I was sitting waiting at a convenience store near the sauna entrance, nervously sipping on a beer. It had been a few weeks since I’d heard from Han. The messages I’d sent had gone unread. I had tried in vain to control myself, to stop obsessing over him, but found myself glued to his instagram stories and liking them within seconds of him posting. I felt a bit pathetic, but was still eager to remind him of my existence. The last time we’d met, after a night I still hadn’t completely patched together, we had chatted at a cafe for hours after breakfast about our lives in the city and before that. He’d grown up in Kazakhstan, but told me about a brief stint as a model in the US when he was 18. He was full of funny stories about the culture shock he’d experienced. It was hard to reconcile this almost goofy relaxed side with the guy who’d been spitting in my drinks and more…
Out of the blue, a text finally arrived, stating simply:
Meet at Hyung Friday at 9 pm.
There has been nothing else from him, so I was anxious as to whether he'd actually show. But sure enough at 9:10 a text arrived from him saying, “Here. Come.”
I approached the entrance and saw him there grinning in my direction. He looked behind him quickly to check if anyone was around, and then suddenly a ball of spit fired out of his mouth and splashed into my eye, running down my cheek.
“Alright, faggot? Ready to serve?”
I'd thought we'd lead with small talk after the hours chatting in the cafe, but his grin had turned hostile, so I could only utter an embarrassed “Yessir!” I followed him in without wiping my face. He told the guy at the counter I was paying, before grabbing a towel and sauntering on in. I quickly moved to pay the attendant who seemed to know exactly what was running down my face and grabbed a towel before hurrying after him.
He took his clothes off to reveal a smooth toned torso and hairy legs. His flaccid cock hung heavy amid trimmed pubes. I couldn't help but stare before feeling a crack across my face. He had slapped me hard.
“Get the fuck out of those clothes, faggot! On your hands and knees!”
I took all my clothes off, stuffed them in the locker, and went to take my towel, but he grabbed it first, saying, “I'll take that bitch. You won't need it.”
I made to follow behind him, but he put his arm around my neck and pushed down hard. I stumbled on to the ground.
“That's better. Heel, boy.”
I felt a lot of eyes on me as I made my way into the sauna proper on my hands and knees. But something about obeying Han, made my dick start to stir. We went into a seated area and Han put his feet up on the bench and motioned towards them. There were several other guys in the same area, a lot of them staring at Han. I took his feet in my hands and started to lick his toes. He laughed as his toes moved in and out of my mouth, “You like that, right? Dirty white faggot!” My cheeks burned red, but I felt a thrill at licking and sucking his toes while the other guys looked on. My dick was rock hard and he slapped it affectionately, saying “Excited to lick my feet, faggot?”
I could tell he was a bit tipsy as under the addictive musk of his perfume and body scent, I could smell beer.
“I had three beers at home, been holding it all the way here just for you, boy.” He gave me a gentle kick to the face to indicate he wanted to get up.
There were a lot of people checking Han out as he made his way to the toilet area. I thought he’d take me to a cubicle, but he just wandered over to a urinal. There were a few guys showering in the area next to the open toilet area. He gestured for me to approach the urinal. I knelt beside him and put my lips around his swollen but not fully hard cock. He looked around and gave a chuckle, before short bursts started to trickle into my mouth. I could taste the heady beer mixed with the acidic whiff of piss. As my mouth filled up, I choked and spat some of his piss out.
“Look what you’ve done,” he said, and with a start I realized he’d slapped me hard across the face. He started to spray his piss all over my body, face and hair, before bursting into that handsome smile of his. “Thank you, sir,” I muttered, half-ashamed, half-proud that he’d branded me with his smell. My lips closed around his cock once again and I swallowed the rest of his piss while he grinned down at my pathetic thirsty figure. I felt my asshole swell in excitement as his cock gradually got harder.
“You think you can take it?”
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Han was inside me. His thrusts reached deep inside me. My cock was rock hard as he pushed deeper and deeper into my ass.
He’d led me to a rubber mattress set up in a semi-dark area of the sauna and started to finger me as I lay legs up. “If I can fit three fingers in you, I reckon you can take it,” he had said, laughing as I squirmed. The circular motion of his fingers in my hole had driven me wild with anticipation and before I knew it I was full of his cock. I’d tried to retract my body away from the pain, but he had me pinned and fucked me hard and fast. Despite the pain, I felt pride at having this god-like man inside me. I caught glimpses of his muscled shoulders and his torso in the half light as he gyrated inside me. His fingers were in my mouth and I was sucking them like my life depended on it. This was a real man and I felt thrilled to be subject to his whims. Suddenly I felt him quicken and a warm sensation filled my ass. He mustered up enough energy to spit on my face before collapsing on top of me with a chuckle. “You know what to do,” he said derisively, but I did know what to do. What I wanted to do. I took his cock in my mouth and licked up every drop of cum and lube still on it. He was flaccid, but I was just enjoying the taste of sweat and perfume all around his crotch. That sudden rush of blood to my cheeks fired up again as he started to piss in my mouth again. Those beers really were going through him. I felt almost tipsy from them. I knew I wouldn’t hear from Han again in a while, so I made sure to savour every inch of him while he was in front of me. When he was done pissing, he gave me a slap and told me to open up. He gobbed into my mouth before stalking off. The other guys in the dark-room were just staring as all this happened. A few tried to approach me as I got up from the mattress. I pushed them away and tried to follow Han, but all his stuff was gone from the locker when I reached it. I knew it was useless to try and text him, so I just made my way home, cheeks still burning red from shameless pride.
