No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 19/?
Title: No Lube, No Condoms, No Service 19/?
Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Hangeng/Kibum/Jungmo, minor!Yunho/Changmin
Part 19: Sexual Harassment
Lee Sooman’s house was more like a hotel and a mansion combined. Changmin had a feeling he’d get lost if it wasn’t for the man leading them through the halls.
“This is a very important meeting,” his father said. “President Sooman is a major shareholder in our company. Don’t do anything to make us look bad.”
Changmin kept his face blank, but nodded and said, “I understand, Father.”
As soon as they entered the ballroom, his eyes found Jaejoong. He was in a perfectly cut and pressed tuxedo and a bowtie. His dark hair was styled away from his face, but the top was loose and fell over his forehead. A few men clamored for his attentions and he smiled and touched all of them.
Nope, he wasn’t going to have any problems being enthralled by Jaejoong and Yoochun tonight.
A quick gaze to Jaejoong’s left revealed Yoochun, just as beautiful in a tuxedo with a lavender shirt and black bowtie.
Yoochun was talking to a few businessmen, but he turned and met Changmin’s eyes and smiled, and then his father was introducing him to people and he was bowing and saying hello to others he knew. And Changmin had to turn away and spent too long bowing to keep looking at the pair of beautiful men.
“Shim Dongsik, what a pleasure it is to see you tonight,” Jaejoong’s voice murmured above the din of the others.
Changmin schooled his face and turned around. Up close, Jaejoong was even more beautiful with the contrast of his dark hair and pale skin. He let his face show the awe and surprise of seeing someone so beautiful.
His father allowed Jaejoong to take his hand with both of his, holding it tightly. “It is a pleasure to see you as well, Kim Jaejoong-shi. And Park Yoochun-shi. Hello. I take it your boys will be performing tonight?”
“Don’t they always when Lee Sooman-shi has a party?”
“He is a bit of pervert, isn’t he?”
Changmin stiffened at the implied insult, not that he was really surprised. His father wasn’t exactly male-sexually inclined.
But Jaejoong only laughed, covering his mouth with one hand. His eyes met Changmin’s and then said, “Ooh, Shim Dongsik-shi, what is this?” Jaejoong released his hands and gripped Changmin’s. His skin was so soft, but even expecting it, it wasn’t the same as actually feeling it.
“This is my son, Changmin.”
Changmin swallowed and bowed over their joined hands.
“A pleasure, Shim Changmin-shi. Is this your first party?”
“At Lee Sooman’s house, yes.” Changmin smiled and added, “The parties I’m used to attending have a lot more willing drunk girls at them.”
Jaejoong laughed.
Changmin’s father cleared his throat, but Changmin refused to apologize for the comment.
Jaejoong held out a hand and gestured Yoochun over. “This is my business partner, Park Yoochun-shi.”
Changmin took his hand after Jaejoong finally let his go, and he bowed over it and made polite greetings.
“You will let your son watch the show, won’t you?” Jaejoong asked his father.
His lip curled for only a second, and then diplomatically, he said, “He’ll probably like it.”
“I hope so. If you’ll excuse us.”
Changmin bowed again, shivering as Jaejoong’s fingers lingered on his wrist and palm. He watched them walk away. His father snorted with derision.
“What?” Changmin asked.
“I’m not surprised you find them attractive. I swear, son, if you don’t marry a girl, I’m going to disown you. I’ll not have someone like Park Yoochun as my son.”
Changmin’s face tightened in irritation and did his best not to say anything incriminating and instead settled for, “What kind of show are they talking about?”
His father’s face darkened. Not that Changmin was surprised. His father may have put up with the fact that his son was bisexual, but that didn’t mean that he was. “They run an escort service which is nothing more than a brothel and their employees are nothing more than strippers and prostitutes.”
Changmin scowled. “Then why are they here if they’re nothing more than prostitutes and strippers?”
“Jaejoong and Yoochun consider themselves businessmen, and they only cater to the richest clients. They are usually at company business parties and their boys fuck each other in front of all these people. But it doesn’t matter how much you pay them, they’re selling themselves for money, so they’re no better than a piece of trash on a street corner.”
Changmin clenched his fists. He wanted to point out that his father’s company hired them all the time, and that their father was here, but then that would mean that his father would know that he already knew too much, so he kept his mouth shut.
“Never be swayed by a pretty face and pretty words, Changmin,” his father continued. “A person who can talk to you and distract you won’t hesitate to betray you when you aren’t paying attention.”
Changmin met his eyes and said, “With all due respect, a businessman is successful with how pretty he can turn his words. A hooker does nothing more than sell a product for a profit.”
His father stared at him.
“It seems to me that Kim Jaejoong-shi and Park Yoochun-shi run a very successful business if their escorts perform for the likes of President Sooman.”
“Changmin!”
Changmin turned at the shout and internally groaned as Yunho bounded up next to him. Changmin wondered how he’d missed seeing Yunho before and then figured he’d just barely arrived, because otherwise there was no way he would have missed Yunho in a white suit with a teal shirt and a white tie.
They clutched fists and Yunho pulled him into a hug. They were only together for a moment, but Yunho had enough time to say, “I was hoping you’d be wearing a mask.”
Changmin scowled at him, and their fathers started talking. Well, he needed to get out of there anyway.
“Please tell me there is food here.”
Yunho grinned. “Trust me when I say there will be plenty to eat.”
“So you’ve been to a few of these parties, then?”
Yunho nodded and led Changmin to a buffet table. “Father has been bringing me to them for almost two years.”
“I’m only here because of the new line of headphones our company is producing. Father put me in charge of an advertising campaign.”
