The strange sense became apparent when I arrived at the door. I can’t exactly explain what was different, but as my hand hesitated to knock, it wasn’t due to indecision but for some other reason. I double-checked the number on the door and, with a familiar knot in my stomach, knocked on the door while suppressing the urge to turn away. However, there was no response.
Even when I pressed my ear against the door, it was the same. Stepping back, I took out my phone and confirmed that there were no messages from Han Team Leader who I expected to hear from. The only thing in my inbox was the link he sent last week, floating in purple.
After turning off the screen, white numbers appeared on the lock screen. 23:01. After briefly exploring the corridor, I almost dropped my phone. The previously silent phone screen was now flashing loudly. At the top, written in large letters, was his name.
The phone stubbornly repeated a long beep without sound. Maybe I thought it would disconnect by itself if I let it ring. I, who had been staring at it frozen, finally, slowly pushed the screen up, as if dragged unwillingly to an unwanted place.
“Have you arrived?” he asked without waiting for a greeting. It was a voice lower and colder than in reality. There was no reproach for why I answered so late. Noise from beyond the receiver mingled with the humming sound, and the distant sound of a car horn echoed.
“…Yes.”
– Where are you now?
“In front of the room corridor…”
I was about to ask where he was, but I held my tongue. Han Team Leader was silent for a moment. The sound of a short exhale reached my ears. He spoke without any unnecessary words.
– I’m sorry.
“…”
– I should have contacted you in advance, but circumstances didn’t allow it. I’m on my way now, but it will probably take another thirty minutes. Can you wait until then?
Was there any option for me other than saying it’s okay? A narrow satisfaction, like catching the tail of a person who was always perfect, filled me up, and a cowardly desire to use that as an excuse to escape rose to the tip of my tongue. It tasted bitter and sour, like bile. As if he knew that, he calmly continued speaking.
– I’m the one who broke the promise, so do as you wish, Lee Seodan. You can go home as if today’s appointment never happened. Do whatever suits you.
“Really, like that…”
– Did I ask something too obvious?
He laughed. It was a dry laughter, not the expected response.
A sense of relief wrapped around the hard lump in my stomach, melting it. My heart raced. It was just a matter of saying yes. I could say okay, hang up the phone, take the same route back, take the subway, and go home again. Saturdays that were getting closer each week had been suffocating me without giving me room to breathe, and I desperately wished for the extended respite until the next Saturday.
But… with closed eyes, I leaned my forehead against the cold wall of the corridor. I bit my teeth tightly, then slowly released the tension.
“I’ll wait here.”
– …Go to the front desk, they’ll give you the key when you mention my name in person. If they need confirmation, they’ll call me from there. Stay inside the room.
“I’ll just wait at a cafe or something.”
– Do as you please.
He concluded the call without forcing anything.
– I’ll contact you when I arrive.
“Yes.”
The call ended without a farewell. I lowered the hand holding the phone and tapped my head against the wall silently a couple of times. With closed eyes, I mentally drew the map of the lively streets outside the hotel. There were plenty of cafes open late into the night nearby. I thought about the tables crowded with people when I passed by.
I went to the restroom in the lobby. The thought of the room on the 16th floor wasn’t as intimidating since he wasn’t inside. I took slow deep breaths to release the tension in my clenched stomach. While wandering the corridor, I carefully swept the inside of my mouth with the tip of my tongue. I prioritized the questions I needed to ask him if there was time, thinking about work that I brought from home.
When Han Team Leader arrived, I was sitting in front of the door, with my chin resting on my knees. He looked at me briefly as I stood up hurriedly, then inserted the card key into the door. The door, which had been tightly closed, opened easily.
“What brings you here?”
It was a voice that didn’t hide the exhaustion. Following him into the room, I exhaled again, caught in the returning tension.
Han Team Leader casually tossed his gloves onto the chair. The cool breeze from the street was evident in the coat tails. Watching him unbutton his coat and the force in his hands as he pulled down his tie, I realized that his warning yesterday wasn’t just empty talk. I didn’t know who angered him, but that person wasn’t here, and today I was the one who had to kneel before him. Dealing with him was my role.
