watching, lightly kicked Yeonjo in the stomach.

“Oof!”

“Aren’t you going to squeeze the air out? Don’t play innocent with me. I don’t like that.”

“Yes… huhp, yes.”

Boss Gu’s voice held a threatening edge. Yeonjo nodded frantically, even though he didn’t understand what the man meant.

It felt as though a boulder had slammed into his stomach, his organs twisting in pain. Clutching his abdomen, Yeonjo managed to tear open a new condom. He pinched the tip, expelling the air as instructed, and then rolled it on with his mouth. Even with his mouth stretched wide, he could only get it halfway down. He had no choice but to use his hand to finish.

He braced himself for another kick, but it didn’t come.

Boss Gu nudged a worn mattress leaning against the wall with his foot, spreading it on the floor. A cloud of dust rose, obscuring Yeonjo’s vision. He gestured towards it with his chin.

“Get down.”

Yeonjo got onto the mattress on all fours, his back to Boss Gu. His body trembled with fear, anticipating the impending penetration. He was already battered and bruised after just a few minutes. Boss Gu, fully aware of Yeonjo’s state, showed no sign of emotion.

Yeonjo closed his eyes, praying for this to be over quickly.

“Relax.”

He felt Boss Gu position himself behind him.

“Uh…”

A blunt tip pressed against his entrance. Yeonjo instinctively tensed. A faint memory surfaced, of an older man at the orphanage trying to force himself on him. The fear from that time resurfaced, stealing his breath.

“Ah, it hurts…. Huuh.”

Yeonjo choked back a scream, pleading with him. He didn’t need to turn around to know that the penis pressing against him was too large to enter in one go. He felt his entrance being forcibly stretched as the man’s penis began to push its way in.

It felt like being ripped apart, unlike anything consensual. A searing pain followed.

“Ugh… it hurts… It hurts so much. Slowly… huhp!”

It was far more difficult than he had imagined. Yeonjo felt his consciousness flickering.

The lingering cigarette smoke, the rising nausea, the tears wetting his cheeks, the dusty, worn mattress, his aching body from the man’s blows… It felt as if his mind was separating from the horrific reality he was experiencing. Yeonjo bit his lower lip.

Since waking up in the hospital after the accident that killed his family, countless trials had relentlessly plagued his body, his life, his mind. They had gnawed at his soul, consuming him bit by bit.

He tried to convince himself that this was nothing compared to the misfortunes he had already endured, but he couldn’t compose himself.

How did he end up here?

Yeonjo often contemplated the meaning of life. However, reflecting on his own life felt like falling into a deep abyss, so he stopped thinking about it after a certain age. But today, the thoughts wouldn’t stop.

What is my life? Just as he reached this existential question, he felt his body tumbling down, down, down… landing finally on this filthy, smelly mattress in a storage room.

“Haa… ugh, huhp.”

“Fuck, are you going to relax or not?”

Slap!

Frustrated by Yeonjo’s continued tightening, preventing his cock from fully entering, Boss Gu slapped his buttocks. The sting was sharp enough to bring Yeonjo’s wandering mind back to the present.

But even so, relaxing wasn’t an option. The heat and foreign intrusion were overwhelming, making him feel as though a burning rod was being shoved inside him. His organs felt crushed, making it difficult to breathe.

“Ow! W-wait… uh!”

Without warning, the man thrust all the way in. It was a brutal, forceful movement, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing.

For a moment, Yeonjo felt like he was being ripped in two. Impaled on the man’s cock, he froze, barely managing to maintain his position.

“I told you to relax, but you keep tightening. Huh. Do you want me to fuck you until you’re ripped apart?”

Boss Gu’s voice, rough with arousal, rumbled from behind.

Yeonjo was grateful that he was facing down, like a dog, sparing him from having to make eye contact during this ordeal. But he quickly understood why Boss Gu had chosen this position.

“Ah, it hurts so much… uh… Please, pull out for a moment… agh.”

The unpredictable rhythm of the thrusts, the inability to anticipate when he would pull out or thrust in, amplified the pain. When he pulled back and then brutally slammed his cock all the way in, Yeonjo almost passed out.

“Agh!”

A scream tore from his throat as his insides felt crushed. Dust from the floor, disturbed by his movements, entered his lungs, triggering another coughing fit.

“Fuck. You’re making this difficult….”

The thrusting was hampered by Yeonjo’s inability to relax. Though the inner walls were yielding once the penis was fully inside, the entrance remained tight, causing discomfort. The saliva Yeonjo had used to prepare himself had long since dried. Even the lubricant on the condom wasn’t enough, causing Boss Gu to frown and curse under his breath.

