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It’s not like he was even trying to get into that position —is what he’d tell them hours from now, lounging in the bunks more to his side to keep from pressing too much weight against his ass. His ass would be torched by the end of it —hollowed out to the thinnest dregs like nothing Gihun’s ever felt before and he’d feel it for hours, that smarting sting as he walked, or limped more like, any slight movement made it feel like there was a knife stuck in between himself, those halves. Like he’d been halved, period. Given a new split up the spine, so to speak.
Anyhow, spin the clock a few times back and he’s on his knees and elbows against the dirt floor, yellow dust smeared onto his pants. He opened the tin and knew he was fucked. That’s funny, right? Everything’s funny when you look back because you made it out and now you’re still laughing. But he hadn’t been laughing much. Not then.
Not at all.
Sweat dropped off his nose and hit the muddy yellow of the dalgona. The dampened area darkened. Then another drop hit. The back of his shirt was soaked down the middle, his nape gone icy cold. Seconds ticked on. Fucked, fucked, fucked, he was fucked. He squeezed his eyes closed. Then Gihun leaned closer in, staring at the two wet patches now staining the bottom edge of the brittle yellow treat. Carefully, he picked it out of the tin and held it up against the light. The outline of the umbrella glowed against the darker surrounding cracker. Right. I can melt it from the back. He turned the dalgona around, bringing it to his mouth.
He licked the back of the cracker, its sickeningly sharp sweetness soaking into his tongue. No matter. Gihun kept licking. Now he sat up against his knees, running his tongue slowly up the dalgona, hands anxiously gripping it as he licked. Others began to stare. He ignored them. Up and up and up. Lick, lick, lick. He was so focused, he didn’t notice the timer on the wall had frozen at 00:57 seconds.
He didn’t notice until a pair of gloved hands slid to his waist from the back and pushed up the bottom of his shirt, hooking themselves into the back elastic of his pants. Then the jagged sole of a boot pressed into his back and shoved him down hard.
Gihun wheezed, spitting bits of dirt from his mouth, blinking against the ground. Gloved hands dragged his pants —underwear and all —down to his ankles, making him wince when his raw uncovered dick grazed the uneven dirt, balls pressing somewhat into it. He shifted his cheek, looking ahead. He swallowed. Miraculously, the dalgona hadn’t broken in the middle.
The hands returned to slide up the backs of his thighs, slightly squeezing at the naked exposed flesh, stopping when they reached the twin swells of his ass. Here, they really squeezed, hard enough to leave a warm buzzing burn when they let go. Gihun whimpered. The hands squeezed his ass again. Even harder this time. Even longer. Gihun flattened his mouth, biting back a moan. Sucked in a shaky breath through his nose when the hands slid to the sides of his hips and pushed inwards hard, bringing both halves of his ass tighter together, then let go. He felt the halves jiggle.
A hand slid down until it cupped the bottom half of his ass, right against the split, squeezing hard. Gihun whimpered again. It had missed his balls by mere millimeters. Then a finger wedged itself inside his crack and he let out an aborted noise when it rubbed right against his raw, tightened hole. It wasn’t quite pain, but it was still incredibly sensitive —especially from the roughness of the nylon patterned glove. He’d never even touched that part of himself with his own hand. It was a feeling completely new.
The gloved finger rubbed over his hole again and Gihun bit his lip. Against his better judgment, he spread his thighs against the dirt floor, his ass twitching and almost hiking up against the touch as the finger continued stroking his hole raw. It was becoming so raw, but somehow it felt so good. So good, fuck. Gihun let out a weak whine. He moaned into his wrist as the other hand pulled his asscheek apart from one side and something wet and cool dropped down his crack. Slid down past his hole. The same finger returned and smeared the wetness tightly against him there which now twitched endlessly against its touch. Holy fuck. Why was his body reacting like this.
Then the finger pushed hard into him. Gihun gulped tightly. Fuck. They’d gotten it up to the knuckle. He squeezed on instinct and groaned. Holy fuck. That felt so good. So fucking good. He was aroused through the roof. The ground felt wet. He spread his thighs even further, he couldn’t help himself. Soon the finger inside him could twist around and curl tight upwards —fuck, that was fucking insane —and this time, Gihun did hike his ass up, matching the jerky little movements of the finger until he was back up on his hands and knees, dalgona now long forgotten.
He arched his back, sticking his ass out as that finger tugged and played with him until his tongue hung out.
A zipping noise came from behind him. The finger shucked out. Gihun gasped, it burned. Then both hands were on his hips, briefly squeezing. Pulling him back. Something blunt and wet pressed to his ass. It rubbed wetly over his slightly loosened hole and Gihun tipped his ass up and down, blearily anticipating it. Mmh. Now he kind of wanted it, fuck. He could feel the weight of his own cock curved up to half mast. Swaying with his balls.