Turning around while unbuttoning the cuff, Han Team Leader, who had already started undressing, raised an eyebrow at me, but soon smiled. The rigid lines on his face softened a bit.
“Are you moving fast to avoid getting caught?”
I answered without looking up, unbuttoning my shirt. If I had known he was coming into the room, I would have undressed beforehand. As I unbuckled, the pants flowed down to my ankles.
The sound of a lighter clicked. Han Team Leader sat on the edge of the bed, smoking, without a care. Leaning back deeply, legs spread apart, he enjoyed watching me undress. It seemed like a plausible spectacle had been created.
I undressed and kneeled neatly between his legs before he could urge me. The short hairs on the carpet scratched against my bare skin. Even with my head bowed, I could feel the gaze falling diagonally on the back of my head.
He reached out his hand without a word and roughly pressed down on my head. My nose bumped into the front of his pants.
“Go ahead.”
It was a voice roughened by fatigue.
Without hesitation, I grabbed his zipper and pulled it down. I pulled out his genitals from the opening in his underwear. His still flaccid member was hot and substantial. Afraid I might hesitate if I looked, I closed my eyes and took the round tip into my mouth, supporting it with my hand.
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While I was on my knees, engrossed in his genitals, he occasionally let out suppressed breaths. The strong scent of flesh and the pungency of cigarette smoke mingled. The fingers that gently tousled through my hair softly caressed the round wheel of my ear, and the firm part of his thumb grazed the reddened earlobe. Shivers ran down my spine, causing my shoulders to tremble.
My jaw, spread wide, started to ache. Each time I pushed it in and out, the ends of my lips, stretched to the limit, hurt. My tongue felt numb, and the friction made the swollen flesh inside my cheek tingle.
Yet, it seemed inadequate, as the tired team leader, who let out a slow breath, forcefully pressed down on the back of my head.
“You have to take it all the way down your throat. Don’t hold back.”
Although his voice was gentle, his touch was intense. Without any time to prepare, my head was pulled forward. The fleshy baton that pierced the roof of my mouth instantly pushed inward. The hard glans of the swollen head pierced my throat. A gasp escaped.
It was longer and thicker than before. The thick pillar, halfway pulled out at once and then thrust back in, forcefully tore apart my lips. I widened my mouth even more, shedding physiological tears. I gripped his thighs, supporting my body. Instead of struggling, I relaxed, accepting him.
It wouldn’t end unless he ejaculated. He used my throat as a tool, carelessly, like an object. The hot and thick pillar pushed deep into my throat, forcefully thrusting in and out. Each time it happened, the sensitive skin inside my cheek, swollen from the inflamed roof of my mouth, was harshly scratched. As the glans slid backward when the head of the penis fell out, I breathed heavily, as if on the verge of drowning. The wet sounds filling my mouth were a mixture of my saliva and his bodily fluids.
At this point, I couldn’t tell the usefulness of the practice. Anyway, my head was fixed by his strong hands, and I couldn’t move as I wanted. Whenever the rough piston movement slowed down, I writhed my suppressed tongue, vigorously licking the pillar. It was all I could do. My mouth was numb, and I couldn’t tell if I was doing it properly. When I stuck the tip of my tongue into the gaps between the glans and the shaft, he would pull my head back, forcefully thrusting his genitals back into my throat. I had to wait, desperately suppressing the urge to vomit.
Time seemed endless, but it was much shorter than last time. Finally, he withdrew his genitals that had been deeply inserted into my throat. I let out the cough I had held in. The thick pillar slid between my torn lips with a swish. The obscene sight of the swollen glans, vividly red against the blurred vision, was visible.
“Close your eyes.”
