Pleasures of the Mighty 15/?
Title: Pleasures of the Mighty 15/?
Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 15: The Pleasure
Yunho finished undressing with shaking hands. He was pushing Junsu too soon, he knew that, and he was pushing Jae in every way possible. But Junsu was right. He couldn’t have either of them without having the other. It wasn’t fair to them. It wasn’t fair if they both loved him to flaunt one relationship in the others’ face.
He lay on his bed, arms behind his head, and waited.
Each breath extended time.
Each sound made him twitch.
He watched the clock tick away the minutes.
After eleven minutes, the door swung open.
Junsu leaned on one side, Jae on the other. Both had arms crossed over their chests. Neither was smiling.
“Let me get this straight,” Jae said, voice bordering on cold. “You love us both.”
“Yes.”
“You want us both.”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t want just one of us.”
Yunho smiled. “Who is that fair to, Jaejoong? You, having to watch me with Junsu? Or Junsu, having to watch me with you? Every time I’d look at one of you, the other would suffer. How am I supposed to do that to the two men I love? So you either both get me, and we’re all happy; or neither does, and we all suffer.”
“That’s kind of fucked up.”
Yunho shrugged. “I’m sorry?”
“You know what we should do,” Jae said.
“Huh?” Junsu replied.
“Leave him there to suffer and go to the other room with each other.”
Junsu giggled behind his hand. “He deserves it.”
“He does.”
Jae cupped his hand at Junsu’s ear and whispered. Very slowly, Junsu’s face morphed into the smile Yunho had missed so much. It made his heart ache.
“Good idea,” Junsu said, and Jae smiled. He headed into Yunho’s closet. Junsu came to the bed. He kneeled at the foot, and then crawled over Yunho, hands and knees on either side of his body, but never touching.
“What’s the plan?” Yunho asked, breathless.
Junsu smiled. “A good one.”
“And what are you doing?”
“Distracting you.”
Junsu kissed him. Yunho moaned, eyes falling shut as Junsu’s tongue slipped into his mouth. He whimpered when Junsu’s fingertips trailed up his arms. He was completely compliant as Junsu took his hands and laced their fingers together, holding his hands firmly to the bed above his head. Yunho couldn’t help it; he moaned and arched up into Junsu’s body.
When they were younger, Yunho always topped, just because he didn’t know any better. He didn’t find out the joys of bottoming until later in life. And god, right now, he wanted Junsu to fuck him.
Fabric twisted around one of his wrists. He whimpered and tried to pull away from Junsu’s lips, but Junsu bit down, not letting him as his arms were tied. When Yunho was sufficiently and efficiently attached to his headboard by both wrists, Junsu sat back, ass resting right on Yunho’s hard cock. Yunho moaned and arched into him again, tugging on the silk ties binding him.
“You’re right,” Junsu said. “Those ties are ugly.”
“Only good for one thing,” Jae said. He leaned down and kissed Yunho briefly.
“We were going to blindfold you, too, but if you can’t watch us, then that’s not torture.” Junsu moved off him, and then kneeled, knees pressed against his side. Jae did the same the other side.
“We had a chat,” Jae said, “and we both decided that we would much rather share you than not have you at all. So you win this time, but trust me when I say that we are not going to make your life easy.”
Junsu nodded. “It’s going to be hard, making sure both of us are satisfied and not neglected. And we both have sexual needs Yunho. We really hope you’re up for it.”
Yunho rolled his eyes and lifted his hips. “Up. Yep. No problems there.”
They both laughed, though Junsu still looked a bit unsure.
“We also decided that we had to get used to each other, too,” Jae said, now looking at Junsu instead of Yunho. He licked his lips. “But we’re both a little hesitant. It’s different now. I mean, all of our masters made us kiss and fuck their other slaves, but here, in this room, we know we’re not slaves and there’s a huge difference between doing it because you have to and doing it because you want to.”
Junsu blushed and looked away.
“Junsu’s still battling that,” Jae said, and to Yunho’s surprise, ran his fingers over Junsu’s cheek until the other looked up, and smiled a bit. Jae put a hand on Yunho’s chest. The fingers on Junsu’s cheek tightened, and then Junsu leaned forward, met Jae in the middle and their lips pressed together.
Junsu was shaking, and then his hands reached for Jae’s shoulders, balancing himself, as the press of lips evolved into a proper kiss.
Yunho frowned as the kiss extended to minutes and Jae’s hand slipped around Junsu’s shoulder and down to his waist.
“I didn’t think this through,” Yunho said.
“Do you ever?” Jae muttered, and then both arms were around Junsu’s waist and Junsu’s arms were around Jae’s neck, hands tangling in that blond hair.
“Not fair,” Yunho said. He bent his knees, trying to get some leverage so he could rub his skin on their bodies.
Jae smiled and pulled away from Junsu. “He definitely deserves this.”
Junsu nodded. “Thinks he can play around with our hearts.”
“And expects us to share him?” Jae unhooked his arms from Junsu’s waist and leaned over Yunho. Lips close to Yunho’s, Jae whispered, “And now he’s complaining that this isn’t fair.”
Junsu was suddenly next to Jae. “So not fair.” His tongue flicked out over Jae’s lips. Jae moaned and turned into the kiss. Yunho could feel their breath on his lips. He stretched his neck, to join them, and they moved away.
Yunho whimpered. “Guys.”
“It was your idea,” Junsu said.
Their hands were on his body, rubbing up and down his stomach and sides. Junsu flicked his nipple with fingertips as they continued to kiss right in front of his lips.
“My idea was to share you, not have you guys tie me up and make out in front of me.”
“No,” Jae said. “If I recall correctly, you said you didn’t care what we did to you as long as we did it together. Well, we tied you up together, and we are now kissing each other together, and we are touching you together. And if you’re a good little bottom, we may even suck your cock together.”
Yunho shut his eyes with a groan.
“First we have to undress each other together,” Junsu said.
“Good idea.” Jae moved to the end of the bed, away from Yunho, and Junsu followed, taking his body heat with him. Yunho groaned, and when he tried to touch them with his feet, they laughed and moved further away.
“Your fault you have a king sized bed,” Jae said.
