Soul's Requiem (Chapter 9)
“Ah-ha! I’ve got it!” Donghae let out a triumphant croon, rubbing his hands together as the computer screen in front of him displayed five or six documents lined with text.
“Looks as if Daniel Henney’s been keeping in contact with someone named…Leeteuk.” Donghae added as he scrolled through one of the text boxes, his brow furrowed as he skimmed through the contents.
“Is he still alive?” Changmin breathed, fear ensnaring his chest in a tight hold. He didn’t care where Jaejoong was located if all he would find was the his friends broken body.
He almost couldn’t wrap his mind around the thought of Jaejoong being dead. It was like that wasn’t even an option…ever.
“Yes…but…” Donghae’s face turned into a sustained grimace, his teeth capturing his bottom lip as he scanned through one of the windows. “It sounds like this Henney character raped him…twice.” His voice was full of pity, but Changmin didn’t want his pity. He wanted revenge.
Mr. Kim had been right about Daniel Henney.
“When I catch that bastard, I’m going to let him die a very slow and painful death.” Changmin found himself growling as he stood from his chair and began to pace behind Donghae’s sitting form. He wasn’t sure if he was pacing to work off his anger, or if he was pacing because the disturbing thoughts and images of Jaejoong being raped were things he didn’t want to think about. He didn’t want to imagine his friend…his brother going through something so traumatic.
Donghae let out a long sigh and swiveled his chair away from the desk in his computer lab. There was an obvious sign of emotion in his dark eyes as he looked at the agitated Changmin pacing along the small space.
“Do you love Jaejoong?” He breathed into the silence that had fallen between them.
Changmin stopped his pacing and turned slightly confused eyes towards Donghae. Was that jealousy in those beautiful eyes? He felt a stab of annoyance at the smaller male. Changmin had grown up with Jaejoong, they were closer to each other than they were to most of their lovers. Of course he loved Jaejoong! He loved and respected Jaejoong like he loved and respected no one else, and Jaejoong felt the same for him. But did he love Jaejoong in the same way he liked Donghae? No. There was a difference because things with Donghae were new and uncertain. Changmin enjoyed the boy’s presence and found a large part of his mind occupied with thinking about Donghae. It was just different.
“Donghae-ah,” Changmin began, making the move to cup Donghae’s cheek in his hand.
Donghae pulled back and stood from his chair, eyes narrowing slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Siwon said you and Jaejoong made love.” He sounded hurt and betrayed and there was a tall-tale sign of excess moister in his dark eyes.
Changmin smoothed his features but made a mental note to smash Siwon’s face through a wall. He wasn’t really sure how to put his relationship with Jaejoong into words. Yes, they had “made love”, but not in the romantic sense. They’d used sex as a way for them to cope and heal after bad relationships or when they were feeling shitty. It was just a physical way that they supported each other.
“We didn’t make love, Donghae.”
“Oh-no, of course not!” He snapped, pulling away from Changmin’s second attempt to touch him. “You two just fuck, right? Just some good ol’ emotionless fucking, huh?” It was very apparent in the boy’s tone that he was anything but mollified by the prospect of Changing “just fucking” Jaejoong.
“If you’re asking me to choose you over Jaejoong, I won’t do that. You either exist in harmony with my family, or you don’t exist in my world at all.” Changmin snapped harshly, annoyed at how Donghae seemed to be looking down on his relationship with Jaejoong. No one, not even Changmin’s little angel, was allowed to look down on Jaejoong. Changmin would make sure of that.
“I cannot believe this!” Donghae spat back at him with despair and disbelief edging his words. “You can’t fuck both of us and then tell me that I can’t get jealous because you love Jaejoong more than me! If I have you in my bed, then that’s all I want! I don’t want your extra baggage!”
