Stockholm Syndrome 3
Junsu’s situation was ridiculous. Strapped to a chair and naked from the waist down, he was being held captive by a psychotic night club owner who happened to be the illegitimate son of his adopted father. Even more troubling was the fact that Yoochun had sexually assaulted him and was now passed out in his lap!
Junsu took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He could barely move; arms and legs strapped to the chair. He decided to try and wake his sleeping captor.
“Hey, Yoochun, wake up.”
The kidnapper snored; his slender frame slumped over his hapless victim’s thighs. Junsu tried to wake him once more.
“Yoochun, get up, I’m not a cushion!”
Junsu did his best to move; body shaking the chair; an unconscious Yoochun slipping off of him; his head hitting the floor with a loud thump.
“Shit.”
With all his might Junsu tried to move but lost control; the chair tipping forward and toppling over next to Yoochun.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Junsu screamed; his cries finally causing the night club owner to stir.
Yoochun blinked; his eyes opening and meeting Junsu’s.
“Junsu, why are we on the floor? Are you trying to escape?”
Yoochun sat up, stretched and yawned.
“This will not do, Junsu.”
Yoochun stood up, pulled the chair to an upright position; Junsu sighing deeply.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” the sly kidnapper exclaimed, a slight lilt in his voice.
The older man was still naked, reminding Junsu of the previous night’s unexpected violation. Junsu tried to look away, but Yoochun’s hand on his chin prevented him from doing so.
The club owner, so it seemed, was not as shy. He looked his victim up and down through narrowed eyes. He was quite pleased with his newly acquired possession.
“Perhaps I won’t let you go,” he said out loud. “I should keep you all to myself.”
He licked his lips in an obscene manner; Junsu swallowing hard as his kidnapper leaned in and kissed him hard.
Junsu closed his eyes and did his best to keep his mouth closed; Yoochun once more asserting himself; grabbing Junsu by the hair with one hand and forcing his mouth open with the other. The younger man had had enough. He bit his captor’s lip, drawing blood. Yoochun cried out; his palm slapping Junsu hard across his face.
“Bastard,” Yoochun screamed at his prisoner; Junsu managing to crack a smile despite his pain.
Yoochun wiped the blood from his lips; body shaking he pointed a slender finger at Junsu.
“You are in no position to fight me. It’s useless, do you understand?”
Junsu laughed.
“I’ve made you angry. I’m not so easy to control. Did you think I would just let you touch me and not fight back?”
Yoochun touched Junsu’s sore cheek; the younger man wincing.
“You didn’t seem to mind last night. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Junsu scowled at Yoochun.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You forced yourself on me. Besides, I don’t fuck men.”
“Neither do I, Junsu.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“So what you’re saying is that you’ve never done this before. I mean not with a guy, anyways.”
The club owner smiled and nodded his head.
“You should be flattered Junsu. I’m an infamous playboy; women flock to me in droves. They give me great physical pleasure and yet, they cannot buy my affection. There is room for only one in my heart and that place has been filled.”
The hairs on Kim Junsu’s neck were standing to attention.
“Are you saying you love me?”
The crazed club owner leaned in close to Junsu and whispered in his ear.
“Yes.”
Trembling hands caressed his torso; Junsu gritting his teeth as Yoochun tongue’s lapped the sweat from his throat. Junsu flinched as slender fingers captured a nipple; forefinger and thumb rubbing the sensitive skin in hopes of eliciting a response. The club owner’s hands moved south; digits dancing lightly across Junsu’s toned belly; the younger man trying desperately to ignore his pounding heart. Yoochun pressed his body into Junsu’s, his arousal brushing up against the younger man’s skin.
“This is insane. You barely know me. I know you’re just doing this to break me; make me lose my mind. You can’t possibly love me. For Christ sake Yoochun, you should hate my guts.”
Yoochun silenced his captive with a gentle kiss.
“At first I hated you,” the older man explained; his teeth gently nipping at Junsu’s earlobe; “I plotted my revenge against you. There were so many opportunities.”
Junsu squirmed as Yoochun’s cock twitched up against his inner thigh.
“I even tried to kill you once.”
Sweat began to drip from every pore of Junsu’s body.
“I went to one of your soccer practices. The gun was in my hands and I was shaking. I had you in my sights, but I couldn’t pull the trigger. I sat and watched you play that night. I was mesmerized by the way you smiled and laughed. I memorized every inch of you; your toned muscles; the curve of your ass. It was on that evening that I discovered my true feelings. I hung my head in shame, though no one could see me. Hidden beneath the bleachers I stroked my cock until I came. I bit my arm so I wouldn’t reveal my presence. I went home that night and got really drunk. I put the gun to my head thinking if I was dead, my torment would end. But I just kept thinking about you. ”
Yoochun was crying now; his slender frame wracked with sobs. Either he was a really good actor or he was certifiably insane.
Junsu didn’t know what to say; how to feel. He just wished it was a bad dream and he would wake up. But it wasn’t a nightmare; he was wide awake and the victim of a sick, twisted, vengeful being. Yoochun was a troubled soul who tortured Junsu’s brain with a tale of woe told through tear filled eyes.
“Jesus,” Junsu growled in defiance as Yoochun’s hands began to stroke him, his breath coming in short gasps.
He made one last effort to free his wrists from his bonds, but to no avail. His heart thumped violently in his chest as Yoochun’s mouth engulfed his length.
As Yoochun continued to have his way with his hapless captive, Junsu began to feel the sting of his own tears. The room began to spin; Junsu’s eyes fluttering closed; he cursed Yoochun beneath his breath.
“Damn you,” he mumbled before passing out.
Yoochun didn’t care; he was already damned.
Title: Stockholm Syndrome 3
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17?
Genre: angst, smut, violence, revenge
Length: 3 of ?