“And how do you manage that with school and your masquerade?”
“I’m more than a mere mortal, Yunnie.”
Yunho laughed. “I know. I’ve had you in bed, Max.”
“Please don’t call me that here. It’s already hard enough hiding all of this.”
“Fine, fine, take away all my fun.” Yunho looked beyond him and his smirk widened. “I guess not all of it.” He grabbed Changmin’s elbow and yanked him away from the table. Changmin lost his hold on his plate and it fell, but Yunho did not let him go and dragged him over to the wall where Kibum and Jungmo were standing.
“MoMo, KiKi!” Yunho said.
They both bowed and Kibum smirked at Changmin.
Changmin smirked back. “KiKi?”
“Shut up,” Kibum muttered.
“Right. You know their real names,” Yunho said.
“No, I don’t,” Changmin said pointedly.
Yunho stuck his tongue out at him childishly and the two escorts laughed.
“Enjoying the party?” Jungmo asked.
“So far,” Yunho said. “I’ll enjoy it more when you two are naked.”
“Three.”
“Huh?”
Jungmo smirked. “The Prince is performing with us tonight.”
“Oh fuck, seriously?”
“Yes, but we didn’t tell you that. We want it to be a surprise.”
Yunho made a show of zipping his lips.
“The Prince,” Changmin muttered, and then remembered that Kouyou had said that Hangeng was performing tonight as well. “Ah. I didn’t know that was his stage name.”
“You know who’s performing?” Yunho said and frowned.
“Yep. Insider information. Uruha told me earlier.”
“You saw Uruha today?” Kibum asked.
Changmin couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on his face or the sudden tightness in his chest. “Yeah, he came over earlier.”
“I thought you were studying,” Jungmo said.
“I was and I did. I am taking an anatomy class and Uruha let me examine him pretty thoroughly.”
Kibum and Jungmo laughed.
Yunho slapped his arm. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”
A firm hand gripped his elbow and Changmin’s father said his name in a low, warning tone. Changmin fought the urge to jerk away from him, and the four of them lost their smiles.
“There are some men I need you to meet.”
Changmin nodded, and then bowed to Kibum and Jungmo. “I’m looking forward to the performance, gentlemen.”
“You are not to socialize with them. We’re at a business meeting.”
Changmin pursed his lips and muttered a yes, sir that was anything but respectful. His father dragged him around the room and introduced him to more people, to Lee Sooman himself, and Changmin noted the way his father stayed away from Jaejoong, Yoochun and the escorts. No one else noticed it, except for Jaejoong who met his eyes again and again with a smile.
A waiter handed him a glass of champagne and Changmin almost muttered that he couldn’t drink before a show. Almost. He smirked as he took the fluted glass. His gaze searched around the room, landed on Yoochun and the amused glance he received back made him smile and he toasted Yoochun with the glass and sipped at the drink, eyes still locked.
His father noticed and pinched his arm hard, something he hadn’t done to discipline Changmin since he was eleven years old. “Bringing you was obviously a mistake since you can only think of sex.”
Changmin schooled his features and met his father’s gaze. “Maybe, but I’m watching people, Father. And I’m not the only one thinking of it. This meeting is less about business and more about sex than you care to admit.”
“One more remark like that and I will slap you like a child.”
“No, you won’t. You care too much about our image to do that. If it makes you feel better, I won’t stay for the show.”
His father scowled. “We must. It will look bad if we leave early.”
An hour later, an announcement rang through the room for the gentlemen to take their seats. Changmin followed his father to a table he was to share with Yunho, Yunho’s father and someone he did not recognize. He looked around and saw Yoochun and Jaejoong sitting at a table with Lee Sooman and other business men with higher authority.
“Changmin,” Yunho said and gestured to the older man. “This is Park HyungChun.”
Changmin’s eyes widened and he stammered a hello and bowed ninety degrees at the man who owned almost a third of the hotel business in Seoul. He was very aware of the disproval rolling off his father, but he didn’t care. Yoochun barely looked like his father, Changmin only saw a resemblance in the nose and the jaw line.
“It is an honor to meet you, Park HyungChun-shi.”
The man smiled and said something polite back. Their conversation was interrupted as the lights dimmed and Yunho pulled Changmin down into a chair, one that was just a little too close to Yunho’s. He tried to slide away from him, but Yunho had his foot hooked on the leg, and Changmin scowled at him.
Music echoed through the room, a haunting melody of violins and drums. Light hit two figures on a stage who were dancing: Kibum and Jungmo. Their bodies waved and popped in a choreographed flight of perfection that was expected of idols. There were a lot of hip thrusts and body waves and smiles and smirks. Their dance did not match the music, and it took Changmin a moment to realize that it wasn’t supposed to.
Kibum suddenly fell, missing a step, and Jungmo stopped, hands on his hips, shouting down at Kibum. Kibum launched to his feet, getting in Jungmo’s face. The music wove through crescendos around them. And then Kibum hit him, the smack echoing through a moment of silence.
Changmin’s breath caught. That had been a real smack, and even from where he sat, he saw color blossom on Jungmo’s cheek.
Kibum did not look repentant at all, ready to hit him again.
From the darkness, another hand grabbed Kibum’s arm, and Kibum’s face turned completely docile and he fell to his knees. Jungmo was quick to follow, both of them bowing, heads to the floor.
Hangeng (although Changmin didn’t recognize him at all with the mask obscuring his face) stepped into the spot light. He moved around the two kneeling forms, sliding and gliding around them. He moved fluidly, much like Kouyou had when he was dancing. He leaned over them, grabbed their hair in his hands and yanked them both up. They winced, and again, Changmin was struck with how real it was. Their whimpers were heard through the music.