Changmin wasn’t sure if it was the fact that he knew Jaejoong was out there alone and hurt, but he was angry. Seething from his own inability to do save Jaejoong from such a terrible fate. Maybe it was just Donghae’s defiance, but his fist had made a clean arc through the air before he even realized he’d made a move to punch the smaller male.
The force of the punch hadn’t been enough to knock Donghae off his feet, but he’d stumbled backwards and tripped over his own feet, his small body crashing to the floor to lay sprawled before one very angry Shim Changmin.
“Let me make something very clear to you, Donghae. I believe in fidelity. If I say that I’m in a relationship with you, I don’t touch Jaejoong in a sexual manner. But just because I’ve slept with him before, does not mean that you have the right to tell me to choose between the two of you.” Changmin growled fiercely as he leaned over Donghae’s body, legs on either side of the boy’s abdomen.
“If you don’t love him in a romantic sense, then why does he matter so much to you? Why are you risking your own life to go out and save him? Why can’t you just stay here with me?” Donghae breathed as he rolled onto his back and sat up slightly, legs still splayed out before him. There was the signs of tears in the small boy’s eyes as he touched the tender spot where Changmin’s fist had made contact. He was trembling softly.
“Jaejoong is my family, he’s the one that I grew up with. He’s my emotional and physical support.” Changmin explained in a slightly more gentle voice. He hadn’t wanted to get so angry at Donghae, but his emotions seemed to volatile now that he didn’t have someone who could sooth him with a warm meal and long conversation. He wasn’t willing to trust anyone but Jaejoong right now, and Jaejoong wasn’t there with him.
“Would you just fucking admit it?” Donghae growled as he quickly removed himself from the floor. “You two do everything that couples do. It’s romantic love, not the shit you spout about supporting each other.” He sobbed now, turning his back on Changmin to hide his emotional outbreak. “It hurts me, Changmin. I can feel that you won’t trust me with things, you won’t talk to me unless you’re joking and teasing with me. I can’t get you to be serious with me unless we’re having sex, and even then you’re so guarded that I feel like you’re not even there.” Donghae spun back around to pin Changmin with a piercing stare. “I would rather you accept that you love him, and let me go before I become emotionally invested in something that will only hurt me.”
Changmin was beyond shocked speechless. In fact, if it was possible to be shocked out of his mind, then that would have been where he was at. He didn’t love Jaejoong like that, he knew he didn’t because there had been a time in his past where he and Jaejoong had tried to become a couple. They’d thought that if they supported each other like they did, then it would only be a small step to being in love with each other. But it didn’t work. They held hands, kissed and whispered sweet-nothings while watching sappy romantic movies…but in the end, they both realized that even though they were going through the motions of a relationship, it just wasn’t there. It was as if Jaejoong was simple an extension of himself. One person in two bodies.
He did have to face up to the reality that he was keeping himself from really opening up to Donghae. Experiences of betrayal in his past had scarred Changmin enough to make him hesitate to open up to anyone other than Jaejoong. But he should trust Donghae now, the boy was sweet and innocent, and so eager to please Changmin. Changmin was being unfair to keep himself from investing emotions in the relationship while Donghae gave his everything.
“I don’t love him like that, Donghae,” Changmin began, watching as the boy pursed his lips and turning his gaze away. “I don’t love you that way either…not yet, at least.”
“Then what are we doing, Changmin?” Donghae jumped in before the older male had a chance to speak further. “If you’re not willing to put anything in this relationship on an emotional level, then why don’t you just go find yourself a guy at some bar or hire a whore to suck your dick? Huh? Why are you doing this to me?”
“Would you just let me have a fucking moment to get my shit in order before you start running your mouth at me about how much you hate my relationships with other people? I can’t stand clingy, emotional bitches that press me into committing to something that I’m not ready for!” Changmin nearly yelled, fists clenched tightly at his side as he matched Donghae glare-for-glare.