Yunho watched, eyes hazy with lust, as Jae peeled off Junsu’s tank top. Junsu was still shaking a bit, but Jae rubbed his hands up and down his arms and shoulders, calming him down until their lips pressed together again. They kissed, deep, obscene, more tongues than lips. Yunho whimpered, and as one, smirks turned their lips. Junsu took Jae’s shirt off, and then their arms wrapped around bare torsos. Hands slipped under waistbands of sweats.
Yunho’s hands itched to touch them, to cup Junsu’s ass in his hands again, to spread Jae open for his tongue again.
They pushed the sweatpants over their hips, and thighs, and then kicked them away. All without releasing each others’ mouths. Their bodies pressed together, and Junsu shivered, breaking away from the kiss with a gasp. He buried his face in Jae’s shoulder.
Concern filled Yunho, momentarily displacing the lust, as Jae whispered something at Junsu, and Junsu shivered.
“No,” Junsu whispered. “I’m okay.”
Jae pulled back, another soft hand on Junsu’s cheek. “We don’t have to do this. We can leave him tied up and come do it in the morning.”
Yunho whimpered.
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “How long do you think we could leave him tied up before we cave and come in here and take advantage of him?”
Jae laughed. “Good point. I think I could last an hour, tops.”
Junsu nodded. “Sounds about right.”
“Can I touch you?” Jae whispered it so quietly that Yunho almost missed it.
Junsu swallowed. “Yes.”
Jae trailed his fingertips down Junsu’s hip. Junsu’s breath hitched a bit as they continued across his stomach. He moaned when Jae took his half-hard cock in his hand and stroked him.
“Fuck,” Junsu said, deep and needy.
“Feel good?”
Junsu nodded.
“Then touch me. Together, remember?”
Junsu wrapped his fingers around Jae’s cock and stroked. They settled into a rhythm and then their lips met in a tender kiss.
Yunho moaned and tugged on the restraints again. His cock was so hard and already leaving a pool of liquid on his belly. He could do nothing but watch as Junsu pushed at Jae’s shoulders and lowered him to the other side of the bed. He sucked and kissed Jae’s neck and collar bone, while Jae ran his hands over Junsu’s sides and back.
With a little smirk, Junsu flicked his tongue over Jae’s nipple. Jae gasped out a laugh, and then smiled. He moaned when Junsu sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“As good as that feels, Su, we should be doing this together.”
Junsu stopped and propped up on his arms. “So you need access to my body.”
“Yep.”
“God, you guys,” Yunho said, tugging on the ties again. “Touch me together.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Hang on, Su.” He moved out from underneath Junsu and went back into the closet. He returned, trailing a red and orange tie between his fingers.
“I have no idea where he gets these ugly ties or who buys them, but I’m glad that they’re coming in handy.”
“Jae,” Yunho said, voice bordering on stern as Jae climbed over his lap.
Jae shook his head. “No, no. You be quiet.” He tied the tie around Yunho’s face and when Yunho opened his mouth to protest, Jae shoved the silk inside and tied it tightly.
“Better,” Jae said and laughed at Yunho’s scowl.
Junsu was giggling, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “Best idea yet,” he said.
Jae crawled over to him, the muscles of his lithe body standing out. “Where were we?”
“I was about to straddle you so we could kiss each other’s bodies.”
“Right.” Jae smiled and lay on his back next to Junsu.
Yunho whimpered when Junsu crawled over him. Both of their lips attached to nipples, hands gripped waists and god, Yunho could almost feel their hands on him. Their mouths moved down stomachs, biting and licking and pulling mewls and whimpers from both of them. From this angle, Yunho couldn’t really see Jaejoong’s face, currently blocked by Junsu’s legs, but he had a perfect view of Junsu and Junsu’s tongue running up and down the length of Jaejoong’s cock. Based on the shivers in Junsu’s shoulders, Jaejoong was doing the same to him.
Junsu moaned suddenly, and wrapped his lips around the tip of Jae’s cock, lifting it without hands away from Jae’s body, so he could properly suck on him. Jae moaned. He slid his hands up the back of Junsu’s thighs to grip the perfect mounds of ass. Junsu jerked down a bit, and in retaliation, Jae bucked his hips up, and just like that, they were fucking each others’ mouths, moans and groans echoing through the room.
Yunho had to shut his eyes. His skin was on fire, needing to be touched and licked and bit. He tugged on the restraints again, and tried to force the gag out of his mouth. All to no avail. Jae was way too good at tying knots.
“Fuck, Jae,” Junsu moaned.
Yunho’s eyes snapped open. Junsu had pulled away from Jae’s cock, but still stroked it. Jae had a finger sliding in and out of Junsu’s ass, mouth still around Junsu’s cock.
“Fuck,” Junsu said again, and then forced Jae’s cock back in his mouth. He sucked twice as fast, moaning as Jae added another finger. Once again, Junsu ripped his mouth away from Jae’s cock and his back arched and he almost screamed as his body shook. He fell forward, barely catching himself on his hands and gasped, lips hovering above Jae’s cock. Jae pushed his hips a bit and Junsu fell to the side. Jae kissed up his body, pausing to lick on Junsu’s nipples. His tongue slid up Junsu’s collar bone, leaving a wet trail on shimmering, sweaty skin.
Yunho wanted to taste him so badly.
“You okay?” Jae asked just before their lips pressed together in a short kiss.
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. Just … let me catch my breath. You’re good at that.”
“I’m going to go torture Yunho,”
“Ooh. Good idea.”
They both turned feral grins at him, and Yunho’s eyes shut with a whimper. The first touch of their hands on his knees made his skin twitch. The first touch of lips on his hip bones pulled a moan from his throat. Their teeth and lips and tongues traveled up and over his sensitive skin, and Yunho was so dizzy, trying to keep them straight. Was that Junsu’s mouth on his nipple, or was his mouth sucking a dark mark on his stomach, only centimeters from his cock? Fuck and who’s mouth was suddenly sucking in his balls? And who was moaning?
Oh, that was him. Right.
His pleas were muffled behind the gag in his mouth.
When a tongue licked up the length of his cock and another swirled around the head, slurping up the precome, his hips rose off the bed and he screamed.
