Die With Me (7/?)
I am so sorry about the late update, but this chapter was quite intense to write and plus i suddenly had a change of heart about the next few chapters so im doing some major changes and stuff...but here's chapter 7~ please dont kill me
Die With Me (7/?)
vii.
Kibum sits in a room with Hyukjae and he thinks about Donghae.
He wonders what the other man is going through right now, if is in pain or maybe lying in a dark room somewhere, needing someone to help him. Kibum thinks of all the things the other must be forced to endure and he grits his teeth. It won’t be too long before they break Donghae and Kibum has to get to him before, or at least be there afterwards to help him.
Glancing at Hyukjae’s miserable figure curled up weakly on the couch, Kibum knows that he’s going to get to Donghae first.
They’re brought out as usual, the beginnings of a morbid routine. For a horrible moment, Hankyung thought the pedophilic old man was going to fuck with Donghae again, but he just smiles sinisterly before moving on. Hankyung’s panic levels starting to rise as the man moves past him and eyes Kyuhyun hungrily. Both Donghae and Hankyung shout out as the man yanks at the chain at Kyuhyun’s neck, jerking the youngest one forward.
His face is pushed roughly onto the carpet and the Grand Master’s eyes darken as he parts Kyuhyun’s ass. He shoves two fingers inside without any lube and the fire burns it way up his spine and Kyuhyun can’t help the strangled scream he lets out, his entrance still sensitive and tender from last night.
“Someone fucked you last night…Who was it?” Kyuhyun shakes his head and another finger is shoved in quickly. Kyuhyun whimpers and cries out as he’s stretched, but he doesn’t answer. The man turns to the others, “Which of you fucked him last night?” There’s no answer and then the fingers disappear and something much larger replaces it, Kyuhyun is screaming as he’s suddenly filled fully, the tears falling fast.
“No stop! Stop it! It was me, I fucked him; take it out on me!” Hankyung was shouting, his eyes pained as he stares at Kyuhyun’s shaking form.
Hankyung would rather be fucked senseless by the old man than having to hurt his dongsaengs.
“No hyung! Don- Arghhhh” Kyuhyun’s voice trails off as the man pulls out and slams back in.
“Take me you bastard! Let him go!”
Then suddenly it’s gone and Kyuhyun’s lying on the ground, sore but relatively undamaged and he raises his eyes fearfully as the old man walks over and drags Hankyung across the floor.
Hankyung is shoved onto his knees, hissing as the old man grabs his hair roughly and then slams his cock in without preparation. Even as Hankyung’s screaming, he can hear the other two scream as well and he’s more worried about Kyuhyun than himself. The man had found Kyuhyun’s weak spot and that was watching Hankyung getting hurt. Now he was exploiting it to the best of his abilities as he fucks Hankyung hard, trying to draw out more screams.
Kyuhyun is screaming at the sight of his hyung being fucked violently, the Chinese man’s agonized screams cutting like razors. The fear and guilt is rising up like a tidal wave and Kyuhyun chokes on nothing, fingers clenching at the carpet, ready to throw himself forward. Just then hands grab at him and his eyes narrow in pure loathing as he sees Zhoumi picking him up. Donghae is spitting curses at the traitor, yanking on his chains, but Zhoumi seems to focus solely on Kyuhyun as he places him near Hankyung.
“Master?” Zhoumi whispered softly.
The Grand Master doesn’t stop in his thrusts and Hankyung’s lying limply now, a trickle of blood flowing from his entrance. “Yes, you can have your reward now, Zhoumi.”
Hankyung’s head shoots up, “No…no! Zhoumi don’t you dare, I’ll ki- nnnghhh!” as the man pulls out and slams back in roughly.
Kyuhyun is struggling and cursing as he feels Zhoumi straddle him, “You bastard, you fucking traitor, get your filthy hands off-” His spiteful sentence is cut abruptly, pitching off into a scream as Zhoumi slams into him, eyes bright.
“Yeah that’s right Kyuhyun, you’re mine now…scream for me baby~”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth, determined not to give the other the satisfaction, but the strangled cry escapes anyway as Zhoumi pulls all the way out, lifting his hips and slamming back in.
Hankyung’s watching them with anguished eyes, pain and anger blazing like fire, fingers digging into the carpet, raking lines in the wool.
