Gutter Chapter 4.2

“Huh… You never listen, do you?”

Boss Gu tapped Yeonjo’s cheek with the back of his gloved hand. Despite the seemingly casual gesture, the force of it, amplified by his exceptional grip strength, made Yeonjo’s cheekbone throb as if he had been punched.

“Didn’t I tell you not to cum without permission?”

Yeonjo whimpered, clutching his aching face.

“I, I did… I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t… huuh.”

Fearful of another slap, he repeated his apologies. Fortunately, the violence didn’t continue. Boss Gu, claiming that crying faces ruined his mood, ordered him to turn around and get on all fours.

Yeonjo quickly obeyed, spreading his legs and presenting his backside. Boss Gu, taking in the contrast of the smooth, white back and the dark hair, positioned himself behind Yeonjo.

“Put it in yourself.”

“…Yes, sir.”

Yeonjo reached down, taking hold of Boss Gu’s penis and aligning it with his entrance. A shiver ran through him as the tip touched his loosened hole. His body remembered the violence and the pleasure that accompanied the invasion. He instinctively puckered his entrance.

Remembering the sensations from moments before, Yeonjo pushed back, taking the penis inside. He felt a rush, as if his insides were being turned inside out, then a fullness as his abdomen was stretched to its limit.

“Haa…!”

His pale buttocks, stretched taut around the penis, quivered. A thrill shot through him, making his hair stand on end. He was losing his mind. To welcome the intrusion of this cruel man…

Even as he acknowledged the terrifying power of the drug, Yeonjo instinctively moved his hips, wanting more.

“I… I’m all the way in.”

“Move.”

With Boss Gu’s permission, Yeonjo awkwardly thrust his hips forward.

“Huu.”

As the penis slid out, his distended belly deflated. He took a breath and slowly began to move his hips. It was his first time doing this, and he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but he continued, groaning and thrusting, afraid of angering Boss Gu.

“Uh, ung… huu.”

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed with every thrust. The initial awkwardness faded as Yeonjo quickly discovered the advantage of this position: he could control the pace and depth.

As he rotated his hips, grinding against the penis, targeting the sensitive spot inside him, he felt a stirring in his lower body, despite having just cum. This wasn’t good. If he came again, he might be beaten to death.

He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the rising pleasure. But he couldn’t completely stop the warmth spreading through his lower abdomen.

“Look at this.”

Boss Gu muttered, watching the hole clenching and unclenching around his penis. He had let him take control, and Yeonjo was clearly enjoying himself.

He was starting to get bored with the slow pace. In the dim light, he noticed the faint kiss marks scattered across Yeonjo’s pale back and buttocks. He frowned, his gaze following the marks down Yeonjo’s body, from his shoulders to his waist, tailbone, and buttocks.

The previous client must have been enthusiastic, leaving a variety of marks.

Boss Gu reached out and spread Yeonjo’s buttocks, revealing a kiss mark on his perineum. Just how eagerly had that mouth devoured him to leave such a mark?

Slap! Slap!

“Hah, ugh…! Ah, it hurts!”

Yeonjo cried out, his body collapsing forward as Boss Gu suddenly slapped his buttocks repeatedly. Ignoring his cries, Boss Gu continued to hit him. Slap!

“Huh.”

With every stinging blow, the flesh around his entrance tightened. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant. As the urge to cum intensified, Boss Gu continued to slap his buttocks, his own hips beginning to move.

“It hurts… huhp, it hurts so much…”

Yeonjo pleaded, tears streaming down his face. Boss Gu frowned, noticing Yeonjo’s weakening thighs giving way.

“Lift your ass.”

Finding the position inconvenient, Boss Gu slapped Yeonjo’s already reddened buttocks and pushed his cock against the entrance.

“Huung!”

Yeonjo tensed his thighs, trying to maintain his position. A wave of nausea and coughing hit him, but the drug seemed to lessen the usual discomfort.

With every thrust, Yeonjo coughed, bracing himself against the sofa. His buttocks, bruised from countless blows, stung at the slightest touch, and his entrance felt stretched to its limit, as if it would tear. Yet, his body burned with pleasure.

“Haa, ung! Aah… huhp.”

“Do you think a client would be satisfied with this kind of service?”

