Recruitment: An Interlude
Title: Recruitment: An Interlude
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Any other soldier would probably become outraged or question Jaejoong’s statement.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
A/N: MORE NOTES UNDER THE CUT. Occurs somewhere between this and this. Before
this one though. More army!verse :3
vaguelynormal WROTE THIS FIC TOO. BUT BECAUSE SHE’S TOO LAZY AND DOESN’T WANT TO POST IT ON HER OWN, SHE’S GIVEN ME THE LIBERTY TO DO IT FOR HER. so there. Jsyk :D
A week after Yunho arrives at the new base, he’s called to Jaejoong’s office. Yunho assumes that the General is planning on warning him to keep his mouth shut about the incident upon his arrival now that they’d had their fun. The soldier can’t help but wish the man had chosen a better time though, he’s exhausted from training and if he doesn’t make it to the food hall in time there will be little rations left to soothe his grumbling stomach.
When he’s finally told to go into the office, he stands in front of the large mahogany desk and salutes his General. The smaller man immediately rises from his chair, moving around his desk full of maps and scrapped battle-plans to greet the young cadet.
‘Yunho,’ The General smiles, ‘We have important matters to discuss, come with me.’
He follows his General out of the office and they follow twisting hallways up and out of the underground confines of the barracks and their offices. Jaejoong unlocks a door with a key and waves Yunho inside and the soldier quickly takes in his surroundings, slightly blinded by the rays of setting sunlight pouring through a large window.
The apartment is spacious, a symbol of Jaejoong’s power and status and Yunho can’t help but be impressed when he watches the man pour himself a glass of amber liquid from his personal bar. The General moves gracefully to sit on a white couch covering the length of the wall; the man relaxes into the soft cushions, sips on his drink and inspects Yunho from his new position. The General is no less intimidating sitting down and Yunho tries not to fidget where he stands, unsure if he is meant to join the General or stand at attention.
‘Have you been well the past few days, Yunho?’ The General inquires.
Yunho flushes, remembering the night he arrived and their little welcoming party. He’d felt sore the next day until his Brigadier pushed him and the rest of the troops into intense exercises, fresh pain settling into his muscles along with exhaustion.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Excellent. Shim tells me you’ve performed well in training, catching up to our standards here,’ Jaejoong says. ‘You’re a good soldier, I knew that when I saw you at that tiny base camp.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘And I know personally just how well you follow orders,’ Jaejoong smirks. ‘It pleases me greatly, so I’ve decided you are to become our pet.’
Any other soldier would probably become outraged or question Jaejoong’s statement, but the soldier just stands there and furrows his eyebrows in confusion, which the General finds adorable.
‘I’m not an unfair man, Yunho. If you can think of a reason not to be, now would be the time to speak up.’
There should be dozens of reasons, perfectly sane justifications and yet Yunho is stunned into silence, thoughts of ‘why me?’ running through his head.
‘If I refuse, sir?’
Jaejoong laughs, swirling his glass and then stops as though contemplating. ‘Well I cannot guarantee the others won’t pursue you, they are quite smitten already but I don’t think you’re foolish enough to decline our generous arrangement.’
Yunho feels actual fear run down his spine, these are four powerful men and the General is right, he’s not stupid enough to deny them anything.
‘What exactly is the arrangement, sir?’ Yunho questions.
‘You’re our whore, quite simply. We’ll take your body when we require it, but it’s decided that we’re not to overwork you. You’ll still have duties and training to attend and we have no desire to restrict you from those.’
Yunho reads between the lines- play nicely and we won’t rough you up too much, refuse and we can’t promise you anything.
‘That’s not really generous then, is it sir?’ Yunho finds himself blurting out and then tries not to flinch when the General stands and walks towards him.
‘What would you barter your body for, soldier?’ Jaejoong inquires, pulling the boy’s hips towards his own.
Yunho doesn’t know. He’s scared to fight, to die but what else does we have but a position within the army? He’s too prideful to ask for protection- to be kept from harm’s way- and he has no real desire for material things, there’s no use for them in a time of war. He’s not even sure that it’s his war anymore, so what is he risking life and limb for? A job in a nation drowning in poverty, a home when his own has been destroyed and food- the daily rations for one soldier could feed a family for a week.
He doesn’t want to be kept like a whore in a harem, waiting on silk sheets to be useful though he knows there is little else he can do; he has no money, no status, no future and promotions can take years of service or heroic acts to obtain. Yunho supposes he should be thankful that he’s been blessed with a healthy body, a handsome face and that these men want him. He can’t deny a part of him did enjoy the experience, but what does he want in exchange?