Hangeng put his face next to each one of their heads and Changmin imagined him talking to them. He released their hair by flinging them back to the floor and then he clapped his hands twice and the two of them sprung up, got back into position and went through the choreography again. But this time, with the pressure of someone watching, they both screwed up the steps
Hangeng shook his head. He went to Kibum first and the two of them went through the steps, bodies pressed together and it wasn’t until Kibum’s shirt was tossed off the stage that Changmin realized that Hangeng was stripping him.
A show that isn’t a show. Changmin wondered how many more times he’d be fooled by it.
When Jungmo was similarly stripped to nothing more than tight blue briefs, a hand landed high on Changmin’s thigh, and he looked over at Yunho in annoyance. He grabbed Yunho’s hand in a warning grip. Yunho smiled, but didn’t move his hand or tear his eyes from the dancing.
Changmin twisted his fingers, and Yunho pouted at him. With an eye roll, Changmin released his hand. Not like it really mattered. He was already hard from seeing Kibum and Jungmo’s trim bodies in those little shorts.
The dance increased, more moves, faster, tighter. Sweat glistened on their bodies, and Hangeng’s shirt ended up unbuttoned, and his pants open and his cock out.
Jungmo fell to his knees, back heaving. He tried to stand up again, but couldn’t. Hangeng slapped the back of his head, knocking him to the stage.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered, mouth way too close to Changmin’s ear for comfort. He yanked his head away, and Yunho grinned, unrepentant. His hand went higher and his fingers teased the ridge of Changmin’s erection.
Kibum was on his knees, trying to get Jungmo up.
Hangeng shook his head, and again yanked both of them up by their hair. His cock was right between their faces and it was Jungmo who licked him first, tentative and unsure, and then Kibum. Within seconds the two of them were bathing Hangeng’s dick, fighting to suck on it. Hangeng stood still, legs spread, head back, hands in their hair and let them. He yanked on their heads and with shaking hands, they reached for each other, pulling those shorts off hard dicks and they played with one another for a while, and then continued sucking on Hangeng.
The music died, and Changmin realized he had forgotten about it.
Jungmo was gasping, and then suddenly coming with a shout, spraying his release over Kibum’s hand. His cheeks went bright red. Changmin wondered how someone as seasoned as Jungmo could come so fast. Definitely well trained.
Yunho’s hand was now rubbing his erection without even trying to hide what he was doing. Changmin gave up trying to stop him and let him, but his body and heart were in the performance.
Hangeng pulled Kibum off his dick and used their hair to drag them both over to a plain wooden bench, like one you’d find in a practice room at an entertainment agency. He slapped the back of Kibum’s head and Kibum rose only long enough to slip off the shorts and lay on the bench. Hangeng yanked Jungmo up, and still crawling and burning with red, Jungmo climbed on the bench over Kibum.
Hangeng yanked the shorts off his ass and spanked him. Jungmo cried out, fingers white where he gripped the edge, but he stayed up and Hangeng spanked him again and again, each one louder and harder. Kibum frowned up at Jungmo and then pulled him down to kiss him, distract him.
It seemed like Hangeng spanked him forever. When he finally stopped, he pushed Jungmo’s hip, and Jungmo, precariously balanced rotated over Kibum’s body, until he was straddling his face, his fiery red ass pointed at the audience.
A finger reached between those plump cheeks and pressed into his cleft. The men around the room gasped, and Changmin heard one whimper.
Jungmo sucked Kibum’s hard cock back into his mouth and rolled his hips down. Kibum spread his ass open, licking and sucking and fingering it.
Yunho’s wandering hand and the show brought Changmin closer to coming than he wanted to be and he forced his mind on his father’s displeasure and disapproval as the show continued.
Kibum had three fingers spreading Jungmo open when Hangeng finally stopped them both. He pulled Jungmo off the bench and he landed hard on his knees. With a minor direction, Jungmo kneeled over the bench, hands and knees on each side of it. Hangeng spread his ass open and thrust his cock into Jungmo with no warning.
Jungmo screamed and tried to pull away from it.
Kibum kneeled in front of him, trying to calm his breaths while Hangeng fucked him, and then Hangeng reached over and slapped Kibum, and Kibum bit his lip. He stood on shaking legs, gripped Jungmo’s hair and started slowly fucking his throat. Slowly, carefully until Hangeng smacked him again and Kibum matched his pace.
They used Jungmo between them, and Jungmo’s skin stayed red with shame and he whimpered around Kibum’s cock.
His own cock was soft, swinging between his legs, but he wasn’t aroused, not by being taken so forcefully, like it was his first time having a cock in his ass.
Damn these guys were good.
Changmin took a deep breath just as Kibum’s gasp echoed around the silent room. He pulled away from Jungmo and jerked his cock twice and came all over Jungmo’s face. His orgasm disabled him and he sat hard on the bench, chest heaving. His hand landed lightly on Jungmo’s back.
The music rolled around them while Hangeng kept moving. Jungmo’s body still shuddered and his face turned to the audience, scrunched in pain, tears on his cheeks.
Hangeng yanked himself away at the last moment and splattered Jungmo’s back in come. He stood there for a moment, hands spreading his ass, showing off his red and used body and then he lightly slapped the cheeks. He picked up one of their shirts and wiped his cock off. He slipped his cock back in his boxers, refastened his jeans and then buttoned up his shirt. Without looking at the two on the bench, he left the spot light, disappearing in the dark.
