The Porcelain Treasure 4
Kim Junsu: businessman and entrepreneur. He grew up poor; worked hard; made something of himself. Now that he was rich and famous, he never forgot his humble origins. Always giving to the poor, he spent all of his waking hours donating to the community in which he grew up. His passion for unusual items, especially toys, made him an endearing figure. Junsu had heard of Jae’s little antique emporium, but had never shopped there. That fateful night he saw the doll in the window would change everything.
Returning from an overseas trip, Junsu ordered his limo driver to pass by the quaint little store. Pulling up to the curb, Junsu got out and stared at the storefront, his hot breath trailing into the night air. He peeked in the display window and realized something was missing. The doll was gone. A strange feeling overcame him. He felt his heart pounding. What was it? He panicked.
“The doll; where is the doll?”
It was as if a part of his body and been torn off. He had only seen it once; and yet it had profoundly affected him. Everyday he was away from it he felt agitated. He couldn’t wait to come home and see it again. He yearned to stare into its intoxicating eyes; feel an invisible heat that seemed to emanate from within the doll’s core. The dark silky hair was just begging to be touched; its porcelain skin glowing in the street light; delicate features sending a shiver up his spine. He never spoke of this; those around him had enough trouble dealing with his passion for all things child-like and whimsical. Now the doll was gone and his soul felt empty. He cursed himself for not buying it the moment he laid eyes upon it. Dejected, he lowered his head and started walking back to the limo. A jingle of bells stopped him in his tracks.
The door to the little emporium opened; its shop keeper brushing snow from the stoop with a broom. He smiled at Junsu and nodded his head.
“Good day Mr. Kim,” Jae said.
Everyone knew who Junsu was.
Junsu acknowledged the store owner.
“Good day to you too sir.”
Junsu was about to get into the limo, but curiosity got the better of him.
“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Where is that beautiful doll that used to be in the window?”
Jae sighed
“I sold him. I really didn’t want to, but the man offered me a tremendous amount of money.”
Jae frowned. Junsu could see the disappointment on the shop keeper’s face.
“I don’t mean to pry, but could you tell me who bought the doll?”
Jae knew about Junsu’s interest in toys, so he felt there was no harm in telling him who purchased the doll.
“It was Changmin, the night club owner.”
Junsu’s eyes bulged.
“You sold the doll to Changmin? Oh no! Oh my God son! Lord only knows what that little pervert is doing with that exquisite creature!”
“Junsu!” the doll screamed as Changmin slammed into him, his long, hard cock spearing into the dolls tight ass.
Yoochun was weeping; his body was sore, yet it was ecstasy. He cried out Junsu’s name once more at the top of his lungs.
“Damn it Yoochun,” Changmin yelled at him between grunts and hip thrusts.
“How the hell am I supposed to fuck you if you keep crying and calling out for Junsu?”
The doll’s slender fingers grasped the sheets. He arched his back; the line of his swan-like neck accentuated by the subtle lighting in Changmin’s room.
“What is fuck,” the doll asked between raged breaths?
Changmin rolled his eyes,
“It’s what we are doing now, my innocent and annoying friend.”
Yoochun moaned and licked his luscious lips as the nightclub owner’s rigid length continued to pierce his insides.
“Do you think Junsu will fuck me?”
Changmin was livid. He was trying hard not to lose his erection. Yoochun’s determination to be with Junsu was driving him insane. He ignored the doll’s words and concentrated on how good it felt to be inside Yoochun’s body.
“Chunnie-ah,” he affectionately called out to the doll; “touch yourself. Don’t you want to touch yourself?”
Yoochun stared at the swollen parts between his legs. It hurt; just like the night he saw Jae and Yunho together.
“Touch your self,” Changmin entreated once more. “You really want to touch yourself.”
The doll raised an eyebrow.
“I do?”
Changmin nodded.
“Yes. You really want to touch yourself.”
