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“I’m sick and tired of Donald Na and all that bullcrap.”
“Really, now?”
Wolf’s heart dropped the second he felt a hand on his shoulder and heard the devil himself speak into his ear. His heart pounded in his chest, tongue caught in his throat. The hand on his shoulder squeezed him tightly.
“Ah, Wolf… Wolf Keum. So that’s how you feel?” Donald walked away, and Wolf found him silently letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “You’re sick and tired of all this? Really?” His face was relaxed, but Wolf knew that would change in an instant. “Is that really true?”
It was now or never. No point in pussying out when Donald already caught him talking shit. He glared up at Donald, gritting his teeth. “I’ve had enough. I’m sick of you and Jared Sun driving people mad with your sneaky little tricks. And I’m tired of being forced to play along with all the Union’s bullshit. I’m fed up with everything.”
Wolf sneered. “Quit using me for your dirty work. I’m not your fucking lapdog.”
A smile spread on Donald’s face. It started with his eyes, then his mouth caught up, until an ugly laugh sprouted from his chest. Wolf suppressed a shiver at seeing him act so unrestrained. He threw his head back, cackling, and Wolf thought that this was really what the Devil looked like.
“You can challenge me, if that’s what you think you’re capable of….” Donald walked in front of Wolf now, leaning down to meet his eye level. “But if you can’t, then just act like the dog you are.”
Wolf swung out of pure instinct, but the hit didn’t even connect before Donald simply grabbed him by the throat. Wolf’s voice came out strained, choking from the harsh grip Donald had around his neck. “Aw, Wolf. You’re just like a disobedient puppy. Since you’re one of the pricks I favored, I’ll teach you a special lesson.” He let go, and Wolf nearly stumbled to the floor if Donald hadn’t pressed him against the wall.
The taller man’s knee slipped between Wolf’s thighs and his eyes widened. “W-what?” Wolf’s voice was scratchy and rough. He was expecting to get punched and kicked, not… whatever this was. Was this seriously happening?
Donald’s smile was sadistic as he put more pressure on Wolf’s crotch. “You’re getting hard. Seems you like being treated like this. Who would have thought fearsome little Wolf Keum was this pathetic?”
Wolf stared in horror as his own body betrayed him, cheeks starting to flush from embarrassment and the pleasure he was getting from Donald’s knee steadily grinding into him. “Ah!” He slapped a hand over his mouth. There was no way he was actually getting turned on from this.
He tried pushing Donald off, but he simply grabbed Wolf’s wrists and pinned them above his head. He didn’t know why being so easily overpowered gave him a rush. Was it fear? Adrenaline? Or something else? Donald leaned over, whispering into Wolf’s ear. “Just be a good boy and take your punishment.”
He shivered and might have squeaked when Donald’s tongue traced part of his ear. “So you’re sensitive here, huh.” Wolf’s face was on fire at this point.
“Shut… sh—” Donald took advantage of his parted lips and shoved his fingers inside his mouth. He tried speaking around his fingers but found it hard to form any words, tongue lolling uselessly against the digits tracing parts of his teeth. First, his canines, then his molars, then directly shoved down his throat until he choked a bit more.
“You look better like this. Could almost convince me that you know how to behave.”
His mind was getting fuzzy, the sensations overwhelming even with just Donald’s knee and a bunch of fingers down his throat. He might cum in his pants if he keeps it up. Donald smirked. Looks like he noticed and pulled his knee away, fingers also slipping out of his mouth.
He unwillingly whimpered as the pleasure stopped. His knees nearly buckled. For some reason, a part of him was disappointed that it was over so quickly, but the other was entirely relieved. He couldn’t make eye contact with Donald, choosing to look at the floor before the man grabbed his chin and tilted his face upward. He could see the string of spit that hung between his lips and Donald’s fingers break. It was so gross.
His red eyes were piercing as he gazed at Wolf’s face appreciatively. Wolf already looked disheveled, face flushed, eyes wet, breath coming out in gasps. He always bruised easily, and the way Donald had grabbed his throat earlier were showing up as nice red marks. His glasses were skewed, hair even messier than before, and Donald felt a deep sense of satisfaction he hadn’t in a while.
When Wolf gathered his bearings and made a move to leave, Donald grabbed his shoulder and shoved him onto the desk. He wrenched his head back, heated glare focused on Donald. “Agh! What the hell?!”
“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you? That was hardly a punishment. In fact, it looks like you took it as more of a reward.” Wolf fell silent again. “Seems you’re learning. I guess you’re not totally hopeless.”
