Broad shoulders and a firmly built chest, the lines of muscle deepening with every breath, were far too solid for a young man in his twenties. Orum froze in front of that overwhelming frame, even forgetting the shame that he had just ejaculated. The drops of sweat running over Ita’s skin shone faintly.

Ita shoved two fingers deep into his own mouth. It looked as if he were wetting his fingers with saliva. Goosebumps ran along Orum’s spine. Eom Ita, who had been hidden behind the flimsy shell of being a student, was nowhere to be seen. The energy of a brutally wild male, one who was trying to completely crush him, bound Orum so tightly that he could not move.

Suddenly, he started rummaging through the bedside table. The stand lamp shook and Orum’s glasses fell to the floor, but he did not stop. Then he found a gel tube shoved in a corner and let out a small laugh. It was a trace of the past that Orum had hidden away deep inside, unable to throw it out. Ita shook it as if to show him and muttered lowly.

“I didn’t think you were like this, but this is completely slutty.”

Then he pushed the dazed Orum back down onto the bed. The bed jolted violently.

“What are you doing, we’re not done yet.”

Ita squeezed out the gel, got plenty on his fingers, and then rummaged around inside Orum’s hole. At the alien sensation of mercilessly digging into an unprepared interior, Orum’s body tightened sharply. The long, thick fingers reached all the sensitive places. At the careless touch, Orum let out a final scream.

“Hngh, ah!… Ah, please, st-stop, it hurts...!”

His fingers ruthlessly stirred the inside. Orum squeezed his eyes shut because the situation was so humiliating. Against a background of Orum’s anguished moans, Ita widened him with hand movements as though maintaining broken equipment. The fingers increased from one to two, then three. As the inner wall was forcibly expanded, the pain lessened, but the humiliation of being spread open by force remained.

Ita stretched out his remaining hand and turned Orum’s chin toward him. Because of the strong force, Orum inhaled in shallow gasps again. Looking through Orum as if piercing him, Ita gave a low warning.

“Teacher. Look at me.”

Orum had been born with a constitution vulnerable to violence. There had never been anything this brutal on the path he had walked his whole life. His pride was as thin as flakes, and physical pain led straight to the miserable collapse of his mind. The more Ita pressed him, the earlier Orum’s remaining resistance scattered, and his slender limbs went limp. Orum had no choice but to cling to Ita. It was the final surrender dictated by Orum’s instincts. But Ita had no intention of showing mercy to this pitiful offering.

“P-please... s-stop... ah!”

Ita snatched at Orum’s shirt and stripped away the clothes in one movement. It was a touch without any care. Red handprints quickly blossomed like bruises on Orum’s fragile skin. Then the merciless insertion began.

“Ah, ...it hurts! Hngh!...”

When the thick head was pushed in about halfway, Orum could not even shout out and only pleaded with pain. His body, pressed tight in a posture like animals mating, trembled like a paper doll under Ita’s insertion. Orum writhed in pain as if raw flesh were being torn and his organs pushed out. At this point, it would honestly be good enough if he only did not faint. The inner wall, spread wide open, could not bear the volume and swelled little by little.

“Hik, hic...! Uuh... ah, no...!”

Broken words burst out between Orum’s lips like shards. A gag that could not become a scream scraped his airway and came out in rough heaves. Pain was shooting up his spinal cord and striking his brain head-on. Ita pushed his hips forward as if enjoying Orum’s pain, grinding the soft mucosa. The erect thing slowly entered the hole with a popping sound like bursting stitches.

“Ghk, huhk, ...!”

In the end, Ita pushed all of himself in to the very end. With the alien pressure of having his stomach filled completely, Orum rolled his eyes back. Instinctively, he lowered a hand. He tried to soothe the front at least a little to ease the pain, but Ita mercilessly slapped that hand away. The only thing permitted to Orum was to take in the violent pleasure and pain Ita gave him with his whole body.

Ita began moving his hips in earnest. Each time he snapped his waist, Ita’s thick pelvis slammed into Orum’s buttocks with a wet slap.

“Haa! Uuhhn...!”

Ita hooked Orum’s calves over his waist and then pressed his dick deeply all the way to the end of his colon. The tightly packed inner wall tried to push Ita away, but the more it did, the faster and harder Ita worked inside Orum. The tender mucosa grew hot from friction heat, as if it were burning.

Thud, thud, thud, thud.

The dull, bursting sound of flesh striking flesh continued in a steady rhythm. Orum was half-folded up, receiving Ita and shaking mindlessly. Ita threw all his weight into snapping his hips. His vision blurred with tears, and only Ita’s rough breathing echoed in his ears.

“Mmmng, ngh, ah!……”

Ita forcibly spread Orum’s trembling thighs. The sight of the limp crotch lying beneath his shadow was more obscene and vulgar than expected. Crushed under the weight pressing even on his windpipe, Orum had to let out only the narrow breaths Ita allowed. The bedsheet grew more and more wrinkled.

“Fuck, this is really fuck tasty.”

“Hhk, uuhng, huu...”

“Seeing how tightly you’re squeezing, maybe getting fucked is in your nature.”

