Swallow Hunting Chapter 6

To Haejun, that single line sounded like your life depends on this. His mind snapped alert. He grabbed the man’s thighs and tried to swallow him down, forcing it inch by inch—but just holding the head already filled his mouth completely. There was no space left. Seeing how much flesh still remained, Haejun whimpered.

“Seeing a grown man cry is fucking disgusting, so don’t.”

The tears vanished instantly. Haejun squeezed his eyes shut. He shoved his head forward by force, but swallowing was brutally difficult. As if to make things worse, the mont the dick entered his mouth it thickened and rose to attention. There was no way not to curse. It was trying to tear soone’s mouth apart.

“With it like this, do you really think I’ll get my nut out of you today? You need to make co fast if you want to live, Cha Haejun.”

The man grabbed the back of Haejun’s head and slowly pushed. Haejun clutched at the man’s pants in panic. His face, throat, even his ears burned red.

Like a giant snake, it crossed the root of his tongue and invaded his throat. His uvula got stabbed and he gagged violently, but the man pushed all the way in anyway. Because of the threat to pull out if he used his teeth, he couldn’t even clench his jaw. All he could do was open his mouth as wide as possible, tears streaming, and swallow the man’s dick.

The man gripped Haejun’s head and shook him however he pleased. Pulling out, shoving back in—no matter how Haejun gagged and sobbed, scratching desperately at the man’s thick thigh with his nails, the dick never left his mouth. It was like tempering steel. As if he ant to widen that narrow throat with sheer size and settle in there for good.

“Kh—ugh—pl—plea—”

He wasn’t trying to say slowly, he was trying to say please let live. When his eyes started to roll back, the man rcifully pulled out, gave him about three seconds to breathe, then ramd back in.

It was shoved so deep that breathing was impossible, and his mind went hazy. Saliva stread down his jaw, his hair was a wreck, and tears and snot ran freely down his flushed face. Miserable sounds like ekh, ngh, uhk leaked out every ti his head was yanked forward.

“I get bored easily.”

The man wasn’t even out of breath. He just calmly used Haejun like a masturbation tool. Only when the suffocating, shrunken throat clenched tightly around his dick did he finally let out a low, satisfied breath.

“Yeah. This is more like it.”

As he slamd in over and over, coarse pubic hair scraped Haejun’s philtrum, chin, and lips. That area burned red too.

Whenever Haejun was about to die, the man let him breathe; whenever he was about to collapse, he grabbed his hair and hauled him back up. He toyed with him, shaking him enthusiastically, like he wasn’t a person at all—just a doll with a hole for a mouth.

The light drained from Haejun’s eyes. Like soone repeatedly dunked under water, dragged back up, then finally sinking, his consciousness slipped away. And yet whenever the tip scraped his palate, his shoulders jerked and his waist twisted reflexively.

His strengthless legs twitched as he squeezed his thighs together. His own dick was hard. He didn’t know why. His lower half sotis acted like a separate organism, standing up and dying on its own. Either way, his cock pushed against his underwear and leaked drop after drop every ti he thought this is the afterlife.

What the hell is wrong with this thing. He clamped his thighs together and rubbed them, trying to force it down—but instead, his dick stayed rigid, crying helplessly. Especially when the man grabbed his head and pulled him in, when that long dick opened his throat and plunged deep, it felt like electric current ran up and down his spine, like he was coming.

Sensing the end, the thrusts grew rougher. Haejun’s hand, which had been clawing at the man’s thigh, dropped limply to the floor. His body still twitched, so he was technically alive—but his eyes were dead fish eyes.

Finally, a short groan burst from the man’s mouth. After ramming deep into his throat one last ti, he yanked out hard. Thick, veined flesh was stroked from root to tip, and heavy sen shot out, landing squarely on Haejun’s face. It stretched across his hair, forehead, lashes, and cheeks like layers of spiderwebs.

The man didn’t stop there. Grabbing Haejun’s hair to keep him upright, he rubbed the slick, shiny head—wet with spit and cum—against Haejun’s lips. Using his parted lips and protruding tongue like a rag, scrubbing them like he was wiping a floor, he emptied the last remaining drop deep into Haejun’s mouth.

Haejun’s chest rose and fell. If he had to sum it up in one word, it was fucking awful. His throat burned, and the cum pooling on his tongue tasted like sothing that’d make him vomit. He had to keep one eye squeezed shut so it wouldn’t drip in.