‘What would you offer me?’ Yunho knows he’s being bold, that men like this take what they want and disregard it just as easily. Besides, to want for anything is not a soldier’s prerogative. The privileges that come with this offer are sucking their cocks and not being fucked up too badly- because really, what’s one more dead soldier?
The General laughs, releasing his hold on the soldier’s hips to capture his hands, drawing one to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. ‘Pleasure, perhaps? Even if you say you didn’t like what we did the other night, I’d know you’d be lying. You came so hard, soldier.’
Yunho begins to fight the General’s hold, trying to pull out of the strong grip on his wrists as he’s slammed against a wall. The man leaning in until his face is inches from the soldier, pinning Yunho’s hands to the wall, his eyes scrutinizing over his features and Yunho remembers belatedly not to fight a superior officer and forces himself to stay motionless.
‘Now, now- it takes a good man to be honest and admit he likes taking four men like a little bitch,’ Jaejoong chides. ‘But if you want me to break you down until you own up and then beg for it, I won’t mind,’ The General offers, licking his lips.
The soldier shudders in his hold and if the General didn’t know any better he might mistake the shiver of arousal for disgust. This soldier needs to be ordered, controlled and judging from that night is not adverse to their persuasions. If Yunho was truly repulsed it wouldn’t be pleasurable, but to Jaejoong half the fun is breaking the soldier’s pride, humiliating the boy.
The General has spent three years training war hounds and men are much the same. It’s not hard to mould a perfect pet out of a man like Yunho. All the foundations are already there- the soldier is dutiful, obedient and already aware of his status. Dogs respond best to a reward system; a little affection and soft praises and when Jaejoong had first seen Yunho in the training camp he knew the man would be much the same.
‘Take off your clothes,’ Jaejoong orders, stepping back from where he’d been pinning the soldier to the wall.
Yunho takes about one second of hesitating before he’s quickly divesting of his boots and uniform. The General steps closer to the soldier once more, sizing him up.
‘Hands and knees,’ Jaejoong barks out. ‘You are to take that position at all times unless otherwise ordered to. Now follow me,’ The General orders, relishing in watching Yunho kneel on all fours before walking briskly into the kitchen.
‘Stay,’ Jaejoong commands sternly, directing Yunho to kneel in a corner of the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans.
Yunho watches the General prepare various ingredients, including expensive cuts of meat from his spot on the cold floor and when the scent of frying onion and garlic reaches his nose his stomach rumbles loudly.
‘Soon, pet,’ Jaejoong soothes and minutes later he is serving up two bowls of thick stew, leading a crawling Yunho to sit on the rug beside the dining table where he sits.
Once Yunho is settled, Jaejoong unfolds a cloth napkin, placing it over Yunho’s lap before handing him a bowl. Yunho looks at the General expectantly before realising he’s not going to be given any utensils or meat by the look of his serve of stew.
‘Thank you, sir,’ He mumbles out, turning to blow on the soup in an effort to cool it before drinking it straight from the bowl. It tastes intensely good, so much so that Yunho doesn’t mind that he’s being treated like a dog- this is the best food he’s tasted in years.
‘Here,’ The General interrupts, holding out a chunk of meat with his chopsticks.
Yunho obliges, unable to resist the meat, eyes practically rolling with pleasure as he chews. The General laughs, patting his head and continues to intermittently feed the soldier pieces of meat and fresh vegetables throughout the meal. Yunho is soon full and so ridiculously joyous over the simple feeling, he gladly crawls after Jaejoong into the living room. He watches as the General tunes in a radio station, soft music filling the apartment as Jaejoong settles into the couch.
‘Come here, Yunho,’ Jaejoong calls, patting the cushion beside him.
Yunho doesn’t dare stand so he does his best to mount the couch from the floor, the white cloth soft under his knees.
‘You may rest in my lap,’ The General says, Yunho moves forward, tucking his legs to the side and curling his upper body in the man’s lap, knowing full well it wasn’t a suggestion.
The General proceeds to pick up a book and read, hand resting in Yunho’s hair, playing with the strands. The soldier tenses when he feels the first brush down the naked skin of his back, anticipating something wholly sexual but the General continues to gently stroke his sides. He’s not sure how much time passes before the combination of a full belly and the soothing petting have him falling asleep and when he wakes the sun has fully disappeared, leaving the sky behind the curtain black.