“You need to open your eyes,” Jae said as a hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
Yunho did, but still could see very little through his blurry vision, and everything was swimming. Blond hair and red hair twisted together. When a tongue twirled around the head of his cock, just enough pressure, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. They shut and he cried out and bucked his hips. Hands held him down and tongues licked over his cock, taking a few inches into a depth of warmth before pulling back and another replaced it.
A slick finger slid down his inner thigh, teasing the curves of his ass. He moaned and bent his knees, giving the finger access that it didn’t take. He tried to say please over and over, but with the gag it just came out as whimpers. Another finger joined the first, on the other side, and little by little, they traced down his skin.
A fingernail scraped over his begging hole. One mouth moved off his cock, and the other slipped over the soft head and then down, further, slowly, and further, until lips pressed against his body. The throat tightened around him and he cried out again, the cry turning to a scream as a finger pressed into his body. A tongue soon joined it and licked at him, around him.
He cursed and thrashed as pleasure exploded through his needy body. Anticipation danced on his skin, sweat dripped down his arms and sides.
Another finger joined the first, stretching him open, pulling him closer to orgasm. He tried to gasp out a warning to whoever was sucking on his cock, but the fingers in his ass curled and the throat around his cock tightened and he came with a shout, moaning as the mouth sucked harder, pulling his orgasm from him.
“Hmm,” Jae said, “really now, Yunho, coming so soon. I really doubt you can handle fucking both of us if you can’t even keep yourself from coming.”
“I guess we’ll have to fuck him then,” Junsu said.
Jae laughed.
Yunho was gasping, trying to wrap his lust-clouded mind around what they were saying. Something about fucking, and god, he wanted to be fucked. More fingers pressed inside him, wrenching moans and mewls from his throat as they pulled at his muscles and thrust deeply inside him. He tried to open his eyes, but everything was black and gray and the ceiling spun in varying degrees of light and dark. His hands were numb, his skin was tingling as fingers trailed up his abs and over his nipples.
A tongue licked his upper lip. He pried his eyes open, trying to focus on the brown eyes and blond hair above him.
“He’s gone, Su.”
Junsu giggled. “Then he’ll be easy to manipulate.”
Jaejoong smiled. He kissed Yunho cheek. “Too much for you, Mr. Future Governor?”
Yunho’s eyes rolled back as the number of fingers in his ass suddenly increased, the stretch more than he’d had to bear before. He whimpered and shook his head, begging for more behind the gag.
Feeling rushed back into his hands as the bindings were released. Hands grabbed his shoulders.
“Sit up,” Jae demanded.
He tried to put his arms around Jae’s body, but Jae moved away. “No. Sit up.”
It was a struggle, as pleasure kept zinging through him, but he managed. The fingers slipped out of his body and he shuddered.
Jae settled in behind him, hands on his hips. “Kneel.”
Again, Yunho struggled, almost falling sideways, but being held up by Jae’s grip on his hips and Junsu’s grip on his shoulders. When he tried to put his arms around Junsu, Jae latched onto one wrist.
“No. You don’t deserve to touch us.”
He took Yunho’s other wrist and pulled them back. Junsu moved again, but Yunho didn’t know where. That is until his arms were twisted further. His shoulders were stretched as his arms were forced around Jaejoong’s body behind him and then his wrists were lashed together. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, but as he leaned back and his ass settled on Jaejoong’s crotch, he didn’t really give a damn.
Jae pushed his hips back up and he whimpered, begging. Jae kissed his neck and shoulders.
“Wanna be fucked now, Yunho?”
Yunho moaned, trying to touch his ass to Jae’s cock.
Jae chuckled. “Alright, alright.”
The head of his cock slipped over and around Yunho’s loosened hole. He cried out and pressed back, screaming as he sank all the way onto Jae’s cock. Junsu sucked on his nipples, hand stroking his cock, and Yunho tried to get used to the feel of Jae inside him.
“You’re going to have to lean back some, Jae,” Junsu said.
“I know. Give me some pillows.”
Junsu moved around the bed, gathering all the stray pillows behind Jaejoong. He leaned back, jerking his hips at the same time, slamming into Yunho’s body. Yunho cried out, trying to ride Jaejoong for more.
“Not yet, baby,” Jae whispered and continued biting his back and shoulders. “Can you stretch your legs for us? Lean back on me.”
Yunho did, his hands getting smashed between Jae’s body and the pillows. Junsu helped straighten his legs. He had absolutely no control in this new position, and he rocked his hips, trying to get Jaejoong to move.
“Bend your knees,” Jae said.
Yunho whimpered, failing once before getting his feet planted. He rose and fell on Jae’s cock, whimpering at the scrape in and out of him.
Junsu smacked his inner thigh. Hard, and Yunho cried out. “We did not say you could do that. Hold still.”
“Don’t abuse him too much,” Jae said with another bite to his neck. “He’ll like it too much.
Junsu laughed. Two fingers pressed into Yunho’s hole next to Jae’s cock.
Yunho groaned. He fought the impulse to thrust up, thighs and arms shaking from the strain.
Junsu’s mouth closed around his cock, and Yunho’s little control shattered. He thrust up hard, whimpering when he felt Junsu’s gag reflex kick in. Junsu pinched his thigh sharply. Yunho mewled and settled his hips back down.
“You’re being naughty,” Jae crooned in his ear. “Don’t you want Junsu to fuck you, too?”
Yunho swallowed, eyes squeezed shut.
“Isn’t that what you want? Us both to fuck you. Together.”
Yunho nodded, and begged into the gag again. It was wet and heavy with his own spit, some dripping over the edge of his lips when he stopped breathing for moments.
Junsu took Yunho’s knees in a tight grip, lifting his legs, bending him in half. He settled Yunho’s legs on his shoulders and then leaned forward.
“Jae, can you … scoot forward a bit.”
Jae slid down a few inches, pulling a cry from Yunho when he thrust up with his hips. “Better?”
“Yep.”
The head of Junsu’s cock pressed against his hole, above Jaejoong’s. Jae held Yunho’s hips firmly. And then Junsu pressed forward.
Yunho screamed at the stretch, slow and agonizing as both cocks fought for space inside him. Jae’s breath was harsh against his shoulder, teeth scraping on skin. Junsu moved deeper.