“Manager’s cock is, haa, so big, huh, it’s filling me up…”

“Haa, you crazy bastard.”

Yeonjo babbled incoherently, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding his body. Boss Gu, seemingly unperturbed by his words, thrust harder, burying his cock deep inside Yeonjo.

His swollen buttocks were flushed a deep red, like bruised plums, the same color as Yeonjo’s lips. The marks left by the other client, which had irritated Boss Gu, were no longer visible, obscured by the flushed skin. Finally satisfied, Boss Gu gripped Yeonjo’s hips, savoring the feeling of the soft flesh clenching around his cock with every thrust.

“Haa, ah, too deep… please, a little less…”

As he pushed past the tightening inner walls, his tip would hit a certain spot. Every time it did, Yeonjo would cry out.

“Aah! Ung, a little less, haa, slowly… if you do that, uh…”

“Shut up.”

“Ah!”

Slap. Boss Gu, who had been reveling in the pleasure extracted from Yeonjo’s body, slapped his buttocks again, as if annoyed. Overwhelmed by the alternating waves of pain and pleasure, Yeonjo whimpered. He rubbed his face with the back of his hand, trying to wipe away the tears, and felt a smear of blood. His nose must have started bleeding when he was slapped earlier.

Even as his body rocked under Boss Gu’s thrusts, Yeonjo felt his face, trying to assess the bleeding. Fortunately, it seemed to have stopped, but the shock of seeing the blood brought tears to his eyes.

“Huh… aah, huuh.”

As his whimpers grew louder, Boss Gu roughly turned him over.

“I told you not to cry.”

“S, sorry.”

Yeonjo barely managed to answer, shielding his eyes with his arm. Boss Gu grabbed both his wrists and pinned them down, forcing him to make eye contact. Ah, he wasn’t supposed to avoid eye contact. Yeonjo looked up at Boss Gu, who resumed his thrusts.

His movements were rough, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing through the room. He continued to hold Yeonjo’s wrists down, as if annoyed by his fidgeting. His touch was rough, his actions brutal. It should have been painful and agonizing, yet Yeonjo’s body trembled as the urge to cum intensified.

Despite being treated like a dog, beaten and abused, his penis remained hard. Even as he felt ashamed, moans escaped his lips every time Boss Gu’s cock slammed into him.

“Hak, uuh…”

“Haa. You’re really pushing it.”

“Ung, huhp, ah!”

Boss Gu, thrusting relentlessly, gritted his teeth, feeling his climax approaching.

“Kuh. Fuck…”

He buried his cock deep inside Yeonjo and came, his hips still pistoning even as his semen spurted out.

“Huung…”

Yeonjo tensed his lower abdomen, trying to hold back. A wave of pleasure washed over him, but for some reason, he didn’t cum. He even reached down to check, wondering if he had already climaxed without realizing it.

“Who… huu… gave you permission to touch yourself?”

“Ah.”

Boss Gu grabbed Yeonjo’s hand. His expression darkened, as if he thought Yeonjo was trying to masturbate. Yeonjo tried to explain, but his arm, still held tightly by Boss Gu, was numb, preventing him from speaking.

It wasn’t just his arm. Every part of him that was touching Boss Gu, his erect penis, his abdomen still filled with the man’s cock, tingled with a restless energy. A feeling of incompleteness, like a thirst, gnawed at him.

Boss Gu pulled out, removing the sticky condom. He casually tossed the soiled contraceptive onto Yeonjo’s body. His penis, despite having just ejaculated, remained as imposing as before.

But instead of resuming immediately, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a long drag. He looked down at Yeonjo, whose eyes were half-lidded. He noticed the faint marks on Yeonjo’s chest, left by the previous client.

Should he erase those too? While Boss Gu entertained such idle thoughts, Yeonjo was consumed by desire. The drug’s effects seemed to intensify over time. His mind was filled with nothing but lust.

How much longer would this last? His unsatisfied body craved more, a stronger pleasure. His abdomen, emptied by Boss Gu, felt hollow. His senses screamed, demanding to be filled.

He subtly rubbed his hips against Boss Gu, who was looking down at him with a detached amusement, as if observing a monkey in a zoo.

