L*st and Death

“Bae—Baekgyeong?”

Siron’s mind was screaming an emergency alert over the state of his body, but his body itself was helplessly drawn toward the pheromones. Nothing had even entered between his legs, yet he was twitching and rubbing against himself, heightening his own sensitivity.

Out of the pitch-black window appeared a face smooth as a white egg. The glittering eyes roamed the inside of the car with a predatory gleam, and the sight was so uncanny that Siron let out a startled scream and recoiled.

“Ugh!”

“Open the door.”

Through the crack barely wider than two finger joints, the man’s pheromones poured in.

“Aah, I— I don’t think I can!”

Before Siron could even finish, Baekgyeong shoved his fingers through the gap in the window and grabbed the glass. A short, sharp noise followed, then the sound of film stretching and tearing, and finally a blunt crack! The window shattered, fragments of glass scattering across the back seat.

Reaching in through the wide opening, Baekgyeong flicked the lock and swung his arm inside, snatching Siron’s wrist and yanking him toward himself.

“You fucked that bastard, didn’t you.”

His voice was rough, ground down like scraped metal, chilling enough to send shivers down Siron’s spine—yet laced with an obscene anticipation.

Obscene anticipation? What the hell?

Baekgyeong’s eyes were a blend of madness, obsession, and thirst. He was completely gone.

“I— I didn’t sleep with him.”

Gasping for breath, Siron tore free from Baekgyeong’s grip. He lunged for the door on the other side, trying to escape, but Baekgyeong caught him again, dragging him helplessly into his overpowering strength.

Pulling Siron into a building, Baekgyeong stopped at the first door he saw. With brute force, he yanked at the locked metal door until the frame bent outward, opening a gap between the door and the jamb. He reached in and tore it open as if ripping it off its hinges. The sheer strength was unbelievable even to witness.

I’m dead.

Baekgyeong flung the door open and flipped the switch by the entrance. The fluorescent light flickered unsteadily, as if at the end of its life. Inside looked like a shut-down recycling center—furniture, books, food and drink, and all manner of household goods stacked haphazardly under a blanket of dust.

“Baekgyeong, just let me go for a sec so we can talk—ugh!”

Siron was tossed onto a long, backless couch like a piece of luggage. A puff of white dust erupted into the air, sending him into a fit of coughing. Before he could even try to get up, his pants were yanked down in one go, and his legs were forced apart.

“Are you insane? Let—let go!”

Pressing down on Siron’s knees with his palms, Baekgyeong lifted his hips high and stared down at the exposed space between his legs with bloodshot eyes. His thighs were slick with a mixture of his own fluids and semen, and the harshly used, loosened hole was twitching, revealing and hiding its flushed inner flesh. In the damp cleft, cloudy lubrication clung in sticky threads.

“All gaped open like this, and you’re saying you didn’t fuck?”

Baekgyeong snorted violently and spat directly into the hole. The oval opening swallowed the saliva instantly, the sensation of it sliding down the inner wall uncomfortably vivid. Reflexively clenching, Siron forced out the trapped spit along with leftover semen that spilled messily out.

“...He came a lot in you.”

Baekgyeong pressed his face into his palm with a sigh of despair. His pheromones were sapping Siron’s strength more and more. Afraid he couldn’t handle Baekgyeong’s rage, Siron tried speaking calmly, as if that might restore his reason.

“This position is fucking humiliating. Just—put me down.”

“Siron, you’re so loose you can’t even close up.”

Baekgyeong shoved a middle finger deep into the hole, pulled it out, and laughed in disbelief.

“Did you fuck or not?”

“If I say yes, you’ll just go even more insane!”

“All this white gunk—this Isaac bastard’s cum?”

Feeling insulted, Siron reached out to yank at his hair. Baekgyeong let him pull without resistance, still staring grimly at the stretched hole. But when the interference continued, he bound Siron’s wrists together with his belt.

Baekgyeong might have been stupid, but when it came to tormenting Siron, he was a creative, vicious bastard. Pressing a hand to his forehead as if feverish, he stared blankly into the air, then stepped away for a moment.

He returned with a bottle of water, uncapped it, and drank greedily. Draining one bottle wasn’t enough; he opened a second, biting and tearing off the plastic ring at the neck with his teeth.

The mouth of the second bottle didn’t go to his lips. Grabbing Siron’s struggling lower body, Baekgyeong forced the bottle neck into his twitching hole and shoved it in deep.

“Yoon Siron, take it.”

Baekgyeong squeezed the bottle hard. Lukewarm water flooded in all at once, stretching the mucous membrane inside like a thin sheet.

“Hhhhaaaah!”