Yoochun’s hand fisted his velvety hardness and began to stroke.
“I really want to touch myself.”
As Changmin’s thrusts increased, so did the speed in which Yoochun’s hand moved up and down his swollen shaft. Everything was in sync; Changmin’s thrusts; Yoochun’s hand; the pounding of both their hearts.
Changmin watched as the doll continued to pleasure himself; his wiry body arching off the bed; Changmin holding on for dear life as he twisted and thrashed about the covers; sweat glistening on his porcelain skin. Yoochun’s insides constricted against the club owner’s cock; grunting, he spilled; leaning forward his mouth engulfed the doll’s lips, silencing what he knew would be another call for Kim Junsu. The doll shuddered as his release came; his stickiness coating both of them.
Changmin collapsed his full weight upon the doll, not caring that he might crush the delicate creature. Their hearts beat together; the doll’s slightly faster than his. They lay huddled in the dark, their arms and legs entwined within each other.
Changmin sat up and pointed to his bathroom.
“Clean yourself up now,” he ordered.
He led the doll to the shower. Adjusting the water, Changmin shared the steamy goodness with the doll; Yoochun once more exhibiting child-like behavior as he experienced being washed for the first time. After drying off, they returned to the bed. Changmin stretched out his arm and entreated Yoochun to join him once more.
“Stay with me,” the nightclub owner asked.
The doll shook his head. Retrieving the red dress and Santa Claus hat he haphazardly dressed himself. Stepping inside the glass case, the doll closed the door. He struck a pose and waited for sunrise.
Changmin watched with sadness as a single tear fell from Yoochun’s eye and dribbled down his cherry red lips. As the doll’s breath fogged up the glass case, Junsu’s name escaped his lips.
Downtown at the emporium, Yunho sighed as he watched Jae stare at the empty storefront window.
Unable to sleep, Kim Junsu looked at the ceiling; his thoughts focused on the beautiful doll he let slip though his fingers.
As the sun rose, Changmin watched as the doll froze; Yoohun’s broken heart taking its last beat.
The nightclub owner crawled into bed; grasping a pillow he breathed deep, inhaling the doll’s intoxicating scent.
All was still; all was silent. All was empty.
Returning from an overseas trip, Junsu ordered his limo driver to pass by the quaint little store. Pulling up to the curb, Junsu got out and stared at the storefront, his hot breath trailing into the night air. He peeked in the display window and realized something was missing. The doll was gone. A strange feeling overcame him. He felt his heart pounding. What was it? He panicked.
“The doll; where is the doll?”
It was as if a part of his body and been torn off. He had only seen it once; and yet it had profoundly affected him. Everyday he was away from it he felt agitated. He couldn’t wait to come home and see it again. He yearned to stare into its intoxicating eyes; feel an invisible heat that seemed to emanate from within the doll’s core. The dark silky hair was just begging to be touched; its porcelain skin glowing in the street light; delicate features sending a shiver up his spine. He never spoke of this; those around him had enough trouble dealing with his passion for all things child-like and whimsical. Now the doll was gone and his soul felt empty. He cursed himself for not buying it the moment he laid eyes upon it. Dejected, he lowered his head and started walking back to the limo. A jingle of bells stopped him in his tracks.
The door to the little emporium opened; its shop keeper brushing snow from the stoop with a broom. He smiled at Junsu and nodded his head.
“Good day Mr. Kim,” Jae said.
Everyone knew who Junsu was.
Junsu acknowledged the store owner.
“Good day to you too sir.”
Junsu was about to get into the limo, but curiosity got the better of him.
“I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Where is that beautiful doll that used to be in the window?”
Jae sighed
“I sold him. I really didn’t want to, but the man offered me a tremendous amount of money.”
Jae frowned. Junsu could see the disappointment on the shop keeper’s face.
“I don’t mean to pry, but could you tell me who bought the doll?”