Summary: A vengeful man kidnaps the son of the city’s wealthiest citizen.
Junsu took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves. He could barely move; arms and legs strapped to the chair. He decided to try and wake his sleeping captor.
“Hey, Yoochun, wake up.”
The kidnapper snored; his slender frame slumped over his hapless victim’s thighs. Junsu tried to wake him once more.
“Yoochun, get up, I’m not a cushion!”
Junsu did his best to move; body shaking the chair; an unconscious Yoochun slipping off of him; his head hitting the floor with a loud thump.
“Shit.”
With all his might Junsu tried to move but lost control; the chair tipping forward and toppling over next to Yoochun.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Junsu screamed; his cries finally causing the night club owner to stir.
Yoochun blinked; his eyes opening and meeting Junsu’s.
“Junsu, why are we on the floor? Are you trying to escape?”
Yoochun sat up, stretched and yawned.
“This will not do, Junsu.”
Yoochun stood up, pulled the chair to an upright position; Junsu sighing deeply.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” the sly kidnapper exclaimed, a slight lilt in his voice.
The older man was still naked, reminding Junsu of the previous night’s unexpected violation. Junsu tried to look away, but Yoochun’s hand on his chin prevented him from doing so.
The club owner, so it seemed, was not as shy. He looked his victim up and down through narrowed eyes. He was quite pleased with his newly acquired possession.
“Perhaps I won’t let you go,” he said out loud. “I should keep you all to myself.”
He licked his lips in an obscene manner; Junsu swallowing hard as his kidnapper leaned in and kissed him hard.
Junsu closed his eyes and did his best to keep his mouth closed; Yoochun once more asserting himself; grabbing Junsu by the hair with one hand and forcing his mouth open with the other. The younger man had had enough. He bit his captor’s lip, drawing blood. Yoochun cried out; his palm slapping Junsu hard across his face.
“Bastard,” Yoochun screamed at his prisoner; Junsu managing to crack a smile despite his pain.
Yoochun wiped the blood from his lips; body shaking he pointed a slender finger at Junsu.
“You are in no position to fight me. It’s useless, do you understand?”
Junsu laughed.
“I’ve made you angry. I’m not so easy to control. Did you think I would just let you touch me and not fight back?”
Yoochun touched Junsu’s sore cheek; the younger man wincing.
“You didn’t seem to mind last night. You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
Junsu scowled at Yoochun.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You forced yourself on me. Besides, I don’t fuck men.”
“Neither do I, Junsu.”
Junsu raised an eyebrow.
“So what you’re saying is that you’ve never done this before. I mean not with a guy, anyways.”
The club owner smiled and nodded his head.
“You should be flattered Junsu. I’m an infamous playboy; women flock to me in droves. They give me great physical pleasure and yet, they cannot buy my affection. There is room for only one in my heart and that place has been filled.”
The hairs on Kim Junsu’s neck were standing to attention.
“Are you saying you love me?”
The crazed club owner leaned in close to Junsu and whispered in his ear.
“Yes.”
Trembling hands caressed his torso; Junsu gritting his teeth as Yoochun tongue’s lapped the sweat from his throat. Junsu flinched as slender fingers captured a nipple; forefinger and thumb rubbing the sensitive skin in hopes of eliciting a response. The club owner’s hands moved south; digits dancing lightly across Junsu’s toned belly; the younger man trying desperately to ignore his pounding heart. Yoochun pressed his body into Junsu’s, his arousal brushing up against the younger man’s skin.
“This is insane. You barely know me. I know you’re just doing this to break me; make me lose my mind. You can’t possibly love me. For Christ sake Yoochun, you should hate my guts.”
Yoochun silenced his captive with a gentle kiss.
“At first I hated you,” the older man explained; his teeth gently nipping at Junsu’s earlobe; “I plotted my revenge against you. There were so many opportunities.”
Junsu squirmed as Yoochun’s cock twitched up against his inner thigh.
“I even tried to kill you once.”
Sweat began to drip from every pore of Junsu’s body.
“I went to one of your soccer practices. The gun was in my hands and I was shaking. I had you in my sights, but I couldn’t pull the trigger. I sat and watched you play that night. I was mesmerized by the way you smiled and laughed. I memorized every inch of you; your toned muscles; the curve of your ass. It was on that evening that I discovered my true feelings. I hung my head in shame, though no one could see me. Hidden beneath the bleachers I stroked my cock until I came. I bit my arm so I wouldn’t reveal my presence. I went home that night and got really drunk. I put the gun to my head thinking if I was dead, my torment would end. But I just kept thinking about you. ”
Yoochun was crying now; his slender frame wracked with sobs. Either he was a really good actor or he was certifiably insane.
Junsu didn’t know what to say; how to feel. He just wished it was a bad dream and he would wake up. But it wasn’t a nightmare; he was wide awake and the victim of a sick, twisted, vengeful being. Yoochun was a troubled soul who tortured Junsu’s brain with a tale of woe told through tear filled eyes.
“Jesus,” Junsu growled in defiance as Yoochun’s hands began to stroke him, his breath coming in short gasps.
He made one last effort to free his wrists from his bonds, but to no avail. His heart thumped violently in his chest as Yoochun’s mouth engulfed his length.
As Yoochun continued to have his way with his hapless captive, Junsu began to feel the sting of his own tears. The room began to spin; Junsu’s eyes fluttering closed; he cursed Yoochun beneath his breath.
“Damn you,” he mumbled before passing out.
Yoochun didn’t care; he was already damned.
Title: Stockholm Syndrome 3
Author: onthethruway01
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: NC-17?
Genre: angst, smut, violence, revenge
Length: 3 of ?
Summary: A vengeful man kidnaps the son of the city’s wealthiest citizen.