The Porcelain Treasure Part 5
Title: The Porcelain Treasure: Little Puppet made of pine
Author: onthethruway01
Pairings: Yoomin; Yoosu
Genre: angst, smut, violence, fantasy
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Strong Yoomin bias
Summary: Kim Junsu is a businessman that collects unusual toys.
“Little puppet made of pine, awake. The gift of life is thine.”
Yoochun stared at the magical box in wonder, as the little doll on the screen came to life.
“Just like me,” he thought. “Just like me.”
Changmin entered his room to see the life sized doll watching the television.
“Pinocchio, I see.”
Yoochun turned to look at his owner. Changmin sighed as tears fell from Yoochun’s delicate lashes.
“That’s enough television for you. It will rot your brain.”
Changmin took the remote from Yoochun’s hands and turned the tv off.
“How did you figure out how to use this?”
Yoochun smiled.
“I’m smart!”
“So I see.”
Changmin walked over to his bed; kicking off his shoes he stretched out upon it; Yoochun following him like a puppy. The doll sat next to the club owner and spoke softly.
“Changmin, what is this?”
The doll took Changmin’s hand in his and placed it upon his beating heart.
“That’s your heart. It keeps you alive. It pumps your blood through your veins.”
The doll looked confused.
“What is blood?”
Changmin thought for a moment before speaking. How does one explain anatomy to a doll that only recently came to life?
“It’s a liquid in your body. It’s red.”
Yoochun looked at his arms. Changmin traced a line with his fingers over the veins in Yoochun’s wrists.
“Red? Like my dress?”
“Yes, like your dress.”
“Changmin, do you have a heart?”
The club owner laughed.
“That depends upon who you ask.”
The doll frowned. He reached out and pulled Changmin’s t-shirt over his head. Changmin sucked in his breath as Yoochun’s palm lay flat against his chest.
The doll shivered as he felt his owner’s heart. It was racing; just like his.
“Does it hurt?” the doll asked.
Changmin cursed himself.
“Yes,” he answered.
“Mine does too,” the doll replied. “I think it’s broken. Can you fix it? Can you get me a new heart?”
The doll’s words cut him like a knife.
“What you need, I cannot give.”
The doll’s lower lip trembled as tears flowed down Changmin’s cheeks. Yoochun’s slender fingers wiped away Changmin’s tears. The club owner shuddered as the doll’s thumb gently brushed against his mouth.
“You are lovely,” the doll whispered in his deep, raspy voice.
Changmin pushed him away and cursed him.
“God damn you Yoochun.”
The club owner staggered to the bathroom door; locking it he turned on the shower. He hoped the water would soothe him and get rid of his hard on.
Yoochun crawled on his hands and knees to the bathroom door and turned the handle. Frustrated that it wouldn’t open, the doll began to sob; crying out for his owner until his voice was hoarse.
Minutes later the door opened; Changmin standing before him, a towel wrapped around his waist.
Yoochun was a mess: he sat with his arms wrapped around his knees; rocking back and forth his body shook like a leaf; eyes swollen and stinging from tears; face flushed; his breaths hard and quick.
Changmin dropped his towel; scooping Yoochun up into his arms, he carried the doll bridal style and dropped him on the bed. He kissed the doll hard; Yoochun’s cries muffled by Changmin’s tongue sliding between his teeth. Changmin assaulted Yoochun’s mouth until it was bruised and swollen. Releasing the doll from the kiss, Changmin screamed at Yoochun; the doll’s eyes wide with fear.
“You little mother fucker,” he said while pulling the red dress over Yoochun’s head. The doll’s cock was rock hard.
“Fuck you,” Changmin shrieked at his possession.
He was not gentle.
The doll convulsed at the penetration; Changmin’s angry and violent thrusts ripping him open.
“I hate you. I hate you because I love you. But you don’t love me do you?”
Changmin’s tears flowed freely. The doll’s body arched off the bed as Changmin slammed into him hard and fast. The doll moaned in pleasure as his owner’s cock scraped up against his prostate.