“Tch!”

He spat onto the juncture of Yeonjo’s entrance and his penis.

“Wh, what are you doing….”

Yeonjo, initially unable to comprehend what had just happened, stiffened his back. He felt the lukewarm liquid trickle down the curve of his perineum.

Had he just spat there?

Despite already being treated worse than an animal, Yeonjo was shocked by the man’s vulgar act.

“What are you waiting for? Lift your ass.”

Ignoring Yeonjo’s reaction, Boss Gu grabbed him firmly by the hips, his other hand gripping his own penis. He pulled out, then tapped the head against Yeonjo’s entrance, spreading the saliva.

Then, with a forceful thrust, he slammed it back in.

“Ah!”

Boss Gu’s groin slapped against Yeonjo’s buttocks. His flesh felt hard as concrete, his pubic hair rough. He thrust all the way in, then ground his hips slightly, the coarse hair rubbing against Yeonjo’s buttocks, chafing the sensitive skin.

“Huu… That’s better.”

Thanks to the saliva, the dry entrance was now lubricated, making penetration much smoother. Though stretched to its limit, barely accommodating the penis, the hole clenched around him with a pleasant tightness.

Boss Gu’s narrow eyes, stretched at the corners, watched the movements of the entrance with a predatory gaze. Though Yeonjo’s waist and chest lacked the satisfying grip of a woman’s, his buttocks were nicely rounded.

Yeonjo, thin and pale, had effortlessly aroused him, his penis throbbing to the root. The ajumma had been right. Both his mouth and ass were good enough to attract countless men to the room salon.

Boss Gu watched the trembling, pale buttocks as he roughly pistoned in and out.

“Huh… huuh, uh, ah…”

“Stop whimpering. It ruins the mood for the other clients.”

Hearing Yeonjo sniffling, he slapped his buttocks again. The sound was like a jockey whipping a racehorse.

Yeonjo bit his lip hard, stifling his sobs. However, he couldn’t stop the tears that dripped onto the mattress, staining it.

“It hurts so much… Please, just a little… ugh, slower… Huuh! Ugh!”

Ignoring his pathetic pleas, Boss Gu thrust faster and harder. It felt as though his penis grew larger inside him with every sob. The wet slapping sounds echoed relentlessly through the storage room.

As he endured, the tip of the penis, digging deep inside, hit a certain spot, causing Yeonjo to gasp and curl his toes.

“Ahh…!”

Despite the dull ache, like a blunt blow, a strange tingling sensation spread through him, reaching his toes. It was a sensation he had never experienced before, and he thrashed his hips against the mattress, his fingers digging into the fabric, a mixture of fear and confusion washing over him.

Noticing the tightening of Yeonjo’s inner muscles, Boss Gu forced him onto his back. Lying on the moldy mattress, Yeonjo’s penis was slightly erect, a stark contrast to its previous flaccid state.

“So it’s true that male prostitutes can feel it from behind.”

Boss Gu scoffed, a hint of disbelief in his voice. Yeonjo blushed, belatedly realizing his own arousal.

“This… isn’t like that.”

As if unconcerned with Yeonjo’s reaction, Boss Gu resumed his thrusting. Despite the strange pleasure that had spread through his lower abdomen earlier, the penetration remained hot and searing, like a burning ember inside him.

“Uh, ah… aah, please… huhp, ugh, ung!”

He desperately tried to stifle his whimpers, remembering Boss Gu’s order not to cry, but tears streamed down his temples. His soaked eyelashes fluttered helplessly, like the delicate wings of a black butterfly.

His blurred vision caught glimpses of his own slender legs and Boss Gu’s harsh features. The man seemed both aroused and angry.

As the large penis scraped against his inner walls, reaching places it hadn’t touched before, Yeonjo clenched his teeth, his thighs trembling uncontrollably. He managed to suppress any cries, but he couldn’t fight off the wave of sensation that washed over him.

“Hump… haa, haa.”

Just like when he had been slapped, his vision momentarily turned white. An intense sensation, so powerful it sent shivers down his spine, enveloped him completely. The nameless feeling surged to the top of his head before slowly fading. At the same time, a warm, viscous liquid spread through his abdomen and chest.

A few seconds later, Yeonjo realized he had climaxed amidst the pain.

“Haa, haa…. Uuh, uh.”

“This fucker. What kind of dog crawled in here.”

Seeing Boss Gu’s cold expression, Yeonjo realized his mistake. But it was too late. Boss Gu’s face contorted in disgust as he saw the semen splattered across Yeonjo’s smooth stomach, as if he had witnessed something unclean.

Slap! As expected, a slap followed.

“Who gave you permission to cum all over the place?”