“Oh yes, God…Kyuhyun you’re so tight, ohhh so fucking tight, your little virginal hole all for me.”
The Grand Master cuts in, voice silky. “Oh but Zhoumi, it’s not…you see Hankyung here has already taken your little crush, he belongs to our fine doctor here now.”
Zhoumi’s face twists, eyes hard stones as he growls at Hankyung, hands tightening on Kyuhyun’s hips, lips pressed into a hard thin line. “Is this true Kyuhyun? You let someone other than me touch you?” His voice was quiet and deadly.
Kyuhyun laughs mockingly, “I didn’t let him touch me, I wanted him, I begged him to take me just so-”
Zhoumi had let out a crazed yell, one hand grasping Kyuhyun’s hair and yanking his head back, whilst the other tightened on his hip, pulling the slim body back as he slams in violently, over and over, ignoring Kyuhyun’s pained cries. “Why would you do that you stupid whore?! You’re supposed to be mine and mine alone! Yet you let yourself be dirtied!” His rough thrusts turning erratic, before he grunts and empties into Kyuhyun’s shaking body.
“How long can I have him for, Master?”
The old man empties into Hankyung leisurely, “well I need him tomorrow morning…so0 you can keep him for the night. I’ll come for him at midnight”
Hankyung’s eyes widen with horror whilst Kyuhyun shudders. Zhoumi’s eyes light up and he smiles, thanking his master.
Zhoumi drags Kyuhyun yelling to his room as the Grand Master pulls out and walks over to the wall facing Donghae, pressing a few buttons and Donghae’s face twist in horror as a video is brought up, of his first encounter with the man. Another button and the speakers around the room all boom to life, just in time to catch Donghae’s first moan as he’s bent over the couch and fingered. Donghae frozen in horror as the camera captures his aroused expression, his own moans pumping loudly through the room.
Hankyung’s yanked to his feet and jerked along out of the room, leaving Donghae to cringe in shame, unable to hide from the images and sounds. “Enjoy…I’ll be back soon.”
Hyukjae comes home after throwing himself into work for the day and he kicks off his shoes, weary to the bone, but not tired enough to carry him off to sleep.
He lifts the jar onto his bed and empties the contents of his pocket into it, a few coins, some notes, barely anything.
But at least it’s something.
Hyukjae hugs the jar and lies on the bed he shares with Donghae, thinking of the two most important people in his life and wishing he could do something.
Hankyung is pulled along the corridor and forced into a room, the blood rushing to his face in rage as he takes in Kyuhyun writhing on the bed, Zhoumi once again fucking him eagerly. The Grand Master shoves Hankyung into a chair in the corner and ties him down securely, before gagging him. With a smirk he leaves, letting out a chillingly happy call of ‘Donghae~”.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Hankyung starts struggling, trying to loosen his bindings, snarling at Zhoumi. Zhoumi just smirks at him, mouth stretching wide, a quick flash of teeth, before slamming hard enough into Kyuhyun to rock the bed. When Zhoumi reaches his orgasm, he quickly pulls out, shooting all over Kyuhyun’s backside, legs and back; the younger man clenching his teeth in disgust as the warm fluid drips down his skin.
The smile fades from Zhoumi’s face as he glares at Hankyung. “How dare you take him first…Kyuhyun is mine and only I’m allowed to fuck him. I’m the only one who’s allowed to make him cry out in pleasure or scream in pain, ME. Only I am allowed, do you fucking understand me?!”
Hankyung snarls and jerks forward in his seat, eyes murderous. Kyuhyun growls low in his throat, “I’m not yours, you fucking asshole.”
Zhoumi reaches down and slaps Kyuhyun hard across the face, Kyuhyun’s head snapping to one side from the hit. Zhoumi shoves four fingers inside of Kyuhyun whose body snaps taunt, a scream escaping sharply. Hankyung closing his eyes painfully as Zhoumi fingerfucks Kyuhyun, wishing he could block out the pained sounds the younger man was making; a choked gasp making his eyes snap open.
“I want you watching the whole time…you close your eyes and he gets it worse, understand?”
The phone rings once, twice, before a click sounds, “Master?”
“How are things over there? Hectic as usual?”
