VISUAL DIARY :Bone-a-man-a KYUHAN OFFSHOT [2/3]
Part 2....
They get to their really exciting scene for the day and Donghee is examing the script carefully, biting his lips as he fusses, no doubt, over whether Hankyung will bottom well. Hankyung was usually topping, whether it be Heechul or Sungmin or even Donghae and Kyuhyun, and he’s only ever been taken by Siwon; and Kyuhyun was not imposing and bulkily muscled as Siwon and everyone was praying he can make it work.
Then the cameras are rolling, both real and fake and Youngwoon hears a gasp from next to him as the makeup girls take in Hyukjae yanking Hankyung into the scene, by a rope around his neck and Kyuhyun stretching on the throne. He has to agree, they looked absolutely stunning, Kyuhyun dressed in a nobleman’s robes, whilst Hankyung was in nothing but artistically smeared dirt and a flimsy leather loincloth wrapped tantalizingly low around his hip.Hyukjae jerks impatiently at the chain and forces Hankyung onto his knees in front of Kyuhyun.
“Oh Lord Cho, I have brought you my finest slave, his name is Geng.”
Kyuhyun gazes at the slave intently, and Hankyung has his head yanked back, giving the camera a gorgeous close up of exotic khol-rimmed eyes and full pouty lips,
“He doesn’t speak well my Lord, but he’s untouched, pure and waiting for you to defile him…” Hyukjae’s been supplying the Lord for long enough to know his kinks and what he likes. Indeed, the man’s eyes darken with lust at the prospect and he nods at Hyukjae, the later grinning and quickly leaving the room.
Hankyung closes his eyes when Kyuhyun leans closer and grips the back of his neck, as if wanting to block everything out. The tightening of fingers around his throat makes him gasp and stare up at his new master, who was watching him with a smirk. Kyuhyun lets his pants slide to the ground, gripping Hankyung’s face tightly on either side, holding him in place and shoving his half-hard member in his face. Hankyung purses his lips and tries to turn away, gasping as a whip cracks right next to him.
“Suck it or you get this.” Kyuhyun’s tone allowed no arguments.
Reluctantly, the slave opened his mouth, taking his master’s cock between his pretty red lips and the sharp whimper he lets out as Kyuhyun thrusts into his mouth, has Youngwoon hissing at the intensity of the scene. Hankyung was a slave at the mercy of his lord and he believed every second of it, the way those two were stepping into the roles.
Hankyung squirms on his knees, throat working to take in the length and not choke as Kyuhyun mouth fucked him. He lets out a yelp as Kyuhyun suddenly yanks him forward, sitting himself down on the throne, before pushing Hankyung’s face into his lap again. Hankyung growls in his throat and hollows his cheeks, sucking hard and Kyuhyun jerks violently, head thrown back, before looking down at his slave with stark desire in his eyes. He threads his fingers through soft hair and Hankyung whimpers and struggles as Kyuhyun holds him in place, thrusting deep and fast into his mouth.
Youngwoon was definitely getting hard watching, his masochistic side peeping out at the sight of Hankyung on his knees, hands behind his back, forcefully made to take in the large cock. A quick glance around showed him that he was thankfully not the only one and he stops trying to hide his bulge.
Kyuhyun comes into Hankyung’s mouth, the milky substance spilling over as Kyuhyun slaps a hand over his lips.”Swallow.”
Hankyung struggles, stare defiant, the cum dribbling down his chin, but he gasp as Kyuhyun reaches down to tweak a nipple and the Lord uses the opportunity to tilt the slave’s head back, making him swallow. Kyuhyun pulls Hankyung up and depostits him on the throne, the slave looking even more uncomfortable at the position than having to suck cock. He struggles nervously on the throne as Kyuhyun reaches for some rope, securing the man’s hands, before yanking open his legs, so that each leg was thrown over an arm rest, the ropes binding his thighs and ankles so he was exposed and helpless.
Youngwoon’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the position Kyuhyun has Hankyung in and he hopes Kyuhyun just fucks him and leaves, because if they do anything more, he was going to have to excuse himself…But of course the gods of porn hate him and he groans as Kyuhyun uses the end of the rope to tie around the base of Hankyung’s member, the equivalent of a cock ring, before picking up a long object from beneath his chair. Kyuhyun slowly pushes the old-fashioned dildo into Hankyung, the man screaming and thrashing as he’s violated, hot tears springing up. However, Kyuhyun starts moving the dildo in and out slowly, until Hankyung’s eyes glaze and his cock hardens, the breaths coming in short bursts. As he starts to moan, Kyuhyun stops and moves away, leaving the dildo sticking out of the man’s ass, the cameras capturing the quivering of lean thighs, the wetness of the dildo and Youngwoon thinks ohgodfuck when an extreme close up, shows Hankyung’s entrance actually sucking on the wood, needing it. Hankyung is jutting his hips down but there’s no grip and he whimpers at the lack of movement, lips parted and eyes pleading, but still Kyuhyun doesn’t move.