“Ugh. Huh… I, I’m sorry…!”

“Did you buy me with your five million?”

As if the slap wasn’t enough, Boss Gu, unable to control his anger, pulled his leather belt from his pants. He doubled it over and lashed out at Yeonjo.

Whack!

“Agh!”

“I asked you a question. Did you buy me with your five million?”

He pressed Yeonjo menacingly. The area where the belt had struck burned with a searing pain. Yeonjo frantically shook his head, denying the accusation.

“N, n, no… huu, no.”

“Then why the fuck did you cum before me, you disrespectful brat?”

He muttered curses under his breath, unbuttoning his shirt. His muscular arm, still holding the belt, rose again, and the hard leather lashed across Yeonjo’s thigh. Whack! The sharp sound of tearing flesh echoed through the storage room. Yeonjo curled up, shielding himself.

“Eek! I, I’m sorry…. It was a mistake.”

Yeonjo pleaded, wiping his semen from his stomach with the back of his hand. Why had he done that? It had been painful, yet he had climaxed.

He repeated his apologies, unaware that blood was trickling from his swollen lips, abused from sucking the man’s cock. His previously smooth, white face was now mottled with bruises from the earlier blows. Red welts from the belt marked his body.

Boss Gu stared down at him for a moment, then tossed the belt to the floor. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he ordered in an exasperated tone,

“Crawl back here.”

Without a word, Yeonjo lay down in front of him, spreading his legs. The condom on Boss Gu’s penis, unable to withstand its size, was torn in several places. Unfazed, he aligned his cock with Yeonjo’s entrance and thrust in.

“Hup…. Agh.”

He entered fully in one thrust. Yeonjo’s insides were slick from having just taken his cock in his mouth, making the penetration easier. However, the tightness remained. Boss Gu clicked his tongue and slammed his hips forward.

He stared intently at Yeonjo, writhing beneath him, tears welling in his eyes. His face, chest, stomach, and even his insides, clenching tightly around his cock, were wet. With every thrust, Yeonjo’s slightly long hair, for a man, swayed against the mattress, releasing his scent, which wafted into Boss Gu’s nostrils.

“This, fuck!”

His engorged penis plowed through the softened flesh, creating a path for itself. Yeonjo’s insides, already slick, readily accepted him, squeezing his shaft tightly. A wave of pleasure shot through Boss Gu’s body with every thrust, sending shivers down his spine.

Desire swelled within him, threatening to erupt. He gripped Yeonjo’s hips, quickening his pace, as if determined to consume every part of this creature named Cha Yeonjo.

Yeonjo shuddered at the touch of the cold, impersonal gloves. He couldn’t believe his body had space to accommodate something so large. It had seemed impossible, yet the deeper Boss Gu thrust, the further his cock invaded him.

“Ah, aah, huuh…!”

Overwhelmed by a subtle pleasure mixed with pain, Yeonjo let out short moans with every thrust. Unconsciously, he placed his hand on Boss Gu’s rough arm, gripping his hip, instinctively clenching his inner muscles. A bead of sweat dripped from Boss Gu’s forehead. Startled by the lukewarm drop, Yeonjo bit his lip and flinched.

“Huu… kuh!”

With a final, deep thrust, Boss Gu groaned, emptying himself inside Yeonjo. The sticky fluid sprayed deep within him. The unfamiliar sensation made Yeonjo grimace and clutch his stomach. Boss Gu continued to cum inside him, then pulled out.

“Haah!”

“Huh, huh…”

Despite having climaxed, his cock remained hard. Semen and other fluids mingled messily, dripping from the tip down to the base, staining the mattress. The torn and broken condom had been utterly useless.

Boss Gu pulled the ruined condom off his still-erect penis and tossed it at Yeonjo, who was sprawled on the mattress, trying to catch his breath. The sticky condom landed near his hip.

His shoes had come off during the violent sex, leaving Yeonjo clad only in his socks. Semen leaked from his entrance. Abused by the monstrous cock, the swollen hole remained open, pulsing slightly. It resembled Yeonjo’s bruised and swollen lips, like a rotten plum.

Boss Gu loosened his crooked tie, roughly wiping his semen and groin with it before discarding it onto Yeonjo’s body. The wet tie landed like a snake across his white buttocks and thigh.

“Haa… haa…”

Yeonjo was a pathetic sight. Covered in discarded condoms, semen, and a cum-stained tie, he looked as though he himself had been used and discarded.

Boss Gu imagined forcing Yeonjo’s legs open again, thrusting his cock back inside, and watching the semen he had just deposited spill out. The thought of the soft, wet tightness he would feel upon re-entry made his mouth water.

