One Shot, One Chance; Youngjae/B.A.P; NC-17 (1/2)
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this is basically just youngjae getting fucked by everyone in b.a.p while his hands are chained. yes i got my inspiration from my own tweet. yes i was judging myself the entire time i was writing this. yes i feel so dirty right now.
warning: dubcon
*
The first thing that registers in Youngjae's mind when he gains consciousness is that his head hurts. A lot.
He lets out a low, hoarse groan, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain doubles, then triples, feeling as though the back of his skull is being rammed with a jackhammer. Eventually, the pain subsides until what remains is a dull, consistent throbbing.
Youngjae breathes, unsteady and staggered, then coughs as he inhales dust through his mouth. He tries to muffle his coughing fit with his hand, but realizes he can't. The realizations dawns on him slowly, as if his common sense is still trying to catch up on him from whatever deep slumber he had been in, but when it finally sinks in, he can only manage to let out a shaky gasp, eyes finally wide open to survey his surroundings clearly.
There are two more things Youngjae realizes then; first is that he has no idea where he is (only that the place he's in now is humid and dark and silent), and second, that his hands are chained above his head, the cold metal biting against the soft skin of his wrists, making him shiver involuntarily.
Youngjae feels dread seeping through his skin, and suddenly he feels so helpless and trapped and confused and scared that it overwhelms him, making him do the very thing that he will later on regret; he calls for help.
*
Help comes in the form of five, dark figures rounding the corner about a minute after Youngjae had shouted, voice hoarse but determined. The footsteps had come first, and Youngjae had felt his heart plummet and jump with relief, glad that he was not alone.
"Oh god, oh god, help me-" he had said, over and over again as the footsteps drew nearer. Youngjae couldn't stop babbling and calling out to whoever was beyond the vastness of his prison, even though at the back of his mind a voice told him in that small, terrified voice, "Why do those footsteps sound so urgent? Why do they sound like they have a purpose? Why does it sound like there's more than one person?"
The last question makes him stop midsentence, his mouth hanging slack as he realizes that yes, there's definitely more than one person. And they haven't been calling back at all. Just walking towards him with silent and determined steps. Youngjae stares ahead, goosebumps running down his body, making him tremble as the footsteps grow louder and nearer and closer until he sees them.
Five outlines have appeared just beyond Youngjae's line of vision, and judging from their postures and stances, he concludes that they're all boys.
No one says anything for what could be an eternity. The five figures are standing in a neat line, all facing Youngjae, like a pack of lions sizing up a trapped deer.
Finally, one of the figures steps forward, the low, single light casting down on his face as he meets Youngjae's startled gaze.
"H...hyung?" he says, voice just above a whisper, because even though Yongguk's face has always been familiar, the person standing before him now feels so distant, so unfamiliar, to the point that it scares Youngjae.
One corner of Yongguk's lips tugs upward, as if the boy's discomfort had brought him immense pleasure.
"Youngjae...?" Yongguk's tone is mocking, his face leering and Youngjae, for the life of him, cannot understand why this is even happening, why the older man is acting this way, and why-
Youngjae feels his throat constrict, eyes going even wider as the other figures step forward, exposing themselves under the eerie glow of the light.
Youngjae knows them all. He knows Yongguk and Daehyun and Himchan and Jongup and Junhong, but now, right at this moment, with their eyes sharp and their smiles feral, Youngjae does not know them.
He does not know these people at all.
*
"Why do you look so scared, Youngjae?" Himchan breaks the cold silence with his even colder voice. He walks forward, unaware of the other boys' looks of annoyance. He walks and walks until he's about three feet away from Youngjae, who's now backed up against the chain-link fence that ultimately traps him from behind, his chains rattling as he unsuccessfully tries to get away. "What are you running away for?"
"No- you're not-" Youngjae falters, and gives up altogether, just shaking his head frantically and tugging at his binds and trying to think of something, anything that would save him from this situation-
"I'm not what?" Himchan asks, sounding as if they're currently sitting in some coffee shop and exchanging easy conversation. "I'm not your Himchan hyung? We're not your friends at all?"
It terrifies Youngjae how easily Himchan could read his exact thoughts, which exactly proves his point that whoever these people are, they are not the same people he knows. They are strangers. And just as the saying goes, never trust strangers.
"I'm definitely not your Himchan hyung," the older man continues, as if completely unaware of Youngjae practically shaking with fright. He takes yet another step forward, earning him a warning growl from Yongguk. "Relax," Himchan says easily, glancing at the other boys over his shoulder before landing his gaze back on Youngjae. "I'm just trying to prove a point."
He offers Youngjae a winning smile, but his eyes are clouded with so much more that Youngjae cannot bring himself to meet his gaze. Himchan doesn't seem to mind, and without an ounce of hesitation, he closes the space between them, his breath landing heavy and hot against Youngjae's cheek.
"What are you-" Youngjae starts, and his eyes widen as he feels it, Himchan's half-hard cock pressing against his thigh. His chains rattle as his hands jerk in surprise, aching with the instinct to push the man away. No one's ever been this near, this intimate with him, not with a man, and especially not with Himchan.
"You're so scared, aren't you?" the man leers, lips barely against the skin of Youngjae's neck. Himchan's words sear themselves into the pores of his skin, marking him more intimately than any tattoo ever could. "You don't even know how much this turns me on."
No, Youngjae thinks, mind racing with this single word, Nononononono-
"Hyung," a surprisingly meek voice startles everyone, and they turn to see Jongup, looking a bit sheepish, but, gazing southwards, Himchan smirks at the sight of his blooming erection.
"Do you want to go first, Jonguppie?" Himchan asks sweetly, as if he's offering a 5 year-old kid a very rare and very special candy. Jongup bites his lower lip, unable to answer, but from the heated look he gives Youngjae, the answer is painfully obvious.
"Is it okay with you?" Himchan fixes his eyes on Yongguk, who shrugs and looks at Jongup with what could be affection.
"I don't mind if it's Jonguppie," he says, voice low and tender. "he definitely deserves it."
What is wrong with these people, Youngjae screams internally. Outwardly, he merely freezes in terror, hands still shaking and lips pale.
"Thank you, hyungs." Jongup smiles, and for a moment familiarity stirs in Youngjae. That is Jongup, all bright smiles and shy glances and hesitant steps, but then when Jongup presses up against him, the boy's mouth right against Youngjae's ear, the feeling crumbles down until what's left is the same panic from earlier, because what Jongup whispers almost harshly against his ear is something Youngjae would have never thought the boy was even capable of saying-
"I'm going to fuck you, hyung."
*
The next seconds are all a blur of ripped clothes and shredded pride and helpless pleas before Youngjae stands there, naked and vulnerable to five pairs of hungry, almost predatory eyes.
"Shit, Youngjae." Daehyun murmurs almost reverently, not even ashamed that he's rubbing himself as he stares at Youngjae, as if he's trying to burn the image at the back of his eyelids. Youngjae grits his teeth and looks away, face burning with humiliation and confusion and anger, making him breathe so hard that his chest visibly rises and falls.
"Hyung," Jongup's voice is sweet and apologetic as he brings a hand up to angle Youngjae's face back to his line of sight. He's smiling so wide that one would think he's successfully won a Pokémon game or something of the sort, but in reality he's actually proud of himself for effortlessly undressing Youngjae with little to no struggle from the latter. "why do you look so mad? I don't mind though. You still look cute anyway."
"Shut up." is Youngjae's reply, quick and raw and filled with all the hatred he can muster in that moment. "Shut the fuck up. Don't call me hyung, because I don't know you. Fucking don't touch me-"
Youngjae jerks his head away so Jongup loses his hold on his chin. And for good measure, he decides to spit on the boy, right in the face.
There's a tense atmosphere after that, and for a while Youngjae feels pride bloom in his chest, feeling as if he's invincible and on the top of the world- then he sees the rest of the boys exchanging wary glances at each other, with Yongguk stepping forward with a slight frown on his features, almost as if he's worried-
"Don't." comes Jongup's voice, or what Youngjae assumed was his, seeing as he hears it right against his ear. His voice sounds so different, so dark and sinister that Youngjae internally whimpers. "Don't come any closer, Yongguk hyung."
"But Jongup-"
"I won't hurt him..." Jongup says, face leveling with Youngjae's. He wipes the spit away with a rough hand, grimacing a little before pressing closer against Youngjae, his jeans rubbing hotly against Youngjae's flaccid dick. Then he leans forward, lips breaking into a smile that can only be described as sadistic. "...too badly."
Youngjae feels the room shrink at that point, his heart beating so hard against his chest he's sure it will burst out any moment. His fingers are clenched so tightly, knuckles white and veins popping out.
All the while, Jongup is completely oblivious to this, and busies himself with pressing kisses against Youngjae's neck, occasionally biting hard enough to leave a mark, earning a pained noise that dies in Youngjae's throat, seeing as he refuses to give Jongup, to any of them, the satisfaction they so badly want.
But then Jongup reaches a hand between his legs, roughly tugging at Youngjae's cock, and the feeling itself shocks the older boy so much that he lets out a gasp, chains rattling as his hips messily jerks towards Jongup's hand, an unconscious act that Youngjae inwardly curses.
"See? Your body likes it. So you should too, Youngjae hyung." Jongup smiles smugly before he continues his pathway of kisses and hickeys on Youngjae's skin. Jongup angles his head low enough so Youngjae can see the rest of the boys, and he feels his heart jump at the sight of them either openly gawking at him or jerking themselves off, eyes trained on him.