Kibum tried to comfort Jungmo, but Jungmo pushed him away again and again, until Jungmo smacked him.
They stared at each other and then Kibum flushed and looked away. The lights went out on the two trying to gather up their clothes.
Everything was dark for just a moment more and then all the lights came on and there was no evidence of the show except for the stage and the bench.
Applause broke out.
“Fuck, they’re good,” Yunho said.
Changmin nodded. “Wow.”
“Disgusting,” Changmin’s father said, and Changmin’s spine stiffened. He looked over at him, and saw that his father and Yoochun’s father were in a staring competition. To Changmin it didn’t seem like the first one.
“I don’t know what your problem is, Dongsik-shi,” Yunho father’s suddenly said, “but that was sexy.”
“It was crass and immoral, and we should not take pleasure from such crude demonstrations of sin.”
“What the hell is his deal?” Yunho muttered in Changmin’s ear. His hand was still massaging Changmin’s crotch, though Changmin took no pleasure in it.
“I do agree with you on some level, but you must admit though,” Yoochun’s father said, “that the show served its purpose.”
“What purpose?”
Yoochun’s father gestured toward JaeChun and Lee Sooman, the three of them talking and smiling. “We are influential businessmen, yet we do not share the host’s table.”
“You are condoning your son’s activities?”
“No. You are aware of my distaste for his choice of profession and his choice of companion, but at the same time, he’s very successful in what he does, no matter the field.”
“Perhaps if he had a firmer hand in his parenting he would not be so disappointing.”
HyungChun’s lips tightened in a line. “Perhaps. And your son is so well controlled? He’s been getting a hand job from Yunho since the show started.”
Changmin’s father glared at him. “We are leaving. Now.”
Changmin stood up and Yunho’s hand lingered on his crotch. “Don’t we have to say goodbye to our host?”
His father took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yes.”
Changmin turned and headed to the main table. Yoochun saw him coming and stood with a smile. Jaejoong and Lee Sooman followed suit.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Lee Sooman-shi,” Changmin said and bowed over his hand. “Unfortunately, I can’t stay longer. I have a lot of school work to do.”
“And an advertising proposal for your father,” he said and nodded.
“Yes, that too. Thank you again. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
“That wasn’t my doing,” he said and gestured to Jaejoong and Yoochun.
Changmin, very aware of his father’s presence and glare, bent over Jaejoong’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Beautiful. You are beautiful. Thank you.” Changmin bowed over Yoochun’s hand as well, fingers caressing his palm discretely as he stood up. “The show was amazing. Will you tell the performers that they made me forget myself, forget where I was and all I cared about was them and their plight under a strict master?”
“I will let them know, Changmin-shi,” Jaejoong said and he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Changmin’s cheek. His lips found Changmin’s ear and he whispered, “Your father is about to kill you.”
Changmin smiled and turned his head and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “Yep.” Louder he added, “Thank you again. This was definitely an eye-opening experience.”
Jaejoong pouted and said, “That’s all? What about cock-hardening?”
Changmin laughed, and he heard Lee Sooman laugh with him. “Yes, that too.”
His father cleared his throat and then Changmin stepped to the side and let his father say goodbye to Lee Sooman. He turned his back on Jaejoong and Yoochun, but neither looked insulted and just before Changmin turned to follow him out the door, Jaejoong winked at him and said, “Whoever gets to share your bed is a lucky person, Shim Changmin-shi.”
“Don’t worry, I have a beauty waiting for me.”
Jaejoong laughed.
Changmin followed his father through the room. He met Yunho’s eyes and shrugged at the questioning look. A servant led them to the front doors, and their limo was waiting. As soon as they were inside, his father smacked him, hard.
Changmin’s head jerked to the side.
“You dare disrespect me so much in front of so many?” he said and slapped him again.
Changmin tongued his split lip and said, “I didn’t.”
“Really? Then what did you do?”
Changmin smirked. “I made sure that everyone there knew that I did not agree with my father’s hypocritical bigotry.”
Changmin really should have seen the punch coming, but didn’t dodge it in time and his vision went white.
“You are grounded.”
Changmin smirked. “Yeah, sure.”
“You will move back to the house where I can keep an eye on you.”
“And how are you going to do that when you’re barely home anyway? You may as well move into your office!”
“I have to work.”
“And so do I. If I’m at the house, I can’t get to classes--”
“You will!”
Changmin shut his mouth and turned his head and stared out the window. When the limo pulled up in front of their house, Changmin climbed out and headed down the driveway.
“Where are you going?”
“To my dorm room. I am not staying under the same roof as you right now.”
“I forbid you-“
“Then come and stop me,” Changmin said and kept walking.
His father did not. Changmin walked to the nearest busy street, flagged down a cab and had the driver take him back to Kouyou.
Part 20: Networking
Part 18: Morale Boosting Activities
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance | Part 9: Background Check | Part 8: Hands On Training | Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships | Part 6: Shitty Customers | Part 5: Office Politics | Part 4: The Office Sluts | Part 3: A Trip to the Office | Part 2: A Few More Questions | Part 1: The Job Interview
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Pairing: Various but will include Changmin/Jaejoong, Changmin/Yoochun, Changmin/Jaejoong/Yoochun, Junsu/Junho, Kouyou/Changmin, Hangeng/Jungmo/Heechul ... lots and lots
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were really escorts, I would buy them for a night, and then I would own them, but ... yeah, I don't now.
Summary: Shim Changmin is the son of a wealthy business man. He's working his way through college. When a paper for his Human Sexuality class is assigned, he decides he wants to do something that no other student has done before. But what seems like an easy project turns into a emotional battle to decide what is most important.
