Chapter 3: Juyeon shoves Eric against the bunk wall, forcing his thick cock down the younger man's throat with punishing thrusts, growling 'Take it all, you little cockslut' as Eric drools and gags around his massive girth.
The silence in the bunk area was a physical weight, thick and suffocating. Eric had curled into a tight ball in his narrow bed, the curtain drawn shut, but it offered no real barrier against what he had seen. The image was burned onto the back of his eyelids: Sangyeon on his knees, face streaked, Juyeon’s massive, spent cock, the ruined, dripping toy. His own heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic, scared rhythm.
The rustle of the curtain being pulled back made him flinch.
Juyeon stood there, fully dressed now in low-slung sweats and a thin t-shirt. His face was unreadable, a mask of cool indifference, but his eyes held a dark, simmering intensity. He didn’t speak for a long moment, just looked down at Eric’s huddled form.
“Hey,” Juyeon said, his voice low.
Eric couldn’t meet his gaze. He stared at the bus wall, his throat tight.
“Look,” Juyeon began, his tone pragmatic, as if discussing a broken piece of equipment. “About your thing. I’ll order you a new one today. A better one.”
“I don’t want a new one,” Eric whispered, the words muffled by his blanket.
“Then what do you want?” Juyeon’s question wasn’t gentle. It was a challenge. He stepped fully into the bunk space, his large frame blocking the light, making the small area feel claustrophobic. The scent of him, clean soap overlaying something deeper and muskier, filled the air. “You saw what happened. So what?”
Eric finally turned his head, his eyes wide and bright with unshed tears of confusion and a strange, humiliated excitement. “Saw you… and Sangyeon-hyung… How could you… how could he…”
Juyeon leaned one arm against the bunk frame, caging him in. “He saw a problem. He tried to solve it. He failed.” A cruel, knowing smirk touched his lips. “But you… you’ve been staring all tour. Don’t think I haven’t noticed. Those little glances in the locker room. The way you went quiet that time I came out of the shower.”
Eric’s face flamed. The denial died in his throat because it was true. A secret, shameful fascination he’d buried deep, now excavated and laid bare in the aftermath of the lounge.
“It’s not… I didn’t…” he stammered.
“You want to see it?” Juyeon’s voice dropped to a predatory whisper. “For real? Not just a glimpse. You want to see what broke your toy? What made our responsible leader get on his knees and choke?”
Before Eric could answer, Juyeon’s hand went to the waistband of his sweats. He pushed them down, just enough. His cock, half-hard and heavy, sprung free. It was a threat and a promise, lying thick against his lower abdomen. In the confined space, it looked even more monstrous than it had in the lounge, a veined, fleshy weapon of immense proportions. The thick bush of dark pubic hair was a wild frame for it.
Eric’s breath hitched. He couldn’t look away. His own body responded with a traitorous jolt, a heat pooling in his gut.
“Well?” Juyeon prompted, his voice hard. “You called me a monster. So be scared. Or be useful.”
The choice was an illusion. They both knew it. The curiosity, the dark pull of it, was too strong. A tear finally escaped and traced a path down Eric’s temple into his hairline. He uncurled, his movements slow and trance-like. He slid from the bunk, his knees hitting the thin carpet with a soft thud. He looked up at Juyeon, his expression a mixture of terror and utter submission.
“Please,” he whispered, the word barely audible.
“Please what?” Juyeon demanded, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. It thickened further under his touch, the head darkening to a deep, flushed purple.
“Please…” Eric’s eyes were glued to the movement, to the bead of moisture that welled at the tip. “Let me… let me try.”
Juyeon’s smirk widened. He took a step forward, until the hot, silken head of his cock was mere inches from Eric’s face. The musky, masculine scent was overwhelming. “Try what? Use your words.”
“Let me suck it,” Eric breathed, his own cock straining painfully against his sweats. “Let me suck your dick, hyung.”
Juyeon didn’t answer with words. He simply pushed forward, nudging the broad head against Eric’s lips.
Eric opened his mouth, his jaw already aching in anticipation. He tentatively licked the slit, tasting the sharp, clean pre-cum. The flavor was intoxicating, a direct line to the primal scene he’d witnessed. He opened wider, trying to take the head into his mouth.
It was impossible. He couldn’t. His lips stretched to a burning tautness, his teeth scraping against the sensitive skin. He gagged instantly, pulling back with a choked cough.
Juyeon let out a short, derisive laugh. “Pathetic. And you thought you could handle this?” He didn’t wait for another attempt. His hand tangled in Eric’s hair, fisting tightly, and he pulled his head forward. “You don’t get to set the pace. You just take it.”
He shoved his cock back into Eric’s mouth, this time with force. Eric’s eyes flew wide, watering instantly as the thick head breached his throat. He gagged, a violent, convulsing reflex, but Juyeon held him fast, pushing deeper.
“Relax your fucking throat,” Juyeon grunted, his hips beginning a shallow, brutal rhythm. He wasn’t fucking Eric’s mouth; he was fucking his throat, using it as a living, warm sleeve. Each thrust was a suffocating invasion, pounding against his gag reflex, stealing his air.
Tears streamed down Eric’s face, mixing with the saliva that dripped from his stretched lips. The sounds were obscene: wet, choking gulps, Juyeon’s low groans, the soft slap of skin. Eric’s hands came up, not to push him away, but to clutch weakly at Juyeon’s thighs, anchoring himself as his world narrowed to this single, brutal act of submission. The lack of air, the overwhelming fullness, the raw degradation—it ignited a fire in his own groin. He felt a shocking, intense pleasure coiling tight within him, his own untouched cock leaking a damp spot onto his sweats.
Juyeon saw it. He saw the tent in Eric’s pants, the helpless, pleasurable shudder that ran through the younger man’s body even as he was being brutally used. It fueled him.
“You like this, you little slut?” Juyeon growled, driving in harder, deeper. “You like choking on my cock? Gonna make yourself cum just from getting your throat wrecked?”
Eric could only make a gurgling, affirmative sound, his body trembling on the edge. The pressure, the shame, the sheer animal reality of it was too much.
Juyeon’s rhythm became frantic, his breath coming in sharp grunts. “Fuck… gonna fill your stomach… take it… take all my fucking cum…”
He slammed home one final time, burying his entire length, and held Eric there, impaled. A raw, guttural roar was torn from Juyeon’s chest as he erupted, pulse after hot, thick pulse flooding directly down Eric’s constricted throat. Eric swallowed convulsively, gagging and swallowing, the salty, bitter taste overwhelming his senses.
At the same time, his own body seized. A violent, unexpected orgasm ripped through him, his cock spasming untouched in his sweats, soaking the fabric with his own release. He came in silent, shuddering waves, his body jerking against Juyeon’s legs as he continued to swallow the last of his hyung’s cum.
Juyeon pulled out with a slick, obscene pop. Eric collapsed forward, coughing, gasping for air, strings of saliva and cum still connecting his lips to Juyeon’s softening cock. He knelt on the floor, panting, his body trembling with the aftershocks of a pleasure he never knew could exist in such violation.
Juyeon looked down at him, a look of cold satisfaction on his face. He tucked himself back into his sweats.
Eric was still on his knees, with the taste of Juyeon’s release still thick in his mouth and the warm, damp patch in his pants cooling against his skin.
“Clean yourself up,” he said smirking, his voice laced with mischief. “We have a soundcheck.”