"Fuck," Yongguk tears his eyes away, fists clenched tightly at his sides. He refuses to touch himself. Not now. Not yet. Beside him, Himchan already has his pants down his ankles, shamelessly working himself to full hardness as he practically ogles Jongup and Youngjae.
Junhong and Daehyun stare on with a mostly quiet demeanor, but Youngjae spots their erections, straining against the confines of their jeans, and bites his lip in spite of himself.
What the fuck, he finds himself thinking as he is snapped back to the present, with Jongup jerking him off in urgent, precise strokes. He's actually getting hard now. He's actually getting hard because Jongup is touching him, because the rest of the boys are looking at him with so much desire that they'd practically drop to their knees at any moment for him-
What the fuck, Youngjae thinks again, his throat dry. What's left of his pride is completely shattered, the splinters sharp enough to pierce through the logical side of his brain, enough to make him arch his back and to meet Jongup's fist with his own hips, and enough for him to just forget all sense of who he is and where he is and what his friends are doing to him, because, when it all boils down to it, he feels good.
He feels good.
*
Jongup's hand stops just when Youngjae's about to cum, and the disappointed noise that leaves his throat makes him feel both flustered and dismayed. The boys from the distance perk up upon hearing this, and they look at each other, as if sharing a common secret that Youngjae doesn't know, probably will never know.
"I'm still going to fuck you, remember?" Jongup is saying, and Youngjae finds himself staring at the boy's feet, head limply dangling by his shoulders as both shame and desire burns him to the core. Jongup smiles, running a hand down Youngjae's round cheek, trailing to his chest, then to his side, and finally to grip his upper thigh. "I don't want to hurt you, but it will hurt, hyung. No matter what, it'll hurt."
Youngjae continues to stare at the floor, blushing hotly, his eyes glazed over. Jongup purses his lips, then effortlessly lifts Youngjae's leg, his hand strong and firm as he grips the older boy's upper thigh.
Jongup reaches from behind his own pocket and takes out a packet of what Youngjae could only assume was lube. Jongup did mean what he said; he didn't want to hurt Youngjae... too badly.
"Okay," Jongup rips open the packet with his teeth, grimacing at himself for doing such a cliché porno tactic, but shrugs and gives Youngjae a cheeky grin instead. Youngjae swallows the thick lump in his throat and chances a glance over Jongup's shoulder. The others are still watching him, and from his limited line of vision he can see Himchan wiping himself, his face red while breathing shallowly.
"I'd have cum ten times already and I still wouldn't have fucked Youngjae," he's saying almost sulkily. Yongguk laughs bitterly at that, his hands still clenched by his sides.
"Hey, Jongup hyung!" Junhong calls out suddenly, the pitch of his voice high enough to tell that he's getting pissed. "Get on with it already!"
Daehyun, as talkative as he usually is, barely utters a sound, and instead rubs himself through his jeans once more, staring directly at Youngjae.
It surprises Youngjae, seeing all of them getting hot and impatient like this, with him as the main object of their frustrations. They're his friends after all; they've gone through so much together, yet there was never a time he felt that they ever wanted him this way. "How sure are you that they are your friends?" the small voice at the back of his mind speaks up once more, a little more firm and persistent this time. Somehow, the thought makes Youngjae feel hollow, and he stiffens just as Jongup runs a hand down the cleft of his ass.
"What's wrong?" Jongup senses Youngjae's discomfort, and it pains the older boy to see what could possibly be genuine concern. He wants to ask, Are you real? Is this real? Do you all really want me this way?, but he doesn't. Instead, Youngjae forces down all his questions and meekly shakes his head. This is all a dream, he simply concludes in his head, this is all a dream, so I might as well enjoy myself.
Jongup feels Youngjae gradually growing pliant once more, so he takes the opportunity to bring one of his lubed fingers close to the pucker of Youngjae's hole, lips tight as Junhong urges him on in the background.
Jongup traces the outline of his entrance, closely staring at Youngjae's face, whose eyes are screwed shut, bottom lip caught in his teeth. "Hyung," the younger boy simply says as a warning.
"Get the fuck on with it!" comes Himchan's irritated voice, overlapping even Junhong's impatient nagging. Jongup tightens his jaw, nods, and slides his first finger into Youngjae's tightness.
The feeling is mostly weird and foreign, and Youngjae feels simply as what it is; a finger up his ass. There is no time for eloquence as something as dirty as this, only bluntness and vulgarity that comes with raw want.
Jongup moves his finger around, then starts pumping in and out at a sloppy pace. Youngjae's other leg, the one that isn't caught in Jongup's grasp, trembles with the lewd action.
"Mm," Youngjae whimpers, pressing the back of his head against the chain-link face behind him. Jongup is breathing hard against his neck, eyes almost crossed in concentration, and after a few moments of mere pumping, he adds in a second finger.
This time, Youngjae feels the stretch as Jongup wastes no time in making scissoring motions with his two fingers. Youngjae gasps and involuntarily tries to reach out and grasp Jongup's back, hair, arms, basically anything just so he won't lose his balance. Instead, the chains rattle noisily, clearly against his movements. Jongup seems to catch on though, and presses his hips against Youngjae's, his clothed erection rubbing directly against Youngjae's own, already leaking precum. He holds him there, so even as Youngjae's leg wobbles dangerously, he won't lose his balance.
"Shit, I wanna see-" Youngjae hears Himchan mutter. "I wanna see how Jonguppie scissors his asshole. Come on, Yongguk, can I-"
"Shut up, Himchan." Yongguk calmly interjects, or what could be calm, only that his own voice sounds a bit strained. Youngjae so badly wants to see what Yongguk is doing to himself, why he sounds so strangled, but his line of his sight is all Jongup.
Jongup, who's now trying to wriggle in a third finger, face set in deep concentration-
"Ah-" Youngjae gasps so loudly that even Himchan's babbling comes to an instant halt. Jongup looks up at the older boy's face, confused. "It..." Youngjae stutters, flushing from his face down to his neck. "It felt good."
The smile that spreads on Jongup's face upon hearing this is probably the most brilliant smile Youngjae has seen (and will ever see) Jongup make in his entire lifetime.
Jongup continues working Youngjae open, alternating between pumping his fingers in and out and scissoring him, occasionally hitting that spot that made Youngjae's knees tremble and his toes curl and his face flush a violent pink.
Finally, finally (after more persistent urging from Himchan and Junhong), Jongup takes his fingers out, flashing an already blissed-out Youngjae another smile before he takes the older boy's other thigh, so that now Youngjae is practically floating, with his only sense of balance both Jongup's strong grip on him and his own naked back pressing rather painfully against the fence. Jongup quietly guides Youngjae to place his legs around his waist, and it takes a few clumsy tries before Youngjae successfully hooks his legs around Jongup, his cock pressing against the younger boy's stomach.
"Let me just," Jongup murmurs, breath fanning Youngjae's cheek as he leans close while simultaneously unzipping his pants. Jongup's cock springs free, and Youngjae doesn't exactly see it, more like he feels it against him, hard and thick and swollen.
"Ah," Jongup merely lets out before he gulps down any further noise. He breathes sharply through his nose a few times, then adjusts both their positions until Youngjae is pressed further against the fence, Jongup's dick lined perfectly with Youngjae's hole.
"Is this okay?" Jongup asks all of a sudden, the moment temporarily losing its intensity as he surveys Youngjae with his small, unreadable eyes. Youngjae's own eyes are hooded, and he feels the blood pumping thickly in his ears, making him hear nothing else but the own roar of lust that all of them had sparked in him.
"Yes," he replies, almost breathlessly. Then he hangs his head low, ultimately chastised when he hears the malicious chuckles from the group of boys watching them fervently.
Jongup merely nods though, as if he's some stern businessman closing a very important business deal with his client. It's strictly professional, the way he handles himself as he rubs his cock once against Youngjae's entrance, signaling his impending intrusion.
Youngjae inhales deeply in reply, his eyes rolling back as he squeezes his eyelids shut, feeling the delicious burn as Jongup's cock slides into him, thick by thick inch. He has never felt anything like this, and it shocks him how much he is actually letting this happen, how he's so pliant and soft and easy as he takes more of Jongup's cock, his hot flesh catching and pulling against the intrusion.
"Y... o-okay?" Jongup swallows around his words, breathing so hard his exhales come out as humid puffs against Youngjae's cheeks, fanning his eyelashes. The older boy replies by biting his lower lip, eyes still downcast as the reality hits him as hard as the want and the pain battling in his better sense.
The truth is, it hurts, the way Jongup's cock is forcing itself into something that should never be intruded so vilely in the first place. It hurts so much that Youngjae's vision starts to blur, and his cock, which had been fully hard a few moments before, is currently turning soft at the lack of stimulation.
Jongup, on the other hand, feels so completely blissed-out that he can't even form coherent thoughts without them crumbling down into sad pieces of would-be words in his mouth, instead coming out as breathless moans as Youngjae's tight heat squeezes around him, his sense of self-control ebbing away the more he pushes his dick in. He desperately holds on to the last bit of sensibility he has, his hips stuttering into a shallow thrust in an attempt to reciprocate the pleasure he's feeling, but Youngjae remains almost stoic, the only indication that he's still aroused is the glazed-over look in his hooded eyes, staring at the floor.
