Soul's Requiem (Chapter 18 Part 2)
Yunho began to panic.
His chest began to heave as he struggled to pull in enough breath to his starving lungs. He could feel the sudden burst of adrenaline coursing through his body, setting his hands to trembling. No matter the illogical bases of trying to take down two men that were twice his size, Yunho had to try, or he’d be left like Jaejoong, curled in some cell, waiting for death to come and claim him. Yunho wouldn’t give up without fighting for his freedom.
A large hand rested on his shoulder, startling him into action.
He grabbed the thick wrist and spun smoothly, jerking the arm forward in an attempt to upset the other male’s balance.
Yunho caught sight of Raewon lunging forward, face contorted with rage as he made a swing for Yunho, using his thick arm as a sort of club. Yunho quickly ducked and stepped to his left, avoiding Jungmin as the larger male crashed to the ground. He quickly straightened himself and swung his leg smoothly through the air until he felt it connect with Raewon’s abdomen.
There was a grunt of pain from the Raewon as he doubled over slightly and coughed in some attempt to draw oxygen back into his body.
Jungmin was quickly getting off the floor, his fists clenched at his side in a visible sign of his inner rage.
Yunho took the unguarded moment to lung at the door, as if it would magically unlock because he was pulling at the silver handle. Of course nothing happened.
He swung back around when he heard a growl from behind him, unprepared for the harsh sting of a whip cracking across his left shoulder.
A white-hot pain spread throughout his entire body as he crumpled to the ground, his scream echoing throughout the small interior of the room. He knew at that moment that his fight was over, his inevitable future had caught up with him once again.
Four hands jerked him off the ground before he was slammed against the wall, his head aching as it made contact with the white sheetrock.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jungmin snarled as he slammed Yunho against the wall again, the whites of his eyes red with the anger that was burning so hotly in his large body.
Yunho didn’t responded, his mind dazed from the hits he’d taken against the wall. Even if he had been in full possession of his mind, he wouldn’t have done them the pleasure of making a response. Nothing was going to change the situation now.
Yunho’s lack of response seemed to goad Jungmin even more, because he quickly jerked Yunho away from the wall, his right hand making quick work of getting the smaller male’s jeans and boxers pushed down to his knees.
“You think you can do whatever you want? You think you’ve got some kind of control or power here?” He snarled harshly as he roughly bent Yunho across the width of the metal table. “You’re nothing!” He growled hotly as he fisted his hands in Yunho’s hair and jerked the smaller male’s head backwards sharply. “You’re nothing but a whore, a complete waist of life.” He spoke the words as he undid his pants, freeing his dick from the confines of his pants.
Yunho felt the panic beginning to build in his chest, causing his breath to come out as short grunts of panic. He felt the hysterical need to cry and rage at same time. He wanted to break their necks and he wanted to run away to safety again. He could feel hot flesh pushed against his upper thighs, providing a stark contrast to the frigid metal that was cutting into his stomach and abdomen.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Raewon striding forward to stand in front of him, pants and boxers pushed down and his erection standing proudly within the cool room.
Yunho panicked at the sight, convulsing uselessly on the table as he fought to free himself from the inevitable. Jungmin’s grip on his hair tightened, lifting him off the table slightly, only to slam him back against the cold metal. “Stop fidgeting or we’ll call in more people.” He snarled darkly, his tone of voice showing that his threat was not an empty one.
Yunho stilled.
Raewon gave a dark chuckle before he grabbed a chunk of Yunho’s hair, motioning for Jungmin to let go. When the older male had removed his hand, Raewon forced Yunho’s head down, his hardened dick pushing insistently at Yunho’s pursed lips.
“If you cause any trouble, I’ll knock out all your teethe and cut out your tongue. Do you understand?” Raewon growled, his voice dark with lust and anger.
Yunho only managed to nod his head slightly before Raewon pushed into his mouth, instantly causing Yunho’s jaw to ache from the massive presence within his mouth.
He convulsed on the table as Raewon’s dick hit his soft-palate, causing his gag reflex to kick into gear. He could feel the contents of his already queasy stomach begin to stir harshly.
Raewon pulled back and thrust into Yunho’s mouth harshly, once again hitting the back of the other male’s throat.