“Please. Uh, just a little more…”

The friction against Boss Gu’s skin ignited a stronger urge. He couldn’t maintain his composure any longer. Despite having been treated like an animal, beaten and abused, he couldn’t stop himself from begging for more.

He instinctively reached down and grabbed his penis. He wanted to cum, to reach that blindingly intense climax. The thought alone made his breath hitch. Unable to resist any longer, he began to masturbate.

Boss Gu, who had been watching impassively as he rubbed his hips and groin, finally intervened.

“You have a bad habit of touching yourself.”

He irritably loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the sofa. Yeonjo swallowed hard as the man’s massive torso was revealed. He seemed like a giant. When Boss Gu reached out, Yeonjo closed his eyes, bracing for a blow.

“Ah…”

But instead of a slap or a kick, Boss Gu used his tie to bind Yeonjo’s wrists, preventing him from moving. He then grabbed a bottle from the nearby table and emptied it in one gulp.

“…….”

Watching Boss Gu’s Adam’s apple bob, Yeonjo felt a wave of desire wash over him. What he had just received wasn’t enough. He wanted more, again, harder. He wanted to be fucked until his mind turned to mush. He wanted that itchy spot inside him to be scratched again.

Unaware of his own thoughts, Yeonjo whimpered, fidgeting against his restraints. The sight of the slowly burning cigarette in Boss Gu’s hand only intensified his impatience. His body tingled all over, as if ants were crawling on his skin.

“Agh… it’s too much, haa…”

Unable to bear it any longer, he moaned, rubbing his lower body against Boss Gu’s groin.

“You’re a mess. You’re really sensitive to the drug.”

Boss Gu stared at him, his dark eyes unreadable.

The glowing ember of the cigarette, his dark pupils, their shared breaths, the sticky skin touching, the throbbing cock… Everything in the room fueled Yeonjo’s desire.

“Please… do something. Please…”

He pleaded, his gaze unfocused, his mind consumed by lust.

The man with the pomade had been right. The drug was potent and fast-acting. Yeonjo didn’t seem to care who satisfied his need, as long as someone did.

“What should I do?”

“Uh, haa.”

“Answer me properly. I told you I don’t like repeating myself.”

Boss Gu growled. Yeonjo hesitated, the last vestiges of his rationality holding him back. But only briefly. His drug-fueled instincts quickly overwhelmed his reason.

“Put… put it inside me.”

He blurted out, his face flushed.

“What?”

“That…”

“……”

“That. Huh, you know. Please…”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Boss Gu tilted his head, looking at the used condom he had thrown onto Yeonjo’s chest. Semen was still leaking out, trickling down Yeonjo’s skin.

He found Yeonjo’s demeanor irritating. Begging for sex with his hands tied, yet reluctant to speak unless prompted. The marks left by other men were also an eyesore.

“Please… do something… huh… please…”

“Do what? Shove something else up your ass besides my cock?”

Yeonjo nodded eagerly at the word “shove,” not even registering what Boss Gu was saying.

“Yes. A, anything…”

“Huh, anything?”

Boss Gu’s lips curled into a smirk. He flicked his cigarette onto the floor and turned to the table. His eyes landed on a plate of fruit. He picked up a bright red strawberry and held it against Yeonjo’s entrance, spreading his thighs.

“W, wait! What are you doing…?”

Yeonjo’s eyes widened, and he tried to kick his legs, but it was futile.

“What? You said anything. You said you could take anything in that filthy hole of yours.”

“What are you… ugh. Wait. Don’t do that, ah!”

Ignoring his protests, Boss Gu forced Yeonjo’s legs open and pushed the strawberry inside. Slightly crushed, it slid easily into the already loosened hole. Yeonjo’s struggles ceased abruptly.

“You really do look like a whore now.”

Boss Gu muttered, loud enough for Yeonjo to hear. But Yeonjo didn’t register his words. Frozen for a moment, he then clutched his stomach, feeling the cold object rolling around inside him. He couldn’t process what had just happened.

“Why… why did you put that in there…?”

He looked up at Boss Gu, his eyes welling with tears. Boss Gu, amused by his reaction, picked up another strawberry. This time, Yeonjo pushed back with all his might. But it was no match for Boss Gu’s strength.

“Please, don’t. I’m sorry. Why are you doing this…? Hup.”

