Owned 3/3
Title: Owned 3/3
Rating: NC-17 fic contains rape, bondage, slavery, abuse, kidnapping, humiliation, masters, incest, watersports
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin/Jaejoong, OT5, Yoochun/Junsu/Junho (and implied others/Jaejoong),
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Drugged, beaten and tied up with duct tape. Jaejoong has definitely had better days. But it could always be worse.
Warnings rape, bondage, slavery, abuse, kidnapping, humiliation, masters, incest, watersports, double penetration
Part 3: Truck-In: A person who brings their own horse to riding lessons.
Warnings: rape, bondage, slavery, abuse, kidnapping, humiliation, masters, incest, watersports, double penetration
Jaejoong woke up to incessant fingers scraping inside him. He moaned, buried his face in the pillow, tried to breathe and gagged on the dildo in his throat. His hips rose, and then Yunho whispered, “Come on, baby, wake up. The boss is coming to see you.”
Jaejoong froze, turned his head and looked at Yunho in question.
Yunho smiled and ran his hand through Jaejoong’s hair. “He wants to meet you. That’s all.”
Yunho spread his ass apart, and pressed in a very large plug with a wide base. It settled inside him, the inner curve brushed on his prostate. It started vibrating lightly. Jaejoong moaned and rutted against the bed.
With a chuckle, Yunho tugged on his arms and legs, twisting his tired body around until he was on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Again, the thin chains connected the cuffs on his ankles to the eyelets on the wooden posts. Yunho pushed him up, roughly, and Jaejoong winced. He threaded thin nylon ropes through the rings on his wrist cuffs.
“Your body is still bruised,” Yunho said with a frown. “Usually we wait until you’re in pristine condition before showing you off to the boss.”
He took Jaejoong’s hands behind his back and bent his elbows, hands twisted. It was the same position that Changmin had held him in, but this time, thin nylon ropes wrapped up and around his body, over his chest and behind his back. Fast and quick, slipping over his skin.
Jaejoong’s breathing increased and he tried to swallow around the gag.
“I know this is sudden, Pretty Pet, but it’s necessary to have you properly presented. This is called a reverse prayer, and it’s the way that you will always be presented to the boss. I know it aches, but that’s because we have not had time to practice it and train your muscles. Your body is wonderfully malleable. And don’t worry, the boss won’t be here long.”
Jaejoong whimpered. His skin pebbled with fear.
Yunho noticed and kissed his cheek and his neck above the collar and licked around the gag. “You’re so beautiful like this. Don’t worry, and stay calm, okay?” His fingers curled around Jaejoong’s soft dick and stroked him lightly. His lips stayed on Jaejoong’s skin going lower and lower. He sucked on both of his nipples, nipping at them lightly. It didn’t take much longer for his cock to grow hard and ready.
“Beautiful,” Yunho crooned, and then slipped more nylon rope around his cock and balls, sufficiently trapping his pleasure. A knot settled in the slit and Yunho tugged on it, pulling a whimper from Jaejoong’s throat. The rope wrapped tightly around the head, and then criss-crossed down the shaft. Another knot, larger, separated his balls, and Yunho took two ends of the rope and wrapped them around each testicle, spreading them apart and then leaving them hanging heavily.
Jaejoong inhaled sharply through his nose and shut his eyes tightly.
“God, I’ve never tied anyone up that fast before,” Yunho said and rubbed his hands all over Jaejoong’s body.
Yunho touched his face again, softly, kisses following his fingers. He muttered over and over how beautiful Jaejoong was, and then he said, “This might hurt, but don’t worry. I won’t pull on them.”
Sharp pain shot up from his chest, and his eyes flew open. Silver clamps glinted at his nipples, and thin chains hung from them.
“I’m sorry, Pretty, but as soon as the boss leaves I’m going to have to fuck you. Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
Jaejoong swallowed again.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he shook his head, gagging and straining in his bindings. No way, no fucking way. He was not being this tied up and then blindfolded too.
“You’re not allowed to see the boss until he says so,” Yunho said and continued soft touches along his face and chest. “Trust me.”
Jaejoong snorted and glared at him.
Yunho actually laughed. “I know, I know, that’s why we don’t do this until you’ve been with us for a long time. Now come on. This is all, I promise. I know that it’s a lot all at once. I won’t leave your side.”
That’s supposed to be comforting! Jaejoong shouted.
Yunho touched the back of his neck, and Jaejoong lowered his head, gagging around the dildo. Soft fabric slipped over his head, and Jaejoong yanked away from it as best he could. Yunho tried to calm him, but Jaejoong stayed defiant, eyes blazing at this bastard who was his master.
Yunho slapped him on both cheeks. “Stop it.”
Jaejoong whimpered and fought to control his fear. He twisted his head again when Yunho tried to blindfold him and Yunho smacked him again. Harder.
“I cannot bloody your face right now,” he said, voice dropping to that warning growl. “But I can tug on the nipple clamps until they rip your skin.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and whined. That would definitely hurt. Resigned, he lowered his head and Yunho slipped the black cloth over his eyes, and then it tightened. Jaejoong’s chest hitched and he cried letting the fabric stop his tears.
Yunho continued to croon at him and Jaejoong listened to none of his words. He kept a hand on Jaejoong’s hip, fingers rubbing back and forth gently.
Fortunately, Jaejoong didn’t have to wait long. He heard the door open and automatically tensed. Yunho rubbed his skin and whispered in his ear until Jaejoong calmed down enough to relax his shoulders.
“Not up to your usual standards,” an unknown voice said.
“We haven’t even had him for two weeks,” Changmin countered. “He’s better than any pet I’ve ever trained.”
Jaejoong’s skin flushed with shame.
A foreign presence climbed on the bed. Jaejoong wasn’t really sure how he knew that it was a different person, but maybe it was because the bed didn’t dip as much. When soft hands touched just above the nipple clamps though, Jaejoong knew the difference. His masters’ hands were large, calloused and warm. This man’s hands were almost cold. Pampered. Soft skin. A single fingernail trailed over the ropes around his chest.
Jaejoong shivered.
“He is beautiful,” he mused. His hands ran down Jaejoong’s chest and stomach.
Jaejoong cried out behind the gag when fingers wrapped around his trapped erection.
“Sensitive.”
“It’s one reason why we are so excited for this one.”
“After seeing him, I can’t blame Hyunjoong for losing control.”
Yunho snorted and his fingers tightened on Jaejoong’s hip. “There is a difference between seeing him in the hallway and losing control, and actively searching him out. Hyunjoong searched him out.”
“Yes, but again, I can’t really blame him.”
Fingers traced over his lips and face.
“I’d want to know what those lips look around my dick too. But, yes, you’re right. He was wrong, and he should not have touched what is yours until it has become ours. He will be punished appropriately.”
The presence moved away and Jaejoong inhaled deeply.
“Your pet is beautiful,” the man said. “I cannot wait until his orientation.”
“He will be properly prepared,” Yunho said.