A wave of unrestrained lust hits Jongup so hard then, and he grips Youngjae's thighs so much harder that it's obvious there will be bruises much, much later. He wants to fuck Youngjae senseless, but at the same time, he hesitates, because this is Youngjae's first time, and he has to be gentle- he doesn't want to hurt him-
"Fuck him senseless!" Himchan practically hollers, hand tight around his own dick as he pumps himself to full hardness once more, unaware that he is in complete contrast with Jongup's thoughts.
Youngjae groans quietly, lips barely parted as he darts a glance at Jongup, eyelids so low that the younger boy can barely read the message in his eyes. Jongup's throat tightens, just in time with Youngjae's heat clenching around his dick, and in that moment Jongup finally throws his restraints out the window, following Himchan's insistent command as he suddenly thrusts so hard Youngjae's chains rattle, the older boy's body visibly bouncing as he finally takes the last inch of Jongup's cock.
"Fuck," Youngjae hears Daehyun curse, followed by someone unzipping their jeans. Jongup latches his mouth on the older boy's skin again, sucking and biting as he pulls out almost all the way, then pushes all the way in with one swift motion, Youngjae's legs trembling as the process repeats once, twice, thrice until Jongup is thrusting in and out of him with not so much as a breath between each interval.
"J-Jonggh- u-uh-" Youngjae can barely even speak now, words dying into useless babbles as Jongup practically pounds into him, his thighs quaking as he maneuvers his hips at different angles, trying for that spot he knows will drive Youngjae off the edge. "Mm, ah- fuck! Haa-"
Youngjae is so terribly noisy during sex, and Jongup appreciates that, along with the other boys as they either watch on with heated gazes or jerk themselves off or both, eagerly waiting for their turn to have their way with the chained boy.
"I... I'm clo-" Jongup grits his teeth, throwing all sense of thought away as he thrusts even harder, the chains binding Youngjae rattling with the tremor, and the fence behind them wobbling dangerously. Youngjae is helpless to the assault, and lets himself get fucked so hard and deep that he can almost feel Jongup's cock reaching up the back of his throat. He groans at the thought, his ass tightening around Jongup, and with a low hiss, the younger boy cums, thick, hot spurts filling Youngjae to the brim.
"Shit," there's a low voice right by Youngjae's ear, then the next moment, just when he's sure he's about to cum as well, he doesn't. The dry orgasm that wracks his body leaves him so disoriented and frustrated that he lets out a strangled cry, blinking in complete confusion until he feels the hand around his cock, tight and unforgiving, with a thumb pressing against the slit.
"No you don't." the voice- Himchan- Youngjae's lucid mind slowly registers, says in an annoyingly taunting voice. So much blood is pumping in Youngjae's ears, his face burning as he writhes against the fence, aching for the release he is deprived of. Somewhere, in a seemingly distant part of himself, he feels Jongup's softening cock pulling out of his ass, causing his still-warm cum to run down the older boy's thighs.
"Damn." Himchan comments appraisingly, giving Jongup a dirty smile before he pushes the spent boy out of the way, making him stagger back to the group. Jongup merely laughs, slowly coming back from his high as he stands along with the boys, not bothering to wipe his dick, still wet from his release.
Himchan gives the group a wide grin before settling his gaze at Youngjae who is still panting hard, his hips trying jerk into Himchan's tight hand.
"Oh?" the older man feigns a concerned expression, but his hand does not falter from its grip. "What's wrong? Do you want to cum?"
Youngjae hardens his jaw, cheeks splayed with a red-hot shade as he nods fervently. He wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad-
"Okay then," the hand around Youngjae's cock tightens until he lets out a pained whine. "I'll let you cum, but under my rules."
Himchan hovers over Youngjae like a predator sizing up his prey, eyes so sharp and dark Youngjae actually shivers. He is probably the scariest of them all, the boy thinks, legs shaking despite the fact that he tries to meet Himchan's steely gaze. He could eat me up in a heartbeat.
Himchan, with his hand still wrapped around Youngjae, leans closer and closer and closer until the boy can practically smell the waft of pure want in his pores, emanating like some sort of sick pollen from a flower. His thin lips press against Youngjae's skin, kissing at every mark Jongup had made, as if tracing out each ruined territory and marking them as his own. His teeth graze against Youngjae's abused skin, and the latter shivers, his cock twitching. Himchan smiles against his skin, going lower and lower until he's bent in half, mouth closing over Youngjae's nipple as a hand (the one not holding Youngjae's cock) comes up to abuse the other.
It's pure torment, the way Himchan's hot mouth is sucking and biting and licking at Youngjae's nipple, his hand pulling and rubbing and tweaking at the other. There are about a billion sensations that Youngjae is going through at that moment, his entire being working on overdrive as he tries not to lose his balance, seeing as his knees are slowly becoming putty. Himchan is so ridiculously good, so much more experienced and crude than Jongup that it makes him gasp and moan openly, head thrown back against the fence as he arches his back, practically offering himself to his hyung.
"Jesus Christ, Himchan." Yongguk says, a whimper underlying his voice. He's long given up on holding himself off from masturbating, and has now unzipped his jeans so that his thick cock slips through the slit, precum at the tip as he strokes himself hard.
Himchan withdraws, pausing to glance over his shoulder, the same dirty smirk on his lips before he stands back up to full height. Youngjae sags helplessly against the fence, mouth hanging open as he pants excessively.
"You're so cute," Himchan coos, reaching out to pat Youngjae's tousled hair. "you're so cute when you're helpless like this. I can fuck you anywhere I want- against a mirror, in a bathtub, on a table. But I like this best. Chained and helpless. I can fuck you open and you can't even do anything about it."
Youngjae screws his eyes shut as Himchan leans closer again, his dirty talk having all the right effects on the younger boy as he lets Himchan grip his thighs so tightly the veins at the back of his hands grow prominent. He lets Himchan part his legs roughly, lets him lift him off the ground, not as effortlessly as Jongup, but with the same purpose in mind; to fuck Youngjae any way they want. The lust that's practically wafting off of Himchan's skin like a tangible essence makes him about ten times stronger, so he manages to hold both of Youngjae's thighs and simultaneously press his hips into the boy's, their cocks brushing against each other.
Youngjae automatically secures his legs around Himchan's waist, shameless and direct as he wriggles his hips, desperate for friction against his dick.
"I'll fuck you senseless," Himchan is saying as he lines himself up Youngjae's entrance. He lets go of Youngjae's thighs and braces his arms against the fence, hands gripping the metal as he lets Youngjae's legs hold himself up before he pushes in, all the way to the hilt. "Fuck, you're so- t-tight-"
The fact that Himchan had thrust in raw, the only sense of lubrication being Jongup's cum, intensifies the experience so much that Youngjae's toes curl, digging painfully against Himchan's back.
Himchan barely even flinches at the pressure, even welcoming it as he starts moving in long, quick thrusts, gritting his teeth as his cock goes in and out rapidly, the sight barely a flash of hard flesh before disappearing into Youngjae's tight heat, the process repeating itself like a broken movie reel forever set on replay.
"So g-good, so fucking good-" Himchan chants like a desperate mantra, his voice low and rough as he fucks Youngjae open, just like he said he would. Youngjae is, at this point, barely even in the right state of mind, his mouth hanging open as he lets out silent moans, a thin line of drool down his chin. He is completely and utterly wrecked, every part of his body tight and overworked like a tightly-wound guitar string; a little more and he'll be close to breaking.
Himchan's hands retract from the fence to instead grip Youngjae by the hips, steadying the younger boy so he is in full control of however he wants to fuck him. Himchan holds him so tightly it almost really hurts, but the way he's maneuvering Youngjae's hips to meet his thrusts, each timing just right for him to hit all the right spots makes it all worth it.
Youngjae is so close to climax he can almost taste it, heavy and prominent and solid in his tongue, and he desperately tugs at his chains, rattling them as a warning since he has given up on saying anything at all. Himchan lifts his head, rests his forehead against Youngjae's so he's everything the boy sees, hears, smells- practically breathing in Himchan at this point.
"Come on," comes the man's voice, thick and low and sticky like honey on Youngjae's oversensitive skin. "cum for me, Youngjae. Cum all you want-"
Youngjae's breathing stutters, his legs stiffening as he braces himself for his release, his reddening face screwing desperately as his orgasm finally hits him, hot spurts coming in between their bodies. Some of it lands on Himchan, who merely gives a chuckle before he thrusts a few more times, the intensity consistent, before he pulls his cock out with a loud, wet squelch, cumming all over Youngjae's stomach.
"Holy- fuck..." Junhong, who had been watching with his jaw practically hanging open, holds the front of his jeans, blushing hotly as a warm, damp spot soon appears. Daehyun looks on with his dark, dark eyes, breathing through short, measured huffs. Jongup is among the onlookers as well, his cock already stirring into hardness even when he's already had his turn.
"Filthy." Yongguk's voice is surprisingly close, and soon enough Himchan is being dragged away from Youngjae, his protests falling into deaf ears as Yongguk takes his place, eyes blown out with pure, unadulterated desire. Himchan juts his bottom lip out, muttering something about wanting to lick Youngjae clean, but gets his ass slapped in the process by Yongguk before he says, "Stop being fucking greedy. Go away."
Himchan does as he is told, although begrudgingly, practically dragging his feet towards the rest. Youngjae leans against the fence, heart beating fast as Yongguk surveys him under his unreadable gaze. He feels so much like a hamster being observed after some mad scientist experiment, and he can't help the goosebumps that run down his skin.