“Yes, Master, things in a place like this never really changes. Master, how are the others?”
“Oh I am treating my guests wonderfully; I believe they are enjoying their stay.”
“Just…please, Master, don’t hurt him too much, I-”
“Don’t worry, your darling is getting the best of my hospitality.”
“T-thank you, Master.”
Kyuhyun comes with a pained grunt, seemingly disgusted by his body’s betrayal. He’s given no time to recover, because by now Zhoumi was rock hard again and he pushes Kyuhyun’s legs so it’s pressed against the younger man’s chest, yanking his legs wider before sinking in all the way, deeper due to the position and Kyuhyun thrashes as Zhoumi penetrates further inside of him. His struggles are becoming weaker, pain etched into his face as his head knocks against the bed with each thrust. When Zhoumi’s about to come, he grabs Kyuhyun’s jaw tightly, forcing it open and empties into his mouth, snapping his jaw shut and smothering his lips, forcing Kyuhyun to either swallow or choke. When Kyuhyun finally gives in, his eyes shamed, Zhoumi just smirks triumphantly, before shoving Kyuhyun roughly off the bed with a kick. “Have you learned you lesson yet, Kyu-ah? You shouldn’t let anyone else touch you, only me; I love you so much, only I deserve you…”
“Fuck you, you son of a bitch!”
Zhoumi hisses, reaching under his bed and pulling out a dildo which he promptly shoves up Kyuhyun’s ass, the younger man howling and falling forward from the force. Zhoumi shoves him until he’s at Hankyung feet, forcing his head between Hankyung’s thighs. Zhoumi slams the dildo in and out, making Kyuhyun’s face press against Hankyung’s member, rubbing against it each time he jerks.
“Suck it, suck his cock, you always wanted his cock didn’t you, you whore. Just like Donghae. Dreamed about it, but never able to do anything, because he’s already got Siwon.” Kyuhyun reluctantly opens his mouth and takes Hankyung in, gagging as Zhoumi slams into him from behind. “You wanted him so bad all this time, but he’s already got Siwon- kind, handsome, loving Siwon- he doesn’t need you. You're just a dongsaeng. He doesn't love you like you love him. He’ll never need you. To him, you’re just a quiet, awkward, inexperienced little boy.”
Kyuhyun whimpers at Zhoumi’s words and Hankyung grits his teeth at the vibrations running through his cock, trying his hardest not to buck his hips.
“You wish it was his cock up your ass, don’t you? But Hankyung doesn’t like it that way, he likes having his hot, tight little hole stretched open by Siwon’s big, thick cock. He doesn’t want you, you’re not enough…he needs a man, needs that huge penis up his ass and fucking him into the mattress. Every time you think of Hankyung, he’s actually in the other room, moaning and writhing underneath Siwon…”
Kyuhyun chokes and inhales sharply, sucking in a deep breath that has Hankyung nearing the edge, and when Zhoumi slams Kyuhyun forward hard enough for Hankyung’s cock to slide down Kyuhyun’s tight throat, he can’t hold it in any longer, emptying into Kyuhyun’s mouth, Zhoumi again forcing him to swallow every last drop.
“Hmmm, you like swallowing all that cum don’t you, likes sucking cock and having them come in your mouth so you can taste it, don’t you? But from now on, you can only swallow my cum, okay? Only I love you like this, so you have to be mine...”
Siwon is fixing the engine of the motorbike he had stolen with Hankyung, and as he run his hands along the leather seats, he can almost see the beautiful Chinese man sitting with his arms wrapped around Siwon’s waist, hair bellowing in the wind.
He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against the seat, the smell of leather and sound of laughter filling up the empty room.
Geng…
Leeteuk sits in his room getting ready for tonight, and he stares into the mirror and he tries to remember what he really looked like. This face, it was his, but somehow it wasn't, because this was the face that smiled for men that disgusted him, the face that was touched and gazed upon by hungry, lusty strangers who knew nothing about him, but took all that was intimate.
Sometimes, he feels like he can just peel back the skin and throw away the mask.