Yunho bit the gag, glad it was there or he’d bit through his lip. He swore muffled curses from behind the gag. Junsu pulled out a bit, pushed back in, slowly, so fucking slowly, and Yunho wanted more, tried to ask for more. His muscles shivered as he tried to move his hips, begging with his body, and whimpers and moans.
“Fuck him, Su,” Jae said, voice rough. “I’m going to come soon, and god, just fuck him. Who the fuck cares if you hurt him? He’ll love it.”
Yunho whimpered his agreement.
Junsu smiled. “You want me to fuck you hard, Yunnie?”
Yunho nodded, whispering please over and over again behind the gag.
Junsu thrust forward, burying himself into Yunho’s body. Yunho screamed, a constant noise from the back of his throat as Junsu moved in and out of him quickly. His arms went over Yunho’s shoulders and landed on Jaejoong’s, gripping hard for leverage. Jae moaned and leaned forward, begging for a kiss, and Junsu gave it to him, their lips once again dancing so close to Yunho’s mouth. Their tongues curled together, teeth biting on lips.
The grip on his hips tightened as Jaejoong’s body spasmed, jerked, and warm come filled Yunho’s hole. Jae broke away from Junsu’s lips with a moan and laid his forehead against Yunho’s neck, shuddering as Junsu kept fucking Yunho.
Jae pushed Yunho forward. “Hang on, Su.”
Junsu stopped with difficulty, cock still buried as Jae moved, slipping out of Yunho’s body.
“Get on your knees, Yunnie,” Jae said.
It was hard, so hard, and his shoulders were screaming as he moved to obey the command. Jae moved with him, supporting him until he was on his knees again, and then he slipped under his arms, leaving Yunho’s arms bound behind his back.
“Trade me places, Su,” Jae said, “so you can keep fucking him.”
Yunho whimpered.
Junsu made sure Yunho was steady and then moved behind him. Jae moved to the front. Junsu immediately thrust back into Yunho’s body, and Yunho fell forward, into Jae’s arms. Jae chuckled and steadied him.
“Do you like Junsu fucking you?”
Yunho nodded.
“And do you want to suck on my cock while Junsu fucks you?”
Yunho’s eyes went wide and he begged for it through the gag.
Jae laughed and reached behind his head to undo the gag. It slipped off and Yunho moaned and whimpered. Jae traced his finger around Yunho’s open lips. Yunho closed his teeth around it and sucked it into his mouth. Jae shuddered and removed the finger.
“Please, Jae,” Yunho gasped, voice raspy from his screams.
Jae smiled. He took Yunho’s face in his hands. Yunho opened his mouth and swallowed Jae’s cock, moaning in approval at the taste of come. Jae adjusted, settling deep in Yunho’s throat, and then tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair. Yunho twirled his tongue around Jae’s cock as much as he could.
“Ready, Su?”
“Yeah.”
They fucked him, hard and fast, their thrusts putting them both in his body at once. Sweat gathered on their skin and dripped over muscles. Yunho was shaking, his whole body tense, trying to keep himself up with his arms behind his back. A hand slipped around his hips and grabbed his hard cock, stroking in time with the thrusts into his body. Pleasure twisted through him, mixing with pain as Jae pulled on his hair, fucking his throat so deep that his body pushed against Yunho’s face.
Junsu came first, pressed completely against Yunho’s body, and the hand around Yunho’s cock tightened as Junsu cried out, and filled Yunho even more. Junsu gave up kneeling, body shaking and fell to the side, slipping from Yunho. Yunho whimpered around Jae’s cock, as his hips had nothing holding them up, and keeping upright was twice as hard.
“Oh, poor Yunnie. No one’s fucking your hole now,” Jae said and rubbed his hand over Yunho’s cheek. “Do you want me to?”
Yunho nodded, eyes locked with Jaejoong’s.
Jae smiled. “Okay.”
Yunho gasped when Jae’s cock left his mouth. Jae steadied his shoulders as he lowered his face to the bed.
“Keep your ass in the air, baby.”
Yunho swallowed, and then voice raspy, he whispered, “Yes, master.”
Jae laughed and slapped his ass. Yunho whimpered, asking for one more. Jae spanked him again, and then gripped his cheeks and spread him apart. He thrust into Yunho all at once. Yunho cried out, burying his face into the bed. Junsu’s hands settled on his back, slipping through the sweat, and then his nails scratched down, across his shoulders and Yunho cried out again.
“He really likes a bit of pain,” Junsu said and shook his head.
Jae yanked on his bound wrists, pulling a whine from Yunho as his shoulders were stretched too far. “Yes, he does.”
Junsu reached around Yunho’s hip and grabbed his cock, tugging on it roughly. He bit down and sucked on Yunho’s back, leaving purple hickys in his wake.
Yunho was dying, a shuddering sweating mess, only able to gasp and squeeze his eyes shut as they brought his orgasm closer and closer. Jae’s breathing changed, his knees spread and he fucked Yunho harder, at a different angle. Yunho’s vision went gray, and colored dots danced just behind his closed eyelids.
The hand on his cock twisted, fingers curling along the tip, and everything was suddenly frozen, and he screamed into the bed as his orgasm rushed through him, covering the blankets beneath him in come. He went limp, only Jae’s hands on his hips keeping him up as he whined with each thrust into his body. Jae was shuddering. After the satisfying feeling of being filled with warm come again, Yunho collapsed, a happy sigh on his lips before everything went black.
Part 16: The Persuasion
Part 14: The Pretties
Part 13: The Persuit
Part 12: The Penance
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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Rating: Mostly R, but some later chapters will be NC-17
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junsu and implied Yoochun/Changmin
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd make them my slaves.
Summary: On ShinKi, slaves give you prestige, honor and a convenient hole to fuck. But Jung Yunho has never owned a slave. Heir to the Jung Empire, he has refused to follow standard practices and refused his father's wishes to follow the family tradition of political leadership.
But then his best friend Yoochun drags him to the slave traders, and Yunho sees the most beautiful man. When Yoochun shows an interest in buying him, Yunho is determined to keep the beauty out of his sadistic friend's bedroom.