"Himchan really fucked you up, huh?" Yongguk's voice is so deep, deeper than any other time Youngjae has ever heard him. "You're such a mess."
Yongguk takes another step forward, and Youngjae feels his stomach flop, a twinge of fear stirring in his chest. Wait, he wants to say, in hopes of compromising with the leader, I need a break. Just a short break- please don't fuck me so soon-
But then Yongguk drops to his knees, his movement fluid and precise that Youngjae is sure it isn't an accident. Yongguk, the Bang Yongguk who he has always respected and looked up to, is down on his knees in front of him, staring at the mess of Himchan and Youngjae's mixed cum like it's the filthiest thing he's ever seen.
Then Yongguk reaches out with a pretty, slender finger, runs it down the expanse of Youngjae's stomach until he's scooped out a copious amount of the mixed cum, giving the boy a cheeky look. He holds their gaze, palpable electricity crackling in the air as Yongguk sticks his tongue out, licking the mess off his finger before sucking fervently, soft wet noises escaping his lips before he pulls his finger out again, slick with cum and spit, and moves his body forward, reaching around Youngjae until he's pressing the wet digit into the crack of the boy's ass.
Youngjae feels himself tense up, not quite ready for another intrusion into his abused entrance in such a short span of time. He looks down at Yongguk, eyes wide and beseeching, and surprisingly, the man seems to understand. He withdraws his finger from looming too close to Youngjae's hole, and leans forward instead to lick Youngjae's stomach, cleaning the mess like a kitten eagerly lapping at a bowl of cream.
It's so obscene, and so completely unlike Yongguk that even the rest of the boys either choke or gasp, the shock written all over their faces. Youngjae pants softly, cheeks tinted pink as Yongguk dip his tongue into his navel, then swirls it over the smooth skin of his stomach before nipping at it. His mouth does not stop its descent, merely pausing to lick and nip at a spot before soon enough, he's practically face-to-face with Youngjae's cock, which, during Yongguk's ministrations, had eventually stirred back to life.
Yongguk stares at Youngjae's dick for a few moments, and the scrutiny makes the younger boy want to melt against the fence and out of the chains so he can disappear forever. This is just like the times Yongguk had watched them all during their practices, meticulous and intimidating gaze pushing them to do their best. It feels exactly the same, except now Yongguk isn't standing at the side with his arms crossed over his chest; he's down on his knees, hand around Youngjae's dick, pumping and stroking and teasing the slit before, without any warning, he leans all the way in, taking Youngjae in his mouth with not so much as a small, appreciative noise.
Youngjae chokes on his own tongue, Yongguk's unexpected move completely taking him by surprise. His legs shake with the effort of staying up, and his hands shake with the familiar instinct of gripping Yongguk's hair.
There's an almost reverent silence in vast room that only breaks when Yongguk starts sucking on Youngjae's cock, moving his head backward until the head is barely in his mouth, then licks at the slit before moving forward again, tongue then working the underside as he pushes the boy's cock further down his throat. Yongguk withdraws with a loud pop, eyes twinkling as Youngjae whines in obvious disappointment.
The man then rearranges himself so that he isn't quite kneeling anymore, instead firmly planting his feet on the ground so he's almost crouching, taking Youngjae's cock once more and giving it a few languid strokes before taking it into his mouth again, looking as if he's eating the tastiest popsicle in the world.
"Ahh," Youngjae gasps, hips bucking forward as Yongguk sucks his cock with renewed fervor, intentionally drawing out precum to land on his tongue. And while the boy is deeply distracted, Yongguk reaches around Youngjae again, his slick finger squeezing between the boy's asscheeks until he's pressing directly around the rim of his hole.
Youngjae freezes up in shock, then chokes as he is given no time to adjust, no chance to even mentally prep himself for the burn as Yongguk pushes his finger into his hole, tight and hot and wet from cum. Youngjae moves his hips forward, burying more of his cock into Yongguk's mouth while trying to detach the finger currently probing his entrance.
Yongguk frowns, pushing his finger in harder, his nail scraping Youngjae from the inside. A shiver of pain runs down the boy's spine, and he visibly deflates, obviously defeated. He winces as the older man presses in at random spots, but moans when the mouth around his cock gives a particularly hard suck, probably to make up for the pain.
It's ironic, how the more Youngjae feels pain the more pleasure he gets out of it, and soon he realizes how great of a combination it actually is, judging from how hopelessly turned on he is by it all.
"Does he taste good?" comes Daehyun's unexpected inquiry, so casual that it sounds like he's asking if the food from a particular burger joint tastes fine. Familiarity hits Youngjae in that instant, and he looks straight at Daehyun, at his best friend, then at everyone else, all of his friends, and feels both desire and shame course through his body once more, just like earlier, only a hundred times more intense.
Yongguk's laughter suddenly reverberates, deep in his throat and around his mouth where Youngjae's cock is completely sheathed. The sensation makes the boy yelp, the unfamiliarity mixed with pleasure making him spurt thick drops of precum. Yongguk's finger continues pumping him from behind, the pain subsiding until all Youngjae feels is the consistent in-and-out motion. Then Yongguk adds a second finger, scissoring Youngjae with much more expertise as he grazes his teeth lightly against Youngjae's cock.
"Oh- mm, hyung-" Youngjae's ears burn as he looks down at Yongguk, wanting so bad to cum already, but the older man looks at him with an obvious warning in his steely eyes.
Don't you dare, Yongguk's eyes are practically threatening him, don't you fucking dare.
Youngjae bites his lip and nods, breaking into a loud moan as Yongguk adds his third finger, timing his insistent probing along with deepthroating Youngjae's cock.
By now, Youngjae's legs are visibly trembling, his knuckles white and his stomach tense as he tries to hold off his orgasm, eyes screwed shut in desperation.
Yongguk watches him almost lazily, a slow smile unfurling as he feels Youngjae's cock twitch in his mouth while more thick drops of cum spurt from the slit. He sucks so hard that his cheeks hollow out, slowly pulling his mouth from Youngjae's cock, the torturous wet heat making Youngjae's toes curl. The fingers in his ass do not cease their pumping though, still thrusting into him, the motion making lewd noises that makes the other boys groan, eyes hooded and cheeks heated, aching for Youngjae even though half of them has had their way with him already.
Youngjae feels himself bending his upper body a bit, his feet planted firmly on the ground as he tries to thrust back against Yongguk's hand, blind desire gripping him so much that he starts bouncing on the balls of his feet, chains swaying and clicking as Yongguk's fingers are repeatedly engulfed in velvet tightness. Yongguk lets out an appreciative noise against the head of Youngjae's cock, swirling his tongue around and against the slit for a final time before completely withdrawing from Youngjae's cock, immediately pressing down on the slit with his thumb when he feels the tremors that run down the pit of Youngjae's stomach, making him twitch.
Youngjae makes a sad noise at the back of his throat, his second dry orgasm hitting him so hard he shuts his eyes tight and sees bursts of too-bright colors behind his eyelids, jaw slack as his body tenses up, back arching up against the fence. Yongguk's fingers have ceased their intense pumping and instead are shallowly thrusting, almost caressing the insides of Youngjae's flesh.
"Hey," Yongguk says after a while, gently pulling out his fingers from Youngjae's hole, which is now practically gaping at the overuse. Youngjae feels a bit dizzy, face burning so much he's half-sure he's running a fever. The older man stands up on full height, legs a little wobbly, and it's only then that Youngjae spots Yongguk's hard cock, still sprung high in between the slit of his unzipped jeans.
The position they're in is very convenient for Yongguk, especially since Youngjae has somehow bent himself the lowest his binds would let him, the chains taut and biting painfully around his wrists. Yongguk suppresses a dark chuckle, instead going in for the kill as he starts touching himself, strong, precise strokes that leaves Youngjae aching for a hand around his own sad dick. He watches as the head of Yongguk's cock dribbles with precum, falling heavily on the floor or spreading around the base, making it easier for Yongguk to run his hand up and down, milking out his own release.
"Young- uh, Youngjae-" Yongguk moans, his voice about five octaves deeper than usual. Youngjae responds by licking his lips, looking up at Yongguk's face from his bent position, docile eyes hooded by his pretty eyelashes. The look seems to make Yongguk crack, his cock throbbing in his hand as he tightens his grip, then, without so much as a warning, reaches out his hand to weigh down on the small of Youngjae's naked back, bending him down further, his chains getting tauter against his wrists in the process.
Youngjae screams, throaty and pained, as Yongguk uses what's left of his strength to hold the boy down despite the pull of chains against his efforts. He bends Youngjae so low his face is just about four inches above Yongguk's cock, and that seems good enough for him, because in the next second he's cumming, white hot and heavy against Youngjae's chin, some even reaching to cling at his eyelashes. Yongguk continues to milk out whatever he can give the boy, then grits out a "Open your fucking mouth." before he practically stands on tiptoes, leveling his cock with Youngjae's face as the latter blindly does what he is told, Yongguk's cum landing on his tongue, bitter and heavy and warm.
"Hyung..." comes Junhong's timid voice, and immediately Yongguk lets go of his strong hold against Youngjae's back, making the boy sigh in relief as he stands back, then realizing that his legs are practically putty, leans his worn-out frame against the fence, his hardened cock still standing proudly between his legs.
"Thanks," Yongguk is saying, not to Youngjae, but to Junhong, who's beaming at him almost cheekily. The older man beams back, sated and happy. "I would've broken him if you didn't remind me. That'd be such a waste, seeing as you and Daehyun still haven't gotten your turns."
