Hit by a Pitched Ball Chapter 5

He clicked his tongue at the images made into short videos. Does this work? Taebeom’s eyes filled with bewilderment. Most of them had the cocks whited out, so he didn’t have the impression that he couldn’t watch them. But the scenes of forearm-sized cocks being thrust into anthill-sized holes were hard to describe. Taebeom compared Yunjae lying beneath him to the images. His head grew complicated. Then he looked down at his own cock. A hollow laugh escaped again. If it works for them, it’ll work for me.

Having thought that far, Taebeom turned off the unhelpful SNS. But when he found a video, he couldn’t last three seconds. Seeing Yunjae’s naked body, his perfectly erect penis went soft and limp in that brief instant.

He’d only wanted to see how it was done, but at the panting acts of Western men, Taebeom flinched slightly and looked away. Maybe the comics weren’t entirely lies. Taebeom recalled the pained face of the Western man and looked at the sleeping Yunjae.

“…He must have… done it.”

Before he knew it, the Western man had faded away, leaving only Yunjae’s face. Feeling the ache below his waist again, Taebeom lowered his gaze. As if it had never died, his re-erected cock was even larger than before.

Taebeom slightly eased his doubts and opened a portal site. The portal site was mostly filled with jokes, mockery, and hate comments. Then he found a plausible answer, and Taebeom’s brows furrowed together.

It was the only reply that hadn’t been reported. It didn’t seem like a joke or a prank either. The answer, written in detail as if genuinely concerned for the questioner, Taebeom read with considerable focus, almost memorizing it.

The process was more troublesome than he’d expected. Taebeom found and brought body lotion to substitute for lubricant. Since there was no gel, it couldn’t be helped. After confirming the explanation that it was harmless to the body, Taebeom poured lotion onto his hand. Given the size of his cock, he’d used gel before, but the feel was different. He grew needlessly agitated and mocked himself. Do you want to put it in this badly? He unhesitatingly criticized himself.

Yet unable to think of stopping, he was exasperated with his own conscience. Taebeom grabbed both of Yunjae’s buttocks and spread them open. He slathered the overflowing lotion between the perineum. In an instant, the tightly closed hole became slick, as if natural fluids were flowing.

“Hnn…, hrr… co, cold…”

Yunjae, whom he’d thought was asleep, spoke with his eyes still closed.

“They say cold is better than tearing.”

He’d thought he was completely unconscious, but even at Yunjae’s endlessly muttering words into the air, Taebeom answered diligently. All the while, he couldn’t take his eyes off the phone screen. Taebeom spread the buttocks that fit perfectly in his hands even wider. The hole, naturally spread apart, distorted into an oval shape. Taebeom probed the hole, pressing and rubbing it with his thumb as if stabbing it. He pressed the twitching flesh beneath his thumb and rubbed it. At that, the limp Yunjae jerked his body and trembled violently.

“Ah, fuck.”

Caught off guard, the disgusting photo filled the screen again, and Taebeom cursed under his breath and threw the phone away. Brushing back his sweat-dampened, cooled hair, he shifted his gaze to the warm folds touching his thumb. Taebeom continued to press firmly on the tightly closed hole. It was almost instinct. He moved his fingers with the sole aim of widening this place.

“Ugh…”

“Huu…”

The feel of the dense, intricate inner flesh clinging to the tip of his thumb was novel. Saliva pooled in his parched mouth. When he traced the inside of his own mouth with his tongue, he felt a similar texture. His interest kindled, Taebeom pulled out his inserted thumb and pushed his middle finger all the way in at once.

“Ugh!”

Yunjae, flailing like a paper doll, let out a scream-like moan. Startled by the sudden intrusion, his buried head arched backward. Yunjae blinked his hazy eyes rapidly. Even facing Yunjae’s moist face, with his lower lip bitten, Taebeom only let out a light scoff.