Become ours? Orientation?
The door shut, and the next moment, the gag was gone. The butt plug was gone, and hands gripped his shoulders and yanked him down. Jaejoong cried out at the suddenness. His mouth opened, and a dick was shoved into it. He relaxed when he recognized Changmin’s scent. And then gagged when Changmin moved him too fast on his cock.
“God, Yunho, he looks amazing already.”
“I know.”
Hands cupped his ass and spread him open. Jaejoong widened his stance and tightened his muscles in the position he was in. His body was shaking from the strain, but he still moaned when Yunho thrust into him. They fucked him roughly from both ends, and Jaejoong whimpered between them, tossed back and forth. He tried to come around the ropes and shivered and begged around Changmin’s cock.
“Such … god, a beautiful … fuck, pet,” Changmin moaned and slammed deeper in Jaejoong’s throat and Jaejoong gagged and then gagged again, his face pressed against the leather of Changmin’s jacket.
Changmin moaned, body curling over Jaejoong’s and he came with his dick completely in Jaejoong’s throat. The salty load was too much for him and he coughed and couldn’t swallow, yanking himself back. He fell to the bed, mouth open and dripping come, trying to breathe.
“Minnie-ah,” Yunho said in admonishment.
“Sorry, but god.” Changmin ran his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and down his back to the intricate knots binding his hands behind his back. “He’s beautiful.”
Yunho nodded.
Jaejoong managed to calm himself down while Yunho fucked him. His cock would have gone soft if it weren’t for the ropes. Instead, the pleasure just twisted from barely there to agonizing. Yunho pulled out and came all over his ass, and Jaejoong sighed and relaxed.
Very slowly, between the two of them, they removed all the ropes and all the bindings. They laid him on his back. Changmin massaged his sore arms and Yunho kissed him over and over, praising him with every breath.
Jaejoong flushed. He hadn’t been that great. Like the boss had said, he wasn’t exactly at his best right now.
Yunho cupped his erection and Jaejoong moaned, hips rising from the bed.
Changmin’s mouth closed around a sore nipple at the same time that Yunho’s mouth closed around the head of his dick. Jaejoong whimpered, hands stretched to his side, clenching the blanket because he hadn’t been told he could touch.
“We want you to come,” Changmin whispered against his skin.
Yunho sucked his dick deep, nose pressed against his stomach, and then on the next trip, he pulled the rope and the knots slipped free and pleasure filled the free spaces and he screamed, hips rising in quick thrusts until he came and Yunho swallowed his release.
Jaejoong fell back to the bed with a ragged moan, eyes shut, head swimming from everything that had happened.
Lips pressed against his body in random places and then two very warm bodies cuddled up to his, lips and tongues and mouths sucking at his neck.
“Our pretty pet,” Yunho whispered.
Feeling brave, Jaejoong asked, “What is orientation?”
They both froze, and then Changmin smacked his cheek sharply. “You did not have permission to ask a question.”
Jaejoong nodded, eyes still shut. “Forgive me, Masters.”
Yunho sighed, and said very carefully, “All pets go through an orientation which makes you a pet of the Spikes instead of just ours.”
“I figured that,” Jaejoong said and rolled his eyes. “What is it?”
“Your audacity right now is going to get you in trouble,” Changmin warned.
Jaejoong glared at him and just stopped himself from telling Changmin to fuck off.
Yunho touched Changmin’s arm, and said, “It’s okay right now, because I understand that you’re not exactly ready for this, but with orientation … well.”
“Everyone fucks you,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong froze. “Everyone?”
“Yep.”
“And how many is everyone?”
“Depends on the boss,” Yunho said. “He deems who is worthy and who isn’t. You’re beautiful, so I’m sure that the amount will be a lot less than for a regular pet.”
Jaejoong swallowed.
“I’m going to assume that there will be at least twenty five at your orientation.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes. Fucked by twenty five men? He took a deep breath. “Do I still have a choice?”
Yunho propped up on an elbow and glared at him. “You always have a choice, Pretty.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Just making sure.”
Yunho tilted his head and asked, “You make it sound like you want to be beaten.”
“No. I don’t.”
Yunho glared at him, and Changmin pondered him. “You are definitely not ready.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and shrugged. “I’m not sure what I’m not ready for, but I’ve made my choice.”
“And that choice is what?” Yunho asked, a hard edge to his voice.
Jaejoong opened his eyes. The mirror above the bed reflected a scene that Jaejoong had a very hard time accepting. The two men in black clothes and the deep red linens formed a stark contrast to his pale skin.
He had to accept it. There wasn’t anything else for him. Unless he wanted to be beaten and hurt beyond what he was able to handle. They made that very clear. Sex he could handle. Rough sex he could handle.
Looking right at his reflection, he said, “I have no choice, and do whatever you want me to do, masters.”
“Good boy,” Changmin said and kissed his cheek.
--
Jaejoong sat on the bathroom floor, hands on his thighs, waiting. He was so used to the toy now that stroking off was no longer a temptation. This was by far the longest he had ever waited for his masters, and he shut his eyes, concentrated on breathing, and thought of nothing as the time passed.
Yunho-master was teaching him how to meditate.
Changmin-master was teaching him yoga.
Bored but calm, Jaejoong stretched his arms and ran his upper body through his morning yoga routine. He’d already done it, when he’d first woken up at six, but there wasn’t much else to do to pass the time. He put his hands behind his back, twisted his wrists in the way Changmin had taught him. He held the reverse prayer position and leaned forward, controlling his breathing.
The dildo slipped out of him a few inches and Jaejoong rolled his hips back on it, moaned at the stretch and pleasure. He continued, bent over, hands behind his back, until his cock was dripping precome to the floor, and he was in a small danger of losing control of his orgasm. During a rather strong thrust, the door opened and Jaejoong moaned, lifting his head.
The man who entered was not familiar, and he froze, before relaxing when the man was followed by Changmin. Jaejoong sat up, moaning as the toy pressed into him completely. He kept his hands behind his back.
“Are you being naughty, Pretty Pet?” Changmin asked and ran his fingers on Jaejoong's cheek.
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, Changmin-master. I didn’t come.”
“Were you going to?”
“No. Just teasing.”
“Good boy,” Changmin said and attached the leash to Jaejoong’s collar. “This is Junsu.”
Jaejoong smiled. Junsu had just as many spikes on his jacket as Changmin did. His smile was almost adorable. And his hair was blue. Jaejoong decided that he liked him, and he pressed his face to Junsu’s crotch, rubbed lightly and said hello.
Fingers danced in his hair, and Junsu chuckled. “Hello.”
Changmin handed the leash to Junsu, and he tugged on it, and Jaejoong reluctantly lifted his hips and let the toy fall out of him. He moaned and then said, “Will you put something else inside, Changmin-master?”
Changmin laughed. “Soon, baby.”
Jaejoong followed Junsu’s lead down the hall, but they bypassed his room and went into another one. It was the first time Jaejoong had been somewhere besides his room and the bathroom. This room was set up the exact same as his was, but everything was blue instead of red.