“So now that I’ve decided that I want our relationship to go beyond sex, I’m a clingy, emotion bitch?” Donghae snarled sharply, eyes narrowing dangerously as he body tensed, “Wow, Changmin, I’m just so fucking pleased that we had this lovely talk. You’ll have to excuse this emotional bitch though, I have other things that need to get done. Things I actually care about.” Donghae turned on his heel, body angled towards the grey door of his computer lab.
Changmin would have none of it.
He swiftly reached out and grabbed Donghae’s upper-left arm, swinging him around before crushing him against the wall, “I’m sorry.” He breathed in a surprisingly calm voice. “I shouldn’t have said that. But,” he began, stopping Donghae’s protest, “I can’t say that I love you yet. It’s only been a week since I met you Donghae, give me time to really find out how wonderful you are.”
Changmin breathed in a soothing voice as he pressed closer to the smaller boy. “It’s wrong of me to keep myself from trusting you, and I will try harder, but you can’t tell me to trust you and then say that you don’t trust me with Jaejoong.” Changmin pointed out in a tender yet firm voice. He wasn’t going to cave under Donghae’s pitiful tears, but he wasn’t going to brush the boy off either.
Donghae had to understand that Jaejoong wasn’t going to go anywhere and that Changmin wasn’t about to bring Donghae into a three-way relationship. In his mind, it was just him and Donghae. Nobody else. No Jaejoong.
Donghae let his head fall back against the grey wall, his eyes fluttering shut and a pained look whispering over his features. “Is this what you really want, Changmin? Do you really want to be in a relationship with me?” He asked as pale eyelids fluttered upwards to reveal a gaze full of uncertainty. “I wan tot hear you say that you actually care for me beyond the physical things I can give. If I was unable to have sex with you, would you still want to be with me?” His slender fingers came up and brushed softly against the stubble on Changmin’s chin.
Oh how he hated the “what if” game. Donghae was able to have sex with him, so why sit and wonder what he would do if the boy couldn’t? “I am willing to have this relationship go beyond the physical, Donghae-ah.” He breathed softly before tilting his head and leaning in slowly. He watched as those creamy eyelids slid downward; watched as that succulent mouth puckered slightly, waiting for his caress.
He gave a silent chuckle before pressing his lips lightly against Donghae’s mouth. The kiss was innocent and only lasted for a few seconds before Changmin drew back and pulled Donghae into a hug. “Trust me when I say that I only want you, Donghae.” He breathed softly as he rubbed a hand over the Donghae’s sweater-clad back.
“It’s not too late for Mr. Kim to find someone else to go get Jaejoong.” Donghae breathed into Changmin’s broad shoulders, the quiver of emotion still clear in his muffled voice.
Changmin tensed slightly, not liking the fact that Donghae seemed so very unconcerned about Jaejoong. “I’ve already said I would go, so I’m going.” He stated firmly as he broke the hug and moved back towards the center of the room. “Everything will go perfectly fine and I’ll be back with you before you even had time to miss me.”
“I miss you already.”
“Could you at least let me get out the door?” Changmin joked softly, eyebrows lifting at the rather sad smile that Donghae gave in return to his joke. Oh, this evening was turning out to be so very frustrating.
“Look, Donghae, I’m not going to be reckless, nor am I going to try and play the hero. I don’t want to die and I don’t want to mess up my chance to save Jaejoong. I’ll come back to you in one piece.” He let the words hang in the air, and unspoken promise between the two of them. He was determined that he would find Jaejoong and bring him back to safety, no matter what.
There was a moment of resigned silence, neither of the boy’s saying a word as they simple stared at each other with sad smiles. They both knew what Changmin was planning to do was dangerous, but he felt as if he had no choice but to go to the rescue of his friend.
“Did you get the location out of those e-mails?” He asked, braking the silence as he gestured back towards the glowing computer screen. He almost didn’t want to face it, knowing that it contained the reality that Jaejoong had been so badly abused. If he could just deny it a bit longer, he would be able to get through his mission without getting too angry to function properly.