Yunho had no idea how to accommodate him, no idea how he was supposed to get through his without spilling the contents of his stomach on the floor.
“He’s gonna barf.” Jungmin warned darkly, his hands gripping on Yunho hips as he positioned himself against Yunho’s tight anus.
Raewon quickly pulled from Yunho’s mouth, just managing to step back before Yunho was throwing-up the contents of his stomach onto the floor.
“Fucking pansy doesn’t even know how to give decent head.” Raewon snarled as he watched Yunho with an annoyed gaze.
Yunho dry heaved a few more times before he settled back onto the table, body beaded with sweat and his chest heaving. It seemed not a half-second later when Raewon was back, shoving his dick in Yunho’s face. Yunho felt as if he were going to throw-up again.
“You have to relax your throat. Breath through your nose.” Raewon instructed in a perturbed voice before he fisted his hand in Yunho’s hair once again. “Now finish it, you stupid fuck.” He didn’t wait for Yunho to open his mouth before he shoved in, groaning slightly from the friction.
“Hold on just a sec, Raewon. I’m about to go in, you might want to wait for his screaming to stop.” Jungmin advised, hardly giving Raewon enough time to pull out of Yunho’s mouth before he was plunging his dick into Yunho’s tight body.
The pain was instantaneous. The fire coursed through Yunho’s body as his unprepared sphincter muscles were stretched and ripped from the sudden and rough penetration.
Yunho screamed harshly, convulsing on the table in some sad attempt to free himself from the pain that was spreading throughout his entire body.
“Stop! Please!” Yunho begged, nearly yelling the words as he heard the guttural moans coming from the man standing behind him.
“Should be okay now.” Jungmin panted as he sunk fully into Yunho, his body tense from the pleasure he was feeling.
Raewon didn’t wait a moment longer before he pressed back into Yunho’s mouth , his groans mixing with Jungmin’s to form a sort of sick, staccato melody.
Yunho’s brain was on overload from the pain. It felt as if his jaw was going to break and that his body was simply going to split down the middle from the unwelcome intrusion. He was yelling against the dick in his mouth, tears spilling freely down his cheeks as he trembled from the pain and humiliation.
He felt like an animal, like a pig that was wallowing in the slop of rotten food and mud. He could do nothing to stop them from raping him; from taking his dignity and leaving him broken.
He felt as if time had suddenly slowed as the two men continued to thrust into him, taking their pleasure from his unwilling body.
Was this how Jaejoong had felt? Was this the torture he had gone through on more than on occasion? How many times had he been forced to relive the painful moments of being taken without preparation? How many pairs of dirty hands had slide across his skin and used him to fulfill carnal lust?
What about Junsu? It was clear what a lifetime of this would do to someone. How would his life had been if he’d had a real mother?
Yunho was jerked from his thoughts as he felt a sudden shudder from the man in his mouth. A moment later his bitter semen was shooting to the back of Yunho’s throat, not even giving him the option of not swallowing it.
He gagged slightly, his first impulse was to spit the vile stuff out of his mouth, but the presence of Raewon’s dick his in mouth was making it impossible to do anything but sit and swallow every single drop that was ejaculated into his mouth.
Yunho started counting the burnings thrusts from Jungmin, waiting in agony for the other male to finish.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
The pain only seemed to be increasing as tender muscles were continually battered,. Yunho wondered if there would be an end in sight. If he would be able to get out of this hell soon. He was just managing to hold his thin mockery of composure.
Finally, Jungmin let out a long line of curses, his body slumping forward slightly as he buried himself inside of Yunho, filling the younger male with his seed.
There was a long silent moment before Raewon pulled his pants back up and let out a long, low laugh. “For a prissy bitch, you ain’t a bad mouth-fuck.” He chuckled at his own words, seeming to think them rather witty.
“Is the taste in your mouth bad?” He questioned as he knelt down and scooped some of the vomit off the floor. “Try this, I’m sure it will help.” He snarled darkly before he easily forced his dirty hand into Yunho’s mouth, depositing the foul mix there.
Yunho gagged at the acidic taste that filled his mouth. It was twice as bad when it mixed with the taste of cum that still lingered in his abused mouth.