Poster credit goes to ponyboy!!!
Warnings: Incest (Junsu/Junho)
Pairings this chapter: Hangeng/Kibum/Jungmo, minor!Yunho/Changmin
Part 19: Sexual Harassment
Lee Sooman’s house was more like a hotel and a mansion combined. Changmin had a feeling he’d get lost if it wasn’t for the man leading them through the halls.
“This is a very important meeting,” his father said. “President Sooman is a major shareholder in our company. Don’t do anything to make us look bad.”
Changmin kept his face blank, but nodded and said, “I understand, Father.”
As soon as they entered the ballroom, his eyes found Jaejoong. He was in a perfectly cut and pressed tuxedo and a bowtie. His dark hair was styled away from his face, but the top was loose and fell over his forehead. A few men clamored for his attentions and he smiled and touched all of them.
Nope, he wasn’t going to have any problems being enthralled by Jaejoong and Yoochun tonight.
A quick gaze to Jaejoong’s left revealed Yoochun, just as beautiful in a tuxedo with a lavender shirt and black bowtie.
Yoochun was talking to a few businessmen, but he turned and met Changmin’s eyes and smiled, and then his father was introducing him to people and he was bowing and saying hello to others he knew. And Changmin had to turn away and spent too long bowing to keep looking at the pair of beautiful men.
“Shim Dongsik, what a pleasure it is to see you tonight,” Jaejoong’s voice murmured above the din of the others.
Changmin schooled his face and turned around. Up close, Jaejoong was even more beautiful with the contrast of his dark hair and pale skin. He let his face show the awe and surprise of seeing someone so beautiful.
His father allowed Jaejoong to take his hand with both of his, holding it tightly. “It is a pleasure to see you as well, Kim Jaejoong-shi. And Park Yoochun-shi. Hello. I take it your boys will be performing tonight?”
“Don’t they always when Lee Sooman-shi has a party?”
“He is a bit of pervert, isn’t he?”
Changmin stiffened at the implied insult, not that he was really surprised. His father wasn’t exactly male-sexually inclined.
But Jaejoong only laughed, covering his mouth with one hand. His eyes met Changmin’s and then said, “Ooh, Shim Dongsik-shi, what is this?” Jaejoong released his hands and gripped Changmin’s. His skin was so soft, but even expecting it, it wasn’t the same as actually feeling it.
“This is my son, Changmin.”
Changmin swallowed and bowed over their joined hands.
“A pleasure, Shim Changmin-shi. Is this your first party?”
“At Lee Sooman’s house, yes.” Changmin smiled and added, “The parties I’m used to attending have a lot more willing drunk girls at them.”
Jaejoong laughed.
Changmin’s father cleared his throat, but Changmin refused to apologize for the comment.
Jaejoong held out a hand and gestured Yoochun over. “This is my business partner, Park Yoochun-shi.”
Changmin took his hand after Jaejoong finally let his go, and he bowed over it and made polite greetings.
“You will let your son watch the show, won’t you?” Jaejoong asked his father.
His lip curled for only a second, and then diplomatically, he said, “He’ll probably like it.”
“I hope so. If you’ll excuse us.”
Changmin bowed again, shivering as Jaejoong’s fingers lingered on his wrist and palm. He watched them walk away. His father snorted with derision.
“What?” Changmin asked.
“I’m not surprised you find them attractive. I swear, son, if you don’t marry a girl, I’m going to disown you. I’ll not have someone like Park Yoochun as my son.”
Changmin’s face tightened in irritation and did his best not to say anything incriminating and instead settled for, “What kind of show are they talking about?”
His father’s face darkened. Not that Changmin was surprised. His father may have put up with the fact that his son was bisexual, but that didn’t mean that he was. “They run an escort service which is nothing more than a brothel and their employees are nothing more than strippers and prostitutes.”
Changmin scowled. “Then why are they here if they’re nothing more than prostitutes and strippers?”
“Jaejoong and Yoochun consider themselves businessmen, and they only cater to the richest clients. They are usually at company business parties and their boys fuck each other in front of all these people. But it doesn’t matter how much you pay them, they’re selling themselves for money, so they’re no better than a piece of trash on a street corner.”
Changmin clenched his fists. He wanted to point out that his father’s company hired them all the time, and that their father was here, but then that would mean that his father would know that he already knew too much, so he kept his mouth shut.
“Never be swayed by a pretty face and pretty words, Changmin,” his father continued. “A person who can talk to you and distract you won’t hesitate to betray you when you aren’t paying attention.”
Changmin met his eyes and said, “With all due respect, a businessman is successful with how pretty he can turn his words. A hooker does nothing more than sell a product for a profit.”
His father stared at him.
“It seems to me that Kim Jaejoong-shi and Park Yoochun-shi run a very successful business if their escorts perform for the likes of President Sooman.”
“Changmin!”
Changmin turned at the shout and internally groaned as Yunho bounded up next to him. Changmin wondered how he’d missed seeing Yunho before and then figured he’d just barely arrived, because otherwise there was no way he would have missed Yunho in a white suit with a teal shirt and a white tie.
They clutched fists and Yunho pulled him into a hug. They were only together for a moment, but Yunho had enough time to say, “I was hoping you’d be wearing a mask.”
Changmin scowled at him, and their fathers started talking. Well, he needed to get out of there anyway.
“Please tell me there is food here.”
Yunho grinned. “Trust me when I say there will be plenty to eat.”
“So you’ve been to a few of these parties, then?”
Yunho nodded and led Changmin to a buffet table. “Father has been bringing me to them for almost two years.”