“It’s the Jung headquarters. Apparently Jaejoong is quite the special guest.” Donghae let his voice fall back into one of slight professionalism as he strode over to the computer and closed the text boxes. “We’ve got all the information we need to send you in. Now we just need to call the boss and supply you with a fake background and way to get into the gang.”
This was it, the moment that Changmin had been getting ready for. Within a day he could be making his way into the Jung Organization. He would be seeing Jaejoong again. He swallowed against the emotion that was constricting his throat. He had to be strong. For Jaejoong.
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As Jaejoong was jerked back to reality, he became highly aware of two things. One: He was cold. Two: his entire body felt as if someone had taken a sledge hammer and beaten him with it. Yunho hadn’t been lying when he said he would beat Jaejoong until he couldn’t tell hand from foot. All he could comprehend was the pain. Raw, stinging pain that pulled at his mind and set his heart to bleeding.
Why couldn’t he just die? Why was it that he had to trapped within this hell for so long? He felt as if he’d been with the Jungs for months. He knew it couldn’t have been that long, they would have killed him by now. But still, just because he knew it hadn’t been months, didn’t mean that it felt like time was actually moving any faster.
He groaned softly and would have winced at the pain that simple vocalization caused him. In his current state he couldn’t tell if anything was broken because he couldn’t seem to get his body to move at all. He’d lost the will to do anything but sit and wait for death to come and claim him. Why was it taking so long?
“Jaejoong?” Junsu’s face appeared in his line of sight, his large eyes inquisitive and manic looking.
“Yes, Junsu?” His voice was a harsh gravel and it felt as if his dry throat was sticking together. He felt like gagging at the sensation.
“Um…” The boy bit at his thumb nervously, eyes darting back to look at his friends with an anxious and slightly fearful face.
“My friends.” He gestured back towards the rats on the floor, his large eyes welling with tears, “They said…said…Boa is…gone?” His head cocked to the left slightly, tears trailing down his face.
Jaejoong felt like a monster. He had taken away Junsu’s one real friend. ‘You’re one selfish bastard, Kim Jaejoong.’ He growled to himself as he closed in eyes again, fighting off the urge to start crying. “I’m sorry, Junsu. I’m so sorry.” Despite his best efforts, the tears fell from his eyes and onto the sandy floor. He felt so hopeless and lost. Everything was his fault. If he hadn’t trusted Henney like that, he would be at his house, warm and safe. If he had been more of a man he could have been able to fight his way free from this hell. But he was too weak; too pathetic to do anything.
Junsu let out a slightly panicked whimper as he stood from his squatting position and began to pace the length of the cell.
“Gone? Forever.” He gripped at his head with both hands, tears wetting his dirty face and leaving a trail of clean skin behind them.
Jaejoong wanted to sink into the ground, he didn’t want to see Junsu go through another emotional blow like this. “Stop.” He pleaded as the boy continued to chant the same two words again and again.
He felt like he was going insane, those words smashing through his mind, leaving him immobilized.
“Stop, stop, stop.” He groaned as he managed to lift his hands and press them against his ears. Even with Junsu’s voice muted, Jaejoong could still hear those words echoing through the dark cell, teasing and taunting him with everything he had done wrong.
Both boys were brought up short when the door opened and Daniel Henney walked in, Shindong and Kangin trailing closely behind him with faces full of animalistic delight.
Daniel was dressed in a pair of dark-washed jeans and a red polo, his stride confidant as ever and his own eye glowing with an indistinct pleasure.
“Hello, Love.” He breathed as he knelt next to the trembling Jaejoong. “I feel as if I haven’t seen you in ages.” Henney smiled softly and let his fingers brush over the bruised spots on Jaejoong’s cheeks. His pupils dilated.
“Hey there, Freak.” Kangin barked at Junsu, who had curled himself within the corner, his eyes shut tight and his body rocking.