It's a simple purchase, but soon, as he learns more and more about Jaejoong and his world Doushite, Yunho finds himself looking for answers buried deep in the anti-political underworld.
Poster Credit goes to my darling tarta trshakespeare I ♥♥♥ You!
Part 15: The Pleasure
Yunho finished undressing with shaking hands. He was pushing Junsu too soon, he knew that, and he was pushing Jae in every way possible. But Junsu was right. He couldn’t have either of them without having the other. It wasn’t fair to them. It wasn’t fair if they both loved him to flaunt one relationship in the others’ face.
He lay on his bed, arms behind his head, and waited.
Each breath extended time.
Each sound made him twitch.
He watched the clock tick away the minutes.
After eleven minutes, the door swung open.
Junsu leaned on one side, Jae on the other. Both had arms crossed over their chests. Neither was smiling.
“Let me get this straight,” Jae said, voice bordering on cold. “You love us both.”
“Yes.”
“You want us both.”
“Yes.”
“But you don’t want just one of us.”
Yunho smiled. “Who is that fair to, Jaejoong? You, having to watch me with Junsu? Or Junsu, having to watch me with you? Every time I’d look at one of you, the other would suffer. How am I supposed to do that to the two men I love? So you either both get me, and we’re all happy; or neither does, and we all suffer.”
“That’s kind of fucked up.”
Yunho shrugged. “I’m sorry?”
“You know what we should do,” Jae said.
“Huh?” Junsu replied.
“Leave him there to suffer and go to the other room with each other.”
Junsu giggled behind his hand. “He deserves it.”
“He does.”
Jae cupped his hand at Junsu’s ear and whispered. Very slowly, Junsu’s face morphed into the smile Yunho had missed so much. It made his heart ache.
“Good idea,” Junsu said, and Jae smiled. He headed into Yunho’s closet. Junsu came to the bed. He kneeled at the foot, and then crawled over Yunho, hands and knees on either side of his body, but never touching.
“What’s the plan?” Yunho asked, breathless.
Junsu smiled. “A good one.”
“And what are you doing?”
“Distracting you.”
Junsu kissed him. Yunho moaned, eyes falling shut as Junsu’s tongue slipped into his mouth. He whimpered when Junsu’s fingertips trailed up his arms. He was completely compliant as Junsu took his hands and laced their fingers together, holding his hands firmly to the bed above his head. Yunho couldn’t help it; he moaned and arched up into Junsu’s body.
When they were younger, Yunho always topped, just because he didn’t know any better. He didn’t find out the joys of bottoming until later in life. And god, right now, he wanted Junsu to fuck him.
Fabric twisted around one of his wrists. He whimpered and tried to pull away from Junsu’s lips, but Junsu bit down, not letting him as his arms were tied. When Yunho was sufficiently and efficiently attached to his headboard by both wrists, Junsu sat back, ass resting right on Yunho’s hard cock. Yunho moaned and arched into him again, tugging on the silk ties binding him.
“You’re right,” Junsu said. “Those ties are ugly.”
“Only good for one thing,” Jae said. He leaned down and kissed Yunho briefly.
“We were going to blindfold you, too, but if you can’t watch us, then that’s not torture.” Junsu moved off him, and then kneeled, knees pressed against his side. Jae did the same the other side.
“We had a chat,” Jae said, “and we both decided that we would much rather share you than not have you at all. So you win this time, but trust me when I say that we are not going to make your life easy.”
Junsu nodded. “It’s going to be hard, making sure both of us are satisfied and not neglected. And we both have sexual needs Yunho. We really hope you’re up for it.”
Yunho rolled his eyes and lifted his hips. “Up. Yep. No problems there.”
They both laughed, though Junsu still looked a bit unsure.
“We also decided that we had to get used to each other, too,” Jae said, now looking at Junsu instead of Yunho. He licked his lips. “But we’re both a little hesitant. It’s different now. I mean, all of our masters made us kiss and fuck their other slaves, but here, in this room, we know we’re not slaves and there’s a huge difference between doing it because you have to and doing it because you want to.”
Junsu blushed and looked away.
“Junsu’s still battling that,” Jae said, and to Yunho’s surprise, ran his fingers over Junsu’s cheek until the other looked up, and smiled a bit. Jae put a hand on Yunho’s chest. The fingers on Junsu’s cheek tightened, and then Junsu leaned forward, met Jae in the middle and their lips pressed together.
Junsu was shaking, and then his hands reached for Jae’s shoulders, balancing himself, as the press of lips evolved into a proper kiss.
Yunho frowned as the kiss extended to minutes and Jae’s hand slipped around Junsu’s shoulder and down to his waist.
“I didn’t think this through,” Yunho said.
“Do you ever?” Jae muttered, and then both arms were around Junsu’s waist and Junsu’s arms were around Jae’s neck, hands tangling in that blond hair.
“Not fair,” Yunho said. He bent his knees, trying to get some leverage so he could rub his skin on their bodies.
Jae smiled and pulled away from Junsu. “He definitely deserves this.”
Junsu nodded. “Thinks he can play around with our hearts.”
“And expects us to share him?” Jae unhooked his arms from Junsu’s waist and leaned over Yunho. Lips close to Yunho’s, Jae whispered, “And now he’s complaining that this isn’t fair.”
Junsu was suddenly next to Jae. “So not fair.” His tongue flicked out over Jae’s lips. Jae moaned and turned into the kiss. Yunho could feel their breath on his lips. He stretched his neck, to join them, and they moved away.
Yunho whimpered. “Guys.”
“It was your idea,” Junsu said.
Their hands were on his body, rubbing up and down his stomach and sides. Junsu flicked his nipple with fingertips as they continued to kiss right in front of his lips.
“My idea was to share you, not have you guys tie me up and make out in front of me.”
“No,” Jae said. “If I recall correctly, you said you didn’t care what we did to you as long as we did it together. Well, we tied you up together, and we are now kissing each other together, and we are touching you together. And if you’re a good little bottom, we may even suck your cock together.”
Yunho shut his eyes with a groan.
“First we have to undress each other together,” Junsu said.
“Good idea.” Jae moved to the end of the bed, away from Yunho, and Junsu followed, taking his body heat with him. Yunho groaned, and when he tried to touch them with his feet, they laughed and moved further away.