Zhoumi pulls Kyuhyun’s limp form across the room, picking him up and slamming him against the table, bending him over and kicking open his legs, positioning his hardened member against the overfucked hole and slamming in with a satisfied groan. He fucks Kyuhyun hard against the table and Kyuhyun doesn’t even retaliate anymore, too exhausted to even talk, his body slumping to the ground with a thud as Zhoumi suddenly pulls away. He stands over Kyuhyun’s prone form and pumps his cock once, twice, before he bursts, long streams of sticky cum squirting out onto Kyuhyun’s face, splaying his hair and chest as well. This is finally too much, the pure humiliation of it and Kyuhyun starts to sob.
Zhoumi bends down and wipes away his tears, “Shhh, it’s okay…awww my poor baby, Kyu. I don’t want to hurt you, but you make me so mad, always hanging around the others. I get so jealous, you don’t even understand…I can’t stand it, I have to do something.”
He leans in and bites down on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, marking him. “See if you weren’t such a promiscuous little bitch, Hankyung wouldn’t even be here and Heechul wouldn’t have died in such a way.” At both Kyuhyun and Hankyung’s sharp hiss, he laughs, “oh yes, I killed Heechul hyung. He suspected it was me who poisoned Henry- yes that was me too- and confronted me with a knife! I quickly turn it on him and stabbed him, he’s such a girl. But then I remembered him kissing you Kyu-ah! And I got so angry, how dare he! So I cut off his dirty lips and slashed up his pretty face and I stabbed him over and over again, because I was so angry. I was going to fuck him whilst he died, but then Hyukjae came running back and ruined everything.”
Kyuhyun glared at him, spitting at him, “You fucking animal! I wish you’d kneel over and die!”
Zhoumi hissed dangerously, picking up the abandoned dildo and slamming it back in, pumping it frantically, “No! Say you’re mine, that you only love me!”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth against the pain, “I’ll never be yours!”
Zhoumi’s eyes were wide as he practically stabs repeatedly into Kyuhyun’s hole, “Say you’re mine! Say it!”
Kyuhyun howling in agony, body thrashing as it tries to get away from the agony.
Then Hankyung’s thrashing and jerking against his bindings as Zhoumi drops the dildo and picks up the clarinet lying on the table, his arm pulling back, ready to slam it inside the semi-unconscious boy in his grasp, eyes crazed.
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Die With Me (7/?)
vii.
Kibum sits in a room with Hyukjae and he thinks about Donghae.
He wonders what the other man is going through right now, if is in pain or maybe lying in a dark room somewhere, needing someone to help him. Kibum thinks of all the things the other must be forced to endure and he grits his teeth. It won’t be too long before they break Donghae and Kibum has to get to him before, or at least be there afterwards to help him.
Glancing at Hyukjae’s miserable figure curled up weakly on the couch, Kibum knows that he’s going to get to Donghae first.
They’re brought out as usual, the beginnings of a morbid routine. For a horrible moment, Hankyung thought the pedophilic old man was going to fuck with Donghae again, but he just smiles sinisterly before moving on. Hankyung’s panic levels starting to rise as the man moves past him and eyes Kyuhyun hungrily. Both Donghae and Hankyung shout out as the man yanks at the chain at Kyuhyun’s neck, jerking the youngest one forward.
His face is pushed roughly onto the carpet and the Grand Master’s eyes darken as he parts Kyuhyun’s ass. He shoves two fingers inside without any lube and the fire burns it way up his spine and Kyuhyun can’t help the strangled scream he lets out, his entrance still sensitive and tender from last night.
“Someone fucked you last night…Who was it?” Kyuhyun shakes his head and another finger is shoved in quickly. Kyuhyun whimpers and cries out as he’s stretched, but he doesn’t answer. The man turns to the others, “Which of you fucked him last night?” There’s no answer and then the fingers disappear and something much larger replaces it, Kyuhyun is screaming as he’s suddenly filled fully, the tears falling fast.
“No stop! Stop it! It was me, I fucked him; take it out on me!” Hankyung was shouting, his eyes pained as he stares at Kyuhyun’s shaking form.
Hankyung would rather be fucked senseless by the old man than having to hurt his dongsaengs.
“No hyung! Don- Arghhhh” Kyuhyun’s voice trails off as the man pulls out and slams back in.
“Take me you bastard! Let him go!”