“Bet the little fucker can’t even understand me.” Kangin chuckled like the dumb animal he was, eyes alight with amusement at his own statement.
“Boys.” Henney called as he continued to let his fingers play across Jaejoong broken and bruised body, “I do believe we have things to take care of. Go get the things.” He barked into the silence as he straightened his form and looked down at Jaejoong with lust-filled eyes. “Oh baby, I’m just going to love hearing your screams for mercy. So fucking sexy.” He purred above Jaejoong’s growing whimpers.
Kangin and Shindong quickly opened the cell door and returned a few moments later with a long stretch of rope and a long and sinister looking whip.
“Got the stuff, boss.” Shindong muttered towards the floor as he addressed Henney, whip extended for the other male to accept.
“Do you see this, Jaejoong?” Henney gave a wicked smile as he let the whip uncoil, thin and snake-like across the ground.
Jaejoong whimpered.
“This is what’s going to get us the answers we need, and then I’m going to spend some time with you. One-on-one.” Daniel purred softly as he took a few steps away from Jaejoong and lifted his chin slightly to cue the two other males to get to work.
Kangin and Shindong moved forward immediately, roughly jerking Jaejoong’s broken body off the floor.
Jaejoong moaned sharply, fighting the sudden panic that was beginning to wash over his body. What was he going to do? They were going to whip him if he didn’t give them the answer they wanted. They wanted him to give answers that he didn’t have.
“Please! I don’t know anything! Please don’t.” Jaejoong whimpered as his shirt and pants were roughly removed. He wanted to die at that very moment. He wanted to simply fall over and let the life leak from his body.
His breathing shortened into shallow huffs as his hands were tied in front of him and then the end of the rope was looped through a metal ring that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the cell. Jaejoong had seen the ring, but had never made the connection of what it would be used for.
They pulled the rope through the ring until his toes were hardly touching the cold stone. He wouldn’t be able to move.
“Please don’t do this to me, Daniel!” He begged, forcing that vile and dirty name past his lips as he sobbed harshly.
“Now, now, Jaejoong. Pleading will get you nowhere.” Henney chuckled slightly before the sound of the whip cracking against the stone floor made Jaejoong flinch.
“Where did your father take the family crest, Jaejoong?”
“H-He…um…” Jaejoong sobbed, looking for some answer to give them, “he hid it in the vaults of S-S-Seoul’s First Bank.” He managed to stutter, his words badly mutilated by the shaking of his body.
There was a small moment of silence before Henney’s snarling laugh filled the entire cell. “My dear Jaejoong, it seems odd that your father would hide the crest in the vaults of a bank that the Jung’s own. Are you lying to me, Jaejoong?” His voice was a soft coo now, as if he were speaking to a lover.
“Please! I don’t know anything!” Jaejoong yelled jerking uselessly against the bonds that held him in place. Was there nothing he could do to make them see that he knew nothing?
“Do you know what happens to liars, Jaejoong?” Henney breathed closed to Jaejoong’s ear, his fingers dipping into the small of Jaejoong’s tensed back.
Jaejoong whimpered, closing his eyes and trying not to focus on those hands trialing all over his body. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t get through this without losing his mind. Already he could feel his frayed emotions cutting away at the remaining tendrils of sanity in his body.
“I guess I’ll show you then.” Henney chuckled darkly as he put some distance between himself and Jaejoong. His eyes were alive with lust and excitement, his shoulders rolling slightly as he hefted the whip in his hand, the brown leather coiling smoothly at the simple movement.
Jaejoong heard the swish of the whip through the air, every muscles in his body tensing as he closed his eyes shut.
He didn’t know what he’d expected, but when the hard leather made contact with this back, ripping into his succulent skin, it felt like someone had lit him on fire. He screamed, voice ripping out of his body in a verbal show of his physical pain.