“Your fault you have a king sized bed,” Jae said.
Yunho watched, eyes hazy with lust, as Jae peeled off Junsu’s tank top. Junsu was still shaking a bit, but Jae rubbed his hands up and down his arms and shoulders, calming him down until their lips pressed together again. They kissed, deep, obscene, more tongues than lips. Yunho whimpered, and as one, smirks turned their lips. Junsu took Jae’s shirt off, and then their arms wrapped around bare torsos. Hands slipped under waistbands of sweats.
Yunho’s hands itched to touch them, to cup Junsu’s ass in his hands again, to spread Jae open for his tongue again.
They pushed the sweatpants over their hips, and thighs, and then kicked them away. All without releasing each others’ mouths. Their bodies pressed together, and Junsu shivered, breaking away from the kiss with a gasp. He buried his face in Jae’s shoulder.
Concern filled Yunho, momentarily displacing the lust, as Jae whispered something at Junsu, and Junsu shivered.
“No,” Junsu whispered. “I’m okay.”
Jae pulled back, another soft hand on Junsu’s cheek. “We don’t have to do this. We can leave him tied up and come do it in the morning.”
Yunho whimpered.
Junsu smiled at Yunho. “How long do you think we could leave him tied up before we cave and come in here and take advantage of him?”
Jae laughed. “Good point. I think I could last an hour, tops.”
Junsu nodded. “Sounds about right.”
“Can I touch you?” Jae whispered it so quietly that Yunho almost missed it.
Junsu swallowed. “Yes.”
Jae trailed his fingertips down Junsu’s hip. Junsu’s breath hitched a bit as they continued across his stomach. He moaned when Jae took his half-hard cock in his hand and stroked him.
“Fuck,” Junsu said, deep and needy.
“Feel good?”
Junsu nodded.
“Then touch me. Together, remember?”
Junsu wrapped his fingers around Jae’s cock and stroked. They settled into a rhythm and then their lips met in a tender kiss.
Yunho moaned and tugged on the restraints again. His cock was so hard and already leaving a pool of liquid on his belly. He could do nothing but watch as Junsu pushed at Jae’s shoulders and lowered him to the other side of the bed. He sucked and kissed Jae’s neck and collar bone, while Jae ran his hands over Junsu’s sides and back.
With a little smirk, Junsu flicked his tongue over Jae’s nipple. Jae gasped out a laugh, and then smiled. He moaned when Junsu sucked the nipple into his mouth.
“As good as that feels, Su, we should be doing this together.”
Junsu stopped and propped up on his arms. “So you need access to my body.”
“Yep.”
“God, you guys,” Yunho said, tugging on the ties again. “Touch me together.”
Jae rolled his eyes. “Hang on, Su.” He moved out from underneath Junsu and went back into the closet. He returned, trailing a red and orange tie between his fingers.
“I have no idea where he gets these ugly ties or who buys them, but I’m glad that they’re coming in handy.”
“Jae,” Yunho said, voice bordering on stern as Jae climbed over his lap.
Jae shook his head. “No, no. You be quiet.” He tied the tie around Yunho’s face and when Yunho opened his mouth to protest, Jae shoved the silk inside and tied it tightly.
“Better,” Jae said and laughed at Yunho’s scowl.
Junsu was giggling, sitting cross-legged on the bed. “Best idea yet,” he said.
Jae crawled over to him, the muscles of his lithe body standing out. “Where were we?”
“I was about to straddle you so we could kiss each other’s bodies.”
“Right.” Jae smiled and lay on his back next to Junsu.
Yunho whimpered when Junsu crawled over him. Both of their lips attached to nipples, hands gripped waists and god, Yunho could almost feel their hands on him. Their mouths moved down stomachs, biting and licking and pulling mewls and whimpers from both of them. From this angle, Yunho couldn’t really see Jaejoong’s face, currently blocked by Junsu’s legs, but he had a perfect view of Junsu and Junsu’s tongue running up and down the length of Jaejoong’s cock. Based on the shivers in Junsu’s shoulders, Jaejoong was doing the same to him.
Junsu moaned suddenly, and wrapped his lips around the tip of Jae’s cock, lifting it without hands away from Jae’s body, so he could properly suck on him. Jae moaned. He slid his hands up the back of Junsu’s thighs to grip the perfect mounds of ass. Junsu jerked down a bit, and in retaliation, Jae bucked his hips up, and just like that, they were fucking each others’ mouths, moans and groans echoing through the room.
Yunho had to shut his eyes. His skin was on fire, needing to be touched and licked and bit. He tugged on the restraints again, and tried to force the gag out of his mouth. All to no avail. Jae was way too good at tying knots.
“Fuck, Jae,” Junsu moaned.
Yunho’s eyes snapped open. Junsu had pulled away from Jae’s cock, but still stroked it. Jae had a finger sliding in and out of Junsu’s ass, mouth still around Junsu’s cock.
“Fuck,” Junsu said again, and then forced Jae’s cock back in his mouth. He sucked twice as fast, moaning as Jae added another finger. Once again, Junsu ripped his mouth away from Jae’s cock and his back arched and he almost screamed as his body shook. He fell forward, barely catching himself on his hands and gasped, lips hovering above Jae’s cock. Jae pushed his hips a bit and Junsu fell to the side. Jae kissed up his body, pausing to lick on Junsu’s nipples. His tongue slid up Junsu’s collar bone, leaving a wet trail on shimmering, sweaty skin.
Yunho wanted to taste him so badly.
“You okay?” Jae asked just before their lips pressed together in a short kiss.
Junsu nodded. “Yeah. Just … let me catch my breath. You’re good at that.”
“I’m going to go torture Yunho,”
“Ooh. Good idea.”
They both turned feral grins at him, and Yunho’s eyes shut with a whimper. The first touch of their hands on his knees made his skin twitch. The first touch of lips on his hip bones pulled a moan from his throat. Their teeth and lips and tongues traveled up and over his sensitive skin, and Yunho was so dizzy, trying to keep them straight. Was that Junsu’s mouth on his nipple, or was his mouth sucking a dark mark on his stomach, only centimeters from his cock? Fuck and who’s mouth was suddenly sucking in his balls? And who was moaning?
