Hyunjin
„Kneel!" I command at him, waiting for him to obey my order. He slowly approaches me and drops to his knees. „Do you know what's coming next?" I ask, waiting for him to look up and meet my gaze. He has no right to act on his own accord. I'm in charge here.
„Yes, sir," he blurts out as I look into his soul through his eyes.
„You're going to be punished." With a single movement, I unbuckle my belt and the buckle clicks. He flinches. He starts to shake.
„I'm sorry, sir." His voice breaks.
„You're going to be sorry, later." The words come out in a guttural growl. My gaze slides from his face to his bare chest. He's breathing rapidly, but not because he's afraid. It's because he's eager for what he wants most right now. My cock inside him.
I stare at his erection. Droplets form at the tip, running down his shaft to his balls and dripping onto the carpet. I pull down my trousers and take my own erection in my hand.
„Take it. If you make me to cum, at least once, I'll give you what your arse craves." He takes my penis in both hands and brings it close to his lips. The warmth of his tongue feels good, and I let him know this with a growl. He circles the tip of my penis with his tongue before taking it into his mouth.
I grab him by the hair and pull him back. „Use your whole mouth, not just your tongue." I thrust my hips forward, forcing it into his mouth until he starts to choke, tears streaming down his cheeks. His eyes roll back, but he doesn't let his lack of oxygen get the better of him. He moves his head back and forth, sucking my cock like a whore.
As I slowly approach climax, I grip his head tighter and thrust deep into his throat until I can't go any further, forcing him to swallow. I pull out and he gasps for breath. His mouth is full of my semen, but to please me, he licks up what is dripping down his chin. He tries desperately to satisfy me and get what he so vehemently wants.
„Get up!" He stands up and rubs his jaw. I grab his hand and throw him onto the bed. He lands on his stomach. I climb on top of him and lift his hips. I slide two fingers into his bottom. He moans into the blanket and a wet patch appears on the sheet beneath him. „Look at yourself. My fingers are enough to please you." I move my hand in and out as he clutches the sheet convulsively, moaning with pleasure. He comes a second time.
I take a condom out of my pocket and put it on. I turn him onto his back, spreading his legs. I thrust into him hard and deep. He cries out.
„Too deep," he whispers, but I ignore him. Consumed by my own desire to climax, I thrust hard. I thrust faster and faster until I finally reach that point and I am consumed by my own satisfaction. I try to ignore the fact that he looks so much like Taesung. Perhaps that's why I chose him. This boy will be my downfall one day. I push those thoughts to the back of my mind and focus on the present.
I pull out and get off the bed. I throw the condom in the bin and take my wallet from the dresser. I take out some money and throw a hundred thousand won at him. The notes scatter across his body like dry leaves falling from a tree. „Get out!" I tell him and go to the bathroom.
When I return to the room, he is gone. I make the bed and lie down with my laptop on my lap.
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I got up early. Once again, I was woken up by that fucking nightmare, which returned out of nowhere like a bad joke. It creeps into my dreams with its icy breath and refuses to leave. I don't know how to stop it affecting me, if that's even possible.
Once dressed, I go downstairs. The house is so quiet that I can hear my own heart beating. The others must still be asleep. At least I'll treat myself to a few minutes of peace and my morning coffee before this day starts to rot like all the others.
In the kitchen, I find that the coffee is ready, so one of the others must be awake. I pour a generous amount of fresh coffee into my mug. It flows in a narrow stream and hisses as it hits the bottom of the porcelain mug. I lean against the cold counter. I quickly drink the first cup to cure my fatigue, then slowly savour the second while preparing breakfast for my two darlings. I'm in a good mood today, so I treat them to generous pieces of raw meat.
I open the garden door and breathe in the fresh, crisp air. I head for the cage, the wet grass sticking to the soles of my shoes and the morning dew clinging to my toes of my shoes.
Three steps from the door, I stop in my tracks. There is an empty coffee cup on the ledge and the cage door is closed, but the key is in the lock. I squint my eyes. Kang's brothers stays away from dogs — they didn't get along. Taeju hasn't liked dogs since he was bitten by one when he was young. That leaves only one possible person. Surely he's not that stupid?
I put the bowls on the ledge next to the mug, open the door abruptly and reach for the light switch. I hope Taesung is still in one piece.
But my hand stops in mid-air, the hallway is already lit. I look down at the floor and see his body. There he is, sitting cross-legged with Gwon and Hyeok lying on either side of him and he is scratching their ears. It would be cute if it weren't so absurd. My jaw drops to the floor. I don't know what I'm more angry about. The fact that he came in here without permission? Or that they could have killed him? Or that he's treating them like pets, like that aren't trained to kill on command?
„Good morning," he says, smiling calmly. All I can do is start swearing at him. I burst in and grab him by the arm. „What are you doing?" he squeals in surprise.
„Are you fucking crazy?!" I yell at him. „Don't you understand what they could have done to you? They're not pets!" I push him a little harder than I intended. His patent leather shoe slips on the wet grass, sending him sprawling like melted ice cream falling from a child's cone.
„They don't seem like killers to me," he mutters from the ground. I growl in response. „Okay, okay. I'm sorry." I tilt my head back and exhale the air I've been holding in. What have I done to deserve this in the morning?
My gaze wanders back to the cage where Gwon and Hyeok are lying on the floor looking at Taesung, who is lying on the ground opposite them. How did Taesung manage to find his way to them without them harming him? It's a real mystery to me. Until now, they only listened to me.
I glance at Taesung, who is hesitantly getting up, and offer him a hand. I've calmed down a bit. I help him to his feet.
„Stay here," I tell him. I take the bowls from the ledge and head inside to feed my dogs, who have started whining impatiently.
„Sit," I command, and they both sit down at once, drool dripping from their mouths. I put the bowls on the floor, one in front of each of them. „Gwon," I say to the first one. „You may." Gwon approaches the bowl and begins to eat. Hyeok sits obediently and waits for his turn. „You may." I give Hyeok permission too, and I watch them both stuff themselves with meat. I must take them for a walk, I think to myself.
Once they have finished eating, I take their bowls away and refill their water bowl. I turn to the door, where Taesung is leaning against the frame. He looks dreamy, with quiet, curious eyes.
„What is it?" I ask irritably, but he just smiles. He glances at me, then focuses on the dogs.
„They're beautiful. How can you tell them apart?" I clear my throat and push him out of the doorway so that I can lock the door again.
„Hyeok has a lighter spot under his right eye," I reply, answering his question about how I can tell them apart.
„Could I... could I feed them with you tomorrow?" He asks me a question I definitely didn't expect and it catches me off guard for a brief second. I raise one eyebrow. Isn't he afraid of them?
He waits for my answer. I can see his impatience in his eyes. But there is something else reflected in them as well. His gaze is so piercing, yet his eyes are so innocent. Sometimes I feel like he can see something inside me that shouldn't be there. My soul? Why do I feel so uncomfortable in his presence?
„Something for something, Taei." He frowns, taken aback by my answer. „You're getting a tattoo today."
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BLOOD DEBT (피의 빚)