Junsu’s hair made a lot more sense.
On the bed was a naked figure, wrapped up in intricate diamonds of blue ropes, all up his chest and his legs and down his arms. Hi arms were bound behind his back, and his ankles and wrists were attached to the bed frame in thin chains. His head was forced back, a knot forming a gag in his mouth. His studded collar was the only thing not blue, but the metal spikes were blue, and Jaejoong wondered if he could get one with red spikes, because that would look really cool. His blindfold was blue also. Both nipples were pierced and heavy weights hung from the barbells. There was a shiny metal bar sticking out of the tip of his erect cock.
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. He’d never seen that before.
He looked up at Junsu.
“Isn’t he pretty?” Junsu asked.
“Very pretty, Junsu-shi,” Jaejoong replied. “What’s in his dick?”
Junsu leered. “It’s called a sound. Consider it a dildo for your penis.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Anything can hurt if used properly.”
Jaejoong knew that just a little too well.
“Go up on the bed with him,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong nodded and crawled up onto the blue blankets. The bound man shivered, and Jaejoong moved to him. Pondering the metal probe, he asked, “May I touch him, Changmin-master?”
“Ask Junsu. He is Junsu’s pet.”
“May I touch him, Junsu-shi.”
“Only his cock.”
The man whimpered behind his gag.
“Thank you, Junsu-shi,” Jaejoong said and put his hand around the other’s cock. He cried out and his hips tried to jerk forward. The chains tinkled. He had not been given permission to touch the metal sound, but Jaejoong found it, under the skin and ran his finger along it. The bound man whimpered.
“How does it stay in?”
Junsu laughed. “My pet is very good at controlling all of his body. He’s holding it in. I’m sure your masters will start fucking your dick with sounds soon, and you will learn to do this also.”
The door opened again, and Jaejoong turned his head, smiling at Yunho. Another man walked in behind him and went to Junsu’s side. Their arms went around each other’s waist, and the one man kissed Junsu’s cheek.
Jaejoong frowned. Changmin and Yunho were never affectionate with each other.
“This is Yoochun,” Junsu said. “My partner.”
Jaejoong bowed his head to the bed and said hello.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Yoochun whispered. Fingers trailed in Jaejoong’s hair, and he lifted his head just enough to rub up against Yoochun’s crotch in greeting.
“Thank you, Yoochun-shi.”
“Do you like my pet, Jaejoong?”
“Yes, Yoochun-shi. He is very handsome.”
Yoochun smiled and climbed onto the bed. “His name is Zuno.” He fingered the tag on his collar, and Jaejoong looked at it. He didn’t have a tag. He would probably be given one.
“He’s been like this for almost eight hours.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened, and Yoochun chuckled. “He is a very, very good pet. And because he’s such a good pet and you’re such a good pet, we are going to let you play with each other.”
“Really, Masters?” Jaejoong said and turned to look at Yunho and Changmin.
They both chuckled. “Yes, really,” Yunho said.
Yoochun slowly started the long process of releasing his pet from his bindings. Jaejoong watched in awe, because he usually never saw this part, either because he was blindfolded or too blown out of his mind with lust to focus on it.
The ropes left red indentations on his skin.
Another body climbed on the bed, and Junsu kneeled behind Jaejoong. He put his arms around Jaejoong’s upper body and his hands ran up and down his chest and stomach and teased his nipples.
“Zuno has been our pet for five years,” Junsu said. “Yunho and Changmin say that you didn’t want to be a pet.”
Jaejoong blushed and nodded.
“Most pets don’t want to be at first, so don’t be ashamed. But Zuno refused to be tamed for a very long time.”
Jaejoong watched their pet as Junsu talked. His skin was flushed, and his eyes shut despite no longer being blindfolded. Jaejoong had a suspicion that even after five years, Zuno was still shamed and embarrassed for being a pet.
“Do you know why he refused?”
Jaejoong had a whole list of reasons in his mind, but he shook his head.
“He refused because he’s my brother.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he tilted his head back to look at Junsu in awe.
Junsu smiled and said, “Yep, my brother. He didn’t like that I was a Spike. He didn’t care that I kept our family safe because of that. He tried to send me to jail. Yoochun and I pleaded with our boss to bring him here. And he said, yes, but only as our pet.”
Yoochun had removed all the ropes except the ones forming diamonds on Zuno’s chest and stomach. His arms were behind his back, his head lowered.
Yoochun tugged on the sound, pumping it slowly in and out of Zuno’s dick. It was so long. Jaejoong shivered, thinking of something like that in his penis.
Zuno whimpered.
“When I pull this out of him, he is allowed to come. You are to swallow it , but do not touch him.”
Jaejoong grinned and bent over, not leaving Junsu’s body. Yoochun yanked the sound from the slit, Zuno screamed and Jaejoong closed his mouth around the red swollen head of his erection. He sucked only once and then had a mouth load of come, more than he’d ever swallowed at once. Zuno curled over him, supported by Yoochun. He whimpered and then sagged and Jaejoong let his dick fall out of his mouth.
“Your pet tastes really good, Junsu-shi,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu smiled and licked at a drop of come at the corner of Jaejoong’s mouth. “Yes, he does.”
Zuno’s chest heaved with deep breaths. “Thank you for allowing me to come, Masters.”
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his bottom lip and then lowered him to the bed. Junsu released Jaejoong, and it was Changmin who said, “Crawl over him, Pretty, and go suck on his cock some more.”
Jaejoong did as he was told. He did not touch Zuno with his arms or his legs. His hands stayed at his hips, and he leaned down and sucked Zuno’s cock into his mouth. His knees were on either side of Zuno’s head.
“Suck on him, Zunnie-pet.”
Jaejoong moaned at the first touch of lips on his hard dick. He shifted his knees again, giving Zuno better access, and his cock was sucked into the other’s throat.
“Neither of you have permission to come,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong whimpered and cursed himself for teasing his body in the bathroom. Zuno was lucky and had just come. He was also really tired, and not doing much to Jaejoong’s cock, just licking at it while it rested in his mouth.
Jaejoong grinned and did the same thing. Zuno was smart. Their masters did not say how long they were going to be sucking on each other. Better to save strength.
Familiar hands tangled in his hair, not pulling, just scratching, and Jaejoong moaned and arched into the touches.
“Yoochun and Junsu want to be your masters too,” Changmin said, “but they don’t want to wait until your orientation.”
“They have been bugging us for weeks to let them play with you,” Yunho continued, “but we have been waiting until we are sure that you can please four masters and not just two. Do you think you can do it, Pretty Pet?”
Jaejoong lifted his mouth off Zuno’s cock for only long enough to say, “You’ve proven that I can fit two cocks in my mouth and two in my ass, Yunho-master.”
They all laughed and Jaejoong went back to sucking on Zuno.