Oh, that was him. Right.
His pleas were muffled behind the gag in his mouth.
When a tongue licked up the length of his cock and another swirled around the head, slurping up the precome, his hips rose off the bed and he screamed.
“You need to open your eyes,” Jae said as a hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
Yunho did, but still could see very little through his blurry vision, and everything was swimming. Blond hair and red hair twisted together. When a tongue twirled around the head of his cock, just enough pressure, he couldn’t keep his eyes open. They shut and he cried out and bucked his hips. Hands held him down and tongues licked over his cock, taking a few inches into a depth of warmth before pulling back and another replaced it.
A slick finger slid down his inner thigh, teasing the curves of his ass. He moaned and bent his knees, giving the finger access that it didn’t take. He tried to say please over and over, but with the gag it just came out as whimpers. Another finger joined the first, on the other side, and little by little, they traced down his skin.
A fingernail scraped over his begging hole. One mouth moved off his cock, and the other slipped over the soft head and then down, further, slowly, and further, until lips pressed against his body. The throat tightened around him and he cried out again, the cry turning to a scream as a finger pressed into his body. A tongue soon joined it and licked at him, around him.
He cursed and thrashed as pleasure exploded through his needy body. Anticipation danced on his skin, sweat dripped down his arms and sides.
Another finger joined the first, stretching him open, pulling him closer to orgasm. He tried to gasp out a warning to whoever was sucking on his cock, but the fingers in his ass curled and the throat around his cock tightened and he came with a shout, moaning as the mouth sucked harder, pulling his orgasm from him.
“Hmm,” Jae said, “really now, Yunho, coming so soon. I really doubt you can handle fucking both of us if you can’t even keep yourself from coming.”
“I guess we’ll have to fuck him then,” Junsu said.
Jae laughed.
Yunho was gasping, trying to wrap his lust-clouded mind around what they were saying. Something about fucking, and god, he wanted to be fucked. More fingers pressed inside him, wrenching moans and mewls from his throat as they pulled at his muscles and thrust deeply inside him. He tried to open his eyes, but everything was black and gray and the ceiling spun in varying degrees of light and dark. His hands were numb, his skin was tingling as fingers trailed up his abs and over his nipples.
A tongue licked his upper lip. He pried his eyes open, trying to focus on the brown eyes and blond hair above him.
“He’s gone, Su.”
Junsu giggled. “Then he’ll be easy to manipulate.”
Jaejoong smiled. He kissed Yunho cheek. “Too much for you, Mr. Future Governor?”
Yunho’s eyes rolled back as the number of fingers in his ass suddenly increased, the stretch more than he’d had to bear before. He whimpered and shook his head, begging for more behind the gag.
Feeling rushed back into his hands as the bindings were released. Hands grabbed his shoulders.
“Sit up,” Jae demanded.
He tried to put his arms around Jae’s body, but Jae moved away. “No. Sit up.”
It was a struggle, as pleasure kept zinging through him, but he managed. The fingers slipped out of his body and he shuddered.
Jae settled in behind him, hands on his hips. “Kneel.”
Again, Yunho struggled, almost falling sideways, but being held up by Jae’s grip on his hips and Junsu’s grip on his shoulders. When he tried to put his arms around Junsu, Jae latched onto one wrist.
“No. You don’t deserve to touch us.”
He took Yunho’s other wrist and pulled them back. Junsu moved again, but Yunho didn’t know where. That is until his arms were twisted further. His shoulders were stretched as his arms were forced around Jaejoong’s body behind him and then his wrists were lashed together. He couldn’t move if he wanted to, but as he leaned back and his ass settled on Jaejoong’s crotch, he didn’t really give a damn.
Jae pushed his hips back up and he whimpered, begging. Jae kissed his neck and shoulders.
“Wanna be fucked now, Yunho?”
Yunho moaned, trying to touch his ass to Jae’s cock.
Jae chuckled. “Alright, alright.”
The head of his cock slipped over and around Yunho’s loosened hole. He cried out and pressed back, screaming as he sank all the way onto Jae’s cock. Junsu sucked on his nipples, hand stroking his cock, and Yunho tried to get used to the feel of Jae inside him.
“You’re going to have to lean back some, Jae,” Junsu said.
“I know. Give me some pillows.”
Junsu moved around the bed, gathering all the stray pillows behind Jaejoong. He leaned back, jerking his hips at the same time, slamming into Yunho’s body. Yunho cried out, trying to ride Jaejoong for more.
“Not yet, baby,” Jae whispered and continued biting his back and shoulders. “Can you stretch your legs for us? Lean back on me.”
Yunho did, his hands getting smashed between Jae’s body and the pillows. Junsu helped straighten his legs. He had absolutely no control in this new position, and he rocked his hips, trying to get Jaejoong to move.
“Bend your knees,” Jae said.
Yunho whimpered, failing once before getting his feet planted. He rose and fell on Jae’s cock, whimpering at the scrape in and out of him.
Junsu smacked his inner thigh. Hard, and Yunho cried out. “We did not say you could do that. Hold still.”
“Don’t abuse him too much,” Jae said with another bite to his neck. “He’ll like it too much.
Junsu laughed. Two fingers pressed into Yunho’s hole next to Jae’s cock.
Yunho groaned. He fought the impulse to thrust up, thighs and arms shaking from the strain.
Junsu’s mouth closed around his cock, and Yunho’s little control shattered. He thrust up hard, whimpering when he felt Junsu’s gag reflex kick in. Junsu pinched his thigh sharply. Yunho mewled and settled his hips back down.
“You’re being naughty,” Jae crooned in his ear. “Don’t you want Junsu to fuck you, too?”
Yunho swallowed, eyes squeezed shut.
“Isn’t that what you want? Us both to fuck you. Together.”
Yunho nodded, and begged into the gag again. It was wet and heavy with his own spit, some dripping over the edge of his lips when he stopped breathing for moments.
Junsu took Yunho’s knees in a tight grip, lifting his legs, bending him in half. He settled Yunho’s legs on his shoulders and then leaned forward.
“Jae, can you … scoot forward a bit.”
Jae slid down a few inches, pulling a cry from Yunho when he thrust up with his hips. “Better?”