2/2
this is basically just youngjae getting fucked by everyone in b.a.p while his hands are chained. yes i got my inspiration from my own tweet. yes i was judging myself the entire time i was writing this. yes i feel so dirty right now.
warning: dubcon
*
The first thing that registers in Youngjae's mind when he gains consciousness is that his head hurts. A lot.
He lets out a low, hoarse groan, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain doubles, then triples, feeling as though the back of his skull is being rammed with a jackhammer. Eventually, the pain subsides until what remains is a dull, consistent throbbing.
Youngjae breathes, unsteady and staggered, then coughs as he inhales dust through his mouth. He tries to muffle his coughing fit with his hand, but realizes he can't. The realizations dawns on him slowly, as if his common sense is still trying to catch up on him from whatever deep slumber he had been in, but when it finally sinks in, he can only manage to let out a shaky gasp, eyes finally wide open to survey his surroundings clearly.
There are two more things Youngjae realizes then; first is that he has no idea where he is (only that the place he's in now is humid and dark and silent), and second, that his hands are chained above his head, the cold metal biting against the soft skin of his wrists, making him shiver involuntarily.
Youngjae feels dread seeping through his skin, and suddenly he feels so helpless and trapped and confused and scared that it overwhelms him, making him do the very thing that he will later on regret; he calls for help.
*
Help comes in the form of five, dark figures rounding the corner about a minute after Youngjae had shouted, voice hoarse but determined. The footsteps had come first, and Youngjae had felt his heart plummet and jump with relief, glad that he was not alone.
"Oh god, oh god, help me-" he had said, over and over again as the footsteps drew nearer. Youngjae couldn't stop babbling and calling out to whoever was beyond the vastness of his prison, even though at the back of his mind a voice told him in that small, terrified voice, "Why do those footsteps sound so urgent? Why do they sound like they have a purpose? Why does it sound like there's more than one person?"
The last question makes him stop midsentence, his mouth hanging slack as he realizes that yes, there's definitely more than one person. And they haven't been calling back at all. Just walking towards him with silent and determined steps. Youngjae stares ahead, goosebumps running down his body, making him tremble as the footsteps grow louder and nearer and closer until he sees them.
Five outlines have appeared just beyond Youngjae's line of vision, and judging from their postures and stances, he concludes that they're all boys.
No one says anything for what could be an eternity. The five figures are standing in a neat line, all facing Youngjae, like a pack of lions sizing up a trapped deer.
Finally, one of the figures steps forward, the low, single light casting down on his face as he meets Youngjae's startled gaze.
"H...hyung?" he says, voice just above a whisper, because even though Yongguk's face has always been familiar, the person standing before him now feels so distant, so unfamiliar, to the point that it scares Youngjae.
One corner of Yongguk's lips tugs upward, as if the boy's discomfort had brought him immense pleasure.
"Youngjae...?" Yongguk's tone is mocking, his face leering and Youngjae, for the life of him, cannot understand why this is even happening, why the older man is acting this way, and why-
Youngjae feels his throat constrict, eyes going even wider as the other figures step forward, exposing themselves under the eerie glow of the light.
Youngjae knows them all. He knows Yongguk and Daehyun and Himchan and Jongup and Junhong, but now, right at this moment, with their eyes sharp and their smiles feral, Youngjae does not know them.
He does not know these people at all.
*
"Why do you look so scared, Youngjae?" Himchan breaks the cold silence with his even colder voice. He walks forward, unaware of the other boys' looks of annoyance. He walks and walks until he's about three feet away from Youngjae, who's now backed up against the chain-link fence that ultimately traps him from behind, his chains rattling as he unsuccessfully tries to get away. "What are you running away for?"
"No- you're not-" Youngjae falters, and gives up altogether, just shaking his head frantically and tugging at his binds and trying to think of something, anything that would save him from this situation-
"I'm not what?" Himchan asks, sounding as if they're currently sitting in some coffee shop and exchanging easy conversation. "I'm not your Himchan hyung? We're not your friends at all?"
It terrifies Youngjae how easily Himchan could read his exact thoughts, which exactly proves his point that whoever these people are, they are not the same people he knows. They are strangers. And just as the saying goes, never trust strangers.
"I'm definitely not your Himchan hyung," the older man continues, as if completely unaware of Youngjae practically shaking with fright. He takes yet another step forward, earning him a warning growl from Yongguk. "Relax," Himchan says easily, glancing at the other boys over his shoulder before landing his gaze back on Youngjae. "I'm just trying to prove a point."
He offers Youngjae a winning smile, but his eyes are clouded with so much more that Youngjae cannot bring himself to meet his gaze. Himchan doesn't seem to mind, and without an ounce of hesitation, he closes the space between them, his breath landing heavy and hot against Youngjae's cheek.
"What are you-" Youngjae starts, and his eyes widen as he feels it, Himchan's half-hard cock pressing against his thigh. His chains rattle as his hands jerk in surprise, aching with the instinct to push the man away. No one's ever been this near, this intimate with him, not with a man, and especially not with Himchan.
"You're so scared, aren't you?" the man leers, lips barely against the skin of Youngjae's neck. Himchan's words sear themselves into the pores of his skin, marking him more intimately than any tattoo ever could. "You don't even know how much this turns me on."
No, Youngjae thinks, mind racing with this single word, Nononononono-
"Hyung," a surprisingly meek voice startles everyone, and they turn to see Jongup, looking a bit sheepish, but, gazing southwards, Himchan smirks at the sight of his blooming erection.
"Do you want to go first, Jonguppie?" Himchan asks sweetly, as if he's offering a 5 year-old kid a very rare and very special candy. Jongup bites his lower lip, unable to answer, but from the heated look he gives Youngjae, the answer is painfully obvious.
"Is it okay with you?" Himchan fixes his eyes on Yongguk, who shrugs and looks at Jongup with what could be affection.
"I don't mind if it's Jonguppie," he says, voice low and tender. "he definitely deserves it."
What is wrong with these people, Youngjae screams internally. Outwardly, he merely freezes in terror, hands still shaking and lips pale.
"Thank you, hyungs." Jongup smiles, and for a moment familiarity stirs in Youngjae. That is Jongup, all bright smiles and shy glances and hesitant steps, but then when Jongup presses up against him, the boy's mouth right against Youngjae's ear, the feeling crumbles down until what's left is the same panic from earlier, because what Jongup whispers almost harshly against his ear is something Youngjae would have never thought the boy was even capable of saying-
"I'm going to fuck you, hyung."
*
The next seconds are all a blur of ripped clothes and shredded pride and helpless pleas before Youngjae stands there, naked and vulnerable to five pairs of hungry, almost predatory eyes.
"Shit, Youngjae." Daehyun murmurs almost reverently, not even ashamed that he's rubbing himself as he stares at Youngjae, as if he's trying to burn the image at the back of his eyelids. Youngjae grits his teeth and looks away, face burning with humiliation and confusion and anger, making him breathe so hard that his chest visibly rises and falls.
"Hyung," Jongup's voice is sweet and apologetic as he brings a hand up to angle Youngjae's face back to his line of sight. He's smiling so wide that one would think he's successfully won a Pokémon game or something of the sort, but in reality he's actually proud of himself for effortlessly undressing Youngjae with little to no struggle from the latter. "why do you look so mad? I don't mind though. You still look cute anyway."
"Shut up." is Youngjae's reply, quick and raw and filled with all the hatred he can muster in that moment. "Shut the fuck up. Don't call me hyung, because I don't know you. Fucking don't touch me-"
Youngjae jerks his head away so Jongup loses his hold on his chin. And for good measure, he decides to spit on the boy, right in the face.
There's a tense atmosphere after that, and for a while Youngjae feels pride bloom in his chest, feeling as if he's invincible and on the top of the world- then he sees the rest of the boys exchanging wary glances at each other, with Yongguk stepping forward with a slight frown on his features, almost as if he's worried-
"Don't." comes Jongup's voice, or what Youngjae assumed was his, seeing as he hears it right against his ear. His voice sounds so different, so dark and sinister that Youngjae internally whimpers. "Don't come any closer, Yongguk hyung."
"But Jongup-"
"I won't hurt him..." Jongup says, face leveling with Youngjae's. He wipes the spit away with a rough hand, grimacing a little before pressing closer against Youngjae, his jeans rubbing hotly against Youngjae's flaccid dick. Then he leans forward, lips breaking into a smile that can only be described as sadistic. "...too badly."
Youngjae feels the room shrink at that point, his heart beating so hard against his chest he's sure it will burst out any moment. His fingers are clenched so tightly, knuckles white and veins popping out.
All the while, Jongup is completely oblivious to this, and busies himself with pressing kisses against Youngjae's neck, occasionally biting hard enough to leave a mark, earning a pained noise that dies in Youngjae's throat, seeing as he refuses to give Jongup, to any of them, the satisfaction they so badly want.
But then Jongup reaches a hand between his legs, roughly tugging at Youngjae's cock, and the feeling itself shocks the older boy so much that he lets out a gasp, chains rattling as his hips messily jerks towards Jongup's hand, an unconscious act that Youngjae inwardly curses.
"See? Your body likes it. So you should too, Youngjae hyung." Jongup smiles smugly before he continues his pathway of kisses and hickeys on Youngjae's skin. Jongup angles his head low enough so Youngjae can see the rest of the boys, and he feels his heart jump at the sight of them either openly gawking at him or jerking themselves off, eyes trained on him.