“I’m only here because of the new line of headphones our company is producing. Father put me in charge of an advertising campaign.”
“And how do you manage that with school and your masquerade?”
“I’m more than a mere mortal, Yunnie.”
Yunho laughed. “I know. I’ve had you in bed, Max.”
“Please don’t call me that here. It’s already hard enough hiding all of this.”
“Fine, fine, take away all my fun.” Yunho looked beyond him and his smirk widened. “I guess not all of it.” He grabbed Changmin’s elbow and yanked him away from the table. Changmin lost his hold on his plate and it fell, but Yunho did not let him go and dragged him over to the wall where Kibum and Jungmo were standing.
“MoMo, KiKi!” Yunho said.
They both bowed and Kibum smirked at Changmin.
Changmin smirked back. “KiKi?”
“Shut up,” Kibum muttered.
“Right. You know their real names,” Yunho said.
“No, I don’t,” Changmin said pointedly.
Yunho stuck his tongue out at him childishly and the two escorts laughed.
“Enjoying the party?” Jungmo asked.
“So far,” Yunho said. “I’ll enjoy it more when you two are naked.”
“Three.”
“Huh?”
Jungmo smirked. “The Prince is performing with us tonight.”
“Oh fuck, seriously?”
“Yes, but we didn’t tell you that. We want it to be a surprise.”
Yunho made a show of zipping his lips.
“The Prince,” Changmin muttered, and then remembered that Kouyou had said that Hangeng was performing tonight as well. “Ah. I didn’t know that was his stage name.”
“You know who’s performing?” Yunho said and frowned.
“Yep. Insider information. Uruha told me earlier.”
“You saw Uruha today?” Kibum asked.
Changmin couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on his face or the sudden tightness in his chest. “Yeah, he came over earlier.”
“I thought you were studying,” Jungmo said.
“I was and I did. I am taking an anatomy class and Uruha let me examine him pretty thoroughly.”
Kibum and Jungmo laughed.
Yunho slapped his arm. “I fucking hate you so much right now.”
A firm hand gripped his elbow and Changmin’s father said his name in a low, warning tone. Changmin fought the urge to jerk away from him, and the four of them lost their smiles.
“There are some men I need you to meet.”
Changmin nodded, and then bowed to Kibum and Jungmo. “I’m looking forward to the performance, gentlemen.”
“You are not to socialize with them. We’re at a business meeting.”
Changmin pursed his lips and muttered a yes, sir that was anything but respectful. His father dragged him around the room and introduced him to more people, to Lee Sooman himself, and Changmin noted the way his father stayed away from Jaejoong, Yoochun and the escorts. No one else noticed it, except for Jaejoong who met his eyes again and again with a smile.
A waiter handed him a glass of champagne and Changmin almost muttered that he couldn’t drink before a show. Almost. He smirked as he took the fluted glass. His gaze searched around the room, landed on Yoochun and the amused glance he received back made him smile and he toasted Yoochun with the glass and sipped at the drink, eyes still locked.
His father noticed and pinched his arm hard, something he hadn’t done to discipline Changmin since he was eleven years old. “Bringing you was obviously a mistake since you can only think of sex.”
Changmin schooled his features and met his father’s gaze. “Maybe, but I’m watching people, Father. And I’m not the only one thinking of it. This meeting is less about business and more about sex than you care to admit.”
“One more remark like that and I will slap you like a child.”
“No, you won’t. You care too much about our image to do that. If it makes you feel better, I won’t stay for the show.”
His father scowled. “We must. It will look bad if we leave early.”
An hour later, an announcement rang through the room for the gentlemen to take their seats. Changmin followed his father to a table he was to share with Yunho, Yunho’s father and someone he did not recognize. He looked around and saw Yoochun and Jaejoong sitting at a table with Lee Sooman and other business men with higher authority.
“Changmin,” Yunho said and gestured to the older man. “This is Park HyungChun.”
Changmin’s eyes widened and he stammered a hello and bowed ninety degrees at the man who owned almost a third of the hotel business in Seoul. He was very aware of the disproval rolling off his father, but he didn’t care. Yoochun barely looked like his father, Changmin only saw a resemblance in the nose and the jaw line.
“It is an honor to meet you, Park HyungChun-shi.”
The man smiled and said something polite back. Their conversation was interrupted as the lights dimmed and Yunho pulled Changmin down into a chair, one that was just a little too close to Yunho’s. He tried to slide away from him, but Yunho had his foot hooked on the leg, and Changmin scowled at him.
Music echoed through the room, a haunting melody of violins and drums. Light hit two figures on a stage who were dancing: Kibum and Jungmo. Their bodies waved and popped in a choreographed flight of perfection that was expected of idols. There were a lot of hip thrusts and body waves and smiles and smirks. Their dance did not match the music, and it took Changmin a moment to realize that it wasn’t supposed to.
Kibum suddenly fell, missing a step, and Jungmo stopped, hands on his hips, shouting down at Kibum. Kibum launched to his feet, getting in Jungmo’s face. The music wove through crescendos around them. And then Kibum hit him, the smack echoing through a moment of silence.
Changmin’s breath caught. That had been a real smack, and even from where he sat, he saw color blossom on Jungmo’s cheek.
Kibum did not look repentant at all, ready to hit him again.
From the darkness, another hand grabbed Kibum’s arm, and Kibum’s face turned completely docile and he fell to his knees. Jungmo was quick to follow, both of them bowing, heads to the floor.