By the time he moves forward, Hankyung is squirming on the throne, cock hard and gleaming with pre-cum. Kyuhyun grips the dildo and starts moving it in and out shallowly, drawing needy moans from Hankyung whose hips thrusted down desperately. Kyuhyun slams the dildo in fully, once, twice, three times and it’s enough, Hankyung shuddering and screaming through a dry orgasm, body heaving as he slumps back. Before he can even regain his breath, Kyuhyun has the dildo inside of his hole again, moving teasingly slow, twisting his wrist to draw out a wanton moan that has one of the camera man doubling over slightly, mouth slack as he jerks in his pants. Youngwoon’s own arousal now tenting his pants embarssingly.
Kyuhyun’s pumping the dildo in and out of Hankyung at a steady rate now, the slave’s pleasured cries filling the room and sliding under your skin. Hankyung has his head lolling against his shoulders, hands clenched as he’s fucked by the dildo. He reaches the edge much faster this time, the need for release from last time fuelling the fire and he sobs and cries through another dry orgasm. Kyuhyun doesn’t even stop this time, fucking the man even as he shakes through his high. It doesn’t take long before Hankyung’s hard again, the pain and need etched all over his face. Hankyung lets out a string of unintelligible words in Chinese and it’s exotic and sensual and Kyuhyun’s eyes turn dark, yanking out the dildo and throwing it to the floor, before slamming into the overfucked entrance with a groan; Hankyung throwing his head back to scream, long neck exposed for the cameras, back arched perfectly, toes curling. Youngwoon comes hard in his pants and he sees Wooyoung slumped slightly over his camera, fists clenching, mouth open and all he can think of is jesusfuck.
Kyuhyun snaps his hips sharply, thrusting deeper and deeper into the Chinese man, his robe sliding off his shoulder to reveal flexing muscle and a sheen of sweat kissing his skin. The sounds that they were both making, as if this was heaven on earth, has a few more people shifting uncomfortably, even Donghee crossing his legs with a cough.
Kyuhyun yanks off the rope, tearing a scream from Hankyung at the burn and grabbing Hankyung’s hips and slamming in hard; Hankyung coming with a loud cry, a flurry of Chinese words and a moan of something sounding like Kui Xian; the word enough to make the other man unravel, emptying himself deep into Hankyung, burying his face in the other’s neck with a deep moan.
They turn ‘professional’ and Kyuhyun watches Hankyung limp off the set, face apologetic and ravaged with guilt. His hand reaching out, but the call dying on his lips.
After Donghee calls ‘Cut!’, Kyuhyun immediately moves next to Hankyung, eyes narrowed with worry as the older man sinks down, trying to recover.
“Hyung? You okay?”
Hankyung smiles and waves him off, “Yeah don’t worry Kyuhyunnie…I’m just a bit disorientated…having two dry orgasms is not fun…”
Donghee calls it a day and Youngwoon watches Hankyung shaking his head fondly, as Kyuhyun insists on wrapping an arm around his waist to help him walk. He exchanges a glance with Wooyoung who just wriggles his eyerbrows at him.
They start after midnight and Youngwoon can see how this can turn out badly if the two actors didn’t have enough chemistry; these people were literally fucking day and night for four days straight, everything was about each other, they knew nothing else, touched nothing else; wanted nothing else. He wonders how Heechul, Siwon and Sungmin are feeling.
They’re filming out of set for the first time and it’s more like any other shoot, no filming the filming and Youngwoon is glad to have a thread of normality back. It’s down by the beach and there’s a ‘party’ going on, most of the others actors, the cordy unnies, the makeup girls, some of the cameramen all joining to make it seem lively. Jongwoon is making a move on Kyuhyun who is trying to politely refuse, not wanting to insult or make his sunbae angry. When Jongwoon slides a hand down the inside of his thighs, Kyuhyun whimpers and tries to shift away. Thankfully, Hankyung suddenly appears, eyes blazing, yanking Kyuhyun away from Jongwoon, “I’m only going to say this once, stay away from Kyuhyun.” And then without a backward glance he pulls the younger man out of the party and into an isolated part of the beach.
“Yah, what are you stupid or something?! How can you just sit there and let him take advantage of you! If you don’t want it, just tell him, or just push him off!” Hankyung was shimmering in protective anger and ill concealed jealousy and Kyuhyun apologises quickly, head down, “I’m sorry hyung! I just- Jongwoon hyung is nice to me and he’s-”
Hankyung shuts him up with a growl, “You’re not allowed to like him…to like anyone else.”
