Where Escape Ends

“Do you know what text I sent, sunbae?”

“…Th-that someone died…”

“Really? It didn’t look like that to me.”

Seo Kang-woo exaggeratedly widened his eyes.

He placed his hand over Hee-woon’s and pressed the button to show the text he had sent to 112.

[Someonels hewr deaddd]

“See? What does it look like?”

Hee-woon stared blankly at the message.

“Friday nights are especially busy for the police.”

“There are so many idiots getting drunk and fighting.”

“……”

“Don’t bother busy people.”

“If you do that again…”

Kang-woo, having taken the phone and put it in his jacket pocket, grabbed Hee-woon’s hand.

“I’ll make it so you can’t use this.”

The grip was so strong it felt like his bones would shatter, and Hee-woon let out a faint moan.

The memory of the man’s mangled hand surfaced, and his face turned pale.

“Understood?”

“Yes, yes. Yes.”

A terrified Hee-woon nodded repeatedly.

Kang-woo fiddled with his long, outstretched fingers for a moment before letting go.

And he said, as if it were nothing.

“How about you try sucking a d*ck.”

Kang-woo smiled brightly.

Hee-woon thought.

The police aren’t coming.

Then, no matter what, I have to survive this on my own.

“Okay.”

Hee-woon’s voice became firm.

He slowly knelt down.

The heavy-looking pants fly was right before his eyes.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, then reached for the zipper.

His hand trembled violently as he pulled it down.

Kang-woo looked down at Hee-woon’s gritted teeth, then lightly brushed his thumb over his tense lips.

As he gently rubbed the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, Hee-woon’s bare shoulder flinched and trembled.

Hee-woon, who had been staring only at the pants, looked up at Kang-woo.

Our eyes met.

Kang-woo rolled his eyes and smiled.

It was the pretty smile Hee-woon had once liked.

A beautiful smile, like sunlight shattering brilliantly through green leaves.

“Sunbae. Where are you going?”

The greeting directed at him, who was too timid to do anything but linger in front of the other, had been so soft and affectionate.

The autumn sky visible over the tall figure’s head, the refreshing air, the shining morning.

They were his favorite things.

“I was going to wait and see what my sunbae’d do…”

He heard a soft voice.

Seo Kang-woo’s smiling face entered Hee-woon’s field of vision.

Above his head, dim lighting flickered.

The air was murky, smelled of dust, and was chillingly cool.

“I just felt like stuffing it in your mouth.”

Kang-woo whispered like it was a secret, brushed away Hee-woon’s trembling hand as if annoyed, and pulled out his penis himself.

Then he grabbed Hee-woon’s face roughly.

The thick penis pushed into his open mouth.

“Ghk…!”

Hee-woon’s eyes shot wide open.

‘The snack bar is this way.’

The memory of the hand that had gently pushed his back felt distant.

The large hand tightened around his head painfully.

The thick shaft filled his entire mouth and scraped against his palate.

“Haa-.”

Seo Kang-woo let out a languid sigh.

The corners of his mouth were still curled up softly.

It was bizarre and horrifying.

“Open your mouth wider.”

“More, more.”

“Ghk, hng…”

Hee-woon’s eyes turned red as he opened his mouth until his jaw ached.

“Ghp…hp…”

Seo Kang-woo’s d*ck was too big to take in his mouth.

His jaw, stretched to its limit, felt sore, and the head kept hitting his throat.

He was suffocating, and Hee-woon struggled.

“Ah.”

Kang-woo let out a short sound and pulled his d*ck out.

“Hahk, hahk…”

A transparent, thread-like string of saliva stretched between his panting lips and the glistening head.

Kang-woo slapped the cheek of Hee-woon, who was disoriented from lack of air.

His lean body fell sideways limply.

“You touched it with your teeth, sunbae.”

“S-sorry.”

Hee-woon put a hand on his stinging cheek and muttered.

“It’s okay.”

“Let’s try again.”

The voice was affectionate.

Despite the rough action of grabbing his hair, pulling him upright, and shoving the d*ck back into his mouth.

Hee-woon tried not to clench his teeth and opened his mouth wide.

The fleshy shaft, emitting a metallic scent, blocked his throat again.

“Kheup, gk… gkheuk…”

Kang-woo, who had grabbed his hair and thrust his hips a few times, let out a satisfied sigh.

Hee-woon strained to breathe during the brief moments the penis was pulled out.

“Ah, right.”

Kang-woo, who had been shaking Hee-woon’s head like a s*x toy, stopped moving.

With a slick sound, the d*ck slid out of his mouth.

“Cough, cough-!”

Hee-woon coughed painfully, a long line of drool dripping from his mouth.

Kang-woo gazed indifferently at him and put his phone to his ear.

Tap.

He lightly touched Hee-woon’s cheek.

“Lick it.”

Without even a chance to catch his breath properly, Hee-woon licked the head touching his lips.

He felt no sense of humiliation from sucking a d*ck.

Only the survival instinct to live remained.

Kang-woo softly stroked Hee-woon’s head as he licked.

He enjoyed watching the lowered eyelashes fluttering.