Yunho risks rolling onto his back in Jaejoong’s lap, somewhat restless to get whatever the General is planning out of the way so he can sleep free of anxiety.
‘Good nap, soldier?’ The General asks, gently smoothing stray locks of hair.
‘Yes, sir,’ Yunho whispers, closing his eyes against the soft touch. He doesn’t fully understand this game of hot and cold Jaejoong seems to be playing, the man is clearly determined to get what he wants at whatever measures but the affection is certainly easier to withstand than what may be to come.
The General shifts Yunho physically before standing, stretching stiff muscles and beckoning Yunho to move off the couch.
Yunho rests on all fours on the soft carpet, awaiting instructions. He holds perfectly still as Jaejoong runs cool hands over his back, fingertips trailing the bumps of his spine, delving into the roots of his hair and lifting his head up by the strands.
‘You are very pretty, my pet. Did you know that?’ Jaejoong asks, caressing his cheek and placing a soft kiss on the soldier’s lips. ‘I’ve wanted you for a long time, I even bought you a gift,’ And Yunho looks up to see a strip of dark green leather in the General’s hand.
A collar, Yunho realises.
‘Do you want it, Yunho?’ And Yunho’s surprised to find that he does.
‘Yes,’ He says before hanging his head in embarrassment.
‘I’m glad,’ Jaejoong says, cupping the soldier’s jaw, raising the boy’s head to make eye contact.
The General fastens the leather around Yunho’s neck, drawing it tight enough to rub slightly but not to irritate, removing the soldier’s dog tags and pocketing them. The weight feels foreign around his neck, a smooth ring pressing coolly against the dip between his clavicles, a small metallic disc clinking lightly when he turns his head.
‘Perfect,’ The General praises, his voice dripping with lust. ‘Follow me.’
Yunho crawls after the General into the master bedroom, a wide bed in the centre of the room, an intrinsically patterned rug beneath his hands and knees. The General shuts the door behind them and moves to stand in front of Yunho, shrugging his jacket off and throwing it atop the nearby dresser. He kicks off his boots and unzips his fly, pulling out his cock.
‘Get me hard, soldier,’ He orders, pulling the man’s face closer to his groin by the collar.
Yunho stares at the soft length directed at his face by Jaejoong’s hand before leaning forward to lick gently at the tip. The taste and smell of the man infiltrates his senses, the flesh strangely velvet beneath his tongue and Yunho can’t say he dislikes it. The General allows the soldier to place tentative licks over the sensitive skin for a few moments, Yunho clearly hesitant to take him in his mouth after the violent abuse of his throat the week before. The apprehension and fear in the soldier’s eyes are almost enough to get him hard, the power certainly sending him towards a straining erection but he quells it down. He wants the cadet to work for it.
‘Now soldier, I thought I told you to make me hard- clearly we need spend some time teaching you how to suck cock,’ The General sneers, stroking himself to full hardness right in front of the soldier’s face.
The General stops his rhythm to unbutton his shirt, removing it and tossing it roughly to the side, shirtless except for his swinging dog tags. He walks to the bed and sits against the headboard, lifting his hips to shuck off his pants before settling back into the pillows.
‘Come here,’ He calls, voice husky with lust and Yunho crawls up onto the bed, up and over Jaejoong’s lower body.
The General knows this is the best position for the soldier to take his dick down his throat, giving Yunho control of the pace and the depth, the angle allowing him to surreptitiously slide in deeper.
‘Had you done this before last week, Yunho?’ Jaejoong asks and watches the soldier shake his head shyly. ‘What about sex?’ The General inquires and once again Yunho shakes his head, he knows the boy is young- only a couple of years older than the Brigadier- but he’s still a little surprised by the answer.
‘Not even with a woman?’
‘S-sort of,’ And Yunho blushes, remembering the whore he’d been given for his coming of age- unable to bring himself to do anything but squeeze his eyes tightly shut wanting to be anywhere else whilst she tugged him off, sharp nails scratching his skin.
The General makes a brief noise of understanding, pulling the boy closer.
‘Use your mouth, plenty of saliva. Not too much teeth,’ He instructs, guiding Yunho’s head down. ‘Except on Yoochun, he likes it.’