Changmin’s long fingers slipped under Zuno’s balls and pressed into his loosened body. A moment later, two fingers that Jaejoong did not recognize easily pressed into him. Yunho took Zuno’s ankles in his hands and lifted his legs, bending them up. Jaejoong had to readjust, shift back a little, to keep sucking on his cock. Changmin shuffled closer until Zuno’s knees were hooked on his elbows. Yunho held his cock down and Changmin thrust into him easily.
And Jaejoong was then expecting the dick to press into him and he didn’t come right away.
Changmin moved slowly, unable to thrust deeply because of Jaejoong’s head. Whoever was fucking him on the other hand had no such problems and slammed into him roughly, hands squeezing and spreading his ass.
“His ass is pulsing like he’s about to come,” Yoochun said, breathy, and Jaejoong received his answer on who was fucking him.
“As long as you come before he does,” Changmin said, and Jaejoong took that as permission. He tightened his muscles and met Yoochun’s thrusts, rolling his hips down and burying his cock deeply into Zuno’s throat. The pet did not gag at all and Jaejoong hoped that one day he’d take a cock into his throat without having to think about it.
Yoochun cursed and sped up, slapping their bodies together. He added involuntary smacks to Jaejoong’s ass, leaving the skin pink and warm. His breath caught in his throat, and he whimpered, stilling for a moment and then thrusting out his release. Jaejoong mentally sighed in relief, but he had very little time to relax. Yoochun left his body and Junsu entered him. But now he didn’t have to hold back. He sucked Zuno earnestly, knowing the pet could handle it, and he thrust down and back, moaning as his orgasm whipped through him and shot into Zuno’s throat. He swallowed it easily and didn’t stop sucking.
Jaejoong’s vision blurred and he did his best to follow Zuno’s lead. Changmin and Yunho traded places in Zuno’s ass, and the others did the same to his. After his third orgasm he had problems holding himself up, and Zuno had yet to come.
Jaejoong ripped his mouth away from Zuno’s dick with a whimper and lowered his head.
“Pretty pet,” Yunho said in warning and gripped his hair.
Jaejoong whined and said he was sorry. He couldn’t help it.
Yunho pulled his head up and Changmin pulled Zuno down the bed. The two of them were dislodged and then Jaejoong’s head was on the bed, Yunho’s hand holding him down by the neck.
“Naughty pet,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong whimpered and apologized again and again. Junsu was still fucking him.
“We understand that you’re still learning,” Yunho said, “but you have to ask first.”
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho let him go and said, “He is yours as much as he is ours now, so do what you will to him.”
Jaejoong moaned. That was never a good command.
Yoochun flung him to the side. Strong arms grabbed his hands and yanked them above his head. The thin chains that had bound Zuno to the bed were twisted through both eyelets on the cuffs and then tightened so Jaejoong’s arms were suspended. Junsu bent his knees to his shoulders and wrapped thick straps around his legs, connecting his ankles and his thighs. More chains went down his chest and Junsu wrapped them around his erection, pinching tightly. He threaded the ends through the eyelets at his ankles, and then Yoochun yanked on the chains and Jaejoong screamed, ass lifting from the bed, suspended with all of his weight only on his shoulders.
Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
Yoochun licked them up and said, “I love it when pets cry.”
“You’re so cruel,” Junsu said and laughed.
Yoochun squeezed his way in between Jaejoong’s arms. His knees were on the bed next to his head. He gripped Jaejoong’s chin, forcing his mouth open, pointed his dick at him and pissed.
Jaejoong hated being pissed on, but he knew better than to shut his mouth and get it all over the bed. He did his best to swallow, gagging because of his position and Yoochun’s. As soon as he was through, Yoochun’s dick was thrust into his mouth, and Junsu fucked his ass.
It’d been a very long time since Jaejoong had not enjoyed what was done to him. He was glad his dick was frozen in pleasure, because he would have softened immediately, and that was just another reason to be punished.
Jaejoong gave up long before they were done playing with him. His body sagged in its bindings and he cried until his face was red and his mouth ached from Yoochun’s cock and come dripped all over his face.
When Yoochun moved off him, he shut his eyes in relief and they left him there, the five of them leaving the room completely.
For the first time in a long time, Jaejoong wanted to go home. His tired and used body buckled under exhaustion, and he was delirious the next time someone was fucking him. He wasn’t sure who it was. He had no idea how long he’d been hanging there, but when they were through, they did not release him.
Resigned to his fate, Jaejoong did his best not to go completely insane.
When he was finally dropped to the bed, his body screamed and he did too. To his surprise, it wasn’t a master, but Zuno, who removed his bindings.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to say something, and then realized that Zuno was gagged with a strip of blue cloth. He immediately wrapped a red one around Jaejoong’s head, into his mouth, and tightened it past the point of comfort. Zuno dropped to the floor and crawled toward the door. He looked back and Jaejoong figured he had to follow. Body weak, he fell more than climbed to the floor, and he staggered on his hands and knees after Zuno. He led them to a large bathroom where their masters were lounging in a tub.
Jaejoong had learned not to glare even if he wanted to, and he lowered his head and bowed on the tile floor in submission.
Water dripped and wet footsteps came to him. The flat of hand landed sharply on his ass, and Jaejoong bit his lip against a cry. He deserved a spanking. More than that. Each spank stung a little less than the one before, and eventually, his skin went numb from the pain, and his face burned with shame.
Gentle fingers carded through his hair, and pulled his head off the floor.
Changmin stared at him, and then looked behind him and the spankings stopped. “You learn your lesson?”
Jaejoong nodded, even though he really wasn’t sure what the lesson was. He hadn’t been able to do more. It wasn’t his fault his body was weak.
Changmin pulled the gag from his mouth and asked, “What lesson did you learn?”
Jaejoong tilted his head, wondering what Changmin wanted to hear. After a few seconds, he settled on, “To ask first, Changmin-master.”
Changmin shook his head and said, “I don’t think you’ve learned that lesson just yet. How many times have we punished you for it?”
Jaejoong lowered his head and bit back a whimper. Voice shaking, he said, “I promise to be better, Changmin-master. With four masters, you can train me faster.”
Changmin smirked and then tugged on his hair. He stood up and used Jaejoong’s hair to lead him to the tub. He climbed in, sighing in relief at the heat on his muscles. Junsu pulled his arm, and Jaejoong went to him. Junsu kissed him and Jaejoong moaned and whispered his thanks even if he didn’t deserve a kiss.
Junsu smiled and with their lips together said, “Even if you don’t deserve one, you’re too pretty not to kiss. Now, lean over the edge of the tub and let me show you the joys of Yoochun’s shower massager.”
Part 4: Groundwork
Part 2: Conditioned Response
Part 1: Behind the Bit
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Rating: NC-17 fic contains rape, bondage, slavery, abuse, kidnapping, humiliation, masters, incest, watersports
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong, Changmin/Jaejoong, Yunho/Changmin/Jaejoong, OT5, Yoochun/Junsu/Junho (and implied others/Jaejoong),
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Summary: Drugged, beaten and tied up with duct tape. Jaejoong has definitely had better days. But it could always be worse.