But weirdly, his body kept twitching. Like he’d co. His underwear felt damp. He desperately wanted to believe it was just the liquor poured over his head earlier soaking through.

“Swallow.”

He wanted to spit it out imdiately, but the man closed Haejun’s jaw with his index finger. Gulp. Saliva and sen slid down his raw throat. Lukewarm, bitter, like boiled weeds. Swallowing powdered dicine without water would’ve tasted better. His face twisted.

The man tapped Haejun’s cheek like he was praising him. Just by fixing his underwear and pants, the man returned to looking exactly as he had when they first t. anwhile, Haejun was a wreck. Anyone would’ve thought he’d gotten his ass wrecked too, not just his mouth.

“Y-You’re... forgiving now, right?”

Haejun asked as he pulled down his sleeve to wipe cum from his lips and face. His voice sounded hoarse even to himself. He coughed, hacking. Every cough sent pain through his throat and body.

The man laughed. A bright, cheerful sound. Haejun looked up, confused. The man’s eyes curved into crescent moons—he looked genuinely delighted.

The man pressed the toe of his shoe down between the thighs of the still-kneeling Haejun. Haejun yelped and fell backward. When he tried to squirm away, the foot pressed harder. Haejun trembled, terrified his precious pillar and sack would be crushed under it.

“I’m the one who got ripped off.”

At first, Haejun didn’t understand. After shoving his dick down soone’s throat and dumping a load, what part of that was a bad deal?

The answer appeared less than a second later. When the man lifted his foot, Haejun’s mouth fell open at the sight of his own crotch. It was soaked. If he’d pissed himself, his thighs would’ve been wet—but the dark patch was dead center. Proof that he’d gotten hard and fired.

“This—this makes no sense. No, seriously. This—”

How could you co while sucking soone else’s dick? He’d thought he was dying from suffering, but was he actually about to die from pleasure? He had no idea why his body had betrayed him so thoroughly.

“Hyung, I didn’t do it ’cause I liked it—I really thought I was gonna suffocate and die. I was holding back and doing my absolute best so you’d co fast and spare , so why did this happen...?”

“Cha Haejun, let’s agree to say only half of what you want to say. You’re not talented with your tongue. And you suck at sucking dick.”

“.......”

The guy he’d sucked before had co pretty fast, though. It wasn’t like Haejun took pride in it, but when you make a living with your body, getting criticized didn’t feel great.

Haejun pouted, then rembered that this man controlled whether he lived or died, and hurriedly bowed his head.

“Either way, I’ll pay.”

The man pulled a thick stack of bills from his wallet and set it on the table. From the corner of his eye, Haejun could see they were yellow—and thick.

Whether out of curiosity or because his plan to ss with Haejun had run its course, the man stood up without hesitation. If it had been any other client, Haejun would’ve leapt up, bowed at a perfect ninety degrees, and shouted, Safe travels! Thank you! Please co again! This was your cute Hajin! But facing this man’s back, no such words ca out. His throat burned too badly.

“Ah.” As if rembering sothing, the man looked back at Haejun. Haejun was craning ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ his neck, trying to estimate how much money was on the table. He snapped his gaze down just before the man fully turned.

“Consider it an honor. You’re the first man to ever swallow my cum.”

No way. Haejun almost blurted it out—soone like you, grabbing people’s heads and using their mouths like holes? What kind of bullshit— But the man didn’t even look at him as he walked out.

Only after the door closed and the man’s door-sized back disappeared did Haejun finally release the breath he’d been holding. The whoosh that burst out of him was like steam blasting from an overheated kettle.

“Fuck. Thought I was dead.”

After patting his face and body to confirm he was still among the living, he flopped flat onto the floor. His legs, which had been kneeling the whole ti, were numb, and every swallow sent a sharp sting through his throat. Sen he hadn’t fully wiped off had dried stiffly on his cheek, and the snot left in his nose ran down like water.

Sniffling, Haejun checked the money first. After counting the yellow bills, he let out a low whistle. It was what he’d earn after working tables all day and buttering up clients.

“At this level...”

It was worth it.

He’d gotten more than the first ti he ever sucked a dick. Pushing the fear and misery aside, Haejun grinned. Then a sudden thought struck him, and he grabbed his hair with both hands.

“He never actually said he forgave !”

He’s not coming back, right? He didn’t seem like soone with a hobby of stuffing his dick into other n’s mouths. He desperately hoped he’d never see him again.

He didn’t think he’d ever adapt to that monster size.