Hangeng (although Changmin didn’t recognize him at all with the mask obscuring his face) stepped into the spot light. He moved around the two kneeling forms, sliding and gliding around them. He moved fluidly, much like Kouyou had when he was dancing. He leaned over them, grabbed their hair in his hands and yanked them both up. They winced, and again, Changmin was struck with how real it was. Their whimpers were heard through the music.
Hangeng put his face next to each one of their heads and Changmin imagined him talking to them. He released their hair by flinging them back to the floor and then he clapped his hands twice and the two of them sprung up, got back into position and went through the choreography again. But this time, with the pressure of someone watching, they both screwed up the steps
Hangeng shook his head. He went to Kibum first and the two of them went through the steps, bodies pressed together and it wasn’t until Kibum’s shirt was tossed off the stage that Changmin realized that Hangeng was stripping him.
A show that isn’t a show. Changmin wondered how many more times he’d be fooled by it.
When Jungmo was similarly stripped to nothing more than tight blue briefs, a hand landed high on Changmin’s thigh, and he looked over at Yunho in annoyance. He grabbed Yunho’s hand in a warning grip. Yunho smiled, but didn’t move his hand or tear his eyes from the dancing.
Changmin twisted his fingers, and Yunho pouted at him. With an eye roll, Changmin released his hand. Not like it really mattered. He was already hard from seeing Kibum and Jungmo’s trim bodies in those little shorts.
The dance increased, more moves, faster, tighter. Sweat glistened on their bodies, and Hangeng’s shirt ended up unbuttoned, and his pants open and his cock out.
Jungmo fell to his knees, back heaving. He tried to stand up again, but couldn’t. Hangeng slapped the back of his head, knocking him to the stage.
“Fuck,” Yunho muttered, mouth way too close to Changmin’s ear for comfort. He yanked his head away, and Yunho grinned, unrepentant. His hand went higher and his fingers teased the ridge of Changmin’s erection.
Kibum was on his knees, trying to get Jungmo up.
Hangeng shook his head, and again yanked both of them up by their hair. His cock was right between their faces and it was Jungmo who licked him first, tentative and unsure, and then Kibum. Within seconds the two of them were bathing Hangeng’s dick, fighting to suck on it. Hangeng stood still, legs spread, head back, hands in their hair and let them. He yanked on their heads and with shaking hands, they reached for each other, pulling those shorts off hard dicks and they played with one another for a while, and then continued sucking on Hangeng.
The music died, and Changmin realized he had forgotten about it.
Jungmo was gasping, and then suddenly coming with a shout, spraying his release over Kibum’s hand. His cheeks went bright red. Changmin wondered how someone as seasoned as Jungmo could come so fast. Definitely well trained.
Yunho’s hand was now rubbing his erection without even trying to hide what he was doing. Changmin gave up trying to stop him and let him, but his body and heart were in the performance.
Hangeng pulled Kibum off his dick and used their hair to drag them both over to a plain wooden bench, like one you’d find in a practice room at an entertainment agency. He slapped the back of Kibum’s head and Kibum rose only long enough to slip off the shorts and lay on the bench. Hangeng yanked Jungmo up, and still crawling and burning with red, Jungmo climbed on the bench over Kibum.
Hangeng yanked the shorts off his ass and spanked him. Jungmo cried out, fingers white where he gripped the edge, but he stayed up and Hangeng spanked him again and again, each one louder and harder. Kibum frowned up at Jungmo and then pulled him down to kiss him, distract him.
It seemed like Hangeng spanked him forever. When he finally stopped, he pushed Jungmo’s hip, and Jungmo, precariously balanced rotated over Kibum’s body, until he was straddling his face, his fiery red ass pointed at the audience.
A finger reached between those plump cheeks and pressed into his cleft. The men around the room gasped, and Changmin heard one whimper.
Jungmo sucked Kibum’s hard cock back into his mouth and rolled his hips down. Kibum spread his ass open, licking and sucking and fingering it.
Yunho’s wandering hand and the show brought Changmin closer to coming than he wanted to be and he forced his mind on his father’s displeasure and disapproval as the show continued.
Kibum had three fingers spreading Jungmo open when Hangeng finally stopped them both. He pulled Jungmo off the bench and he landed hard on his knees. With a minor direction, Jungmo kneeled over the bench, hands and knees on each side of it. Hangeng spread his ass open and thrust his cock into Jungmo with no warning.
Jungmo screamed and tried to pull away from it.
Kibum kneeled in front of him, trying to calm his breaths while Hangeng fucked him, and then Hangeng reached over and slapped Kibum, and Kibum bit his lip. He stood on shaking legs, gripped Jungmo’s hair and started slowly fucking his throat. Slowly, carefully until Hangeng smacked him again and Kibum matched his pace.
They used Jungmo between them, and Jungmo’s skin stayed red with shame and he whimpered around Kibum’s cock.
His own cock was soft, swinging between his legs, but he wasn’t aroused, not by being taken so forcefully, like it was his first time having a cock in his ass.
Damn these guys were good.
Changmin took a deep breath just as Kibum’s gasp echoed around the silent room. He pulled away from Jungmo and jerked his cock twice and came all over Jungmo’s face. His orgasm disabled him and he sat hard on the bench, chest heaving. His hand landed lightly on Jungmo’s back.
The music rolled around them while Hangeng kept moving. Jungmo’s body still shuddered and his face turned to the audience, scrunched in pain, tears on his cheeks.
Hangeng yanked himself away at the last moment and splattered Jungmo’s back in come. He stood there for a moment, hands spreading his ass, showing off his red and used body and then he lightly slapped the cheeks. He picked up one of their shirts and wiped his cock off. He slipped his cock back in his boxers, refastened his jeans and then buttoned up his shirt. Without looking at the two on the bench, he left the spot light, disappearing in the dark.