Yunho takes the General’s dick halfway, trying not to cough when the head presses against the roof of his mouth, tickling his palette. He can feel the veins pulsing along his tongue and he pulls back, lips closing around the crown, sucking lightly. The texture is unbelievably soft, the taste of sweat and musk stronger than when he had licked at the flesh before. He rests his hands on the General’s hips, not daring to touch more than allowed and laves his tongue over the head, dragging it up the slit and lapping at the fluid gathered there. The flavour is unique and Yunho finds himself sucking harder and repeating the action, trying to get more of a taste.
The General groans, watching the soldier take him in further. He knows the boy is learning- experimenting- but seeing those lips stretched wide and feeling the throat constrict over him as Yunho swallowed his precum invokes a strange desire in him to split those lips open with a strong smack and watch his cock push into his bloodied mouth.
He distracts himself by fiddling with the leather of the collar, the green standing out against the smooth, tanned skin and Jaejoong is glad he had it made right after the first time he spotted the soldier, his name and that of his friends engraved on the slim gold disc.
A few minutes pass and suddenly Jaejoong feels he has already reached his limit, he twists his hand in Yunho’s hair, pulling him off and taking his own cock into his other hand, tugging quickly.
‘Close your eyes,’ He advises and Yunho shuts them just moments before he feels warmth splattering over his face, cum covering his cheeks, dribbling down cheekbones before another shot lands directly over his mouth.
The General releases his hold on the soldier’s head and leans back panting harshly, watching the boy run his tongue over his lips, licking them clean and blinking his eyes open carefully.
When Jaejoong regains his composure he passes the soldier tissues from the bedside table, letting the soldier wipe his face clean before directing Yunho to lie in his spot, propped up against the headboard. The soldier sits, drawing his legs up to cover his exposed genitals, spurring the General to yank the boy’s legs down by the ankles.
‘Touch yourself,’ Jaejoong orders, moving to rest in the centre of the bed, a prime viewing spot.
The soldier glances up at his officer; eyes wide and cheeks flushed before he looks away and begins stroking himself. His pace is jittery, hand shaking, unable to properly grasp his length- the scolding look on his General’s face making him try harder. He can taste traces of the man’s cum in his mouth and finds himself becoming firm at the thought, palming his growing erection faster.
The General leans over his body, pressing a cool tube against his chest.
‘Prep yourself,’ He instructs.
The General’s expression is stern but Yunho still finds himself hesitating, his whole body heating up at the thought of performing such a humiliating task.
‘Do it or I take you raw, soldier,’ Jaejoong advises, his eyes cold.
The soldier blushes before moving to quickly cover his shaking hand with lubricant, it’s messy and drips over his abdomen as he warms it, rubbing the cool liquid between his digits. Yunho reluctantly moves to spread his legs wider, planting his feet for more leverage and bites his lip as pushes the first finger into his body. There’s no part of him that wants to do this- to give in so easily and be humiliated so thoroughly by Jaejoong- and the sensation is uncomfortable, his passage tight, it feels as though his body wants to both pull him in and expel the intrusion.
He can’t bring himself to look at his officer as he adds another digit, quickly deciding it’s best to just get it over with. The stretch is difficult, his body fighting against it and there’s not enough leverage for Yunho to sink himself deeper so he turns to rest on his knees, burying his face in the pillow in embarrassment as he moves his hand back to his ass, continuing to fuck himself with his fingers.
Yunho looks amazing bent over, spreading himself open and every part of the General twitches to replace that touch with his own hand and tongue. He strokes his growing erection leisurely as the soldier adds a third finger, his muffled cry into the pillow making him harder. Even if Yunho doesn’t know the basics of pleasuring others he makes for a wonderful show, the General decides.
Jaejoong moves towards the boy, crawling over the bent body and placing a kiss on each taut shoulder before roughly shoving his own finger into the mix, guiding Yunho’s own to curl downwards. The soldier beneath him whimpers and startles as the digits collectively rub against the spot, making him writhe and the General pulls out, taking Yunho’s hand with him.
‘Enough,’ Jaejoong says, his voice coming out low and hoarse.
The soldier remains in his position, panting harshly. He’s wholly non-resistant when the General pulls at his waist, flipping him onto his back, Yunho’s damp skin sticking to the sheets on contact. His eyes meet with his officer’s, the man’s body covering his own, dog tags dangling and making contact with his chest, the metal warm from the General’s skin. His General looks a little less composed than he normally does but somehow even more attractive; his hair dishevelled, damp with sweat and sticking to his face, his pale skin flushed pink, eyes dark with lust and his mouth twisting into a kind of feral grin as he shoves his way roughly inside Yunho.