“You little whore. I’ve taught you everything. I want to make love to you but I can’t. All I can do is fuck you. How can I make love to you when you don’t love me?”
Yoochun closed his eyes; mouth agape; his brain reminding him to breathe. He gasped as Changmin dug his nails into his bony hips.
A barely audible “Junsu” escaped the doll’s lips; the back of Changmin’s hand cracking him across his face, leaving a red mark upon his porcelain skin.
“Your precious Junsu is not here. You love him so much; the man who brought you to life; the man who with one look started your beating heart.”
Changmin’s hand pressed hard against the doll’s sternum; Yoochun’s life pounding out of control beneath his fingers; like a humming birds wings the rhythm seemed alien and frightening. The exotic creature below him stirred his loins like no other, yet knowing Yoochun loved Junsu was more than he could take. He taunted the doll with hateful words; it was the only way he knew to hurt the one he loved.
“I am a man of my word, Yoochun. I made a promise to you. I will give you to Junsu. But what if he doesn’t want you? What will you do then? I won’t take you back. You’ll have to go back to Jae. He’ll just put you in a display case; strangers staring and pointing fingers at you.”
The doll wept. He couldn’t help himself. No matter how good Changmin’s cock felt; the doll couldn’t stop thinking about Junsu. He called out his true love’s name at the top of his lungs.
Changmin was not amused. He flipped the fragile doll over with ease and rammed him from behind. Yoochun cried out; his body in ecstasy; yet his heart torn asunder. Changmin grabbed handfuls of his dark hair and yanked hard. Grasping the covers, the doll’s rigid length pressed against the silken sheets. He felt fluid weep from the tip of his arousal. Gritting his teeth, he spilled; his wiry body twisting and turning; his owner holding him down as he thrashed in his final throes of passion. Changmin came soon after; grunting like an animal as he filled up the dolls tight, little ass with his cum. Moments turned to minutes as the two calmed their breathing; their hearts slowing to a steady pace.
Yoochun grabbed a pillow. Hugging it tightly, he hid behind it, fearing for his life. His gaze never left Changmin’s; his lord and master shooting invisible daggers at him. Changmin picked up the towel and returned to the shower. Yoochun did not move. When the club owner was finished, he found the doll still clutching the pillow. Yoochun followed Changmin’s every move. The club owner dressed himself and brought out something which he tossed on the bed.
“They are for you,” he explained. “They are men’s clothes. There’s a pair of boxers, a shirt and slacks. You can’t wear that red frock anymore. Shower and get dressed.”
Yoochun reluctantly did Changmin’s bidding. He showered and dressed himself. Stepping out of the bathroom he stared at himself in Changmin’s full length mirror. He smoothed the blue, long sleeved shirt and gray pants. Changmin gave him a pair of socks and shoes. The socks itched his feet, so he left them off. Slipping into the loafers, his outfit was complete.
“Into the box with you; it’s almost morning.”
The doll shuffled his feet and stepped into the display case. Changmin closed the door. They stared at each other; Yoochun’s eyes misting over. His lips quivered; his hands pressed against the glass pane as his owner turned the key. Changmin backed away from the case; his eyes locked in any angry glance with Yoochun’s dark orbs. The doll banged his fist against the glass and cried out.
“Changmin.”
“Save your cries for Junsu.”
“Changmin!”
The sun rose as the doll frantically cried out for his owner. Pain ripped through Changmin’ body as he watched his exquisite possession take a final breath; the doll froze in place as his heart ceased to beat; his hands still pressed against the glass. Changmin staggered to the display. Shaking; his hands reached up; palms laying flat against the glass. He pressed his face against the display and wept. He slipped to the floor and bawled his eyes out for several minutes. Regaining his composure, Changmin walked to his dresser and picked up his cell phone. Dialing a number he waited; it rang several times. He contemplated hanging up, but the phone was finally picked up; a sleepy yet sweet voice answered the call.
“This is Junsu.”