Then suddenly it’s gone and Kyuhyun’s lying on the ground, sore but relatively undamaged and he raises his eyes fearfully as the old man walks over and drags Hankyung across the floor.
Hankyung is shoved onto his knees, hissing as the old man grabs his hair roughly and then slams his cock in without preparation. Even as Hankyung’s screaming, he can hear the other two scream as well and he’s more worried about Kyuhyun than himself. The man had found Kyuhyun’s weak spot and that was watching Hankyung getting hurt. Now he was exploiting it to the best of his abilities as he fucks Hankyung hard, trying to draw out more screams.
Kyuhyun is screaming at the sight of his hyung being fucked violently, the Chinese man’s agonized screams cutting like razors. The fear and guilt is rising up like a tidal wave and Kyuhyun chokes on nothing, fingers clenching at the carpet, ready to throw himself forward. Just then hands grab at him and his eyes narrow in pure loathing as he sees Zhoumi picking him up. Donghae is spitting curses at the traitor, yanking on his chains, but Zhoumi seems to focus solely on Kyuhyun as he places him near Hankyung.
“Master?” Zhoumi whispered softly.
The Grand Master doesn’t stop in his thrusts and Hankyung’s lying limply now, a trickle of blood flowing from his entrance. “Yes, you can have your reward now, Zhoumi.”
Hankyung’s head shoots up, “No…no! Zhoumi don’t you dare, I’ll ki- nnnghhh!” as the man pulls out and slams back in roughly.
Kyuhyun is struggling and cursing as he feels Zhoumi straddle him, “You bastard, you fucking traitor, get your filthy hands off-” His spiteful sentence is cut abruptly, pitching off into a scream as Zhoumi slams into him, eyes bright.
“Yeah that’s right Kyuhyun, you’re mine now…scream for me baby~”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth, determined not to give the other the satisfaction, but the strangled cry escapes anyway as Zhoumi pulls all the way out, lifting his hips and slamming back in.
Hankyung’s watching them with anguished eyes, pain and anger blazing like fire, fingers digging into the carpet, raking lines in the wool.
“Oh yes, God…Kyuhyun you’re so tight, ohhh so fucking tight, your little virginal hole all for me.”
The Grand Master cuts in, voice silky. “Oh but Zhoumi, it’s not…you see Hankyung here has already taken your little crush, he belongs to our fine doctor here now.”
Zhoumi’s face twists, eyes hard stones as he growls at Hankyung, hands tightening on Kyuhyun’s hips, lips pressed into a hard thin line. “Is this true Kyuhyun? You let someone other than me touch you?” His voice was quiet and deadly.
Kyuhyun laughs mockingly, “I didn’t let him touch me, I wanted him, I begged him to take me just so-”
Zhoumi had let out a crazed yell, one hand grasping Kyuhyun’s hair and yanking his head back, whilst the other tightened on his hip, pulling the slim body back as he slams in violently, over and over, ignoring Kyuhyun’s pained cries. “Why would you do that you stupid whore?! You’re supposed to be mine and mine alone! Yet you let yourself be dirtied!” His rough thrusts turning erratic, before he grunts and empties into Kyuhyun’s shaking body.
“How long can I have him for, Master?”
The old man empties into Hankyung leisurely, “well I need him tomorrow morning…so0 you can keep him for the night. I’ll come for him at midnight”
Hankyung’s eyes widen with horror whilst Kyuhyun shudders. Zhoumi’s eyes light up and he smiles, thanking his master.
Zhoumi drags Kyuhyun yelling to his room as the Grand Master pulls out and walks over to the wall facing Donghae, pressing a few buttons and Donghae’s face twist in horror as a video is brought up, of his first encounter with the man. Another button and the speakers around the room all boom to life, just in time to catch Donghae’s first moan as he’s bent over the couch and fingered. Donghae frozen in horror as the camera captures his aroused expression, his own moans pumping loudly through the room.
Hankyung’s yanked to his feet and jerked along out of the room, leaving Donghae to cringe in shame, unable to hide from the images and sounds. “Enjoy…I’ll be back soon.”
Hyukjae comes home after throwing himself into work for the day and he kicks off his shoes, weary to the bone, but not tired enough to carry him off to sleep.
He lifts the jar onto his bed and empties the contents of his pocket into it, a few coins, some notes, barely anything.