Kyuhyun is drained from the ‘months’ of desire and unrequited feelings, of having to watch Hankyung have sex with other men and it manifests in anger, “Why not?! The person I like doesn’t even like me, so I can go around fucking anyone I lik-”
Hankyung leans in and kisses Kyuhyun, long, hard and possessive, “Because I like you.”
Kyuhyun freezes at the kiss, before tears spring to his eyes, “Really hyung? You really like me?” his voice trembling.
Hankyung smiles, “Yes…yes I do. A lot, I haven’t felt this about someone…”
Kyuhyun gasps happily, “You don’t know how long I’ve been fantasizing about this!” Hankyung doesn’t reply, just kisses him again, hands in his hair and on his back and Kyuhyun just melts, wrapping his arms around the older man, the two of them tumbling to the sand, hands shedding clothes and sliding along smooth skin. It’s heated and passionate, their mouths never letting go, swallowing each other’s moans.
The scene shifts till they’re both lying against each other, skin flushed, Hankyung’s eyes closed, Kyuhyun smiling up at the sky, eyes sparkling. The smile quickly fades and he sits up panickedly as he sees Jongwoon appear from behind the shrubs, the man holding a video recorder in his hands, his head jerk threatening.
Kyuhyun pulls away from the man he loved reluctantly and follows Jongwoon, gasping as he’s shoved into the car.
“Cut!” Donghee cries, “Very good. Okay now we just have to wait till some of the light starts trickling in, before we continue.Take a break guys!”
Hankyung is still lying in the middle of the beach, Kyuhyun joining him, lying down beside him and the two chatting quietly together. Youngwoon can see Wooyoung’s inner fanboy flail at the moment.
When they start again, the camera pans back to Hankyung who is waking up, the smile on his face fading as he reaches over for Kyuhyun, only to find himself alone. The camera does a closeup as a brilliant range of emotions flash across Hankyung’s face: surprise, worry, uncertainty, realization and bitter sadness. He picks up his clothes and his lips tremble, unshed tears in his eyes as he takes heavy steps away from the beach.
The scene cuts to Jongwoon and Kyuhyun, the younger man blanching as he watches the tape of their love making last night.
“You do realise it’s against company rules for actors to date each other or pursue a private intimate relationship right?”
“Y-yes…but Jongwoon hyung, I-”
“Now do you know what the executives to do people who disobey?”
“T-they get fined…”
Jongwoon laughs cruelly, “Oh yes, but that’s just for legally breaching the contract…there’s private punishment as well…behind closed doors.”
Kyuhyun frowns, confused, “What do you mean?”
Jongwoon leans in, whispering darkly, “Rape.”
Kyuhyun jerks, eyes widening, “What?!”
The other man nods, “Yep, if the company executives finds out you two are together, they’ll drag Hankyung up to their office and take turns in fucking him, until he’s bleeding and can’t walk for weeks, just so they can hammer in their warning. They like to execute the punishment severely.”
Kyuhyun shudders at the image, shaking, “N-no! They can’t, they-”
“Oh they can and they will…especially if this tape somehow manages to get into their hands…”
Kyuhyun clutches at the older man, “No! Hyung, please! Don’t show them! I’ll do anything-”
Jongwoon’s eyes darken and his smirk widens, “Oh really? Anything?”
Kyuhyun thinks of Hankyung screaming as he’s raped repeatedly and he nods, “Anything…as long as you destroy the tape.”
“Alright, I’ll destroy it and never speak a word of it again…as long as you do everything I tell you to for the the next 2 hours. Okay?”
“O-okay.”
“That’s good. Now I want you to get down on your knees and suck me like the whore you are and tell me that you don’t love Hankyung, he doesn’t mean anything and that you just wanted to fuck his tight little ass. I want you to say that he was just a lousy fuck anyways, you want a real man to take you. I want you to moan and beg me to fuck you hard and how you were just using him last night for relief when you really wanted was me all along. Say you want my big, delicious cock inside of you the whole time you were with him last night.”
Kyuhyun is trembling and shaking his head in horror, but slumps as Jongwoon shakes the tape in his face. “Don’t do it and this goes straight to the executives and you can see your lover in hospital, knowing you could have prevented it all.”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth and gets on his knees, fingers undoing Jongwoon’s pants, not noticing the figure that had pushed the door open at that moment, quickly freezing as he hears the voices from within, able to see just a mirrored reflection of Kyuhyun on his knees, back facing the door. He could hear everything though.
Yesung who had seen Hankyung, smirks at his good timing and hardens his tone, “Why are you here now? Shouldn’t you be with your little lover watching the sunrise or some romantic shit like that?”
Kyuhyun wraps his hands around Jongwoon’s cock, pumping at it quickly, “O-oh you mean Hankyung? His n-not my lover, why would I stay? It’s not like he means anything to me.”