His pleas were ignored. He wasn’t sure how many more were pushed inside him in those few moments. His stomach felt cold and bloated, an unpleasant sensation he had never experienced before.

Ashamed of the sticky juice staining his groin, he tried to close his legs. But Boss Gu stopped him and flicked his still-erect penis.

“Agh!”

“You like that, don’t you, fucker?”

Boss Gu chuckled at Yeonjo’s involuntary reaction, then took out another cigarette. His own cock, which had been hard for a while, twitched, pressing against his navel. He lit his cigarette, muttering curses under his breath. He then pulled on the tie binding Yeonjo’s wrists, dragging him closer, until he was right in front of his groin. Yeonjo’s face contorted in pain.

“Wh, what are you going to do…?”

He pressed his cock against Yeonjo’s juice-stained entrance and thrust all the way in, in one swift motion.

“Haa!”

“Huu…”

The penetration was easy, the entrance already loosened from his previous assault. Unlike before, when it had felt hot, the inside was now cool in places, chilled by the strawberries. As the thick, long cock filled him, the strawberries inside were crushed, their cold juice oozing out.

Yeonjo cried out as he felt the red liquid trickling down his perineum. Boss Gu’s weight, pressing down on him, felt unbearable. His stomach ached, filled with a cold, unfamiliar discomfort.

Every thrust, every time the cock slammed into him, felt like a violation, stripping away his dignity. It was a despair far greater than any humiliation he had ever experienced.

And what was most unbearable was…

“Huh, ung! Ah, no… huung.”

…the pleasure he felt despite it all. Could a drug really do this to a person?

Yeonjo looked up at Boss Gu, who was thrusting relentlessly above him. He seemed completely unfazed by the absurdity of the situation. It almost seemed natural to him.

And Yeonjo, lying beneath him, moaning, was no different. Was he really losing his mind? Even now, with every thrust, the urge to cum intensified. His confused thoughts faded, replaced by pure pleasure.

“I, uh, I’m going to… cum… haah!”

He pleaded, looking at Boss Gu’s pleasure-filled face. The man’s movements only grew more violent. He pulled his cock all the way out, then slammed back in.

“Huh! P, please.”

It hurt, yet it felt good. He felt like a depraved creature, engaging in some forbidden act, his sense of morality completely shattered. His tear-soaked eyelashes fluttered.

“Cum.”

“Haa…!”

As soon as Boss Gu gave him permission, he pulled out and then thrust all the way back in, in one swift motion. Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, Yeonjo climaxed. A tingling sensation shot up from his lower body, spreading through him, followed by a complete release of tension.

“Haa… ha, uh. Uh…”

“…Kuh. Huh!”

As Yeonjo gasped for breath, Boss Gu continued to thrust a few more times before he, too, came. Yeonjo shuddered as he felt the hot semen spreading deep inside him.

He saw Boss Gu’s harsh features, contorted in pleasure, appearing and disappearing through the haze of cigarette smoke.

He was too weak to move, sprawled on the sofa like a waterlogged rag doll. After a few moments, Boss Gu pulled out. Yeonjo’s sensitized body flinched as the cock brushed against his insides.

“You look less like a whore now.”

Boss Gu muttered, seemingly satisfied, as he watched the mixture of semen and red juice oozing from Yeonjo’s hole. Yeonjo’s legs were still spread wide in front of him, but he was too weak to move.

He could no longer feel his bound hands. He simply lay there, catching his breath, ignoring the blatant stare directed at his groin, unable to close his legs, even though he knew the sticky semen and red juice were still leaking out.

He blinked, staring at the ceiling. How long had he been lying there? Boss Gu finally untied his wrists. He then held his cigarette, now just a butt, close to Yeonjo’s face. Yeonjo instinctively closed his eyes, thinking he was about to be burned.

He heard a sizzling sound and cautiously opened his eyes. He didn’t feel any pain, but the smell of burning hair filled his nostrils.

“Your hair is long. You should cut it.”

Boss Gu stubbed his cigarette out in Yeonjo’s hair and stood up. He wiped his cock and hands with a napkin and got dressed, then left the messy room without a backward glance. The white napkin he discarded looked stained with semen and blood.

Yeonjo turned his head, looking at his hair. A few strands, singed by the cigarette, lay scattered on the sofa.