Jae knew about Junsu’s interest in toys, so he felt there was no harm in telling him who purchased the doll.
“It was Changmin, the night club owner.”
Junsu’s eyes bulged.
“You sold the doll to Changmin? Oh no! Oh my God son! Lord only knows what that little pervert is doing with that exquisite creature!”
“Junsu!” the doll screamed as Changmin slammed into him, his long, hard cock spearing into the dolls tight ass.
Yoochun was weeping; his body was sore, yet it was ecstasy. He cried out Junsu’s name once more at the top of his lungs.
“Damn it Yoochun,” Changmin yelled at him between grunts and hip thrusts.
“How the hell am I supposed to fuck you if you keep crying and calling out for Junsu?”
The doll’s slender fingers grasped the sheets. He arched his back; the line of his swan-like neck accentuated by the subtle lighting in Changmin’s room.
“What is fuck,” the doll asked between raged breaths?
Changmin rolled his eyes,
“It’s what we are doing now, my innocent and annoying friend.”
Yoochun moaned and licked his luscious lips as the nightclub owner’s rigid length continued to pierce his insides.
“Do you think Junsu will fuck me?”
Changmin was livid. He was trying hard not to lose his erection. Yoochun’s determination to be with Junsu was driving him insane. He ignored the doll’s words and concentrated on how good it felt to be inside Yoochun’s body.
“Chunnie-ah,” he affectionately called out to the doll; “touch yourself. Don’t you want to touch yourself?”
Yoochun stared at the swollen parts between his legs. It hurt; just like the night he saw Jae and Yunho together.
“Touch your self,” Changmin entreated once more. “You really want to touch yourself.”
The doll raised an eyebrow.
“I do?”
Changmin nodded.
“Yes. You really want to touch yourself.”
Yoochun’s hand fisted his velvety hardness and began to stroke.
“I really want to touch myself.”
As Changmin’s thrusts increased, so did the speed in which Yoochun’s hand moved up and down his swollen shaft. Everything was in sync; Changmin’s thrusts; Yoochun’s hand; the pounding of both their hearts.
Changmin watched as the doll continued to pleasure himself; his wiry body arching off the bed; Changmin holding on for dear life as he twisted and thrashed about the covers; sweat glistening on his porcelain skin. Yoochun’s insides constricted against the club owner’s cock; grunting, he spilled; leaning forward his mouth engulfed the doll’s lips, silencing what he knew would be another call for Kim Junsu. The doll shuddered as his release came; his stickiness coating both of them.
Changmin collapsed his full weight upon the doll, not caring that he might crush the delicate creature. Their hearts beat together; the doll’s slightly faster than his. They lay huddled in the dark, their arms and legs entwined within each other.
Changmin sat up and pointed to his bathroom.
“Clean yourself up now,” he ordered.
He led the doll to the shower. Adjusting the water, Changmin shared the steamy goodness with the doll; Yoochun once more exhibiting child-like behavior as he experienced being washed for the first time. After drying off, they returned to the bed. Changmin stretched out his arm and entreated Yoochun to join him once more.
“Stay with me,” the nightclub owner asked.
The doll shook his head. Retrieving the red dress and Santa Claus hat he haphazardly dressed himself. Stepping inside the glass case, the doll closed the door. He struck a pose and waited for sunrise.
Changmin watched with sadness as a single tear fell from Yoochun’s eye and dribbled down his cherry red lips. As the doll’s breath fogged up the glass case, Junsu’s name escaped his lips.
Downtown at the emporium, Yunho sighed as he watched Jae stare at the empty storefront window.
Unable to sleep, Kim Junsu looked at the ceiling; his thoughts focused on the beautiful doll he let slip though his fingers.
As the sun rose, Changmin watched as the doll froze; Yoohun’s broken heart taking its last beat.
The nightclub owner crawled into bed; grasping a pillow he breathed deep, inhaling the doll’s intoxicating scent.
All was still; all was silent. All was empty.