Warnings rape, bondage, slavery, abuse, kidnapping, humiliation, masters, incest, watersports, double penetration
Part 3: Truck-In: A person who brings their own horse to riding lessons.
Warnings: rape, bondage, slavery, abuse, kidnapping, humiliation, masters, incest, watersports, double penetration
Jaejoong woke up to incessant fingers scraping inside him. He moaned, buried his face in the pillow, tried to breathe and gagged on the dildo in his throat. His hips rose, and then Yunho whispered, “Come on, baby, wake up. The boss is coming to see you.”
Jaejoong froze, turned his head and looked at Yunho in question.
Yunho smiled and ran his hand through Jaejoong’s hair. “He wants to meet you. That’s all.”
Yunho spread his ass apart, and pressed in a very large plug with a wide base. It settled inside him, the inner curve brushed on his prostate. It started vibrating lightly. Jaejoong moaned and rutted against the bed.
With a chuckle, Yunho tugged on his arms and legs, twisting his tired body around until he was on his hands and knees in the middle of the bed. Again, the thin chains connected the cuffs on his ankles to the eyelets on the wooden posts. Yunho pushed him up, roughly, and Jaejoong winced. He threaded thin nylon ropes through the rings on his wrist cuffs.
“Your body is still bruised,” Yunho said with a frown. “Usually we wait until you’re in pristine condition before showing you off to the boss.”
He took Jaejoong’s hands behind his back and bent his elbows, hands twisted. It was the same position that Changmin had held him in, but this time, thin nylon ropes wrapped up and around his body, over his chest and behind his back. Fast and quick, slipping over his skin.
Jaejoong’s breathing increased and he tried to swallow around the gag.
“I know this is sudden, Pretty Pet, but it’s necessary to have you properly presented. This is called a reverse prayer, and it’s the way that you will always be presented to the boss. I know it aches, but that’s because we have not had time to practice it and train your muscles. Your body is wonderfully malleable. And don’t worry, the boss won’t be here long.”
Jaejoong whimpered. His skin pebbled with fear.
Yunho noticed and kissed his cheek and his neck above the collar and licked around the gag. “You’re so beautiful like this. Don’t worry, and stay calm, okay?” His fingers curled around Jaejoong’s soft dick and stroked him lightly. His lips stayed on Jaejoong’s skin going lower and lower. He sucked on both of his nipples, nipping at them lightly. It didn’t take much longer for his cock to grow hard and ready.
“Beautiful,” Yunho crooned, and then slipped more nylon rope around his cock and balls, sufficiently trapping his pleasure. A knot settled in the slit and Yunho tugged on it, pulling a whimper from Jaejoong’s throat. The rope wrapped tightly around the head, and then criss-crossed down the shaft. Another knot, larger, separated his balls, and Yunho took two ends of the rope and wrapped them around each testicle, spreading them apart and then leaving them hanging heavily.
Jaejoong inhaled sharply through his nose and shut his eyes tightly.
“God, I’ve never tied anyone up that fast before,” Yunho said and rubbed his hands all over Jaejoong’s body.
Yunho touched his face again, softly, kisses following his fingers. He muttered over and over how beautiful Jaejoong was, and then he said, “This might hurt, but don’t worry. I won’t pull on them.”
Sharp pain shot up from his chest, and his eyes flew open. Silver clamps glinted at his nipples, and thin chains hung from them.
“I’m sorry, Pretty, but as soon as the boss leaves I’m going to have to fuck you. Damn, you’re gorgeous.”
Jaejoong swallowed again.
“I’m going to blindfold you,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he shook his head, gagging and straining in his bindings. No way, no fucking way. He was not being this tied up and then blindfolded too.
“You’re not allowed to see the boss until he says so,” Yunho said and continued soft touches along his face and chest. “Trust me.”
Jaejoong snorted and glared at him.
Yunho actually laughed. “I know, I know, that’s why we don’t do this until you’ve been with us for a long time. Now come on. This is all, I promise. I know that it’s a lot all at once. I won’t leave your side.”
That’s supposed to be comforting! Jaejoong shouted.
Yunho touched the back of his neck, and Jaejoong lowered his head, gagging around the dildo. Soft fabric slipped over his head, and Jaejoong yanked away from it as best he could. Yunho tried to calm him, but Jaejoong stayed defiant, eyes blazing at this bastard who was his master.
Yunho slapped him on both cheeks. “Stop it.”
Jaejoong whimpered and fought to control his fear. He twisted his head again when Yunho tried to blindfold him and Yunho smacked him again. Harder.
“I cannot bloody your face right now,” he said, voice dropping to that warning growl. “But I can tug on the nipple clamps until they rip your skin.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and whined. That would definitely hurt. Resigned, he lowered his head and Yunho slipped the black cloth over his eyes, and then it tightened. Jaejoong’s chest hitched and he cried letting the fabric stop his tears.
Yunho continued to croon at him and Jaejoong listened to none of his words. He kept a hand on Jaejoong’s hip, fingers rubbing back and forth gently.
Fortunately, Jaejoong didn’t have to wait long. He heard the door open and automatically tensed. Yunho rubbed his skin and whispered in his ear until Jaejoong calmed down enough to relax his shoulders.
“Not up to your usual standards,” an unknown voice said.
“We haven’t even had him for two weeks,” Changmin countered. “He’s better than any pet I’ve ever trained.”
Jaejoong’s skin flushed with shame.
A foreign presence climbed on the bed. Jaejoong wasn’t really sure how he knew that it was a different person, but maybe it was because the bed didn’t dip as much. When soft hands touched just above the nipple clamps though, Jaejoong knew the difference. His masters’ hands were large, calloused and warm. This man’s hands were almost cold. Pampered. Soft skin. A single fingernail trailed over the ropes around his chest.
Jaejoong shivered.
“He is beautiful,” he mused. His hands ran down Jaejoong’s chest and stomach.
Jaejoong cried out behind the gag when fingers wrapped around his trapped erection.
“Sensitive.”
“It’s one reason why we are so excited for this one.”
“After seeing him, I can’t blame Hyunjoong for losing control.”
Yunho snorted and his fingers tightened on Jaejoong’s hip. “There is a difference between seeing him in the hallway and losing control, and actively searching him out. Hyunjoong searched him out.”
“Yes, but again, I can’t really blame him.”
Fingers traced over his lips and face.
“I’d want to know what those lips look around my dick too. But, yes, you’re right. He was wrong, and he should not have touched what is yours until it has become ours. He will be punished appropriately.”
The presence moved away and Jaejoong inhaled deeply.
“Your pet is beautiful,” the man said. “I cannot wait until his orientation.”
“He will be properly prepared,” Yunho said.
Become ours? Orientation?