“Stop!” He screamed, jerking his body forward as much as he could, trying desperately to get out of the reach of Henney’s whip.
“Where is the crest, Jaejoong?” Henney called again, his arousal clear in his husky tone. He was obviously enjoying this.
“I don’t know!” Jaejoong sobbed, his entire body trembling after a single blow from the whip in Henney’s hands.
“Lying again.” Daniel sighed, shaking his head slightly as he hefted the whip again and let it arc through the air, the sharp end slicing through Jaejoong’s skin with a pleasing crack.
Jaejoong screamed again, the pain from the second hit seeming to burn all the more. He could feel his skin splitting along the left side of his back, ripping yet another shocked yell from his strangled body.
Sweat had broken out across his neck and chest, dewy drops forming on his back and sliding down to burn into the fresh wounds there.
Jaejoong groaned.
“Do I need to repeat the question?” Henney asked after a long moment, a slight bit of impatience edging his voice.
“I don’t know where your fucking crest is!” Jaejoong yelled into the shadows, tears dropping form his chin and rolling down the length of his body. “I don’t know anything. Please don’t hi-” Jaejoong’s words cut sharply as he let out another scream, the whip cutting into his lower back. He could feel blood leaking down the inside of his thighs, the red liquid making its way towards his feet.
He was breathing heavily now, his mind so overwhelmed with pain that when the whip landed again he only gave a sharp yell, his body too weak to let out a full-blown scream. He wasn’t even sure if he would be able to speak after this because of how raw his throat was.
The room stilled for a long moment, Jaejoong tensed and waiting for the next blow and the rest of the group simply standing within the confines of the dank cell.
“Kangin, Shindong, wait outside the cell for me.” Henney snapped, the sound of something thudding against the floor made Jaejoong think that he’d tossed the whip aside.
He let out a soft, shaking whimper of relief.
Jaejoong watched as the two men exchanged slightly embarrassed looks before they quickly made a B-line for the cell door, neither of them glancing back as they made their way out.
“You look so fuck-worthy when you’re bleeding and shaking.” Henney purred, his fingers gripping the supple skin of Jaejoong’s hips.
Jaejoong let out a strangled sob, body too weak to even put up the smallest defense against Henney’s attack. He was going to be raped. Again.
“Please.” Jaejoong groaned in a hoarse whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to wish himself out of his bonds and out of his cell. He wanted to be free and away from everyone in the world. He wanted to be left alone.
“Oh, are you begging for it now, Jaejoong?” Henney laughed before he lowered his mouth and bit lightly on the skin of Jaejoong’s shoulder, his tongue coming out to smooth across the angry-looking flesh. “I want to hear you beg me for it, Jaejoong.” Daniel purred darkly, his grip on Jaejoong’s body tightening slightly as he ground himself against the small body.
“No.” Jaejoong sobbed, shaking his head weakly as he felt his body tense once again. How was it possibly for him to still be conscious? Why couldn’t he just slip into that glorious darkness again? He wanted to die.
“Jaejoong, you either beg me to fuck you, or I will whip you until you do.” Henney snarled darkly, his grip tightening painfully as he ground harder into Jaejoong’s body.
What was he going to do? It seemed as if he had no choice in the matter. He either begged Henney and got raped, or got whipped, begged Henney and then got raped. Which was the easer of the two?
“Fuck…me.” He whispered, tears running down his cheeks as he let those traitorous words past his lips.
“Say it like you mean it.” Henney growled as he lowered his tongue and let it glide over one of the long, bleeding tears in Jaejoong’s back.
“Fuck me.” Jaejoong groaned in breathless pain, fighting off the stinging sensation as Henney trailed his tongue over Jaejoong’s sensitive flesh.
“Say it again.”
“Please fuck me.” Jaejoong just managed to hold back a sob as the words left his mouth.
Then he felt it. That stirring in the pit of his stomach and the tightening of his cock as it became engorged with blood. No. How could he be aroused?