One hand left his hips and then the other, the gloved thumb pushing in and then tugging down his hole, making Gihun wince. The nylon padding bit into him, scraping inside his rim. Then the tip pressed in. It was even wider than he thought and the guard had to use another finger and then two to pull him open even more and then when he thought it couldn’t sting any further, it finally it pushed in past the head. Gihun swallowed, sucking in air from his nose. His hole was squeezing. Hard. It was squeezing so much even though it just made it sting sharper and then a hand came to the center of his ass, soothing the skin right above his hole, thumb rubbing slow, grainy circles against it. It wasn’t the absence of pain, but it was just far enough from it that Gihun found it almost pleasurable. He relaxed just a little.
Suddenly the guard slammed into him, hips pressed flush to his ass. Gihun let out a loud, sharp whine. He held his breath as they slowly pulled back out until just the tip stayed in and then slammed in a second time. Fuck. It hurt, but not as much as the first. He turned to look back at them, blinking stinging sweat from his eyes. Fuck, the guy was sexy. Uniform zipped down past his crotch —an absolutely jacked abdomen gleaming in sweat leading up to a firm, equally ample chest. Tight dark nipples. Tight enough to suck on. Gihun moaned, wishing he’d get turned around. Whimpered when the gloved hands slid down to span his ass and squeezed hard, then smacked him across the cheek, making the cock jiggle in his ass. It rubbed a special spot inside and Gihun moaned. Hit me again, sir. Hit me again, please. Maybe not in the face, but across the ass, oh God. He shouldn’t feel this good from this. He spread his ass wider, head ducked down, bracing himself for more.
He kept his head down as those hands tightened against his hips and whimpered in time to his ass getting wrenched back to meet with the guard’s thick, impatient cock. Smack, smack, smack. The backs of his thighs slapped against the rough, plasticky material of their uniform, his asscheeks soon stinging from how hard it slammed against the guard’s hips. There’s a spot below one of his thighs that stung particularly hard because it kept hitting the hard little zipper each time he got yanked back. Soon Gihun could barely breathe. His hole tugged and sucked at the thick, glossy shaft, stretched to near bursting, slinging precum so fast it numbed the sting. Saliva dropped onto his dalgona, wetting the edges even more.
“Nn-not so r-roughhh, sir,” Gihun pleaded, voice wobbling in time with his ass getting rammed. His bangs swung into his eyes, whipping sweat down his nose. Needle still pinched in his hand, he nearly broke off a whole chunk from a particularly hard fuck forwards. His hips got knocked even closer to the floor. “-please, p-please…mmgh, I’m…”
When his knees began to buckle, the gloved hands yanked him back and then he was brought down hard into the guard’s lap, still stuffed full of cock. He could see it —making a hard bulge against his narrow tummy a full inch past his belly button, his shirt now ridden halfway up. He was so tight. The guard let go of his waist to reach down and pick up the unfinished dalgona. Pressed it mildly against Gihun’s lips. Gihun gulped. The needle fell to the dirt.
He began to lick again. Slowly he licked and licked some more, taking the sweet cracker back into his own hands as the guard plunged him up and down his cock, his hips rolling roughly forwards to get in even deeper. Gihun panted as he licked, saliva sliding down his neck, his own swollen aching cock pinned heavy against his stomach, leaking a steady sticky line down his thigh onto the dirt. By now his shirt was completely soaked, nipples poking sharp and dark against the translucent white, trembling hard with his thrusts. He kept licking. Soon another large piece of the dalgona safely broke off. Gihun let it melt in his mouth. Melt to a mush and then he swallowed. He was starting to love this, lapping up the dalgona as he got fucked wild against this guard’s hot lap.
Moments later, the guard came. Gihun jolted, then squeezed and squeezed as it gushed thick and hot inside him, only feeling the jism leaking out several moments later, making translucent little white puddles in the dirt between his sore thighs. He pulled the dalgona off his tongue and slowly split off the last bit clinging to the shape. He held up the little golden umbrella, perfectly picked out from the cracker. Curved whitish globs of his own cum laced the gleaming shape, looped sloppily around the tin. At some point, the guard had pushed him back onto his hands and knees. His asshole stung and spasmed, felt like it had its own pulse. Everyone around him was already dead. Player 456, pass.
“But wh-why so rough…?” Gihun mumbled, still panting. Looking back, still blinking tears from his eyes. “-why…?”
…
His fingers were stained gooey with his gleaming still-wet release. The screen was paused on Gihun’s utterly destroyed ass —stretched wide enough to fit a fist, swollen puffy edges smeared thick and messy with globby strings of come that continued to run down the backs of his thighs. The ceiling light caught the teary, reddened glisten in his eyes as he looked back. Inho absently touched the base of his cock with his thumb. The only thing that would’ve made this better was fucking him himself.
He smiled, wiping his hand onto the bright pink of his borrowed uniform. Would’ve.