"Fuck," Yongguk tears his eyes away, fists clenched tightly at his sides. He refuses to touch himself. Not now. Not yet. Beside him, Himchan already has his pants down his ankles, shamelessly working himself to full hardness as he practically ogles Jongup and Youngjae.
Junhong and Daehyun stare on with a mostly quiet demeanor, but Youngjae spots their erections, straining against the confines of their jeans, and bites his lip in spite of himself.
What the fuck, he finds himself thinking as he is snapped back to the present, with Jongup jerking him off in urgent, precise strokes. He's actually getting hard now. He's actually getting hard because Jongup is touching him, because the rest of the boys are looking at him with so much desire that they'd practically drop to their knees at any moment for him-
What the fuck, Youngjae thinks again, his throat dry. What's left of his pride is completely shattered, the splinters sharp enough to pierce through the logical side of his brain, enough to make him arch his back and to meet Jongup's fist with his own hips, and enough for him to just forget all sense of who he is and where he is and what his friends are doing to him, because, when it all boils down to it, he feels good.
He feels good.
*
Jongup's hand stops just when Youngjae's about to cum, and the disappointed noise that leaves his throat makes him feel both flustered and dismayed. The boys from the distance perk up upon hearing this, and they look at each other, as if sharing a common secret that Youngjae doesn't know, probably will never know.
"I'm still going to fuck you, remember?" Jongup is saying, and Youngjae finds himself staring at the boy's feet, head limply dangling by his shoulders as both shame and desire burns him to the core. Jongup smiles, running a hand down Youngjae's round cheek, trailing to his chest, then to his side, and finally to grip his upper thigh. "I don't want to hurt you, but it will hurt, hyung. No matter what, it'll hurt."
Youngjae continues to stare at the floor, blushing hotly, his eyes glazed over. Jongup purses his lips, then effortlessly lifts Youngjae's leg, his hand strong and firm as he grips the older boy's upper thigh.
Jongup reaches from behind his own pocket and takes out a packet of what Youngjae could only assume was lube. Jongup did mean what he said; he didn't want to hurt Youngjae... too badly.
"Okay," Jongup rips open the packet with his teeth, grimacing at himself for doing such a cliché porno tactic, but shrugs and gives Youngjae a cheeky grin instead. Youngjae swallows the thick lump in his throat and chances a glance over Jongup's shoulder. The others are still watching him, and from his limited line of vision he can see Himchan wiping himself, his face red while breathing shallowly.
"I'd have cum ten times already and I still wouldn't have fucked Youngjae," he's saying almost sulkily. Yongguk laughs bitterly at that, his hands still clenched by his sides.
"Hey, Jongup hyung!" Junhong calls out suddenly, the pitch of his voice high enough to tell that he's getting pissed. "Get on with it already!"
Daehyun, as talkative as he usually is, barely utters a sound, and instead rubs himself through his jeans once more, staring directly at Youngjae.
It surprises Youngjae, seeing all of them getting hot and impatient like this, with him as the main object of their frustrations. They're his friends after all; they've gone through so much together, yet there was never a time he felt that they ever wanted him this way. "How sure are you that they are your friends?" the small voice at the back of his mind speaks up once more, a little more firm and persistent this time. Somehow, the thought makes Youngjae feel hollow, and he stiffens just as Jongup runs a hand down the cleft of his ass.
"What's wrong?" Jongup senses Youngjae's discomfort, and it pains the older boy to see what could possibly be genuine concern. He wants to ask, Are you real? Is this real? Do you all really want me this way?, but he doesn't. Instead, Youngjae forces down all his questions and meekly shakes his head. This is all a dream, he simply concludes in his head, this is all a dream, so I might as well enjoy myself.
Jongup feels Youngjae gradually growing pliant once more, so he takes the opportunity to bring one of his lubed fingers close to the pucker of Youngjae's hole, lips tight as Junhong urges him on in the background.
Jongup traces the outline of his entrance, closely staring at Youngjae's face, whose eyes are screwed shut, bottom lip caught in his teeth. "Hyung," the younger boy simply says as a warning.
"Get the fuck on with it!" comes Himchan's irritated voice, overlapping even Junhong's impatient nagging. Jongup tightens his jaw, nods, and slides his first finger into Youngjae's tightness.
The feeling is mostly weird and foreign, and Youngjae feels simply as what it is; a finger up his ass. There is no time for eloquence as something as dirty as this, only bluntness and vulgarity that comes with raw want.
Jongup moves his finger around, then starts pumping in and out at a sloppy pace. Youngjae's other leg, the one that isn't caught in Jongup's grasp, trembles with the lewd action.
"Mm," Youngjae whimpers, pressing the back of his head against the chain-link face behind him. Jongup is breathing hard against his neck, eyes almost crossed in concentration, and after a few moments of mere pumping, he adds in a second finger.
This time, Youngjae feels the stretch as Jongup wastes no time in making scissoring motions with his two fingers. Youngjae gasps and involuntarily tries to reach out and grasp Jongup's back, hair, arms, basically anything just so he won't lose his balance. Instead, the chains rattle noisily, clearly against his movements. Jongup seems to catch on though, and presses his hips against Youngjae's, his clothed erection rubbing directly against Youngjae's own, already leaking precum. He holds him there, so even as Youngjae's leg wobbles dangerously, he won't lose his balance.
"Shit, I wanna see-" Youngjae hears Himchan mutter. "I wanna see how Jonguppie scissors his asshole. Come on, Yongguk, can I-"
"Shut up, Himchan." Yongguk calmly interjects, or what could be calm, only that his own voice sounds a bit strained. Youngjae so badly wants to see what Yongguk is doing to himself, why he sounds so strangled, but his line of his sight is all Jongup.
Jongup, who's now trying to wriggle in a third finger, face set in deep concentration-
"Ah-" Youngjae gasps so loudly that even Himchan's babbling comes to an instant halt. Jongup looks up at the older boy's face, confused. "It..." Youngjae stutters, flushing from his face down to his neck. "It felt good."
The smile that spreads on Jongup's face upon hearing this is probably the most brilliant smile Youngjae has seen (and will ever see) Jongup make in his entire lifetime.
Jongup continues working Youngjae open, alternating between pumping his fingers in and out and scissoring him, occasionally hitting that spot that made Youngjae's knees tremble and his toes curl and his face flush a violent pink.
Finally, finally (after more persistent urging from Himchan and Junhong), Jongup takes his fingers out, flashing an already blissed-out Youngjae another smile before he takes the older boy's other thigh, so that now Youngjae is practically floating, with his only sense of balance both Jongup's strong grip on him and his own naked back pressing rather painfully against the fence. Jongup quietly guides Youngjae to place his legs around his waist, and it takes a few clumsy tries before Youngjae successfully hooks his legs around Jongup, his cock pressing against the younger boy's stomach.
"Let me just," Jongup murmurs, breath fanning Youngjae's cheek as he leans close while simultaneously unzipping his pants. Jongup's cock springs free, and Youngjae doesn't exactly see it, more like he feels it against him, hard and thick and swollen.
"Ah," Jongup merely lets out before he gulps down any further noise. He breathes sharply through his nose a few times, then adjusts both their positions until Youngjae is pressed further against the fence, Jongup's dick lined perfectly with Youngjae's hole.
"Is this okay?" Jongup asks all of a sudden, the moment temporarily losing its intensity as he surveys Youngjae with his small, unreadable eyes. Youngjae's own eyes are hooded, and he feels the blood pumping thickly in his ears, making him hear nothing else but the own roar of lust that all of them had sparked in him.
"Yes," he replies, almost breathlessly. Then he hangs his head low, ultimately chastised when he hears the malicious chuckles from the group of boys watching them fervently.
Jongup merely nods though, as if he's some stern businessman closing a very important business deal with his client. It's strictly professional, the way he handles himself as he rubs his cock once against Youngjae's entrance, signaling his impending intrusion.
Youngjae inhales deeply in reply, his eyes rolling back as he squeezes his eyelids shut, feeling the delicious burn as Jongup's cock slides into him, thick by thick inch. He has never felt anything like this, and it shocks him how much he is actually letting this happen, how he's so pliant and soft and easy as he takes more of Jongup's cock, his hot flesh catching and pulling against the intrusion.
"Y... o-okay?" Jongup swallows around his words, breathing so hard his exhales come out as humid puffs against Youngjae's cheeks, fanning his eyelashes. The older boy replies by biting his lower lip, eyes still downcast as the reality hits him as hard as the want and the pain battling in his better sense.
The truth is, it hurts, the way Jongup's cock is forcing itself into something that should never be intruded so vilely in the first place. It hurts so much that Youngjae's vision starts to blur, and his cock, which had been fully hard a few moments before, is currently turning soft at the lack of stimulation.
Jongup, on the other hand, feels so completely blissed-out that he can't even form coherent thoughts without them crumbling down into sad pieces of would-be words in his mouth, instead coming out as breathless moans as Youngjae's tight heat squeezes around him, his sense of self-control ebbing away the more he pushes his dick in. He desperately holds on to the last bit of sensibility he has, his hips stuttering into a shallow thrust in an attempt to reciprocate the pleasure he's feeling, but Youngjae remains almost stoic, the only indication that he's still aroused is the glazed-over look in his hooded eyes, staring at the floor.