Hankyung digs his fingernails into his palm, his heart breaking, as tears flood his eyes.
“Really? And here I thought you loved him or something?” Jongwoon asked, hands tightening in Kyuhyun’s hair warningly as the younger man falters.
Kyuhyun chokes out a forced laugh, “Love him? Why would I love him? I just wanted to fuck his tight little ass because he’s a porn star.”
The tears were now spilling freely, Hankyung clutching at his chest as if he’s about to die.
“So you fucked his ass, why are you climbing into my bed at the crack of dawn then?”
Jongwoon shoves Kyuhyun’s face into his crotch, groaning as he thrusts into that mouth, Kyuhyun’s eyes bulging as he chokes, his lips making loud wet noises as it slaps against wet skin skin.
Jongwoon yanks his head back, “God, Kyuhyun why are you such an eager cockhungry slut? Answer my question.”
Kyuhyun was crying by now, softly, the words hurting him even to say, “T-turns out he’s not all that anyways, not completely lousy, but nothing mindblowing….I w-want you, I want a real man to take me. P-please”
Hankyung slumps against the wall, hands slapped across his mouth to muffle his sobs as he thinks of how he had thought he was rescuing Kyuhyun, how he was extra gentle, when all he wanted was to slam into that hole; of how he held back so he doesn’t hurt Kyuhyun and he thinks he’s a fucking idiot.
The wet slurping noises were back as were the moans and grunts and Hankyung squeezes his eyes shut, telling his feet to move.
“P-please Jongwoon…t-take me! Fuck me, hard! I want your cock i-inside of me! I…arghhhh…it was you I wanted last night…argh…I was c-craving your big and d-delicious c-cock inside of me the entire…time that…..arghhhhhhhh…that I was f-fucking him….”
Hankyung has heard enough, tears flooding down his face, lips bleeding from where he had bitten it, running down the corridor, not realizing that inside Kyuhyun was slumped on the ground, tears down his face as Jongwoon squeezed his member tightly each time he paused.
Youngwoon makes sure to get close ups of both Hankyung’s heartbroken face and Kyuhyun’s helpless one.
As Kyuhyun finishes, he curls up on the floor and shakes, yelping as Jongwoon lifts him up and maneuvers him towards a slanted platform, with metal cuffs screwed into the solid wood. Jongwoon ties him down, so that his wrists, ankles, forearms and his calves just below his knees were secured with the cuffs, leaving him unable to move, trapped on all fours, ass up in the air.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Shh, it’s okay, we’re just making the most of our time together. I mean you did say you’d do anything…and this is something…”
Jongwoon gags Kyuhyun, who begins to struggle, realizing what the other had in mind, uselessly as Jongwoon kneels behind him, pulling his pants down to his knees, hands parting his ass, revealing his entrance. “Shhhhhh, stop struggling…don’t make me angry and show that tape.”
The first finger is inserted without lube and Kyuhyun shouts into his gag at the burn.
“You don’t want me to do this, Kyuhyunnie?” At Kyuhyun’s pleading look, he sighs and pulls out the finger, “fine whatever you want…but don’t say I didn’t try to make it better for you.”
Then without warning he pushes his cock into the younger man, drawing muffled screams and a violent jerk, body shuddering as he’s ripped open.
“Didn’t you just say you wanted my big delicious cock inside of you, to fuck you hard?” Smirking as Kyuhyun writhed violently, begging him to stop. Jongwoon grabs Kyuhyun’s hair and slams roughly into him repeatedly, ignoring the pained cries and pleas; the camera zooming in on his pleasured, cruel sneer before panning outwards to do a longshot of Jongwoon raping Kyuhyun.
“Cut!” As soon as Donghee shouts it, Jongwoon’s face changes to one of concern as he quickly pulls out of Kyuhyun and unlocks all the cuffs, asking if he’s okay.
Hankyung quickly rushes to the younger man’s side, yanking off the gag and brushing his hair out of his face, “Kyu? Are you okay? Kyu!” as Kyuhyun lay there, breathing shallowly, body trembling trying to recover, a trickle of blood oozing from his entrance as he tries to turn around.
“h-hyung?” Kyuhyun was still sobbing, still caught up in the role and he reaches out for Hankyung blindly, eyes fluttering shut.
Hankyung quickly moves closer, pulling Kyuhyun into his arms gently.
“I love you, hyung…” The soft whisper escapes from Kyuhyun’s lips and everyone freezes, Hankyung included, before picking Kyuhyun up bridal style and carrying him back to their room, “We’re done filming.”
Donghee calls out, “But Hannie, if we don;’t do the angst scene today, that means we have to squeeze it in tomorrow, meaning you won’t get to rest after your abuse scene…”
Hankyung pauses, then shifts his grip slightly, before walking out the door, “Don’t worry about me.”