As soon as I reflexively closed my eyes at his growled command, a hot, viscous liquid sprayed over my face. The liquid splattered across my cheeks and onto the tightly closed eyelids. I didn’t know what to do and was trembling. After finishing, he smeared the ejaculate, still sticky, over my lips. The pungent and bitter taste brought up nausea.
“It’s presentable.”
Laughter was mixed in with the voice. The sound of tissues being pulled was heard. Soon, with careful strokes, he wiped the area around my eyes. I leaned on him like a puppeteer, frozen in place.
“It stings if it gets into your eyes. In the future, close your eyes when you’re going to receive cum on your face.”
After wiping even my cheeks, he wiped the torn corners of my mouth. I opened my eyes. His voice was surprisingly kind, unlike the person who had just torn my mouth apart.
The corners of Han Team Leader’s eyes were slowly relaxing. When our eyes met, he pointed to the still semi-erect member with a nod.
“Finish it. Lick it clean and swallow what’s smeared.”
“….”
“After doing well just now, is this difficult too?”
Tock, he raised his hips. The sticky member, just wiped on my cheek, twitched. Unable to resist, I opened my mouth as he pressed the thick glans against my still wet lips. I rounded my lips, biting down on the pillar and cleaning it. The lukewarm mucus was scraped away and clung to my tongue. The thought of wanting to vomit made my esophagus stiffen.
After rearranging the member, which had exited my mouth, back into his pants and zipping up, he looked down at me with a smirk. Unable to escape his gaze, I shuddered. I didn’t want to swallow the sticky blob of viscous fluid on my tongue, so I swelled my mouth roundly and jerked my body.
“I told you to swallow.”
“….”
“If you don’t eat it all, I’ll have my dick in your mouth all night. If you don’t want to drink until your stomach bursts, swallow it. Now.”
I closed my mouth. The nauseating substance slowly passed through my esophagus. The corners of my eyes heated up with an indistinguishable mixture of sorrow and shame.
“So, where did you go to suck off another man’s dick?”
Naturally, my chin lifted. There was a lingering hint of laughter in his eyes as he spread his lips slowly.
“Seeing you doing things you hadn’t done before, I guess you’ve been busy after work. Where did you go to fool around without permission?”
He asked casually while flicking my torn mouth with his fingertips. It was a thin and delicate pain, as if touching a nerve.
I was about to respond but closed my mouth. I silently suppressed the uneasy breath. His fingertips, which had been wiping my lips, moved up to my cheek and gently touched my earlobe. Straightening my disheveled hair and tucking it behind my ear, he asked affectionately.
“What did you practice with?”
“…”
“Did you refer to any audiovisual materials? Did someone teach you how to use your tongue?”
“…”
“If you heard the question, you should answer.”
His firm palm slowly trailed down below my back. The sharp sense of impact made my buttocks tense. I blinked away the tears and lowered my gaze.
“Just… practiced.”
“With what exactly?”
“…Bananas and… cucumbers.”
“Cucumbers?”
He asked unexpectedly.
“I went to the store, and they seemed similar in shape…”
As I spoke, a sense of shame overwhelmed me, making me want to disappear into the ground. He squinted his eyes and chuckled. Whether something amused him, or his mood had improved, I turned my head away, leaning backward. He didn’t bother holding onto me.
My legs felt like they had cramps, ignoring my words. Leaving me sitting there as if fallen on the floor, Han Team Leader bit a thin cigarette. Lighting it with a lighter, he gave vague instructions with unclear pronunciation.
“After resting, come here with a tie.”
“…What?”
“On the table.”
His gaze shifted. On the table where wine was usually placed, the navy-blue tie he had loosened earlier was neatly folded.
“Why…”
“If you bring it, you’ll find out, won’t you?”
The end of his gruff response hung in the air. Its meaning was clear, like a warning light. I gingerly touched my numb knees and slowly stood up. The tie in my hand felt more substantial than I had anticipated, and the surface, engraved with delicate stripes, was irritating.
Approaching him, I extended the tie with both hands. Receiving it, Han Team Leader lifted my chin and made me sit on the bed. With the hand that hadn’t held the cigarette, he inspected both knees, marked red where it had been pressed, and lightly ran his tongue over them.
