ACM | Chapter 4.3

My strange cries, mixed messily with sobbing and moans, echoed through the room. And then suddenly, as if electricity had run through me, my body trembled violently, and soon my dick forcefully shot out cloudy semen. Less than a minute after hyung touched it.

“Ugh! Hngaaah!”

“Khh!”

“Ah, fuck.”

Maybe because I came forward and my inner walls tightened so much, Gyuseok hyung’s dick, which was buried in my ass, suddenly stopped moving. At the same time, with a brief frown, he started spilling a hot stream into me all at once. It was as much as if he were peeing.

The semen sprayed from my cock dirtied my and Gyuseok hyung’s stomachs, then flowed down onto the sheets. Similarly, when Gyuseok hyung pulled out his finished cock, his semen crawled out slowly between my overexpanded hole and soaked the sheets thickly.

“Damn it. I forgot to put down a towel again.”

Jinhoo hyung, still holding my upper body and hair in a restraint, grumbled irritably.

“You guys turn the bedcovers into a total water festival every time.”

“Then why do you keep saying to do it here again? What about the hotel we went to before.”

“……”

Their conversation, implying that this wasn’t their first time doing something like this, pierced into my dazed brain right after I had just climaxed. Since the sex was over once, I thought I should be able to get away from these beastly hyungs by now.

I leaned my exhausted body against Jinhoo hyung’s chest and just panted, then slowly put strength into both hands and tried to sit up. That was when it happened.

Whip-.

Suddenly my aching arm was grabbed, and my body flipped over from Jinhoo hyung’s grip. Just as my view turned upside down once, my body ended up lying face down on the bed. The fabric of Jinhoo hyung’s pants, which he still hadn’t taken off, rubbed against the back of my thigh and clung tightly.

Zip-.

The sound of him pulling down his pants zipper hit my ears.

Was Jinhoo hyung going to fuck me in this state too? I remembered his strong sex drive, where when he usually covered my eyes, he would easily insert himself four or five times and cum.

It wasn’t that the number of times had been increasing unusually every time I couldn’t see ahead. Because he had been inserting himself alternately with Gyuseok hyung, the usual number of rounds had doubled.

“P, please let me go! You said you’d let me go when sex was over!”

“When did I say that? Park Gyuseok said that. You and I haven’t even properly started yet.”

“…L-let go! Mmmph!”

When I twisted my body and resisted however I could, Jinhoo hyung grabbed the back of my neck and slammed me into the bed. He started torturing me by pressing down so hard that my nose and mouth were buried in the sheets and I could barely breathe. Tears caused by pain burst out, and saliva started dripping again from the corners of my mouth.

While I gasped in pain, Jinhoo hyung’s dick, which had settled at my back entrance, slowly tried to enter, starting with the head. Since he had already entered me once and opened the path, and because my inner walls were coated with Gyuseok hyung’s semen, the hole that had already been opened easily swallowed Jinhoo hyung’s dick. It went in with a whoosh, and in an instant, even the end of the shaft was buried inside.

“Hngh!”

“For me, too, do you think it was nice to shove into a used hole someone else had just been using until right before, huh? So you should do well.”

Thud, thud!

The thrusting continued with force applied just like that. Soon, when the hand pressing down on the back of my neck was withdrawn, my body, without any center of gravity, was pushed and shaken by hyung’s movements and gradually slid forward.

Right before I collided with the bed headboard, something with a slight cushioning feel blocked the impact. When I lifted my head, it was Gyuseok hyung’s palm wedged between the bed head and my forehead. He had just finished his business and was still naked, just like me. As soon as he climbed onto the bed, the mattress tilted slightly toward the knee bearing his weight.

“Ah, ah….”

“Suck it clean.”

He settled on one knee in front of me and brought his still-hot dick to my face, ordering me to give him a blowjob. When I didn’t obediently open my mouth, he grabbed my chin with one hand and pressed the tip of his dick to my lips. The fishy, night-flower smell left behind after he had just shot out semen stabbed my nose.

His grip on my chin was so strong that my mouth was forcibly opened, and in that gap he shoved his dick in. His cock, beginning to expand in my mouth, soon rubbed all the way to my throat and started an unsparing thrusting.

Just as the situation in front of me felt like I might gag, the situation behind me was also miserable. The hole was already red and swollen from receiving Jinhoo hyung’s wildly moving cock.

The bed with all three of us on it shook so violently, with spring noises loud enough that you’d believe it was about to die soon.

* * *

After being tormented for hours without hearing any explanation from the hyungs, sex finally ended. I don’t even want to call it sex. This was unquestionably deceptive behavior and violence.

After being fucked back and forth several times by the hyungs, with all my dignity as a human being utterly shattered, all I could do was lie there in denial of reality, hoping this was all just a dream.