“I think he should have to clean-up his mess.” Jungmin joined in, seeming to have regained his composure after putting away his spent dick.
“Some animals eat their own vomit. Why not our slut here?” He questioned as he jerked Yunho’s abused body off the table and threw him to the floor. “Lick it off the floor.” He commanded with a gleeful smile, his arms crossing over his chest.
Yunho’s body pulsed with pain as he looked down on the puddle of vomit on the floor, his mind and body recoiling from the thought of consuming it.
“We don’t got all day, kid.” Raewon snarled as he brought his boot-clad foot up and pressed Yunho’s head down till his face was smashed in the puddle of vomit.
He chuckled triumphantly as Yunho gave a shudder of defeat and began to quickly lick the dirty floor.
It tasted awful, worse than Raewon’s dick in his mouth. It was acidic and made him stomach churn dangerously. But what could he do? He’d been defeated and trampled underfoot. He was broken.
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Jaejoong sighed softly as he continued to look at the wooden door, his top teeth coming out to chew lightly on his bottom lip. He’d woken up not long ago to find Yunho gone, leaving him in the empty cell by himself.
His ears were tingling as he tried to hear anything in the silence. He tried to tell himself that he was waiting for the sound of the lock to be turned…but he knew that he was really waiting to hear a scream or cry from the distance.
When the thought of Yunho being dead entered his mind, Jaejoong quickly pushed it away, refusing to let himself believe that he was alone once again. No matter how much he disliked Yunho, the other male was his only companion, which ended with a sort of natural bond forming between the two, whether they saw it or not.
The wringing silence was broken by the sound of the door clicking open and a slight moan drifting through the slightly open door.
“See you later, bitch.” A voice called with a slight chuckle before the door opened wider and Yunho’s body was simply tossed into the room, like a child would toss a toy onto the ground once they had lost interest in it.
Jaejoong’s eyes only flickered towards Yunho for a brief moment before he pinned wide eyes on the dim doorway, his breath hitching slightly as he waited for something to happen.
“Don’t even think about it, Raewon.” A deep voice commanded, causing the piggish face that had been leering at Jaejoong to contort with slightly anger.
“Aw c’mon, Jungmin. I ain’t gonna hurt him too bad.” His words became muffled when the door was abruptly shut, leaving Jaejoong and Yunho alone with each other again.
The scene was much like it had been the other night, with Yunho curled onto the floor and Jaejoong sitting, dithering between leaving him and comforting him.
Jaejoong could tell what happened from the blood soaking Yunho’s pants. He shuddered at the thought and curled into the corner a bit more, not wanting face the memories of the times he’d been abused like that.
He had intended to stay there, just like that, until the sound of a broken sob shattered the silence.
Yunho was crying.
“Jaejoong.” He sobbed into the dim room, his entire body heaving with the force of his strangled sobs.
“Jaejoong!” He wept again, turning slightly to look at Jaejoong with large, pitiful eyes.
It took no more than that to have Jaejoong limping over to Yunho, his own body still weak from the torture he had endured at the hands of Yunho’s men.
He looked terrible, his face was smeared with some sort of putrid smelling liquid, which Jaejoong figured was vomit. The cuts on his chest were seeping blood and the corners of his mouth appeared to be ripped. Jaejoong understood perfectly what had happened.
“You can get through it.” He whispered as he knelt down and gently rested his hand against Yunho’s trembling shoulder. He hated the feeling of pity and concern that was building in his chest. He could feel his heart begin to overflow with concern from the male laying before him. He understood all too well how it felt to be used like some toy; he understood how it felt to have his heart shatter in his chest as he realized that he was nothing important…just another slut to be used.
Jaejoong had no idea why he was doing it, but he laid himself on the floor and pulled Yunho into his embrace, simply letting the other male sob against his shoulder.
He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but he was slightly shocked when he felt Yunho’s arms wrapping themselves around his waist, pulling him closer as the tears seemed to double.
He was startled by the sudden clinginess, since he had always seen Yunho was being strength incarnate. Apparently not everyone was as strong as they wanted to believe.
And so the two sat in each other’s arms, Jaejoong gently running his hands through Yunho’s hair as the younger male sobbed against him, releasing the pain that had built in his heart.
Neither men could even imagine how much more pain was waiting in their future.