...part 3 next
/facepalms
They get to their really exciting scene for the day and Donghee is examing the script carefully, biting his lips as he fusses, no doubt, over whether Hankyung will bottom well. Hankyung was usually topping, whether it be Heechul or Sungmin or even Donghae and Kyuhyun, and he’s only ever been taken by Siwon; and Kyuhyun was not imposing and bulkily muscled as Siwon and everyone was praying he can make it work.
Then the cameras are rolling, both real and fake and Youngwoon hears a gasp from next to him as the makeup girls take in Hyukjae yanking Hankyung into the scene, by a rope around his neck and Kyuhyun stretching on the throne. He has to agree, they looked absolutely stunning, Kyuhyun dressed in a nobleman’s robes, whilst Hankyung was in nothing but artistically smeared dirt and a flimsy leather loincloth wrapped tantalizingly low around his hip.Hyukjae jerks impatiently at the chain and forces Hankyung onto his knees in front of Kyuhyun.
“Oh Lord Cho, I have brought you my finest slave, his name is Geng.”
Kyuhyun gazes at the slave intently, and Hankyung has his head yanked back, giving the camera a gorgeous close up of exotic khol-rimmed eyes and full pouty lips,
“He doesn’t speak well my Lord, but he’s untouched, pure and waiting for you to defile him…” Hyukjae’s been supplying the Lord for long enough to know his kinks and what he likes. Indeed, the man’s eyes darken with lust at the prospect and he nods at Hyukjae, the later grinning and quickly leaving the room.
Hankyung closes his eyes when Kyuhyun leans closer and grips the back of his neck, as if wanting to block everything out. The tightening of fingers around his throat makes him gasp and stare up at his new master, who was watching him with a smirk. Kyuhyun lets his pants slide to the ground, gripping Hankyung’s face tightly on either side, holding him in place and shoving his half-hard member in his face. Hankyung purses his lips and tries to turn away, gasping as a whip cracks right next to him.
“Suck it or you get this.” Kyuhyun’s tone allowed no arguments.
Reluctantly, the slave opened his mouth, taking his master’s cock between his pretty red lips and the sharp whimper he lets out as Kyuhyun thrusts into his mouth, has Youngwoon hissing at the intensity of the scene. Hankyung was a slave at the mercy of his lord and he believed every second of it, the way those two were stepping into the roles.
Hankyung squirms on his knees, throat working to take in the length and not choke as Kyuhyun mouth fucked him. He lets out a yelp as Kyuhyun suddenly yanks him forward, sitting himself down on the throne, before pushing Hankyung’s face into his lap again. Hankyung growls in his throat and hollows his cheeks, sucking hard and Kyuhyun jerks violently, head thrown back, before looking down at his slave with stark desire in his eyes. He threads his fingers through soft hair and Hankyung whimpers and struggles as Kyuhyun holds him in place, thrusting deep and fast into his mouth.
Youngwoon was definitely getting hard watching, his masochistic side peeping out at the sight of Hankyung on his knees, hands behind his back, forcefully made to take in the large cock. A quick glance around showed him that he was thankfully not the only one and he stops trying to hide his bulge.
Kyuhyun comes into Hankyung’s mouth, the milky substance spilling over as Kyuhyun slaps a hand over his lips.”Swallow.”
Hankyung struggles, stare defiant, the cum dribbling down his chin, but he gasp as Kyuhyun reaches down to tweak a nipple and the Lord uses the opportunity to tilt the slave’s head back, making him swallow. Kyuhyun pulls Hankyung up and depostits him on the throne, the slave looking even more uncomfortable at the position than having to suck cock. He struggles nervously on the throne as Kyuhyun reaches for some rope, securing the man’s hands, before yanking open his legs, so that each leg was thrown over an arm rest, the ropes binding his thighs and ankles so he was exposed and helpless.
Youngwoon’s eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the position Kyuhyun has Hankyung in and he hopes Kyuhyun just fucks him and leaves, because if they do anything more, he was going to have to excuse himself…But of course the gods of porn hate him and he groans as Kyuhyun uses the end of the rope to tie around the base of Hankyung’s member, the equivalent of a cock ring, before picking up a long object from beneath his chair. Kyuhyun slowly pushes the old-fashioned dildo into Hankyung, the man screaming and thrashing as he’s violated, hot tears springing up. However, Kyuhyun starts moving the dildo in and out slowly, until Hankyung’s eyes glaze and his cock hardens, the breaths coming in short bursts. As he starts to moan, Kyuhyun stops and moves away, leaving the dildo sticking out of the man’s ass, the cameras capturing the quivering of lean thighs, the wetness of the dildo and Youngwoon thinks ohgodfuck when an extreme close up, shows Hankyung’s entrance actually sucking on the wood, needing it. Hankyung is jutting his hips down but there’s no grip and he whimpers at the lack of movement, lips parted and eyes pleading, but still Kyuhyun doesn’t move.