While I lay there with my eyes closed, completely drained, someone lifted me up. They carried me straight into the bathroom, sat me in the bathtub, and started running the water.

At first, the cold water that was turned on drenched my shoulders and the top of my head as it pattered down. Even though I, the one getting splashed with cold water, was staying still, he, who tested the water temperature with his hand, seemed to be startled and moved the shower farther away from me, checking the temperature by himself for a few seconds.

I didn’t know which one of them it was, but it was quite a hypocritical act of pretending to be considerate. Both of them had been completely unwilling to ease up just a little only until recently, and only focused on satisfying their own desires.

Soon, the other one also came into the bathroom. And the two of them started cooperating to wash me. Had they worked together to wash me like this before too…. I was on the skinny side and smaller in build than these hyungs, but even though I was still a proper adult man’s body, the two of them lifted and moved me around with no difficulty at all and washed me thoroughly. It felt like they had already done it a few times in advance, so the division of labor was good and their breathing matched perfectly.

At that moment, a chill ran down my spine and the hairs on my body stood on end. I remembered the most recent day Jinhoo hyung had washed me. The day I got drunk from eating sashimi with Sungmin hyung and arrived home completely hammered. The day when Jinhoo hyung, in a bad mood, again covered my eyes and forced sex on me.

The memory of when he put a blindfold on me, tied my hands, and opened the front door halfway through, saying he was going to buy lubricant. Was it all done to bring Gyuseok hyung into my studio apartment…. Was the skill of washing me up nicely after I fell asleep during the act that day actually done by these two?

I still kept my eyes closed and left my body to the hyungs’ hands. Because of the foolish hope that if I didn’t open my eyes, I could claim it had all been a dream. And also because I stubbornly didn’t want to see the disgusting faces of the hyungs.

Hot tears had been pouring nonstop from my tightly shut eyes for a while now. It was miserable and scary. Someone’s hand would occasionally come up to my face while washing me and wipe away the tear tracks, but even so, tears would just well up and keep flowing again, so it was a useless thing to do.

They quickly dressed my limp, doll-like body and carried me effortlessly out of Jinhoo hyung’s house. By this point, I also opened my eyes. It would be better if they just threw me down in front of hyung’s villa and disappeared on their own. But it didn’t seem like they intended to do that.

Tap, tap, tap-.

Before I knew it, I was on Jinhoo hyung’s back. Behind the hyung carrying me, Gyuseok hyung’s broad back, walking ahead, came into view. Although three people were moving together, only two sets of footsteps echoed through the dark alley in the early morning.

Looking at how Gyuseok hyung was walking steadily ahead without any sign of confusion, he clearly seemed to know the location of the villa where I lived. Well, come to think of it, the fact that both of them had washed me together had happened at my house.

When we reached the villa, Gyuseok hyung without any hesitation pressed the door lock code and opened the front door. 0905. Jinhoo hyung’s birthday, the day until half a day ago I had believed was the one I loved most. Sure enough, Gyuseok hyung knew not only the location of my studio room, but also the password.

After we all entered the room, Jinhoo hyung carefully laid me down on the mattress. I had no strength to move, so I lay in the same shape he had left me in, moving only my eyes as I stared at the hyungs. They casually lit cigarettes in someone else’s house, smoked one all the way down, and then carelessly tossed it into the room’s trash can.

“If you two have something to say, go ahead. I’m leaving.”

Gyuseok hyung left without even looking back. Instead of following him out, Jinhoo hyung stood looking down at me as I lay there and moved his lips with a complicated expression. Come to think of it, it would definitely feel unpleasant to just walk out like this without any explanation.

“Even in my room… Gyuseok hyung came too, right? Without me knowing.”

“That’s right.”

“How… how could you do that?”

“At least sleep first and let’s talk tomorrow.”

As if trying to close my eyes, Jinhoo hyung reached out with his big hand and covered them. His hand smelled like the cigarette he had just smoked, and anger surged up in me. Now every attempt by hyung to shut my eyes feels creepy.

“Not tomorrow, just talk now.”

“Fine, go ahead.”

“When did this… start?”

“…Remember the first time I covered your eyes?”

Jinhoo hyung’s calm side profile felt strangely alien. I had roughly guessed it, but hearing it directly from his mouth gave me chills and I couldn’t believe it. When I tried to recall the time he first put something over my eyes and started blocking my vision, it was fairly early, not long after we started dating. For a long time, the hyungs had been doing this behind my back.

“From almost the beginning, both Park Gyuseok and Oh Sungmin knew I was dating you too. I told them everything without hiding it. Of course, only those two knew, nobody else did.”

“……”