“Yep.”
The head of Junsu’s cock pressed against his hole, above Jaejoong’s. Jae held Yunho’s hips firmly. And then Junsu pressed forward.
Yunho screamed at the stretch, slow and agonizing as both cocks fought for space inside him. Jae’s breath was harsh against his shoulder, teeth scraping on skin. Junsu moved deeper.
Yunho bit the gag, glad it was there or he’d bit through his lip. He swore muffled curses from behind the gag. Junsu pulled out a bit, pushed back in, slowly, so fucking slowly, and Yunho wanted more, tried to ask for more. His muscles shivered as he tried to move his hips, begging with his body, and whimpers and moans.
“Fuck him, Su,” Jae said, voice rough. “I’m going to come soon, and god, just fuck him. Who the fuck cares if you hurt him? He’ll love it.”
Yunho whimpered his agreement.
Junsu smiled. “You want me to fuck you hard, Yunnie?”
Yunho nodded, whispering please over and over again behind the gag.
Junsu thrust forward, burying himself into Yunho’s body. Yunho screamed, a constant noise from the back of his throat as Junsu moved in and out of him quickly. His arms went over Yunho’s shoulders and landed on Jaejoong’s, gripping hard for leverage. Jae moaned and leaned forward, begging for a kiss, and Junsu gave it to him, their lips once again dancing so close to Yunho’s mouth. Their tongues curled together, teeth biting on lips.
The grip on his hips tightened as Jaejoong’s body spasmed, jerked, and warm come filled Yunho’s hole. Jae broke away from Junsu’s lips with a moan and laid his forehead against Yunho’s neck, shuddering as Junsu kept fucking Yunho.
Jae pushed Yunho forward. “Hang on, Su.”
Junsu stopped with difficulty, cock still buried as Jae moved, slipping out of Yunho’s body.
“Get on your knees, Yunnie,” Jae said.
It was hard, so hard, and his shoulders were screaming as he moved to obey the command. Jae moved with him, supporting him until he was on his knees again, and then he slipped under his arms, leaving Yunho’s arms bound behind his back.
“Trade me places, Su,” Jae said, “so you can keep fucking him.”
Yunho whimpered.
Junsu made sure Yunho was steady and then moved behind him. Jae moved to the front. Junsu immediately thrust back into Yunho’s body, and Yunho fell forward, into Jae’s arms. Jae chuckled and steadied him.
“Do you like Junsu fucking you?”
Yunho nodded.
“And do you want to suck on my cock while Junsu fucks you?”
Yunho’s eyes went wide and he begged for it through the gag.
Jae laughed and reached behind his head to undo the gag. It slipped off and Yunho moaned and whimpered. Jae traced his finger around Yunho’s open lips. Yunho closed his teeth around it and sucked it into his mouth. Jae shuddered and removed the finger.
“Please, Jae,” Yunho gasped, voice raspy from his screams.
Jae smiled. He took Yunho’s face in his hands. Yunho opened his mouth and swallowed Jae’s cock, moaning in approval at the taste of come. Jae adjusted, settling deep in Yunho’s throat, and then tangled his hands in Yunho’s hair. Yunho twirled his tongue around Jae’s cock as much as he could.
“Ready, Su?”
“Yeah.”
They fucked him, hard and fast, their thrusts putting them both in his body at once. Sweat gathered on their skin and dripped over muscles. Yunho was shaking, his whole body tense, trying to keep himself up with his arms behind his back. A hand slipped around his hips and grabbed his hard cock, stroking in time with the thrusts into his body. Pleasure twisted through him, mixing with pain as Jae pulled on his hair, fucking his throat so deep that his body pushed against Yunho’s face.
Junsu came first, pressed completely against Yunho’s body, and the hand around Yunho’s cock tightened as Junsu cried out, and filled Yunho even more. Junsu gave up kneeling, body shaking and fell to the side, slipping from Yunho. Yunho whimpered around Jae’s cock, as his hips had nothing holding them up, and keeping upright was twice as hard.
“Oh, poor Yunnie. No one’s fucking your hole now,” Jae said and rubbed his hand over Yunho’s cheek. “Do you want me to?”
Yunho nodded, eyes locked with Jaejoong’s.
Jae smiled. “Okay.”
Yunho gasped when Jae’s cock left his mouth. Jae steadied his shoulders as he lowered his face to the bed.
“Keep your ass in the air, baby.”
Yunho swallowed, and then voice raspy, he whispered, “Yes, master.”
Jae laughed and slapped his ass. Yunho whimpered, asking for one more. Jae spanked him again, and then gripped his cheeks and spread him apart. He thrust into Yunho all at once. Yunho cried out, burying his face into the bed. Junsu’s hands settled on his back, slipping through the sweat, and then his nails scratched down, across his shoulders and Yunho cried out again.
“He really likes a bit of pain,” Junsu said and shook his head.
Jae yanked on his bound wrists, pulling a whine from Yunho as his shoulders were stretched too far. “Yes, he does.”
Junsu reached around Yunho’s hip and grabbed his cock, tugging on it roughly. He bit down and sucked on Yunho’s back, leaving purple hickys in his wake.
Yunho was dying, a shuddering sweating mess, only able to gasp and squeeze his eyes shut as they brought his orgasm closer and closer. Jae’s breathing changed, his knees spread and he fucked Yunho harder, at a different angle. Yunho’s vision went gray, and colored dots danced just behind his closed eyelids.
The hand on his cock twisted, fingers curling along the tip, and everything was suddenly frozen, and he screamed into the bed as his orgasm rushed through him, covering the blankets beneath him in come. He went limp, only Jae’s hands on his hips keeping him up as he whined with each thrust into his body. Jae was shuddering. After the satisfying feeling of being filled with warm come again, Yunho collapsed, a happy sigh on his lips before everything went black.
Part 16: The Persuasion
Part 14: The Pretties
Part 13: The Persuit
Part 12: The Penance
Part 11: The Pabo
Part 10: The Persistence
Part 9: The Press
Part 8: The Puppet
Part 7: The Pressure
Part 6: The Politics
Part 5: The Party
Part 4: The Proposition
Part 3: The Problem
Part 2: The Prince
Part 1: The Purchase
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