“No, no, no!” Jaejoong sobbed, groaning as a prick of pleasure shot up his spine. It had been so long since he felt pleasure, it was like getting high after going through drug withdraws. It was fucking amazing.
But he didn’t want it, not like this. He couldn’t give Henney the satisfaction of seeing him aroused and needy. He could not cum with this disgusting animal inside of him.
Henney ran his palms down Jaejoong’s thighs, groaning his appreciation as the supple skin dipped smoothly under the slightest pressure. “Say you love getting fucked by me.” He instructed before he laved his tongue across the back of Jaejoong’s neck.
“I love getting fucked by you.” Jaejoong let out in a breathy voice as his sensitive nerves registered the pleasure of a hot tongue across the back of his tingling neck.
Oh shit. He let out a groan of pleasure, rocking his body backward slightly.
He was a disgusting animal for being aroused by this.
Henney let out a groan of desire as he unzipped his pants and freed his dick from its confines. “You’re always so tight, baby, it’s like fucking a virgin.” He breathed the disgusting words against Jaejoong’s shoulder as he angled his erection against Jaejoong’s anus.
“Say you want me in you.” He instructed in a threatening growl.
“I want you in me.” Jaejoong repeated in a breathy voice, still trying to will his rock-hard dick to return to its flaccid state. He couldn’t derive pleasure from being raped, it was sick and unnatural. He really was going insane.
There was no warning before Henney slammed harshly into Jaejoong’s heat, his head falling back as he lout of a long groan of pleasure.
Jaejoong let out a yell of pained pleasure, his eyes rolling back slightly as his body dithered between feeling hot pricks of pain and flowing shoots of pleasure. What was he supposed to feel? Pain. Always pain. He wasn’t supposed to want this.
“Tell me what you want.” Henney growled as he brought his left hand around and gripped Jaejoong’s cock in his hands. “Tell me how fucking turned on you are.”
“Oh shit.” Jaejoong groaned, letting his head fall back as waves of pleasure washed over him at Daniel’s simple touch.
“Fuck me, fuck me.” He chanted, eyes closed in a grimace of pleasure and desire. In his head, the chant of “whore” began to slowly build until it was screaming at him, stomping through his mind and trashing everything it would reach. It left its mark everywhere. Whore. Whore. Whore. Always a whore.
“Good boy.” Henney growled before he set to thrusting into Jaejoong with harsh, unrelenting thrusts.
“Do you want this, Jaejoong? Do you want to cum?” Henney snarled in a breathless voice as he thrust himself to the base of his cock, his left hand pulling at Jaejoong’s aching erection.
“Please! I want this, I want to cum.” He keened loudly, bucking his hips forwards before grinding them back onto Henney’s hard shaft.
Whore.
Whore.
Whore.
“I’m going to make you scream like no one ever has.” Daniel hissed into his ear as he began thrusting in earnest, the slap of skin against skin was soon the loudest thing in the room besides the moans and chants for more that were spilling out of Jaejoong’s mouth.
He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted the pleasure so badly, needed it to survive.
Whore.
Whore.
Whore.
Jaejoong did scream when his orgasm hit, his body convulsing harshly as pleasure racked through every fiber of his being. “Oh, so good, so good.” He slurred softly as his head hung forward and his eyes fluttered shut. A small whimper from the corner of the room caused him to glance up. There was Junsu with a look of pure terror in his eyes, looking at Jaejoong as if he were scared of him. He couldn’t hold the boy’s gaze.
Whore.
Whore.
Whore.
He was a whore. A filthy animal that derived pleasure from another dirty animal. He had hit his climax while being raped. But was it rape when he’d begged for it? He’d just had willing sex with Daniel Henney. He looked down at his semen as it soaked into the gritty dirt. It was a sign that was there to taunt him, to show him just how much he’d loved every moment of having that fucking bastard inside of him. He really was going insane.