It's an interesting game. That is how he looks at it, like something playful that takes practise. He's not bad at it as it is, but he wants to get better, to up his ante. To get closer to reading him and every little cue. That is the only way to get in control. That's why it's been going on for a while, him poking holes in plastic bags that are being put over the head of someone else. Just before the passing out happens. Or at least trying to make it so.

Every time his finger breaks the plastic barrier and enters his mouth and touches his tongue, just before the gasping begins, he gets a rush. That little nanosecond of uncertainty, if he's actually going to breathe again, it's fantastic.

He seems sluggish now. His gasps aren't as explosive, they are more like sighs. It's not as entertaining after a while. So he decides to watch him instead, realising that he forgot all about the purpose of the game itself. To ask questions.

"Hey, Bum? Listen." He gets an almost inaudible moan in response. "Did you find what you were looking for? In my phone?"

It looks like he's trying to open his eyes, trying to fixate them, but he ends up having them closed. He looks really unattractive, covered in maybe seven layers of plastic. It's distracting, not at all like the clip he was watching before.

He goes to get a pair of scissors, feeling an annoyance bubble up. Why didn't it look the same? Why wasn't he giving him the same exhilaration?

He returns, sits down next to him. "You're weak, you know that? To think that something as fundamental as breathing is difficult for you, huh?" The lack of response infuriates him, but it passes quick. He bops him over the head with a scoff.

The scissors dig into Bum's skin a little as he tries to get them underneath all those layers of duct tape. It's hard to make them fit, the tape is tight. "It would be easier if I just just press your throat together. Then I wouldn't cut you, there would be more room."

He manages to cut through the tape eventually, and removes the layers upon layers of plastic.

"Are you thirsty? You're not saying much."

"...yes… Wat...er."

"Sure. I'll get you some. But you will have to tell me what you found in my phone before you drink. Deal?" He thinks he sees a small nod and goes off to fetch a bottle of water. When he returns, he notices that he's moved. Rolled over a little to his side.

"Feeling better? You seem tired, Bum." He sits down next to him, pulls him close so that his narrow back is against his chest. "So, about my phone, Bum. It was really low of you to use it. Tell me, what did you find?"

"...photos…" It sounds like he's speaking with the help on an exhale.

"You looked at my photos? Tsk. They're not meant for you. What did you see?"

"...ater, please… Sangwoo…"

"That was not what we agreed on. You seem to be digging a deep hole right now. I don't know if I can trust you at all, you know."

"There… was… a girl."

"A girl? Really? What was she doing?"

He makes a feeble attempt to reach for the water bottle. It's easy to stop him, all he has to do is to stretch his arm out a bit. Bum's hands feel floppy as he touches his elbow and upper arm, seemingly trying to get him to give in.

"What was she doing?!" He screams into his ear. Feeling him flinch.

"...on top of you."

"Not so hard, was it?" He unscrews the cap and offers Bum a sip. "What else?"

"Sangwoo… I…"

"Tell me. You're the one who took my phone."

"She… you were hav… ing sex."

He laughs and holds the bottle to Bum's lips. "You liked that, huh? Did you see the texts too?"

He nods.

"What did you think of them? Makes you curious?"

"I know it's… true. I… I've felt you."

Of course, it was meant just for him. The images, the texts. There wasn't anything else on the phone other than his contacts. He just wanted to see what he would do, how he would react when he saw proof of him choosing someone else. Choosing a woman.

Apparently, finding the pictures of her riding him as he took them, making sure that he would get a glimpse of his dick as she was on her way of filling herself up, had made Bum feel something. Reading every whorish text about him being big and screwing her good obviously had some kind of effect too.

"What did you enjoy more?" He wants to know, needs to know, for further reference.

"Seeing you." His voice is low, almost too low to hear.

"Seeing me? Aren't you a perv. But that's what you like, huh?"

"Y… yes."

He feels his taped up hands against his crotch. They're not really exploring, not really resting there. It's like they're doing something in between. Something that could seem unintentional. But he knows better, he's pawing at him again because that is how he is. A perverted, effeminate piece of shit that thinks he's going to get love in return.

So, he shoves him. He falls forward, even though the effort was miniscule. With his face ending up against the floor and his ass showing underneath the skirt.

"That's what you like, you said. Seeing me. Now you're going to feel me too."

He slides down Bum's underwear, hearing him make noise between a gasp and a whimper. As he pushes in, the whimper becomes a cry. He likes it, maybe he can control the noises he makes if he's a bit inventive. He pushes, hard. Doing repeated, forceful thrusts makes him cry out.

"Sa… ah! Ah! No, no!"

Making the same sounds as any woman I've ever fucked. Shit, he's lewd.

"St...op. Please, Sangwoo, sto… ah!"

"You like that? Taking it in the ass like that?"

"Ngh… ah, y… yes!"

He goes slow, making every plunge inch its way into him. Trying to assess what happens. Bum becomes silent, following his motions instead of resisting them like before. It's not as fun, so he begins anew. Trying to barge in with force, needing that ridiculous cry in order to find it interesting. This time, Bum doesn't disappoint. He let's out a sound that sounds like an union between a gargle and a moan.

He flips him over, so he ends up on his back. Taking hold of one of his legs to use it for leverage, for stability. Bum's head bobs back and forth as he continues to press into him.

"Hey, Bum? Are you unconscious?" He stops to investigate, and drops the leg with a thud. It seems like he is, with his eyes being half-closed and the whites of his eyes glaring underneath the eyelids. Not moving, not resisting. Not making any noises.

"You never fail to disappoint, you retard." He reaches for the cloth and leans over, putting it over Bum's face. "Time to wake up!" He takes the water bottle and pours it over the incline underneath the cloth, knowing very well that it is his nose.

Almost immediately, Bum starts to cough, sputter and flail with his body as the water finds its way down his airways. So he begins to thrust anew, but it feels difficult not using both hands. He empties the bottle before he continues, leaving the cloth where it was.

"You see, Bum," he says as he pushes, going as deep and as far as he possibly can, feeling exhilarated by the screams, "I find it pathetic that you think I would really fuck you. I mean, fucking you is like fucking my mom. It's just wrong." He reaches for the cloth and yanks it off Bum's face with a flourish. "Surprise!"

He sees Bum's eyes dash from left to right before he looks down. Wanting to see what he's doing to him, no doubt. How filled up he is. How ravaged he's been by the zucchini.

Bum's eyes is starting to tear up, he's trying to wriggle away, close his legs. Trying to get away instead of resisting, pushing back, going with the rhythm. "Sangwoo, no! Please, please… please stop! I beg of you!"

He humors him, feeling empowered by his discovery. He pulls out the zucchini with a laugh. "To think you thought that I would actually do that! Oh, you're so amusing. Really, Bum?" He slides over to Bum's side.

He grips his cheeks, pressing in hard, making him open his mouth. "Open wide, Bum."

He can't speak with his cheeks being pushed together like that, but his head tries to whip from side to side, his body tensing up.

"What," he asks in a mocking tone. "If this was my dick, you would be all over it, wouldn't you?" He presses the zucchini into Bum's mouth, past his lips and feels it scrape against his teeth. "What do you taste like? Shit?"

As vomit start to seep through the corners of Bum's mouth, he stands up. Amused and also a little disgusted by the display. "I'll get a bucket for you. Also… you might want to brush your teeth. Throw the old one away when you're done, okay? I'll get you a new one."

He turns around, feeling ready to go and find that bucket. But he remembers one thing, one thing from before. Something that he just has to share with the sad excuse crying on the floor.

"Don't feel bad, Bum. My mom did the exact same thing."