“It might be better to shave underneath. Move your legs. The right one too.”
Having me move both legs below the knees, he took one last drag of the cigarette, flicked the diminishing butt, and put it out. The eyes that had been scrutinizing my torn mouth lifted slightly as he met my gaze.
“Reach out your hands. No, both of them.”
“Like this?”
I extended both palms, nervously looking up at him. Since it had been my buttocks last time, I thought maybe he was going to hit my palms this time, a method I had experienced during childhood lessons. Even that was somewhat fuzzy in my memory; I was originally a model student who had never done anything to warrant severe punishment. The only vivid memory was watching other kids getting hit.
Whether fortunate or unfortunate, Han Team Leader grabbed my hand and layered my palms like nesting doll’s hands. Something swiftly wrapped around my wrist, which was pressed close. It was the tie that had been on the bed.
“Team leader.”
“Stay still. It hurts if it’s too tight.”
I couldn’t resist the force on my hands. While I was struggling, he skillfully wound the tie around my wrists and secured it with a tight knot.
“Is it too tight?”
He asked as if checking. I stared at my tied hands, my mind blank. He adjusted the knot a few more times and pulled the tie tightly.
“Too tight?”
He inquired again. I couldn’t speak; my mind was overwhelmed, and my vision became white. Adjusting the knot a few more times, he yanked on the tie, pulling me towards him.
Han Team Leader threaded the remaining end of the tie through the wooden column decoration at the head of the bed. He tightened it twice, ensuring it wouldn’t come loose, and raised my tied arms above my head, making me lie down.
It was a frog-like posture, gazing at the ceiling. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them to the side, pushing his body between the spread legs. He folded my body in half by pressing behind the knees. The exposed buttocks and the elongated genitals hung prominently in front of him.
Only then did I manage to regain my voice and call him softly, “Team leader.” Yet, my words got stuck again, and he raised an eyebrow in response.
“Why are you being dramatic already?”
“I…”
What could I say? The word “scared” probably held no meaning for him. The man in front of me was not the rational and sensible colleague I knew from the company. He seemed unlikely to explain anything, nor did he appear to understand anything.
I closed my eyes. I focused on breathing, inhaling and exhaling. I released the tension in my arms tied by the string like a doll hanging from the wrists. A rattling sound came from across the room, and the bed jolted again under the weight. Something soft was cushioned beneath the lifted buttocks and lower abdomen. He adjusted his position to spread my legs wider.
“Why didn’t you go home when I told you to?”
It was a nonchalant question. His warm palm caressed and swept over the exposed buttocks and lower abdomen. Right, then left. And with both hands, he firmly molded the buttocks as if kneading dough. He spread them apart, running his fingertips through the groove between the buttocks. He pulled up the protruding body.
“If you had gone, you wouldn’t be going through this now.”
“Uh…”
It was a numb question. His warm palm gently stroked and smoothed over the buttocks. After the right side, then the left, he precisely probed with his fingertips above the anus.
He asked, “Why are you making such a fuss already?” The precise finger penetrated directly above the anus. I forgot about my tied hands and leaned my body forward with a violent jolt. In that recoil, my cheek hit the blanket. The tie dug fiercely into my wrist. My sweaty bangs stabbed my eyes. I tried to move my hand to brush them away, but it didn’t budge. My wrists were tied on both sides.
Only then did I realize. No matter how much I wanted to escape now, it was an impossible situation. Regardless of what he was going to do to me, I was in a situation where I had to endure it without a choice. Even if he pulled out a knife and stabbed me, I wouldn’t be able to resist. Even if he pulled out a gun and shot, I was helpless.
“Uh!”
A chilly liquid oozed between my buttocks. Startled, when I opened my eyes, Han Team Leader was generously pouring something transparent, jelly-like, from a large, round container onto my buttocks. His slippery fingers slowly began to stroke from the perineum down, creating a delicate sensation as the melted gel dropped through the groove.