The door shut, and the next moment, the gag was gone. The butt plug was gone, and hands gripped his shoulders and yanked him down. Jaejoong cried out at the suddenness. His mouth opened, and a dick was shoved into it. He relaxed when he recognized Changmin’s scent. And then gagged when Changmin moved him too fast on his cock.
“God, Yunho, he looks amazing already.”
“I know.”
Hands cupped his ass and spread him open. Jaejoong widened his stance and tightened his muscles in the position he was in. His body was shaking from the strain, but he still moaned when Yunho thrust into him. They fucked him roughly from both ends, and Jaejoong whimpered between them, tossed back and forth. He tried to come around the ropes and shivered and begged around Changmin’s cock.
“Such … god, a beautiful … fuck, pet,” Changmin moaned and slammed deeper in Jaejoong’s throat and Jaejoong gagged and then gagged again, his face pressed against the leather of Changmin’s jacket.
Changmin moaned, body curling over Jaejoong’s and he came with his dick completely in Jaejoong’s throat. The salty load was too much for him and he coughed and couldn’t swallow, yanking himself back. He fell to the bed, mouth open and dripping come, trying to breathe.
“Minnie-ah,” Yunho said in admonishment.
“Sorry, but god.” Changmin ran his hands in Jaejoong’s hair and down his back to the intricate knots binding his hands behind his back. “He’s beautiful.”
Yunho nodded.
Jaejoong managed to calm himself down while Yunho fucked him. His cock would have gone soft if it weren’t for the ropes. Instead, the pleasure just twisted from barely there to agonizing. Yunho pulled out and came all over his ass, and Jaejoong sighed and relaxed.
Very slowly, between the two of them, they removed all the ropes and all the bindings. They laid him on his back. Changmin massaged his sore arms and Yunho kissed him over and over, praising him with every breath.
Jaejoong flushed. He hadn’t been that great. Like the boss had said, he wasn’t exactly at his best right now.
Yunho cupped his erection and Jaejoong moaned, hips rising from the bed.
Changmin’s mouth closed around a sore nipple at the same time that Yunho’s mouth closed around the head of his dick. Jaejoong whimpered, hands stretched to his side, clenching the blanket because he hadn’t been told he could touch.
“We want you to come,” Changmin whispered against his skin.
Yunho sucked his dick deep, nose pressed against his stomach, and then on the next trip, he pulled the rope and the knots slipped free and pleasure filled the free spaces and he screamed, hips rising in quick thrusts until he came and Yunho swallowed his release.
Jaejoong fell back to the bed with a ragged moan, eyes shut, head swimming from everything that had happened.
Lips pressed against his body in random places and then two very warm bodies cuddled up to his, lips and tongues and mouths sucking at his neck.
“Our pretty pet,” Yunho whispered.
Feeling brave, Jaejoong asked, “What is orientation?”
They both froze, and then Changmin smacked his cheek sharply. “You did not have permission to ask a question.”
Jaejoong nodded, eyes still shut. “Forgive me, Masters.”
Yunho sighed, and said very carefully, “All pets go through an orientation which makes you a pet of the Spikes instead of just ours.”
“I figured that,” Jaejoong said and rolled his eyes. “What is it?”
“Your audacity right now is going to get you in trouble,” Changmin warned.
Jaejoong glared at him and just stopped himself from telling Changmin to fuck off.
Yunho touched Changmin’s arm, and said, “It’s okay right now, because I understand that you’re not exactly ready for this, but with orientation … well.”
“Everyone fucks you,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong froze. “Everyone?”
“Yep.”
“And how many is everyone?”
“Depends on the boss,” Yunho said. “He deems who is worthy and who isn’t. You’re beautiful, so I’m sure that the amount will be a lot less than for a regular pet.”
Jaejoong swallowed.
“I’m going to assume that there will be at least twenty five at your orientation.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes. Fucked by twenty five men? He took a deep breath. “Do I still have a choice?”
Yunho propped up on an elbow and glared at him. “You always have a choice, Pretty.”
Jaejoong nodded. “Just making sure.”
Yunho tilted his head and asked, “You make it sound like you want to be beaten.”
“No. I don’t.”
Yunho glared at him, and Changmin pondered him. “You are definitely not ready.”
Jaejoong shut his eyes and shrugged. “I’m not sure what I’m not ready for, but I’ve made my choice.”
“And that choice is what?” Yunho asked, a hard edge to his voice.
Jaejoong opened his eyes. The mirror above the bed reflected a scene that Jaejoong had a very hard time accepting. The two men in black clothes and the deep red linens formed a stark contrast to his pale skin.
He had to accept it. There wasn’t anything else for him. Unless he wanted to be beaten and hurt beyond what he was able to handle. They made that very clear. Sex he could handle. Rough sex he could handle.
Looking right at his reflection, he said, “I have no choice, and do whatever you want me to do, masters.”
“Good boy,” Changmin said and kissed his cheek.
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Jaejoong sat on the bathroom floor, hands on his thighs, waiting. He was so used to the toy now that stroking off was no longer a temptation. This was by far the longest he had ever waited for his masters, and he shut his eyes, concentrated on breathing, and thought of nothing as the time passed.
Yunho-master was teaching him how to meditate.
Changmin-master was teaching him yoga.
Bored but calm, Jaejoong stretched his arms and ran his upper body through his morning yoga routine. He’d already done it, when he’d first woken up at six, but there wasn’t much else to do to pass the time. He put his hands behind his back, twisted his wrists in the way Changmin had taught him. He held the reverse prayer position and leaned forward, controlling his breathing.
The dildo slipped out of him a few inches and Jaejoong rolled his hips back on it, moaned at the stretch and pleasure. He continued, bent over, hands behind his back, until his cock was dripping precome to the floor, and he was in a small danger of losing control of his orgasm. During a rather strong thrust, the door opened and Jaejoong moaned, lifting his head.
The man who entered was not familiar, and he froze, before relaxing when the man was followed by Changmin. Jaejoong sat up, moaning as the toy pressed into him completely. He kept his hands behind his back.
“Are you being naughty, Pretty Pet?” Changmin asked and ran his fingers on Jaejoong's cheek.
Jaejoong shook his head. “No, Changmin-master. I didn’t come.”
“Were you going to?”
“No. Just teasing.”
“Good boy,” Changmin said and attached the leash to Jaejoong’s collar. “This is Junsu.”
Jaejoong smiled. Junsu had just as many spikes on his jacket as Changmin did. His smile was almost adorable. And his hair was blue. Jaejoong decided that he liked him, and he pressed his face to Junsu’s crotch, rubbed lightly and said hello.
Fingers danced in his hair, and Junsu chuckled. “Hello.”
Changmin handed the leash to Junsu, and he tugged on it, and Jaejoong reluctantly lifted his hips and let the toy fall out of him. He moaned and then said, “Will you put something else inside, Changmin-master?”
Changmin laughed. “Soon, baby.”
Jaejoong followed Junsu’s lead down the hall, but they bypassed his room and went into another one. It was the first time Jaejoong had been somewhere besides his room and the bathroom. This room was set up the exact same as his was, but everything was blue instead of red.