But at least it’s something.
Hyukjae hugs the jar and lies on the bed he shares with Donghae, thinking of the two most important people in his life and wishing he could do something.
Hankyung is pulled along the corridor and forced into a room, the blood rushing to his face in rage as he takes in Kyuhyun writhing on the bed, Zhoumi once again fucking him eagerly. The Grand Master shoves Hankyung into a chair in the corner and ties him down securely, before gagging him. With a smirk he leaves, letting out a chillingly happy call of ‘Donghae~”.
As soon as the door clicks shut, Hankyung starts struggling, trying to loosen his bindings, snarling at Zhoumi. Zhoumi just smirks at him, mouth stretching wide, a quick flash of teeth, before slamming hard enough into Kyuhyun to rock the bed. When Zhoumi reaches his orgasm, he quickly pulls out, shooting all over Kyuhyun’s backside, legs and back; the younger man clenching his teeth in disgust as the warm fluid drips down his skin.
The smile fades from Zhoumi’s face as he glares at Hankyung. “How dare you take him first…Kyuhyun is mine and only I’m allowed to fuck him. I’m the only one who’s allowed to make him cry out in pleasure or scream in pain, ME. Only I am allowed, do you fucking understand me?!”
Hankyung snarls and jerks forward in his seat, eyes murderous. Kyuhyun growls low in his throat, “I’m not yours, you fucking asshole.”
Zhoumi reaches down and slaps Kyuhyun hard across the face, Kyuhyun’s head snapping to one side from the hit. Zhoumi shoves four fingers inside of Kyuhyun whose body snaps taunt, a scream escaping sharply. Hankyung closing his eyes painfully as Zhoumi fingerfucks Kyuhyun, wishing he could block out the pained sounds the younger man was making; a choked gasp making his eyes snap open.
“I want you watching the whole time…you close your eyes and he gets it worse, understand?”
The phone rings once, twice, before a click sounds, “Master?”
“How are things over there? Hectic as usual?”
“Yes, Master, things in a place like this never really changes. Master, how are the others?”
“Oh I am treating my guests wonderfully; I believe they are enjoying their stay.”
“Just…please, Master, don’t hurt him too much, I-”
“Don’t worry, your darling is getting the best of my hospitality.”
“T-thank you, Master.”
Kyuhyun comes with a pained grunt, seemingly disgusted by his body’s betrayal. He’s given no time to recover, because by now Zhoumi was rock hard again and he pushes Kyuhyun’s legs so it’s pressed against the younger man’s chest, yanking his legs wider before sinking in all the way, deeper due to the position and Kyuhyun thrashes as Zhoumi penetrates further inside of him. His struggles are becoming weaker, pain etched into his face as his head knocks against the bed with each thrust. When Zhoumi’s about to come, he grabs Kyuhyun’s jaw tightly, forcing it open and empties into his mouth, snapping his jaw shut and smothering his lips, forcing Kyuhyun to either swallow or choke. When Kyuhyun finally gives in, his eyes shamed, Zhoumi just smirks triumphantly, before shoving Kyuhyun roughly off the bed with a kick. “Have you learned you lesson yet, Kyu-ah? You shouldn’t let anyone else touch you, only me; I love you so much, only I deserve you…”
“Fuck you, you son of a bitch!”
Zhoumi hisses, reaching under his bed and pulling out a dildo which he promptly shoves up Kyuhyun’s ass, the younger man howling and falling forward from the force. Zhoumi shoves him until he’s at Hankyung feet, forcing his head between Hankyung’s thighs. Zhoumi slams the dildo in and out, making Kyuhyun’s face press against Hankyung’s member, rubbing against it each time he jerks.
“Suck it, suck his cock, you always wanted his cock didn’t you, you whore. Just like Donghae. Dreamed about it, but never able to do anything, because he’s already got Siwon.” Kyuhyun reluctantly opens his mouth and takes Hankyung in, gagging as Zhoumi slams into him from behind. “You wanted him so bad all this time, but he’s already got Siwon- kind, handsome, loving Siwon- he doesn’t need you. You're just a dongsaeng. He doesn't love you like you love him. He’ll never need you. To him, you’re just a quiet, awkward, inexperienced little boy.”