“I, ...ah, ah! S-save me,”

The more Orum thrashed, the more ruthless Ita became. Even while the kiss swallowed Orum’s screams, the thrusting did not stop. Orum’s leg, pushed by tremendous force, began to go slack and hang down. Feeling that tiny tremble travel along the hips where they were touching, Ita pressed even faster, pounding the peak of pleasure down with a bang.

Orum soon began to convulse abnormally as well. Feeling that, Ita did not stop and behaved like a beast. Orum, whose legs were visible only because Ita’s back was blocking him, finally burst into tears at the same time as his second climax. The moment semen shot hotly over Orum’s stomach, Ita also ejaculated. Orum stared at the ceiling with a face like his soul had left him.

“Hhngh... uuhng......,”

Once the ejaculated fluid became a kind of lubricant, the pain that had felt ready to burst gradually transformed into pleasure. Orum even began moving his hips a little with his face tilted back. As if tasting the primitive fun of penetration, Ita concentrated only on piston-like thrusts like a madman. Thick liquid splashed everywhere. Even while stuck like a dog and with his eyes completely unfocused, Orum clung to one last hope and mumbled.

“St, stop, stop...”

“Ah, if I do this wrong, I’m really going to wreck you today.”

After muttering to himself, Ita drew his hips up at a mechanical speed while breathing heavily. The already raw and chafed interior scraped against Ita’s huge member and spat out heat. Orum now only breathed hard while scratching Ita’s nape with his nails. Ita gripped Orum’s pelvis so hard it looked like he might crush it.

The sticky sound of friction had now become the only dense noise swallowing the room. On Orum’s sheets, sweat and tears, along with the fluids and semen of both men, were mixed together in a huge stain.

“Hngh, ngh, I, I can’t, haa...!”

“Shut up, fuck, I’m dying too right now.”

Orum shook his head wildly. Ita covered Orum’s mouth with his palm. Right after that, with a low groan, he poured out semen again in thick spurts. At the sensation of his stomach filling with Ita’s semen, Orum bent over and trembled. Ita bit down hard enough to leave a scar beneath Orum’s ear, marking him.

“Ah! ...Ahh...”

Even after ejaculating, Ita did not pull out right away. He straightened his upper body and briefly admired Orum’s ruined state. Then he pressed down on Orum’s lower abdomen, quietly watching the process of semen densely leaking out from between the spread-open opening and flowing along his own dick.

At the heavy sense of the junction still connected, Orum let out a groan. The feeling of his stomach stretched to the limit would not go away. Orum tried to wrap his hands around his belly, but pressed down by Ita’s weight, he could only twitch his fingertips.

Ita buried his face in Orum’s shoulder, bit at the bare shoulder end, then moved his hips again playfully. He rotated his lower body slowly in an embrace so tight that not even a strand of hair could slip through. Trapped in Ita’s arms, Orum did not move and shuddered under the vicious stimulation he was given. Ita’s sweat dripped onto Orum’s collarbone and cooled.

“Haaah, uh, ah,……”

Orum bit hard into his lower lip to stop the moan about to burst out. The lingering afterglow he had faintly felt began heating his whole body again in response to Ita’s movement. Before he knew it, Orum’s body was sending vulgar signals in sync with the pleasure. Noticing Orum’s small change, Ita brought his lips right to Orum’s ear and asked in a low voice.

“Should we do it one more time.”

Without even pulling out yet, what had filled Orum’s inside gradually swelled hard again. Ita’s enlarged dick scratched at Orum’s peripheral nerves once more. Orum’s lower abdomen twitched with anticipation and fear of violent sex. Orum closed his eyes in a hopeless surrender. Ita’s arrogant smile flickered beyond his eyelids.

At that moment Ita lifted Orum up and sat him on his knees. The depth of the insertion became incomparably deeper than before. Orum, without realizing it, wrapped his arms around Ita’s neck. Ita grabbed Orum’s buttocks and drove upward from below again and again.

“Haaah...! Uuhng, ngh,”

“Why... does this fit... so well... with us.”

The merciless movement continued for a while. Orum could not even breathe properly from being tossed around by Ita. Ita snapped his hips like a beast. On the narrow bed, Orum’s body was pushed this way and that, and each time it hit the wall or got driven to the end of the mattress. Ita used the space of the bed like a prison trapping Orum. In the dead end with nowhere to escape, Orum had no choice but to take in everything about Ita.

“Ah, nngh, t-too deep, ah!”

“It’s deeper, so it feels better, right... I’ll make you feel good.”

Ita laid Orum back down again, hooked both of his legs over his shoulders, and drove even deeper. Orum kissed Ita with a face covered in tears. As saliva mixed and their breaths tangled, pleasure inevitably surged. Orum wanted to kill himself like that, and yet he had no choice but to do as Ita wanted.

A feeling of being aimlessly adrift. Orum imagined the garden in his heart. A peaceful place. But the noble flowers had been miserably crushed, and the fence of “normality” that Orum had tended his whole life had now collapsed without even a shape left.

The garden was no longer a refuge. It was ruins. All the flowers and trees had burned black and were left as ash. Only Ita’s low laughter rang out above the flower stems sunk into the mire. In the darkness, Orum could only gasp and be swept away by the stimulation Ita gave him.