Junsu’s hair made a lot more sense.
On the bed was a naked figure, wrapped up in intricate diamonds of blue ropes, all up his chest and his legs and down his arms. Hi arms were bound behind his back, and his ankles and wrists were attached to the bed frame in thin chains. His head was forced back, a knot forming a gag in his mouth. His studded collar was the only thing not blue, but the metal spikes were blue, and Jaejoong wondered if he could get one with red spikes, because that would look really cool. His blindfold was blue also. Both nipples were pierced and heavy weights hung from the barbells. There was a shiny metal bar sticking out of the tip of his erect cock.
Jaejoong’s eyes went wide. He’d never seen that before.
He looked up at Junsu.
“Isn’t he pretty?” Junsu asked.
“Very pretty, Junsu-shi,” Jaejoong replied. “What’s in his dick?”
Junsu leered. “It’s called a sound. Consider it a dildo for your penis.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Anything can hurt if used properly.”
Jaejoong knew that just a little too well.
“Go up on the bed with him,” Changmin said.
Jaejoong nodded and crawled up onto the blue blankets. The bound man shivered, and Jaejoong moved to him. Pondering the metal probe, he asked, “May I touch him, Changmin-master?”
“Ask Junsu. He is Junsu’s pet.”
“May I touch him, Junsu-shi.”
“Only his cock.”
The man whimpered behind his gag.
“Thank you, Junsu-shi,” Jaejoong said and put his hand around the other’s cock. He cried out and his hips tried to jerk forward. The chains tinkled. He had not been given permission to touch the metal sound, but Jaejoong found it, under the skin and ran his finger along it. The bound man whimpered.
“How does it stay in?”
Junsu laughed. “My pet is very good at controlling all of his body. He’s holding it in. I’m sure your masters will start fucking your dick with sounds soon, and you will learn to do this also.”
The door opened again, and Jaejoong turned his head, smiling at Yunho. Another man walked in behind him and went to Junsu’s side. Their arms went around each other’s waist, and the one man kissed Junsu’s cheek.
Jaejoong frowned. Changmin and Yunho were never affectionate with each other.
“This is Yoochun,” Junsu said. “My partner.”
Jaejoong bowed his head to the bed and said hello.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Yoochun whispered. Fingers trailed in Jaejoong’s hair, and he lifted his head just enough to rub up against Yoochun’s crotch in greeting.
“Thank you, Yoochun-shi.”
“Do you like my pet, Jaejoong?”
“Yes, Yoochun-shi. He is very handsome.”
Yoochun smiled and climbed onto the bed. “His name is Zuno.” He fingered the tag on his collar, and Jaejoong looked at it. He didn’t have a tag. He would probably be given one.
“He’s been like this for almost eight hours.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened, and Yoochun chuckled. “He is a very, very good pet. And because he’s such a good pet and you’re such a good pet, we are going to let you play with each other.”
“Really, Masters?” Jaejoong said and turned to look at Yunho and Changmin.
They both chuckled. “Yes, really,” Yunho said.
Yoochun slowly started the long process of releasing his pet from his bindings. Jaejoong watched in awe, because he usually never saw this part, either because he was blindfolded or too blown out of his mind with lust to focus on it.
The ropes left red indentations on his skin.
Another body climbed on the bed, and Junsu kneeled behind Jaejoong. He put his arms around Jaejoong’s upper body and his hands ran up and down his chest and stomach and teased his nipples.
“Zuno has been our pet for five years,” Junsu said. “Yunho and Changmin say that you didn’t want to be a pet.”
Jaejoong blushed and nodded.
“Most pets don’t want to be at first, so don’t be ashamed. But Zuno refused to be tamed for a very long time.”
Jaejoong watched their pet as Junsu talked. His skin was flushed, and his eyes shut despite no longer being blindfolded. Jaejoong had a suspicion that even after five years, Zuno was still shamed and embarrassed for being a pet.
“Do you know why he refused?”
Jaejoong had a whole list of reasons in his mind, but he shook his head.
“He refused because he’s my brother.”
Jaejoong’s eyes widened and he tilted his head back to look at Junsu in awe.
Junsu smiled and said, “Yep, my brother. He didn’t like that I was a Spike. He didn’t care that I kept our family safe because of that. He tried to send me to jail. Yoochun and I pleaded with our boss to bring him here. And he said, yes, but only as our pet.”
Yoochun had removed all the ropes except the ones forming diamonds on Zuno’s chest and stomach. His arms were behind his back, his head lowered.
Yoochun tugged on the sound, pumping it slowly in and out of Zuno’s dick. It was so long. Jaejoong shivered, thinking of something like that in his penis.
Zuno whimpered.
“When I pull this out of him, he is allowed to come. You are to swallow it , but do not touch him.”
Jaejoong grinned and bent over, not leaving Junsu’s body. Yoochun yanked the sound from the slit, Zuno screamed and Jaejoong closed his mouth around the red swollen head of his erection. He sucked only once and then had a mouth load of come, more than he’d ever swallowed at once. Zuno curled over him, supported by Yoochun. He whimpered and then sagged and Jaejoong let his dick fall out of his mouth.
“Your pet tastes really good, Junsu-shi,” Jaejoong said.
Junsu smiled and licked at a drop of come at the corner of Jaejoong’s mouth. “Yes, he does.”
Zuno’s chest heaved with deep breaths. “Thank you for allowing me to come, Masters.”
Yoochun pressed a kiss to his bottom lip and then lowered him to the bed. Junsu released Jaejoong, and it was Changmin who said, “Crawl over him, Pretty, and go suck on his cock some more.”
Jaejoong did as he was told. He did not touch Zuno with his arms or his legs. His hands stayed at his hips, and he leaned down and sucked Zuno’s cock into his mouth. His knees were on either side of Zuno’s head.
“Suck on him, Zunnie-pet.”
Jaejoong moaned at the first touch of lips on his hard dick. He shifted his knees again, giving Zuno better access, and his cock was sucked into the other’s throat.
“Neither of you have permission to come,” Yoochun said.
Jaejoong whimpered and cursed himself for teasing his body in the bathroom. Zuno was lucky and had just come. He was also really tired, and not doing much to Jaejoong’s cock, just licking at it while it rested in his mouth.
Jaejoong grinned and did the same thing. Zuno was smart. Their masters did not say how long they were going to be sucking on each other. Better to save strength.
Familiar hands tangled in his hair, not pulling, just scratching, and Jaejoong moaned and arched into the touches.
“Yoochun and Junsu want to be your masters too,” Changmin said, “but they don’t want to wait until your orientation.”
“They have been bugging us for weeks to let them play with you,” Yunho continued, “but we have been waiting until we are sure that you can please four masters and not just two. Do you think you can do it, Pretty Pet?”
Jaejoong lifted his mouth off Zuno’s cock for only long enough to say, “You’ve proven that I can fit two cocks in my mouth and two in my ass, Yunho-master.”