The sensation of his finger, thrust deep into the inner wall, being densely clung to was on a different level from what he’d imagined. Warm and soft, and the pleasure of it tightening and relaxing stirred the sexual desire clinging to his lower abdomen. He moved the inserted finger back and forth. He could feel the mucous membrane clinging tenaciously to his finger. It seemed to bite and hold on. Without teeth, it gnawed as if to cut and devour. The sensation made his vision swim. It was a stimulation he simply couldn’t stop.

Whether due to the lotion, the inner wall of the slightly probed hole was moist and soft. The hole, swallowing and spitting out his finger with wet, lewd sounds, was hard to believe belonged to a man.

“Hnngh, ngh… ah, ah…!”

Taebeom stared at the panting Yunjae without blinking. Whether he was crying from pleasure or pain no longer mattered to him. The fingers that had been thrusting, shaking his entire wrist, quickly multiplied to two. Taebeom was drawn into the tight, constricting pressure. Feeling the tight hole soften through his entire fingers, he gradually increased the number. He painstakingly pushed in up to three.

“Hnn… di, did you put it all in…?”

Sobbing and whining, Yunjae asked in slurred, stammering speech. Yunjae seemed uncomfortable with the sensation filling his lower abdomen, his hands gripping the sheet trembling so violently that the backs of his hands turned white. Meanwhile, apparently mistaking the fingers for something else, he kept saying strange things.

What with just fingers? He let out an incredulous hollow laugh. This kind of relationship didn’t seem to be something he was very skilled at… But seeing him come in perfectly sober and then drink himself into a stupor, it didn’t seem like an easy decision. At the very least, it didn’t look like he’d slept with someone he’d just met many times before.

What did that matter? As long as it wasn’t his first time. He’d said no when he was still in his right mind, and that he didn’t need to worry about the aftermath. But for some reason, it was unpleasant. Seeing him in that state made him feel spiteful.

But Taebeom tried not to think deeply. It was just excitement. He probed the inner wall that tightly constricted his fingers a few more times, then roughly pulled them out all at once. Taebeom gazed feverishly, as if bewitched, between the buttocks where red handprints remained.

“What should we do. We haven’t even started yet.”

Taebeom, envious of the fingers that had been probing the hole all along, brought the tip of his fully engorged, menacingly twitching cock to the entrance. He picked up the fallen lotion and turned it over. Unhesitatingly pouring it between the entrance where the glans touched, he gripped the base and pushed it inside.

“Ugh!”

Yunjae’s body stiffened in an instant. His soft buttocks hardened like stone, creating a hollow. With only the glans barely pushed in, Taebeom, who had stopped insertion due to the crushing pressure, also grimaced and sucked in his breath. It was pain he’d never experienced. Yet oddly, his urge to penetrate didn’t subside. Taebeom let out a snicker. It was a sneer directed at himself. What do you mean, my cock going soft.

Taebeom rubbed his curled-up lip corner with his tongue. At the same time, he pressed down on Yunjae’s struggling back with his upper body to keep him from moving. Simultaneously, he ground his lower body and shoved it all the way in at once.

“Ah! Hr, ngh! Ngh… ahhh…”

“Haa, hyung…, breathe, breathe. Huh? Ah… this is too much, hyung. Can you hear me?”

With the foreign sensation of his internal organs being pushed up to his throat, Yunjae couldn’t breathe properly and gasped. Even wanting to escape, the weight pressing down on his body was heavy as a bear, and below, as if a metal rod had been driven in, the pain made his legs keep giving out.

When warm breath touched his ear, Yunjae was startled and, without even time to turn his head, his nape was bitten. The dizzying stimulation naturally furrowed his brow. To escape the pain that seemed to pierce his flesh, Yunjae let go of the sheet he’d been clutching. With that hand, he struck and pinched the thigh of the bear that had pounced on him. But the bastard, as if finding his futile resistance amusing, instead bit his earlobe. With a hand thrust under his armpit to hold him in place, he stealthily began to thrust his waist.

“Ah, ngh… ngh! N-no, ah…!”

“Huu, this… was it always this, ngh, tight?”