By the time he moves forward, Hankyung is squirming on the throne, cock hard and gleaming with pre-cum. Kyuhyun grips the dildo and starts moving it in and out shallowly, drawing needy moans from Hankyung whose hips thrusted down desperately. Kyuhyun slams the dildo in fully, once, twice, three times and it’s enough, Hankyung shuddering and screaming through a dry orgasm, body heaving as he slumps back. Before he can even regain his breath, Kyuhyun has the dildo inside of his hole again, moving teasingly slow, twisting his wrist to draw out a wanton moan that has one of the camera man doubling over slightly, mouth slack as he jerks in his pants. Youngwoon’s own arousal now tenting his pants embarssingly.
Kyuhyun’s pumping the dildo in and out of Hankyung at a steady rate now, the slave’s pleasured cries filling the room and sliding under your skin. Hankyung has his head lolling against his shoulders, hands clenched as he’s fucked by the dildo. He reaches the edge much faster this time, the need for release from last time fuelling the fire and he sobs and cries through another dry orgasm. Kyuhyun doesn’t even stop this time, fucking the man even as he shakes through his high. It doesn’t take long before Hankyung’s hard again, the pain and need etched all over his face. Hankyung lets out a string of unintelligible words in Chinese and it’s exotic and sensual and Kyuhyun’s eyes turn dark, yanking out the dildo and throwing it to the floor, before slamming into the overfucked entrance with a groan; Hankyung throwing his head back to scream, long neck exposed for the cameras, back arched perfectly, toes curling. Youngwoon comes hard in his pants and he sees Wooyoung slumped slightly over his camera, fists clenching, mouth open and all he can think of is jesusfuck.
Kyuhyun snaps his hips sharply, thrusting deeper and deeper into the Chinese man, his robe sliding off his shoulder to reveal flexing muscle and a sheen of sweat kissing his skin. The sounds that they were both making, as if this was heaven on earth, has a few more people shifting uncomfortably, even Donghee crossing his legs with a cough.
Kyuhyun yanks off the rope, tearing a scream from Hankyung at the burn and grabbing Hankyung’s hips and slamming in hard; Hankyung coming with a loud cry, a flurry of Chinese words and a moan of something sounding like Kui Xian; the word enough to make the other man unravel, emptying himself deep into Hankyung, burying his face in the other’s neck with a deep moan.
They turn ‘professional’ and Kyuhyun watches Hankyung limp off the set, face apologetic and ravaged with guilt. His hand reaching out, but the call dying on his lips.
After Donghee calls ‘Cut!’, Kyuhyun immediately moves next to Hankyung, eyes narrowed with worry as the older man sinks down, trying to recover.
“Hyung? You okay?”
Hankyung smiles and waves him off, “Yeah don’t worry Kyuhyunnie…I’m just a bit disorientated…having two dry orgasms is not fun…”
Donghee calls it a day and Youngwoon watches Hankyung shaking his head fondly, as Kyuhyun insists on wrapping an arm around his waist to help him walk. He exchanges a glance with Wooyoung who just wriggles his eyerbrows at him.
They start after midnight and Youngwoon can see how this can turn out badly if the two actors didn’t have enough chemistry; these people were literally fucking day and night for four days straight, everything was about each other, they knew nothing else, touched nothing else; wanted nothing else. He wonders how Heechul, Siwon and Sungmin are feeling.
They’re filming out of set for the first time and it’s more like any other shoot, no filming the filming and Youngwoon is glad to have a thread of normality back. It’s down by the beach and there’s a ‘party’ going on, most of the others actors, the cordy unnies, the makeup girls, some of the cameramen all joining to make it seem lively. Jongwoon is making a move on Kyuhyun who is trying to politely refuse, not wanting to insult or make his sunbae angry. When Jongwoon slides a hand down the inside of his thighs, Kyuhyun whimpers and tries to shift away. Thankfully, Hankyung suddenly appears, eyes blazing, yanking Kyuhyun away from Jongwoon, “I’m only going to say this once, stay away from Kyuhyun.” And then without a backward glance he pulls the younger man out of the party and into an isolated part of the beach.
“Yah, what are you stupid or something?! How can you just sit there and let him take advantage of you! If you don’t want it, just tell him, or just push him off!” Hankyung was shimmering in protective anger and ill concealed jealousy and Kyuhyun apologises quickly, head down, “I’m sorry hyung! I just- Jongwoon hyung is nice to me and he’s-”
Hankyung shuts him up with a growl, “You’re not allowed to like him…to like anyone else.”