A wave of unrestrained lust hits Jongup so hard then, and he grips Youngjae's thighs so much harder that it's obvious there will be bruises much, much later. He wants to fuck Youngjae senseless, but at the same time, he hesitates, because this is Youngjae's first time, and he has to be gentle- he doesn't want to hurt him-
"Fuck him senseless!" Himchan practically hollers, hand tight around his own dick as he pumps himself to full hardness once more, unaware that he is in complete contrast with Jongup's thoughts.
Youngjae groans quietly, lips barely parted as he darts a glance at Jongup, eyelids so low that the younger boy can barely read the message in his eyes. Jongup's throat tightens, just in time with Youngjae's heat clenching around his dick, and in that moment Jongup finally throws his restraints out the window, following Himchan's insistent command as he suddenly thrusts so hard Youngjae's chains rattle, the older boy's body visibly bouncing as he finally takes the last inch of Jongup's cock.
"Fuck," Youngjae hears Daehyun curse, followed by someone unzipping their jeans. Jongup latches his mouth on the older boy's skin again, sucking and biting as he pulls out almost all the way, then pushes all the way in with one swift motion, Youngjae's legs trembling as the process repeats once, twice, thrice until Jongup is thrusting in and out of him with not so much as a breath between each interval.
"J-Jonggh- u-uh-" Youngjae can barely even speak now, words dying into useless babbles as Jongup practically pounds into him, his thighs quaking as he maneuvers his hips at different angles, trying for that spot he knows will drive Youngjae off the edge. "Mm, ah- fuck! Haa-"
Youngjae is so terribly noisy during sex, and Jongup appreciates that, along with the other boys as they either watch on with heated gazes or jerk themselves off or both, eagerly waiting for their turn to have their way with the chained boy.
"I... I'm clo-" Jongup grits his teeth, throwing all sense of thought away as he thrusts even harder, the chains binding Youngjae rattling with the tremor, and the fence behind them wobbling dangerously. Youngjae is helpless to the assault, and lets himself get fucked so hard and deep that he can almost feel Jongup's cock reaching up the back of his throat. He groans at the thought, his ass tightening around Jongup, and with a low hiss, the younger boy cums, thick, hot spurts filling Youngjae to the brim.
"Shit," there's a low voice right by Youngjae's ear, then the next moment, just when he's sure he's about to cum as well, he doesn't. The dry orgasm that wracks his body leaves him so disoriented and frustrated that he lets out a strangled cry, blinking in complete confusion until he feels the hand around his cock, tight and unforgiving, with a thumb pressing against the slit.
"No you don't." the voice- Himchan- Youngjae's lucid mind slowly registers, says in an annoyingly taunting voice. So much blood is pumping in Youngjae's ears, his face burning as he writhes against the fence, aching for the release he is deprived of. Somewhere, in a seemingly distant part of himself, he feels Jongup's softening cock pulling out of his ass, causing his still-warm cum to run down the older boy's thighs.
"Damn." Himchan comments appraisingly, giving Jongup a dirty smile before he pushes the spent boy out of the way, making him stagger back to the group. Jongup merely laughs, slowly coming back from his high as he stands along with the boys, not bothering to wipe his dick, still wet from his release.
Himchan gives the group a wide grin before settling his gaze at Youngjae who is still panting hard, his hips trying jerk into Himchan's tight hand.
"Oh?" the older man feigns a concerned expression, but his hand does not falter from its grip. "What's wrong? Do you want to cum?"
Youngjae hardens his jaw, cheeks splayed with a red-hot shade as he nods fervently. He wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad-
"Okay then," the hand around Youngjae's cock tightens until he lets out a pained whine. "I'll let you cum, but under my rules."
Himchan hovers over Youngjae like a predator sizing up his prey, eyes so sharp and dark Youngjae actually shivers. He is probably the scariest of them all, the boy thinks, legs shaking despite the fact that he tries to meet Himchan's steely gaze. He could eat me up in a heartbeat.
Himchan, with his hand still wrapped around Youngjae, leans closer and closer and closer until the boy can practically smell the waft of pure want in his pores, emanating like some sort of sick pollen from a flower. His thin lips press against Youngjae's skin, kissing at every mark Jongup had made, as if tracing out each ruined territory and marking them as his own. His teeth graze against Youngjae's abused skin, and the latter shivers, his cock twitching. Himchan smiles against his skin, going lower and lower until he's bent in half, mouth closing over Youngjae's nipple as a hand (the one not holding Youngjae's cock) comes up to abuse the other.
It's pure torment, the way Himchan's hot mouth is sucking and biting and licking at Youngjae's nipple, his hand pulling and rubbing and tweaking at the other. There are about a billion sensations that Youngjae is going through at that moment, his entire being working on overdrive as he tries not to lose his balance, seeing as his knees are slowly becoming putty. Himchan is so ridiculously good, so much more experienced and crude than Jongup that it makes him gasp and moan openly, head thrown back against the fence as he arches his back, practically offering himself to his hyung.
"Jesus Christ, Himchan." Yongguk says, a whimper underlying his voice. He's long given up on holding himself off from masturbating, and has now unzipped his jeans so that his thick cock slips through the slit, precum at the tip as he strokes himself hard.
Himchan withdraws, pausing to glance over his shoulder, the same dirty smirk on his lips before he stands back up to full height. Youngjae sags helplessly against the fence, mouth hanging open as he pants excessively.
"You're so cute," Himchan coos, reaching out to pat Youngjae's tousled hair. "you're so cute when you're helpless like this. I can fuck you anywhere I want- against a mirror, in a bathtub, on a table. But I like this best. Chained and helpless. I can fuck you open and you can't even do anything about it."
Youngjae screws his eyes shut as Himchan leans closer again, his dirty talk having all the right effects on the younger boy as he lets Himchan grip his thighs so tightly the veins at the back of his hands grow prominent. He lets Himchan part his legs roughly, lets him lift him off the ground, not as effortlessly as Jongup, but with the same purpose in mind; to fuck Youngjae any way they want. The lust that's practically wafting off of Himchan's skin like a tangible essence makes him about ten times stronger, so he manages to hold both of Youngjae's thighs and simultaneously press his hips into the boy's, their cocks brushing against each other.
Youngjae automatically secures his legs around Himchan's waist, shameless and direct as he wriggles his hips, desperate for friction against his dick.
"I'll fuck you senseless," Himchan is saying as he lines himself up Youngjae's entrance. He lets go of Youngjae's thighs and braces his arms against the fence, hands gripping the metal as he lets Youngjae's legs hold himself up before he pushes in, all the way to the hilt. "Fuck, you're so- t-tight-"
The fact that Himchan had thrust in raw, the only sense of lubrication being Jongup's cum, intensifies the experience so much that Youngjae's toes curl, digging painfully against Himchan's back.
Himchan barely even flinches at the pressure, even welcoming it as he starts moving in long, quick thrusts, gritting his teeth as his cock goes in and out rapidly, the sight barely a flash of hard flesh before disappearing into Youngjae's tight heat, the process repeating itself like a broken movie reel forever set on replay.
"So g-good, so fucking good-" Himchan chants like a desperate mantra, his voice low and rough as he fucks Youngjae open, just like he said he would. Youngjae is, at this point, barely even in the right state of mind, his mouth hanging open as he lets out silent moans, a thin line of drool down his chin. He is completely and utterly wrecked, every part of his body tight and overworked like a tightly-wound guitar string; a little more and he'll be close to breaking.
Himchan's hands retract from the fence to instead grip Youngjae by the hips, steadying the younger boy so he is in full control of however he wants to fuck him. Himchan holds him so tightly it almost really hurts, but the way he's maneuvering Youngjae's hips to meet his thrusts, each timing just right for him to hit all the right spots makes it all worth it.
Youngjae is so close to climax he can almost taste it, heavy and prominent and solid in his tongue, and he desperately tugs at his chains, rattling them as a warning since he has given up on saying anything at all. Himchan lifts his head, rests his forehead against Youngjae's so he's everything the boy sees, hears, smells- practically breathing in Himchan at this point.
"Come on," comes the man's voice, thick and low and sticky like honey on Youngjae's oversensitive skin. "cum for me, Youngjae. Cum all you want-"
Youngjae's breathing stutters, his legs stiffening as he braces himself for his release, his reddening face screwing desperately as his orgasm finally hits him, hot spurts coming in between their bodies. Some of it lands on Himchan, who merely gives a chuckle before he thrusts a few more times, the intensity consistent, before he pulls his cock out with a loud, wet squelch, cumming all over Youngjae's stomach.
"Holy- fuck..." Junhong, who had been watching with his jaw practically hanging open, holds the front of his jeans, blushing hotly as a warm, damp spot soon appears. Daehyun looks on with his dark, dark eyes, breathing through short, measured huffs. Jongup is among the onlookers as well, his cock already stirring into hardness even when he's already had his turn.
"Filthy." Yongguk's voice is surprisingly close, and soon enough Himchan is being dragged away from Youngjae, his protests falling into deaf ears as Yongguk takes his place, eyes blown out with pure, unadulterated desire. Himchan juts his bottom lip out, muttering something about wanting to lick Youngjae clean, but gets his ass slapped in the process by Yongguk before he says, "Stop being fucking greedy. Go away."
Himchan does as he is told, although begrudgingly, practically dragging his feet towards the rest. Youngjae leans against the fence, heart beating fast as Yongguk surveys him under his unreadable gaze. He feels so much like a hamster being observed after some mad scientist experiment, and he can't help the goosebumps that run down his skin.
"Himchan really fucked you up, huh?" Yongguk's voice is so deep, deeper than any other time Youngjae has ever heard him. "You're such a mess."
