Swallow Hunting - vanish into fiction

To Cha Hae-jun’s ears, that one phrase sounded like a warning that his life depended on this act. His mind snapped to attention. He grabbed the man’s thighs and tried to swallow desperately. But even just containing the head left no free space in his mouth. Seeing the considerable amount of flesh still left, Hae-jun choked back a sob.

“Seeing a man cry is fucking disgusting, so don’t you dare.”

The tears instantly receded. Hae-jun squeezed his eyes shut. He tried to force the shaft forward, but swallowing was incredibly difficult. As the cock pushed in further, it swelled thickly and stood fully erect. A curse was unavoidable. The bastard was trying to rip his mouth apart.

“At this rate, how am I supposed to finish today? If you want to live, Cha Hae-jun, you’d better get me off cheaply.”

The man grabbed the back of Hae-jun’s head and slowly pushed in. Hae-jun frantically grabbed the man’s pants. His face, his neck, and his ears were flushed red.

The serpentine thing passed the root of his tongue and invaded his throat. Even though his uvula was being poked, making him gag, the man pushed all the way in. Under the threat of having it pulled out if he clenched his teeth, he couldn’t even put tension in his jaw. He could only open his mouth as wide as possible, tears dripping down, and swallow the man’s cock.

The man held Hae-jun’s head and shook it vigorously. He pulled it out and yanked it back in. Even as Hae-jun gagged, tears streaming, and scraped his nails down the man’s solid thigh, the man did not remove his cock. It was like a tempering process. As if trying to widen the narrow throat with that size and settle right into it.

“Ple… ase… stop…”

He wasn’t trying to say it gently; he was trying to beg for his life. As his eyes started to roll back, the man mercifully pulled his cock out, giving him about three seconds to breathe before ramming it back in.

It was only natural he couldn’t breathe from it being buried so deep, and his mind grew hazy. Saliva dribbled down his jawline, his hair was a mess, and tears and snot flowed evenly down his bright red face. Pathetic sounds like ek, euk, ok seeped out each time his head was pulled forward.

“I’m a bit bored.”

The man wasn’t even out of breath. He simply used Hae-jun like a masturbatory tool with composure. Only when his suffocating, constricting throat tightly squeezed the man’s cock did the man finally let out a low, satisfied sigh.

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

The relentless thrusting scraped the rough pubic hair against his philtrum, chin, and lips. That area too became inflamed and red.

When he was about to die, the man would open an airway for him. When he was about to collapse, the man would grab his hair and yank him upright. The man played with Hae-jun. He shook him excitedly, not like a person, but like a doll with only a mouth hole.

The light in Hae-jun’s eyes died into blackness. Like being plunged underwater repeatedly, bobbing up and finally sinking to the bottom, he lost consciousness. Yet, when the tip of the man’s cock scraped the roof of his mouth, his shoulders hunched and his back twisted.

He weakly moved his limp legs, bringing his thighs together. His own cock was erect. He didn’t know why. His lower half sometimes acted like a separate creature from his body, rising and dying on its own. Anyway, his cock pushed against his underwear and stood up, and each time he thought this must be hell, the precum dripped out in little spurts.

‘Why is this guy doing this?’ He tightly clenched his inner thighs and squirmed. It was an attempt to make it subside, but instead, his cock stood stiffly at attention to the very end, weeping persistently. Especially when the man grabbed Hae-jun’s head and pulled, when that long cock opened his throat and went deep inside, it sent electric currents up and down his spine as if he were ejaculating.

As if the end was approaching, the plunging thrusts grew rougher. Hae-jun’s hand, which had been scratching at the man’s thigh, dropped to the floor with a thud. The twitching showed some life still remained, but his eyes were like those of a dead fish.

Finally, a short, sharp moan burst from the man’s mouth. After stabbing deep into his throat, he pulled out violently. As he swept along the grotesque, veiny club from root to tip, thick semen shot out and landed on Hae-jun’s face. It stretched like layered spiderwebs across his hair, forehead, eyelashes, and cheeks.

The man did not stop there. Holding Hae-jun’s hair so he wouldn’t fall, he rubbed the semen and saliva-slicked glans against his lips. Using his parted lips and protruding tongue like a rag, as if mopping a floor, he rubbed vigorously, generously pouring the last remaining drop inside the shaft into Hae-jun’s mouth.

Hae-jun’s chest heaved up and down. To describe the feeling in one word: it was fucking horrible. His throat was sore, of course, and the cum pooled on his tongue made him want to vomit. He had to keep one eye shut the whole time, afraid semen would get in it.

But strangely, his body twitched. Exactly as if he had climaxed. His underwear also felt damply wet. He wanted to believe it was the liquor spilled on his head earlier that had soaked through to his undershirt.

“Swallow it.”

He wanted to spit the semen out immediately, but the man used his index finger to close Hae-jun’s jaw. Gulp. The saliva and semen passed through his burning throat. It had a lukewarm, bitter vegetable-like taste. Even swallowing powdered medicine without water would taste better than this. His face contorted involuntarily.