Kyuhyun is drained from the ‘months’ of desire and unrequited feelings, of having to watch Hankyung have sex with other men and it manifests in anger, “Why not?! The person I like doesn’t even like me, so I can go around fucking anyone I lik-”
Hankyung leans in and kisses Kyuhyun, long, hard and possessive, “Because I like you.”
Kyuhyun freezes at the kiss, before tears spring to his eyes, “Really hyung? You really like me?” his voice trembling.
Hankyung smiles, “Yes…yes I do. A lot, I haven’t felt this about someone…”
Kyuhyun gasps happily, “You don’t know how long I’ve been fantasizing about this!” Hankyung doesn’t reply, just kisses him again, hands in his hair and on his back and Kyuhyun just melts, wrapping his arms around the older man, the two of them tumbling to the sand, hands shedding clothes and sliding along smooth skin. It’s heated and passionate, their mouths never letting go, swallowing each other’s moans.
The scene shifts till they’re both lying against each other, skin flushed, Hankyung’s eyes closed, Kyuhyun smiling up at the sky, eyes sparkling. The smile quickly fades and he sits up panickedly as he sees Jongwoon appear from behind the shrubs, the man holding a video recorder in his hands, his head jerk threatening.
Kyuhyun pulls away from the man he loved reluctantly and follows Jongwoon, gasping as he’s shoved into the car.
“Cut!” Donghee cries, “Very good. Okay now we just have to wait till some of the light starts trickling in, before we continue.Take a break guys!”
Hankyung is still lying in the middle of the beach, Kyuhyun joining him, lying down beside him and the two chatting quietly together. Youngwoon can see Wooyoung’s inner fanboy flail at the moment.
When they start again, the camera pans back to Hankyung who is waking up, the smile on his face fading as he reaches over for Kyuhyun, only to find himself alone. The camera does a closeup as a brilliant range of emotions flash across Hankyung’s face: surprise, worry, uncertainty, realization and bitter sadness. He picks up his clothes and his lips tremble, unshed tears in his eyes as he takes heavy steps away from the beach.
The scene cuts to Jongwoon and Kyuhyun, the younger man blanching as he watches the tape of their love making last night.
“You do realise it’s against company rules for actors to date each other or pursue a private intimate relationship right?”
“Y-yes…but Jongwoon hyung, I-”
“Now do you know what the executives to do people who disobey?”
“T-they get fined…”
Jongwoon laughs cruelly, “Oh yes, but that’s just for legally breaching the contract…there’s private punishment as well…behind closed doors.”
Kyuhyun frowns, confused, “What do you mean?”
Jongwoon leans in, whispering darkly, “Rape.”
Kyuhyun jerks, eyes widening, “What?!”
The other man nods, “Yep, if the company executives finds out you two are together, they’ll drag Hankyung up to their office and take turns in fucking him, until he’s bleeding and can’t walk for weeks, just so they can hammer in their warning. They like to execute the punishment severely.”
Kyuhyun shudders at the image, shaking, “N-no! They can’t, they-”
“Oh they can and they will…especially if this tape somehow manages to get into their hands…”
Kyuhyun clutches at the older man, “No! Hyung, please! Don’t show them! I’ll do anything-”
Jongwoon’s eyes darken and his smirk widens, “Oh really? Anything?”
Kyuhyun thinks of Hankyung screaming as he’s raped repeatedly and he nods, “Anything…as long as you destroy the tape.”
“Alright, I’ll destroy it and never speak a word of it again…as long as you do everything I tell you to for the the next 2 hours. Okay?”
“O-okay.”
“That’s good. Now I want you to get down on your knees and suck me like the whore you are and tell me that you don’t love Hankyung, he doesn’t mean anything and that you just wanted to fuck his tight little ass. I want you to say that he was just a lousy fuck anyways, you want a real man to take you. I want you to moan and beg me to fuck you hard and how you were just using him last night for relief when you really wanted was me all along. Say you want my big, delicious cock inside of you the whole time you were with him last night.”
Kyuhyun is trembling and shaking his head in horror, but slumps as Jongwoon shakes the tape in his face. “Don’t do it and this goes straight to the executives and you can see your lover in hospital, knowing you could have prevented it all.”
Kyuhyun grits his teeth and gets on his knees, fingers undoing Jongwoon’s pants, not noticing the figure that had pushed the door open at that moment, quickly freezing as he hears the voices from within, able to see just a mirrored reflection of Kyuhyun on his knees, back facing the door. He could hear everything though.
Yesung who had seen Hankyung, smirks at his good timing and hardens his tone, “Why are you here now? Shouldn’t you be with your little lover watching the sunrise or some romantic shit like that?”
Kyuhyun wraps his hands around Jongwoon’s cock, pumping at it quickly, “O-oh you mean Hankyung? His n-not my lover, why would I stay? It’s not like he means anything to me.”