Kibum tried to comfort Jungmo, but Jungmo pushed him away again and again, until Jungmo smacked him.
They stared at each other and then Kibum flushed and looked away. The lights went out on the two trying to gather up their clothes.
Everything was dark for just a moment more and then all the lights came on and there was no evidence of the show except for the stage and the bench.
Applause broke out.
“Fuck, they’re good,” Yunho said.
Changmin nodded. “Wow.”
“Disgusting,” Changmin’s father said, and Changmin’s spine stiffened. He looked over at him, and saw that his father and Yoochun’s father were in a staring competition. To Changmin it didn’t seem like the first one.
“I don’t know what your problem is, Dongsik-shi,” Yunho father’s suddenly said, “but that was sexy.”
“It was crass and immoral, and we should not take pleasure from such crude demonstrations of sin.”
“What the hell is his deal?” Yunho muttered in Changmin’s ear. His hand was still massaging Changmin’s crotch, though Changmin took no pleasure in it.
“I do agree with you on some level, but you must admit though,” Yoochun’s father said, “that the show served its purpose.”
“What purpose?”
Yoochun’s father gestured toward JaeChun and Lee Sooman, the three of them talking and smiling. “We are influential businessmen, yet we do not share the host’s table.”
“You are condoning your son’s activities?”
“No. You are aware of my distaste for his choice of profession and his choice of companion, but at the same time, he’s very successful in what he does, no matter the field.”
“Perhaps if he had a firmer hand in his parenting he would not be so disappointing.”
HyungChun’s lips tightened in a line. “Perhaps. And your son is so well controlled? He’s been getting a hand job from Yunho since the show started.”
Changmin’s father glared at him. “We are leaving. Now.”
Changmin stood up and Yunho’s hand lingered on his crotch. “Don’t we have to say goodbye to our host?”
His father took a deep breath and then nodded. “Yes.”
Changmin turned and headed to the main table. Yoochun saw him coming and stood with a smile. Jaejoong and Lee Sooman followed suit.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Lee Sooman-shi,” Changmin said and bowed over his hand. “Unfortunately, I can’t stay longer. I have a lot of school work to do.”
“And an advertising proposal for your father,” he said and nodded.
“Yes, that too. Thank you again. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”
“That wasn’t my doing,” he said and gestured to Jaejoong and Yoochun.
Changmin, very aware of his father’s presence and glare, bent over Jaejoong’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Beautiful. You are beautiful. Thank you.” Changmin bowed over Yoochun’s hand as well, fingers caressing his palm discretely as he stood up. “The show was amazing. Will you tell the performers that they made me forget myself, forget where I was and all I cared about was them and their plight under a strict master?”
“I will let them know, Changmin-shi,” Jaejoong said and he leaned up and pressed a kiss to Changmin’s cheek. His lips found Changmin’s ear and he whispered, “Your father is about to kill you.”
Changmin smiled and turned his head and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek. “Yep.” Louder he added, “Thank you again. This was definitely an eye-opening experience.”
Jaejoong pouted and said, “That’s all? What about cock-hardening?”
Changmin laughed, and he heard Lee Sooman laugh with him. “Yes, that too.”
His father cleared his throat and then Changmin stepped to the side and let his father say goodbye to Lee Sooman. He turned his back on Jaejoong and Yoochun, but neither looked insulted and just before Changmin turned to follow him out the door, Jaejoong winked at him and said, “Whoever gets to share your bed is a lucky person, Shim Changmin-shi.”
“Don’t worry, I have a beauty waiting for me.”
Jaejoong laughed.
Changmin followed his father through the room. He met Yunho’s eyes and shrugged at the questioning look. A servant led them to the front doors, and their limo was waiting. As soon as they were inside, his father smacked him, hard.
Changmin’s head jerked to the side.
“You dare disrespect me so much in front of so many?” he said and slapped him again.
Changmin tongued his split lip and said, “I didn’t.”
“Really? Then what did you do?”
Changmin smirked. “I made sure that everyone there knew that I did not agree with my father’s hypocritical bigotry.”
Changmin really should have seen the punch coming, but didn’t dodge it in time and his vision went white.
“You are grounded.”
Changmin smirked. “Yeah, sure.”
“You will move back to the house where I can keep an eye on you.”
“And how are you going to do that when you’re barely home anyway? You may as well move into your office!”
“I have to work.”
“And so do I. If I’m at the house, I can’t get to classes--”
“You will!”
Changmin shut his mouth and turned his head and stared out the window. When the limo pulled up in front of their house, Changmin climbed out and headed down the driveway.
“Where are you going?”
“To my dorm room. I am not staying under the same roof as you right now.”
“I forbid you-“
“Then come and stop me,” Changmin said and kept walking.
His father did not. Changmin walked to the nearest busy street, flagged down a cab and had the driver take him back to Kouyou.
Part 20: Networking
Part 18: Morale Boosting Activities
Part 17: Conflicts of Interest
Part 16: Leave Personal Problems at the Door
Part 15: Break Time
Part 14: Consolidating and Restructuring
Part 13: Strictly Professional
Part 12: Letter of Resignation
Part 11: Business Meeting
Part 10: Inter-Office Romance | Part 9: Background Check | Part 8: Hands On Training | Part 7: Strengthening Employee Relationships | Part 6: Shitty Customers | Part 5: Office Politics | Part 4: The Office Sluts | Part 3: A Trip to the Office | Part 2: A Few More Questions | Part 1: The Job Interview
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