“Bring a condom.”

Thinking Kang-woo was speaking to him, Hee-woon just looked up.

Their eyes met, and Kang-woo gave a light laugh and stroked his head.

As if he thought he was going to be hit, Hee-woon lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering.

The tears that had been pooling finally spilled over, streaming down the corners of his eyes and gathering at the tip of his chin.

“Yeah, that too.”

Speaking to the person on the other end of the phone, Kang-woo’s gaze fell on the teardrop at the tip of Hee-woon’s chin.

The fist clenched on his thin thigh, the finely trembling shoulders, the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, raw from taking the d*ck—his gaze moved over each before returning to the teardrop dangling from his chin.

“Hurry.”

He added in a low voice and softly wiped the tear from Hee-woon’s chin.

After ending the call and putting his phone away, Kang-woo rubbed his d*ck against Hee-woon’s face.

The head, glistening with pre-cum, poked at various parts of his small face.

The hollow of his eye, under his nose, his lips, his cheeks.

He rubbed the head more persistently against the eyelashes, wet and clumped together with tears.

As if afraid it would poke his eye, Hee-woon squeezed his eyes shut, creating wrinkles.

Looking at the small shoulders hunched tightly, Kang-woo spoke.

“You’re not a puppy.”

The head touched Hee-woon’s closed lips again.

Taking it as a sign to lick, he stuck out his tongue and licked.

A metallic, sour taste spread in his mouth.

“My dog, Lexi, licks my hand just like this.”

A voice tinged with laughter came from above his head.

It means you’re nothing special.

Seo Kang-woo added, gripped his head tightly, and shoved his d*ck in all at once.

“Kgeuk! Kheuk…!”

Hee-woon’s eyes flew open and looked up; Kang-woo laughed cheerfully and said.

“Good.”

“This is how you should look.”

Hee-woon’s face, making gurgling sounds, turned crimson from lack of air.

His upward gaze grew more desperate, and the hands clutching Kang-woo’s thighs trembled.

Unlike Hee-woon, who was fighting a battle with death, Kang-woo was slow and leisurely.

While blocking Hee-woon’s throat with his weapon-like d*ck, he brushed back the sweat-drenched bangs and raised the corner of his mouth.

“Kheuk, ng… Kkeok…”

Kang-woo was only pressing the back of his head with one hand, but the force was so immense Hee-woon couldn’t break free.

With his nose crushed against the groin, Hee-woon clawed at the solid thigh within his grasp.

Tears streamed from Hee-woon’s eyes.

Kang-woo pulled his penis out slightly, then slammed it back in, pulling Hee-woon’s head back a little.

It was a signal to look at him.

Hee-woon managed to look at Kang-woo.

The area under his eyes, the whites now bloodshot, twitched spasmodically.

“You’re doing well.”

Kang-woo gently swept his fingertips around Hee-woon’s eyes and whispered kindly.

Kang-woo, who had firmly fixed the back of his head, began moving his hips as if having intercourse.

The thick shaft pressed down on his tongue, slowly pulling out before slamming back into his throat repeatedly.

His vision shook dizzyingly and blurred.

As if the end was near, the movements of the penis, which had been speeding up, pushed all the way to the end of his throat.

“Ghp… gk, gk”

His drenched eyes were filled with desperation.

The hands holding the thighs now had their nails dug in.

“Haa.”

Kang-woo viciously yanked Hee-woon’s hair back and slammed his d*ck in with a thwack, thwack.

Hee-woon’s face, with his back bent backward, was more visible under the light.

The bloodshot whites of his eyes, his reddened nose tip, the blood flowing from his taut, stretched lips.

“Kheuk, h… kheuk…”

“Hoo… You should be looking here.”

Kang-woo bent over and met Hee-woon’s eyes up close.

His own reflection filled Hee-woon’s round pupils.

Pulling Hee-woon close enough to crush his nose, Kang-woo came.

“Haa…”

A satisfied moan escaped from between his perfectly shaped lips.

Kang-woo liked the way the throat pulsated and tightened around his head, so he stayed there.

And he stared intently at Hee-woon.

His entirely red face, making choking sounds, was veined with blood vessels.

He pressed the bulging vein on Hee-woon’s forehead a few times, then slowly pulled his hips back.

“Cough- Cough-!”

As he coughed and drool dripped, cloudy semen trickled out between his lips.

Kang-woo clicked his tongue and tapped Hee-woon’s cheek.

“What a waste.”

“Next time, you swallow.”

“Got it?”

“Hahk… nng… ng”

His nodding face was a mess of tears and spit.

Kang-woo, who had been staring down at him, slowly stroked his cheek and asked.

“Shall I ask you again?”

Hee-woon looked up, panting, horrified, and Kang-woo let out a small laugh.

“Just kidding.”

“Now I have to ask the back hole.”

When Kang-woo reached out to the side, the man standing nearby handed him a paper bag.

Hee-woon, too out of it to have noticed the man entering, was so startled his body jolted.

Belatedly, he pulled his legs together and hunched over; Kang-woo chuckled.

“What? Are you afraid I’ll suggest we do it together?”