Hankyung digs his fingernails into his palm, his heart breaking, as tears flood his eyes.
“Really? And here I thought you loved him or something?” Jongwoon asked, hands tightening in Kyuhyun’s hair warningly as the younger man falters.
Kyuhyun chokes out a forced laugh, “Love him? Why would I love him? I just wanted to fuck his tight little ass because he’s a porn star.”
The tears were now spilling freely, Hankyung clutching at his chest as if he’s about to die.
“So you fucked his ass, why are you climbing into my bed at the crack of dawn then?”
Jongwoon shoves Kyuhyun’s face into his crotch, groaning as he thrusts into that mouth, Kyuhyun’s eyes bulging as he chokes, his lips making loud wet noises as it slaps against wet skin skin.
Jongwoon yanks his head back, “God, Kyuhyun why are you such an eager cockhungry slut? Answer my question.”
Kyuhyun was crying by now, softly, the words hurting him even to say, “T-turns out he’s not all that anyways, not completely lousy, but nothing mindblowing….I w-want you, I want a real man to take me. P-please”
Hankyung slumps against the wall, hands slapped across his mouth to muffle his sobs as he thinks of how he had thought he was rescuing Kyuhyun, how he was extra gentle, when all he wanted was to slam into that hole; of how he held back so he doesn’t hurt Kyuhyun and he thinks he’s a fucking idiot.
The wet slurping noises were back as were the moans and grunts and Hankyung squeezes his eyes shut, telling his feet to move.
“P-please Jongwoon…t-take me! Fuck me, hard! I want your cock i-inside of me! I…arghhhh…it was you I wanted last night…argh…I was c-craving your big and d-delicious c-cock inside of me the entire…time that…..arghhhhhhhh…that I was f-fucking him….”
Hankyung has heard enough, tears flooding down his face, lips bleeding from where he had bitten it, running down the corridor, not realizing that inside Kyuhyun was slumped on the ground, tears down his face as Jongwoon squeezed his member tightly each time he paused.
Youngwoon makes sure to get close ups of both Hankyung’s heartbroken face and Kyuhyun’s helpless one.
As Kyuhyun finishes, he curls up on the floor and shakes, yelping as Jongwoon lifts him up and maneuvers him towards a slanted platform, with metal cuffs screwed into the solid wood. Jongwoon ties him down, so that his wrists, ankles, forearms and his calves just below his knees were secured with the cuffs, leaving him unable to move, trapped on all fours, ass up in the air.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Shh, it’s okay, we’re just making the most of our time together. I mean you did say you’d do anything…and this is something…”
Jongwoon gags Kyuhyun, who begins to struggle, realizing what the other had in mind, uselessly as Jongwoon kneels behind him, pulling his pants down to his knees, hands parting his ass, revealing his entrance. “Shhhhhh, stop struggling…don’t make me angry and show that tape.”
The first finger is inserted without lube and Kyuhyun shouts into his gag at the burn.
“You don’t want me to do this, Kyuhyunnie?” At Kyuhyun’s pleading look, he sighs and pulls out the finger, “fine whatever you want…but don’t say I didn’t try to make it better for you.”
Then without warning he pushes his cock into the younger man, drawing muffled screams and a violent jerk, body shuddering as he’s ripped open.
“Didn’t you just say you wanted my big delicious cock inside of you, to fuck you hard?” Smirking as Kyuhyun writhed violently, begging him to stop. Jongwoon grabs Kyuhyun’s hair and slams roughly into him repeatedly, ignoring the pained cries and pleas; the camera zooming in on his pleasured, cruel sneer before panning outwards to do a longshot of Jongwoon raping Kyuhyun.
“Cut!” As soon as Donghee shouts it, Jongwoon’s face changes to one of concern as he quickly pulls out of Kyuhyun and unlocks all the cuffs, asking if he’s okay.
Hankyung quickly rushes to the younger man’s side, yanking off the gag and brushing his hair out of his face, “Kyu? Are you okay? Kyu!” as Kyuhyun lay there, breathing shallowly, body trembling trying to recover, a trickle of blood oozing from his entrance as he tries to turn around.
“h-hyung?” Kyuhyun was still sobbing, still caught up in the role and he reaches out for Hankyung blindly, eyes fluttering shut.
Hankyung quickly moves closer, pulling Kyuhyun into his arms gently.
“I love you, hyung…” The soft whisper escapes from Kyuhyun’s lips and everyone freezes, Hankyung included, before picking Kyuhyun up bridal style and carrying him back to their room, “We’re done filming.”
Donghee calls out, “But Hannie, if we don;’t do the angst scene today, that means we have to squeeze it in tomorrow, meaning you won’t get to rest after your abuse scene…”
Hankyung pauses, then shifts his grip slightly, before walking out the door, “Don’t worry about me.”
...part 3 next
/facepalms