He didn’t stay silent for long as Donald began unbuckling Wolf’s pants, kicking his legs out in an attempt to land anything. “Are you crazy?!”
“If you can fight me and stop this, go ahead and try.” He went over to whisper into Wolf’s ear again. Wolf hated the way his low voice actually forced him to shiver this time. “But something tells me you don’t want it to stop. Make it easier on yourself, and submit.”
Wolf finally realized that fighting was helpless. He hated a lot of things. Getting his possessions taken away, like Jared Sun and that Julia bitch stealing his money, being punished, and being treated like Donald’s dog. But for some reason, today, that last part was scratching something in his brain. He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying it.
Donald smiled as he felt Wolf relax. “That’s it.” Wolf heard Donald reaching for something in his pocket, and something clicked open before a cold liquid was poured over his ass. Was he planning this all along by bringing that?! He jumped in shock, reflexively wriggling away, but Donald simply held him down as if he was just an unruly puppy.
A finger brushed over his hole and he yelped. “Relax, and it’ll go in easier. You don’t want it to hurt, do you? Or maybe you do, since you’re a fucking masochist.” Against his brain’s screams, Wolf did what Donald said, relaxing as best as he could. He tried his best to stay quiet, but he couldn’t help the groan that came out when Donald slipped the first finger in.
The finger thrusted in and out, preparing Wolf’s hole for a larger intrusion. Soon, a second finger was added, and he moaned involuntarily as Donald made a scissoring motion with his fingers, spreading him open. Wolf tried closing his legs out of embarrassment, since it must have been an obscene sight, but Donald simply held them open as he continued thrusting.
“A-ah?!” Wolf’s eyes flew wide open, disbelief apparent on his face.
“Found it.” And with that, a third finger joined in before Donald pistoned them in and out of Wolf’s hole. He made sure to hit his prostate with every thrust, and Wolf found it impossible to stay quiet. He couldn’t control himself, wanton moans filling the room and drool running down his chin and onto the desk.
It felt so good. His dick was harder than it had ever been in his life, leaking precum and bouncing uselessly as he rolled his hips against Donald’s fingers. “You’re so loud.” Pale fingers found their way to Wolf’s mouth, and he simply let them bully their way between his teeth and pet his tongue. It certainly didn’t hide his whining, but it helped hide most of the noise.
The downside of having his mouth full was that he couldn’t speak. “Mmf, khmmn!” He was getting close, and Donald didn’t look like he was going to let up. In fact, Wolf practically thought those fingers were getting faster. They skillfully pressed into his prostate, and his eyes rolled backwards. It’s like all of his thoughts were being forcefully wiped with every thrust.
With a muffled cry, he came all over the side of the desk. Cum spilled and dripped onto the floor as Wolf took a few moments to catch his breath. He felt boneless, only being held up from collapsing by Donald’s firm support. The other was quiet, fingers stilling inside Wolf’s hole, so Wolf glanced behind him to see what was happening.
Donald’s face darkened, eyes narrow with anger as he pulled out his fingers from his mouth to lift Wolf’s head up by his hair. Wolf winced from the sudden pain after being overwhelmed with pleasure just moments prior. “Did I say you could cum?”
He spoke through panting breaths. “You… didn’t say I couldn’t cum.”
Donald was quiet for a few seconds before releasing him, Wolf’s head thudding back onto the desk surface. “Fine. I’ll let you off with a warning not to do that again. Do you understand?”
Wolf nodded carefully, but Donald didn’t seem happy. “Use your words. Or are you really a dog that can’t speak?”
Wolf quickly opened his mouth to appease his boss. His voice was hoarse. “Yes, sir.”
“Aw, so you can listen sometimes. Good boy.” Donald ran his hand through Wolf’s hair, and it felt so demeaning. It was like he was just an animal. He couldn’t deny he liked it, though, and leaned into the touch subconsciously. Donald chuckled. “Fucking pathetic.”
Soon, Wolf heard the sound of a belt being undone and a zipper getting pulled down. Something stiff poked at his hole and he whimpered as it slid back and forth, threatening to slip in but not quite. “Beg for it.”
The shock rendered Wolf still for a bit, but Donald wasn’t taking silence for an answer. He slapped Wolf’s ass hard and earned a yelp. “I said beg.”
Wolf’s pride was officially ruined. He could tell Donald to fuck off. He could call him a motherfucker, yell at him to leave, say something that at least showed he wasn’t about to get fucked in the ass and like it. But then there was the delicious weight of Donald’s cock on his hole, tip prodding at the rim. Wolf bit his lip hard, drawing blood.