Siron shook his head in disbelief at the sensation of his most sensitive spot filling with water. It poured endlessly inside, surging upward, a chillingly vivid feeling of his intestines expanding. But Baekgyeong didn’t stop. Shoving over half the crumpled bottle inside, he grabbed Siron by the collar and hauled him up.

“Gyeong-ah, no—ah, hhh, I don’t want this!”

The cold ache in his lower belly was awful. White froth like a sparkling drink bubbled in his head, and without warning, a memory from long ago burst forth—

An oversized enema syringe, a drop-shaped metal stopper, a dildo-shaped silicone plug. Balloons, anal beads, countless sex toys that had invaded him. The perverse memories of enduring 200ml, even 500ml enemas while his prostate and colon were stimulated flared, and his vision went white.

“Hhh, ahhh— I can’t—!”

“Forgot? You used to like it.”

“No!”

Clenching his stomach from screaming caused the water to reverse past his rectum into his colon, sparking an urgent need to expel. His entire gut contracted on its own, crushing the bottle inside him. Cold sweat poured down in an instant, and the urge to just let go and collapse shook his reason.

“Toi— toilet!”

“Hold it. We’re cleaning all the way to your colon.”

“Please, please, hhh— toilet.”

Baekgyeong smirked, watching Siron’s sweat-and-tear-drenched face glisten. Then, like a machine suddenly switched off, he froze, staring blankly at Siron with a dazed gaze. Siron’s heart pounded in panic.

At last, focus returned to Baekgyeong’s eyes, replaced by a violent gleam. Stripping quickly, he grabbed the bottle’s end and, without warning, yanked it all the way out.

“Ahhh— hhhnn!”

Cloudy, viscous fluid poured out in spurts. Before Siron could clench shut, something pushed inside, breaching him. He couldn’t even cry out in shock. The blunt head forced apart his inner walls, pressing past his prostate, bladder, and inner folds, crawling deeper like a snake swallowing him from the inside.

Still buried inside, Baekgyeong wrapped an arm under Siron’s knees and another around his back, lifting him clean off the ground. Siron hooked his bound hands around Baekgyeong’s neck in desperation. Gravity drove the thickest part of the shaft to stretch his rim painfully wide. The liquid that had been seeping out was now trapped, trembling at the edge.

“Y-you’re— crazy!”

“Yeah. You’re driving me there.”

Cupping Siron’s face, Baekgyeong forced his lips apart and sealed their mouths together. His hot, slick tongue filled Siron’s mouth, scraping harshly along his tongue and palate, scooping up the pooled saliva beneath his tongue.

It wasn’t physically possible, but Siron swore the huge, wet mass occupied his entire mouth, kneading it at will and stealing the oxygen from his lungs. When the tip, rough with papillae, brushed his tongue, his body twitched instinctively.

In panic at the lewd pressure, Siron bit his tongue, and the suction finally broke.

“You bastard! You don’t—hhn— even care about my condition, do you?”

Baekgyeong laughed like a drunk.

“I care. I’m washing every bit of another man’s cum out of you.”

Brushing dust from Siron’s hair, Baekgyeong held him firmly and carried him out, climbing the stairs.

With every step, Siron’s reason was crushed. The water inside sloshed upward into his colon, tormenting him with a terrible fullness—yet every brush against his sex sent pleasure shooting up his spine to his skull.

At last, on the fourth floor, Baekgyeong carried him into a shower booth, propped his back against the wall, and pulled out until only the head remained inside.

“Don’t— hhh— don’t!”

“Really? Should I shove it back in deeper?”

He eased forward until the thickest part caught at Siron’s rim. Siron’s whole lower body went rigid, his sphincter fluttering as if to crush the intrusion.

“Hhhhnn— I— can’t— you—bastard—ahhh!”

“Either cum or don’t, what the fuck do you want, Siron?”

“That’s—hhn— your— pheromones—ahhh!”

“Getting turned on by my pheromones, huh? Fuck, that’s a first. I’m honored.”

“Fuck—don’t move your—hhn— hips—ahhh!”

Baekgyeong turned on the tap. Water poured from the ceiling shower like a torrential downpour. He spread Siron wide and slowly pulled out completely.

The tight muscles released in an instant. Without time to brace, the liquid inside rushed out from deep within. A lightning bolt of relief struck, sweeping Siron away. Sticky, whitish strands spilled from his hole, thinning in the shower spray and swirling down the drain.

Siron was seized by a primitive sense of release. Tears fell, his body strained, and even the shame of having done something like defecating left him completely drained. Yet his body still wanted more—something sharper, more fundamental to burn away the heat still knotted inside him.

After all that, you still want it?

He couldn’t believe it. It felt like being an alcoholic unable to quit—only now he was addicted to sex.

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