Desperately, I spread my legs, and the strength of the hand gripping his ankles served as a clear warning. I intermittently took deep breaths, releasing tension from my body. I had closed my eyes tightly, and the inside of my eyelids had turned red.
“Today’s work… should I reward you for being commendable or punish you for being foolish?”
“Hmm…”
Smoothly, his fingertips glided over the entrance.
“Lee Seodan, your personality is exactly as expected, which surprises me every time. Even though you should have realized long ago that living like this won’t be of any help.”
Whether heard or ignored, his voice remained quiet, and his fingertips pressed and withdrew from the wrinkled skin above. He gathered the gel, applied it, and pressed again.
“Huh, ugh…”
“Relax your muscles.”
Saying that, he pushed the plug deeply. Leveraging the slippery gel, a couple of words entered smoothly. I opened my mouth, feeling as if my lower abdomen had been struck by something.
“If you can’t compromise with others, and you don’t know how to compromise with yourself…”
“Uh, that…”
“…you’ll continue to suffer losses like this.”
Without stopping, firm fingers penetrated. His knuckles collided with the buttocks. If my body weren’t tied up, I would have somehow pushed him away. He inserted a single finger, swirling it around inside.
It was a creepy sensation. My sensitive walls clung as if trying to expel the intruder. He kept one finger inside and rotated it quickly.
“Why is it so narrow inside?”
The finger, which had just come out, unexpectedly pierced in deeply at once. The invading sensation was excruciating. I could only gasp for breath, my head turning side to side.
“Ease up a bit. We need to widen it, so I’ll do it faster.”
“Uh, ugh!”
The finger that had been entering shallowly spread the gel and plunged in deep again. The long and knotty appearance of the middle finger was vividly imprinted on the tightly constricting walls. Unhesitatingly, he began thrusting his fingers forcefully. The squelching sound resonated unrealistically loud in my ears.
“Don’t clench like that. Relax and feel your walls convulsing. Release the tension in the hole.”
“Ugh!”
With a sharp smack, my buttocks received a strong hit. Fingers quickly delved in and out, following the movement of the inner walls. It felt like my insides were turning upside down. He forcefully planted the middle finger to the hilt and vigorously shook it, pressing and smearing against the clinging walls with his fingertips. Friction made the inside of my body heat up.
Suddenly, his movements slowed. His fingertips skillfully, roundly stroked and emerged from the inside. He pressed against the swollen inner walls, spreading them to the sides.
“Uh, huh, ugh….”
The widely opened thighs contracted inside. My wrists had been tingling since earlier. The inserted finger diligently explored every inch, leaving fingerprints in its wake. I, writhing in discomfort, twisted my waist, and suddenly my body jerked spasmodically.
“Ugh!”
“If you move suddenly like that, you’ll get hurt.”
He leaned down, looking at my face. Our eyes met briefly, and he faintly lifted the corners of his mouth.
“Here, has anyone touched you here before?”
“Uh, ugh!”
He pressed his firm fingertips against a specific point on my lower abdomen, subtly moving to secure his position, then forcefully pressed down. It was pressed without mercy. I tried to rise, bending my legs forward, but my waist was held, pulling me back down. A red flash appeared before my eyes. My body wouldn’t listen.
“Stop, huh! Uh, enough, huh….”
“Once you’ve found it, you don’t need to worry about forgetting it.”
He wiped my wet eyes with his fingers. He withdrew his middle finger to the entrance and pushed it back in, soothing the swelling spot with the recoil. The penetrating pain was intense, and the tip felt terrifyingly sharp. He gently caressed the twitching buttocks, repeating the same action two or three times, gradually taming.
“I’ll keep teasing here until it’s mine. Understand? I’ll keep thrusting into this hole until Lee Seodan begs and cries. Have you cum from your ass? Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”
“Ugh! Uh, huh, huh, ahh!”
“Since it’s all wet inside, it won’t hurt anymore.”