He could have fucked him a few more times if he had the time, but his schedule was tight today. He adjusted his pants, grabbed his jacket from the boxes, and left the storage room.

🚬

Yeonjo wasn’t sure how he managed to get to the hospital to pay for the surgery. He remembered being there, but his memory was fragmented, as if someone had cut out sections with scissors.

After the hellish encounter with Boss Gu, he had passed out, a broken mess. He couldn’t recall if he had lost consciousness after it was over or during the ordeal.

When he first opened his eyes, he was lying on a sofa in the staff waiting room at Phoenix. He could hear the staff bustling around him.

As soon as he regained his senses, he sat up and checked his pockets. The bills were still there. Relief washed over him, followed immediately by a searing pain in his abdomen. Then the pain spread to his face, back, waist, and buttocks. His entire body throbbed and burned, forcing moans from his lips.

“What… time is it?”

He managed to stop a passing waiter and ask. The waiter, informing him it was 5 AM and that they were cleaning up, wore a strange expression, as if he had just seen a monster.

5 AM. The hospital wouldn’t be open yet. He could wash up, compose himself, and then head over. He asked the waiter again if it was still Tuesday, and the waiter confirmed it was.

After that, his memory became hazy. Someone asked if he needed to be hospitalized, and then the scene shifted. He was on his way to his grandmother’s hospital. He knew he had met with the doctor and completed the payment process, but the details were lost to him. He just remembered fighting with all his might to stay conscious.

Leaving the hospital, he took a taxi back to his room and collapsed into a deep sleep, more like a state of unconsciousness.

After receiving confirmation that his grandmother’s surgery was successful, he spent three days in bed, feverish and aching. His muscles burned as if scalded, making him wonder if he was dying.

He lay in his small bed, unable to move. Even in his sleep, the pain brought tears to his eyes. He felt a deep sense of sorrow.

Despite the relief that his grandmother had survived, the ordeal with that man haunted his dreams, tormenting him.

Other suppressed memories surfaced, intertwining with the nightmare.

The valley where he lost his family, the abuse he suffered at the orphanage, his grandmother’s gentle care and the fishy smell of her hands as she nursed him through the flu, the days he spent studying for his GED… and that boy…

That boy would appear in his dreams whenever Yeonjo thought he had finally forgotten him.

‘Y, Yeonjo hyung.’

Returning to the orphanage after school, Yeonjo would spot the boy’s small head poking out from the entrance at the end of the alley. Even in the sweltering summer heat, when the asphalt was hot enough to melt skin, the boy would always be there, waiting for him. Always.

‘Why are you out here in this heat?’

‘J, Just waiting for you, hyung.’

The boy, Rags, would be standing in his usual spot, a sun-drenched empty lot. He stood there so he could be the first to see Yeonjo as he entered the alley.

Despite sweating profusely, the boy would always run towards Yeonjo with a smile. His small frame and the colorful bruises that bloomed across his skin always made Yeonjo uncomfortable. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to turn the boy away, allowing him to encroach upon his space. It was all Yeonjo could offer.

‘H, Hyung. Do, do you know what kind of flower this is?’

His face flushed from the heat, the boy would present Yeonjo with a handful of wildflowers he had picked. Yeonjo would stare at the offering.

‘Looks like a chrysanthemum.’

‘Is, is this flower better… than the one, one, one you held in the, the, the picture?’

He was probably referring to a photo taken at an event with a businessman who had donated to the orphanage. Yeonjo tilted his head, trying to recall the bouquet he had held. Hydrangeas, perhaps? The businessman’s assistant had brought a large, extravagant bouquet along with a new shirt, claiming it would look better in the photo.

‘Yes. This one is better.’

‘Th, then hyung, take it.’

‘Thank you. I’ll take it to my room and put it in a vase.’

‘I, I’ll bring you more… next time if, if, if you like it.’

The exchange was unusually sentimental for two boys, but the boy kept his promise. After that, he would bring Yeonjo wildflowers whenever he found them, leaving them in Yeonjo’s room.

Looking back, that boy had been the first to do many things for Yeonjo. He was the only one, besides his deceased family, who had given him flowers with such pure intentions, who had waited for him after school. He would stay up late, waiting for Yeonjo even when he was summoned to the director’s office, and he would save his treats to share with Yeonjo. That boy, Rags, was the only one.

Whenever Yeonjo thought he had forgotten, the memories would resurface.

The boy’s thin frame, his unwavering gaze, the sweet scent of wildflowers, his hesitant speech, the warmth of his embrace, his shy smile, his faded and worn clothes, the fresh scent of bubblegum…

What had he done to such a boy?