Yongguk takes another step forward, and Youngjae feels his stomach flop, a twinge of fear stirring in his chest. Wait, he wants to say, in hopes of compromising with the leader, I need a break. Just a short break- please don't fuck me so soon-
But then Yongguk drops to his knees, his movement fluid and precise that Youngjae is sure it isn't an accident. Yongguk, the Bang Yongguk who he has always respected and looked up to, is down on his knees in front of him, staring at the mess of Himchan and Youngjae's mixed cum like it's the filthiest thing he's ever seen.
Then Yongguk reaches out with a pretty, slender finger, runs it down the expanse of Youngjae's stomach until he's scooped out a copious amount of the mixed cum, giving the boy a cheeky look. He holds their gaze, palpable electricity crackling in the air as Yongguk sticks his tongue out, licking the mess off his finger before sucking fervently, soft wet noises escaping his lips before he pulls his finger out again, slick with cum and spit, and moves his body forward, reaching around Youngjae until he's pressing the wet digit into the crack of the boy's ass.
Youngjae feels himself tense up, not quite ready for another intrusion into his abused entrance in such a short span of time. He looks down at Yongguk, eyes wide and beseeching, and surprisingly, the man seems to understand. He withdraws his finger from looming too close to Youngjae's hole, and leans forward instead to lick Youngjae's stomach, cleaning the mess like a kitten eagerly lapping at a bowl of cream.
It's so obscene, and so completely unlike Yongguk that even the rest of the boys either choke or gasp, the shock written all over their faces. Youngjae pants softly, cheeks tinted pink as Yongguk dip his tongue into his navel, then swirls it over the smooth skin of his stomach before nipping at it. His mouth does not stop its descent, merely pausing to lick and nip at a spot before soon enough, he's practically face-to-face with Youngjae's cock, which, during Yongguk's ministrations, had eventually stirred back to life.
Yongguk stares at Youngjae's dick for a few moments, and the scrutiny makes the younger boy want to melt against the fence and out of the chains so he can disappear forever. This is just like the times Yongguk had watched them all during their practices, meticulous and intimidating gaze pushing them to do their best. It feels exactly the same, except now Yongguk isn't standing at the side with his arms crossed over his chest; he's down on his knees, hand around Youngjae's dick, pumping and stroking and teasing the slit before, without any warning, he leans all the way in, taking Youngjae in his mouth with not so much as a small, appreciative noise.
Youngjae chokes on his own tongue, Yongguk's unexpected move completely taking him by surprise. His legs shake with the effort of staying up, and his hands shake with the familiar instinct of gripping Yongguk's hair.
There's an almost reverent silence in vast room that only breaks when Yongguk starts sucking on Youngjae's cock, moving his head backward until the head is barely in his mouth, then licks at the slit before moving forward again, tongue then working the underside as he pushes the boy's cock further down his throat. Yongguk withdraws with a loud pop, eyes twinkling as Youngjae whines in obvious disappointment.
The man then rearranges himself so that he isn't quite kneeling anymore, instead firmly planting his feet on the ground so he's almost crouching, taking Youngjae's cock once more and giving it a few languid strokes before taking it into his mouth again, looking as if he's eating the tastiest popsicle in the world.
"Ahh," Youngjae gasps, hips bucking forward as Yongguk sucks his cock with renewed fervor, intentionally drawing out precum to land on his tongue. And while the boy is deeply distracted, Yongguk reaches around Youngjae again, his slick finger squeezing between the boy's asscheeks until he's pressing directly around the rim of his hole.
Youngjae freezes up in shock, then chokes as he is given no time to adjust, no chance to even mentally prep himself for the burn as Yongguk pushes his finger into his hole, tight and hot and wet from cum. Youngjae moves his hips forward, burying more of his cock into Yongguk's mouth while trying to detach the finger currently probing his entrance.
Yongguk frowns, pushing his finger in harder, his nail scraping Youngjae from the inside. A shiver of pain runs down the boy's spine, and he visibly deflates, obviously defeated. He winces as the older man presses in at random spots, but moans when the mouth around his cock gives a particularly hard suck, probably to make up for the pain.
It's ironic, how the more Youngjae feels pain the more pleasure he gets out of it, and soon he realizes how great of a combination it actually is, judging from how hopelessly turned on he is by it all.
"Does he taste good?" comes Daehyun's unexpected inquiry, so casual that it sounds like he's asking if the food from a particular burger joint tastes fine. Familiarity hits Youngjae in that instant, and he looks straight at Daehyun, at his best friend, then at everyone else, all of his friends, and feels both desire and shame course through his body once more, just like earlier, only a hundred times more intense.
Yongguk's laughter suddenly reverberates, deep in his throat and around his mouth where Youngjae's cock is completely sheathed. The sensation makes the boy yelp, the unfamiliarity mixed with pleasure making him spurt thick drops of precum. Yongguk's finger continues pumping him from behind, the pain subsiding until all Youngjae feels is the consistent in-and-out motion. Then Yongguk adds a second finger, scissoring Youngjae with much more expertise as he grazes his teeth lightly against Youngjae's cock.
"Oh- mm, hyung-" Youngjae's ears burn as he looks down at Yongguk, wanting so bad to cum already, but the older man looks at him with an obvious warning in his steely eyes.
Don't you dare, Yongguk's eyes are practically threatening him, don't you fucking dare.
Youngjae bites his lip and nods, breaking into a loud moan as Yongguk adds his third finger, timing his insistent probing along with deepthroating Youngjae's cock.
By now, Youngjae's legs are visibly trembling, his knuckles white and his stomach tense as he tries to hold off his orgasm, eyes screwed shut in desperation.
Yongguk watches him almost lazily, a slow smile unfurling as he feels Youngjae's cock twitch in his mouth while more thick drops of cum spurt from the slit. He sucks so hard that his cheeks hollow out, slowly pulling his mouth from Youngjae's cock, the torturous wet heat making Youngjae's toes curl. The fingers in his ass do not cease their pumping though, still thrusting into him, the motion making lewd noises that makes the other boys groan, eyes hooded and cheeks heated, aching for Youngjae even though half of them has had their way with him already.
Youngjae feels himself bending his upper body a bit, his feet planted firmly on the ground as he tries to thrust back against Yongguk's hand, blind desire gripping him so much that he starts bouncing on the balls of his feet, chains swaying and clicking as Yongguk's fingers are repeatedly engulfed in velvet tightness. Yongguk lets out an appreciative noise against the head of Youngjae's cock, swirling his tongue around and against the slit for a final time before completely withdrawing from Youngjae's cock, immediately pressing down on the slit with his thumb when he feels the tremors that run down the pit of Youngjae's stomach, making him twitch.
Youngjae makes a sad noise at the back of his throat, his second dry orgasm hitting him so hard he shuts his eyes tight and sees bursts of too-bright colors behind his eyelids, jaw slack as his body tenses up, back arching up against the fence. Yongguk's fingers have ceased their intense pumping and instead are shallowly thrusting, almost caressing the insides of Youngjae's flesh.
"Hey," Yongguk says after a while, gently pulling out his fingers from Youngjae's hole, which is now practically gaping at the overuse. Youngjae feels a bit dizzy, face burning so much he's half-sure he's running a fever. The older man stands up on full height, legs a little wobbly, and it's only then that Youngjae spots Yongguk's hard cock, still sprung high in between the slit of his unzipped jeans.
The position they're in is very convenient for Yongguk, especially since Youngjae has somehow bent himself the lowest his binds would let him, the chains taut and biting painfully around his wrists. Yongguk suppresses a dark chuckle, instead going in for the kill as he starts touching himself, strong, precise strokes that leaves Youngjae aching for a hand around his own sad dick. He watches as the head of Yongguk's cock dribbles with precum, falling heavily on the floor or spreading around the base, making it easier for Yongguk to run his hand up and down, milking out his own release.
"Young- uh, Youngjae-" Yongguk moans, his voice about five octaves deeper than usual. Youngjae responds by licking his lips, looking up at Yongguk's face from his bent position, docile eyes hooded by his pretty eyelashes. The look seems to make Yongguk crack, his cock throbbing in his hand as he tightens his grip, then, without so much as a warning, reaches out his hand to weigh down on the small of Youngjae's naked back, bending him down further, his chains getting tauter against his wrists in the process.
Youngjae screams, throaty and pained, as Yongguk uses what's left of his strength to hold the boy down despite the pull of chains against his efforts. He bends Youngjae so low his face is just about four inches above Yongguk's cock, and that seems good enough for him, because in the next second he's cumming, white hot and heavy against Youngjae's chin, some even reaching to cling at his eyelashes. Yongguk continues to milk out whatever he can give the boy, then grits out a "Open your fucking mouth." before he practically stands on tiptoes, leveling his cock with Youngjae's face as the latter blindly does what he is told, Yongguk's cum landing on his tongue, bitter and heavy and warm.
"Hyung..." comes Junhong's timid voice, and immediately Yongguk lets go of his strong hold against Youngjae's back, making the boy sigh in relief as he stands back, then realizing that his legs are practically putty, leans his worn-out frame against the fence, his hardened cock still standing proudly between his legs.
"Thanks," Yongguk is saying, not to Youngjae, but to Junhong, who's beaming at him almost cheekily. The older man beams back, sated and happy. "I would've broken him if you didn't remind me. That'd be such a waste, seeing as you and Daehyun still haven't gotten your turns."
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