Kyuhyun whimpers at Zhoumi’s words and Hankyung grits his teeth at the vibrations running through his cock, trying his hardest not to buck his hips.
“You wish it was his cock up your ass, don’t you? But Hankyung doesn’t like it that way, he likes having his hot, tight little hole stretched open by Siwon’s big, thick cock. He doesn’t want you, you’re not enough…he needs a man, needs that huge penis up his ass and fucking him into the mattress. Every time you think of Hankyung, he’s actually in the other room, moaning and writhing underneath Siwon…”
Kyuhyun chokes and inhales sharply, sucking in a deep breath that has Hankyung nearing the edge, and when Zhoumi slams Kyuhyun forward hard enough for Hankyung’s cock to slide down Kyuhyun’s tight throat, he can’t hold it in any longer, emptying into Kyuhyun’s mouth, Zhoumi again forcing him to swallow every last drop.
“Hmmm, you like swallowing all that cum don’t you, likes sucking cock and having them come in your mouth so you can taste it, don’t you? But from now on, you can only swallow my cum, okay? Only I love you like this, so you have to be mine...”
Siwon is fixing the engine of the motorbike he had stolen with Hankyung, and as he run his hands along the leather seats, he can almost see the beautiful Chinese man sitting with his arms wrapped around Siwon’s waist, hair bellowing in the wind.
He closes his eyes, resting his forehead against the seat, the smell of leather and sound of laughter filling up the empty room.
Geng…
Leeteuk sits in his room getting ready for tonight, and he stares into the mirror and he tries to remember what he really looked like. This face, it was his, but somehow it wasn't, because this was the face that smiled for men that disgusted him, the face that was touched and gazed upon by hungry, lusty strangers who knew nothing about him, but took all that was intimate.
Sometimes, he feels like he can just peel back the skin and throw away the mask.
Zhoumi pulls Kyuhyun’s limp form across the room, picking him up and slamming him against the table, bending him over and kicking open his legs, positioning his hardened member against the overfucked hole and slamming in with a satisfied groan. He fucks Kyuhyun hard against the table and Kyuhyun doesn’t even retaliate anymore, too exhausted to even talk, his body slumping to the ground with a thud as Zhoumi suddenly pulls away. He stands over Kyuhyun’s prone form and pumps his cock once, twice, before he bursts, long streams of sticky cum squirting out onto Kyuhyun’s face, splaying his hair and chest as well. This is finally too much, the pure humiliation of it and Kyuhyun starts to sob.
Zhoumi bends down and wipes away his tears, “Shhh, it’s okay…awww my poor baby, Kyu. I don’t want to hurt you, but you make me so mad, always hanging around the others. I get so jealous, you don’t even understand…I can’t stand it, I have to do something.”
He leans in and bites down on Kyuhyun’s shoulder, marking him. “See if you weren’t such a promiscuous little bitch, Hankyung wouldn’t even be here and Heechul wouldn’t have died in such a way.” At both Kyuhyun and Hankyung’s sharp hiss, he laughs, “oh yes, I killed Heechul hyung. He suspected it was me who poisoned Henry- yes that was me too- and confronted me with a knife! I quickly turn it on him and stabbed him, he’s such a girl. But then I remembered him kissing you Kyu-ah! And I got so angry, how dare he! So I cut off his dirty lips and slashed up his pretty face and I stabbed him over and over again, because I was so angry. I was going to fuck him whilst he died, but then Hyukjae came running back and ruined everything.”
Kyuhyun glared at him, spitting at him, “You fucking animal! I wish you’d kneel over and die!”
Zhoumi hissed dangerously, picking up the abandoned dildo and slamming it back in, pumping it frantically, “No! Say you’re mine, that you only love me!”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth against the pain, “I’ll never be yours!”
Zhoumi’s eyes were wide as he practically stabs repeatedly into Kyuhyun’s hole, “Say you’re mine! Say it!”
Kyuhyun howling in agony, body thrashing as it tries to get away from the agony.
Then Hankyung’s thrashing and jerking against his bindings as Zhoumi drops the dildo and picks up the clarinet lying on the table, his arm pulling back, ready to slam it inside the semi-unconscious boy in his grasp, eyes crazed.
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