“Please….”
“Please what?”
God, he was so pathetic. Wolf used his hands to spread his ass open, showing off his gaping hole. It was wet with lube, glistening, and Donald found himself grinning at the sight. “Please, Donald. Fuck me.”
Without any further fanfare, Donald’s cock pushed into Wolf’s hole. Wolf moaned loudly as it entered him. It was so much bigger than Donald’s fingers, stretching him out even despite Donald’s generous preparation. His cock was huge, certainly larger than Wolf’s own which was pathetically weeping precum. He thought he might die. The unkillable Wolf Keum, dead by dick.
When Donald bottomed out, Wolf didn’t know what to do next. Donald suddenly put a hand over Wolf’s stomach, pressing down. Wolf cried out. He felt so full. He’d never felt more full in his entire life, and here he was, stuffed to the brim with the largest cock he’d ever seen in his life. It felt so hot inside him. “Feel that? That’s me inside your slutty fucking hole.”
When Donald thrusted, Wolf couldn’t stop the yelp that escaped him. “Fuck, you’re so tight. This is your first time getting fucked like a bitch, isn’t it?” It was like a moan got fucked out of him every time Donald’s cock was rammed into his hole. After a few experimental thrusts, Donald found his prostate. “Aw, found it. You’re clenching around me like a pro. Maybe that’s what you’re good for? Being my bitch?”
Everything felt so hot. His face was red, overheating, and so was his brain because he couldn’t form a single coherent thought that wasn’t just him screaming about how good he was getting fucked. He pushed his hips back to meet each thrust, hole involuntarily spasming around Donald’s length.
Wolf’s speech was slurred, too gone to stop himself from drooling or even saying embarrassing shit. “Ah-ahh, hah, so good, so good….” His eyes were hazy, face wet with tears from the sheer overstimulation. It wasn’t fair. This was too good. Punishment? This was like a reward. “Thank… Thank youuu….”
Donald was a lot quieter than Wolf, groaning lowly. The squelch of lube and the sound of their hips meeting was absurdly lewd. Wolf didn’t even bother reaching down and touching his own dick. A familiar heat was building in his gut and he tried to give a proper warning this time now that Donald’s fingers weren’t in the way.
“I- I wanna… wanna cum!”
Donald gripped the base of Wolf’s cock, brushing his thumb over the slit, and Wolf keened. His legs kicked out reflexively, like he just got shocked. “What’s the magic word, puppy?”
“Please! I’ll do anything, just please, let me cum….”
Donald continued rubbing the head of Wolf’s cock and Wolf seriously felt like he was going to die. “Because you asked so nicely, I’ll let you cum.”
And with a few strokes, Wolf was cumming for a second time that day, back arching into the hard wooden desk, toes curling. His glasses, miraculously still on his face, were foggy from the heat of his body. His eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open in a gasp, tongue lolling out and joining the drool already on his chin.
“You should look at yourself, you look just like a dog.” Wolf wasn’t really comprehending what Donald was saying, weakly meeting his unrelenting thrusts. Wolf heard a camera snapping sound, and Donald shook his phone in front of him. “Some souvenirs. I took a few more earlier, too. It’d probably be better for you to behave unless you want these going somewhere, right?”
He pocketed his phone again. This time, his thrusts got faster, less uniform than before, and Wolf couldn’t help but clench down even harder due to the overstimulation after cumming twice. “If you’re gonna act like a bitch, I bet you’ll like getting bred like one.”
Donald’s hands had a tight grip on his hips, using his leverage to get even deeper. One harsh final thrust, and Wolf felt something hot flood his insides. He whined at the new fullness, cum beginning to trick out even with Donald still lodged inside his hole. It felt so demeaning, like he was being owned, but it was satisfying.
Donald pulled out, no longer supporting the weight of Wolf’s body. Wolf slid off the desk and collapsed to the ground, warm cum leaking out of his gaping hole, thighs twitching from the aftershock of being on the receiving end of such a thorough fucking. He had taken many brutal beatings before. In fact, he had just gotten beat by Eunjang’s White Mamba. But nothing compared to the feeling of being so thoroughly exhausted yet sated after being railed within an inch of his life.
Donald took one final picture of his work, admiring the view of a once-proud Wolf Keum being defiled. He pointed to Wolf’s bag. “I’m going to leave this here. If you want a repeat of what happened today… come to my office in Yeouinaru.”
He left without another word, and Wolf simply passed out.