They all laughed and Jaejoong went back to sucking on Zuno.
Changmin’s long fingers slipped under Zuno’s balls and pressed into his loosened body. A moment later, two fingers that Jaejoong did not recognize easily pressed into him. Yunho took Zuno’s ankles in his hands and lifted his legs, bending them up. Jaejoong had to readjust, shift back a little, to keep sucking on his cock. Changmin shuffled closer until Zuno’s knees were hooked on his elbows. Yunho held his cock down and Changmin thrust into him easily.
And Jaejoong was then expecting the dick to press into him and he didn’t come right away.
Changmin moved slowly, unable to thrust deeply because of Jaejoong’s head. Whoever was fucking him on the other hand had no such problems and slammed into him roughly, hands squeezing and spreading his ass.
“His ass is pulsing like he’s about to come,” Yoochun said, breathy, and Jaejoong received his answer on who was fucking him.
“As long as you come before he does,” Changmin said, and Jaejoong took that as permission. He tightened his muscles and met Yoochun’s thrusts, rolling his hips down and burying his cock deeply into Zuno’s throat. The pet did not gag at all and Jaejoong hoped that one day he’d take a cock into his throat without having to think about it.
Yoochun cursed and sped up, slapping their bodies together. He added involuntary smacks to Jaejoong’s ass, leaving the skin pink and warm. His breath caught in his throat, and he whimpered, stilling for a moment and then thrusting out his release. Jaejoong mentally sighed in relief, but he had very little time to relax. Yoochun left his body and Junsu entered him. But now he didn’t have to hold back. He sucked Zuno earnestly, knowing the pet could handle it, and he thrust down and back, moaning as his orgasm whipped through him and shot into Zuno’s throat. He swallowed it easily and didn’t stop sucking.
Jaejoong’s vision blurred and he did his best to follow Zuno’s lead. Changmin and Yunho traded places in Zuno’s ass, and the others did the same to his. After his third orgasm he had problems holding himself up, and Zuno had yet to come.
Jaejoong ripped his mouth away from Zuno’s dick with a whimper and lowered his head.
“Pretty pet,” Yunho said in warning and gripped his hair.
Jaejoong whined and said he was sorry. He couldn’t help it.
Yunho pulled his head up and Changmin pulled Zuno down the bed. The two of them were dislodged and then Jaejoong’s head was on the bed, Yunho’s hand holding him down by the neck.
“Naughty pet,” Yunho said.
Jaejoong whimpered and apologized again and again. Junsu was still fucking him.
“We understand that you’re still learning,” Yunho said, “but you have to ask first.”
Jaejoong nodded.
Yunho let him go and said, “He is yours as much as he is ours now, so do what you will to him.”
Jaejoong moaned. That was never a good command.
Yoochun flung him to the side. Strong arms grabbed his hands and yanked them above his head. The thin chains that had bound Zuno to the bed were twisted through both eyelets on the cuffs and then tightened so Jaejoong’s arms were suspended. Junsu bent his knees to his shoulders and wrapped thick straps around his legs, connecting his ankles and his thighs. More chains went down his chest and Junsu wrapped them around his erection, pinching tightly. He threaded the ends through the eyelets at his ankles, and then Yoochun yanked on the chains and Jaejoong screamed, ass lifting from the bed, suspended with all of his weight only on his shoulders.
Tears dripped from the corners of his eyes.
Yoochun licked them up and said, “I love it when pets cry.”
“You’re so cruel,” Junsu said and laughed.
Yoochun squeezed his way in between Jaejoong’s arms. His knees were on the bed next to his head. He gripped Jaejoong’s chin, forcing his mouth open, pointed his dick at him and pissed.
Jaejoong hated being pissed on, but he knew better than to shut his mouth and get it all over the bed. He did his best to swallow, gagging because of his position and Yoochun’s. As soon as he was through, Yoochun’s dick was thrust into his mouth, and Junsu fucked his ass.
It’d been a very long time since Jaejoong had not enjoyed what was done to him. He was glad his dick was frozen in pleasure, because he would have softened immediately, and that was just another reason to be punished.
Jaejoong gave up long before they were done playing with him. His body sagged in its bindings and he cried until his face was red and his mouth ached from Yoochun’s cock and come dripped all over his face.
When Yoochun moved off him, he shut his eyes in relief and they left him there, the five of them leaving the room completely.
For the first time in a long time, Jaejoong wanted to go home. His tired and used body buckled under exhaustion, and he was delirious the next time someone was fucking him. He wasn’t sure who it was. He had no idea how long he’d been hanging there, but when they were through, they did not release him.
Resigned to his fate, Jaejoong did his best not to go completely insane.
When he was finally dropped to the bed, his body screamed and he did too. To his surprise, it wasn’t a master, but Zuno, who removed his bindings.
Jaejoong opened his mouth to say something, and then realized that Zuno was gagged with a strip of blue cloth. He immediately wrapped a red one around Jaejoong’s head, into his mouth, and tightened it past the point of comfort. Zuno dropped to the floor and crawled toward the door. He looked back and Jaejoong figured he had to follow. Body weak, he fell more than climbed to the floor, and he staggered on his hands and knees after Zuno. He led them to a large bathroom where their masters were lounging in a tub.
Jaejoong had learned not to glare even if he wanted to, and he lowered his head and bowed on the tile floor in submission.
Water dripped and wet footsteps came to him. The flat of hand landed sharply on his ass, and Jaejoong bit his lip against a cry. He deserved a spanking. More than that. Each spank stung a little less than the one before, and eventually, his skin went numb from the pain, and his face burned with shame.
Gentle fingers carded through his hair, and pulled his head off the floor.
Changmin stared at him, and then looked behind him and the spankings stopped. “You learn your lesson?”
Jaejoong nodded, even though he really wasn’t sure what the lesson was. He hadn’t been able to do more. It wasn’t his fault his body was weak.
Changmin pulled the gag from his mouth and asked, “What lesson did you learn?”
Jaejoong tilted his head, wondering what Changmin wanted to hear. After a few seconds, he settled on, “To ask first, Changmin-master.”
Changmin shook his head and said, “I don’t think you’ve learned that lesson just yet. How many times have we punished you for it?”
Jaejoong lowered his head and bit back a whimper. Voice shaking, he said, “I promise to be better, Changmin-master. With four masters, you can train me faster.”
Changmin smirked and then tugged on his hair. He stood up and used Jaejoong’s hair to lead him to the tub. He climbed in, sighing in relief at the heat on his muscles. Junsu pulled his arm, and Jaejoong went to him. Junsu kissed him and Jaejoong moaned and whispered his thanks even if he didn’t deserve a kiss.
Junsu smiled and with their lips together said, “Even if you don’t deserve one, you’re too pretty not to kiss. Now, lean over the edge of the tub and let me show you the joys of Yoochun’s shower massager.”
Part 4: Groundwork
Part 2: Conditioned Response
Part 1: Behind the Bit
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