Jaejoong pulls out to push the soldier’s knees up, over his head before ramming back in. He can feel the boy clutch at his shoulders, doing his best to hang on for the ride as he thrusts at a brutal pace, burying his cock deeper each time. He grips at the soldier’s ass, hands digging into the flesh as he raises the boy’s hips higher, the angle causing the cadet to moan like a whore.
The General presses messy kisses all over Yunho’s throat, letting his tongue slide over and under the leather, pulling at the strip with his teeth. The soldier is gasping for air, bucking beneath him and Jaejoong knows he won’t be able to last much longer. He fucks Yunho wildly; his movements erratic and he can hear his flesh connecting with the soldier’s, balls pressing against Yunho’s ass with every strong thrust.
He bites down on a patch of skin around the collar and the soldier thrashes, wrapping his legs around Jaejoong’s shoulders- effectively trapping him there- and unconsciously clenches impossibly tighter around the General’s length.
Jaejoong’s orgasm crashes through him so hard he barely manages to push himself up, getting a firm grip on Yunho’s cock and scarcely even pulling before the soldier is coming too. Yunho contracts around him, his whole body shaking with pleasure as Jaejoong rides out the last of his climax, pulsing out the final bursts of cum inside Yunho.
Yunho lies limply beneath him, arms and legs sprawled out, seemingly unperturbed by Jaejoong’s cock still nestled deeply within him, his own cum coating his stomach wetly. The General shifts slightly, leaning over to pull at the bedside drawer and leaning back to nuzzle the soldier’s chest, leaving a large red love bite on the left pectoral.
Yunho feels Jaejoong pull out before he feels something foreign pushed back inside him. The object feels fairly short in length, cool and possibly metallic with a rounded head narrowing before the end flares out, snugly pressing against the base of his ass.
‘You did well, pet,’ The General praises and Yunho questions when he actually formally agreed to play their game, not that it makes any difference, he’s already accepted his position in life.
He waits for the General to continue, to move whatever is lodged inside his ass but he simply exits the room, returning and throwing the soldier’s uniform and a wet towel on the bed. Jaejoong turns to pull on his own uniform, leaving the shirt slightly unbuttoned and foregoing his jacket, slipping his feet into his boots, lacing them with an efficient ease.
When Yunho is done dressing his officer stands before him, smoothing his shirt down and flicking the fastening on the collar open, pulling it off and returning Yunho’s dog tags around his neck.
‘We’ll keep this for play time,’ The General asserts, placing the collar in a velvet box and back inside the bedside table drawer.
Yunho follows his General back through the dark and quiet halls, their steps echoing loudly as he’s marched back down to the lower levels. The soldier has no grasp on the time that has passed but judging from the emptiness of the halls there’s only a few hours till dawn.
‘You’ll be staying in Shim’s quarters from now on. Don’t worry- I’m certain he’ll make sure none of your fellow cadets will suspect any favouritism,’ Jaejoong laughs and fastens his step, stopping occasionally to watch the soldier struggle to keep up, his stance awkward with the toy shifting inside him.
When they turn down the Brigadier’s hallway, the General leans over to pat Yunho’s backside.
‘That is going to stay inside you until one of us removes it, you understand? So if I were you, I’d make myself look mighty tempting in the morning before drill practice,’ The General says smiling, knocking quietly on the Brigadier’s door.
Yunho nods quickly, visibly gulping as the door opens, revealing a shirtless and very pissed-off Changmin.
‘You’re going to have a bunkmate, Shim,’ Jaejoong states, ushering a stiff Yunho through the door.
‘Yeah, I figured that when you had his stuff moved in earlier,’ Changmin says, watching the soldier stand awkwardly in the middle of his room.
‘We had a few minor issues to straighten out, sorry for the late interruption,’ Jaejoong winks mischievously. ‘Rest well, boys,’ The General calls over his shoulder as he leaves.
If Changmin suspects anything he doesn’t say so, just watches as Yunho undresses, wobbles over to his bed and collapses on it. His body is so sore, training was rough and somehow the time with Jaejoong even more strenuous and now he can’t even bare to move let alone plan to seduce the Brigadier into removing this toy from his ass.
Yunho senses Changmin standing over the bed just seconds before he feels the man tug at his body, rolling him onto his back so that his face is no longer buried in the pillow and he winces loudly as the plug shifts, prodding into him. The Brigadier is quiet for a moment before letting out a light chuckle, fingers tracing the hickey on his chest before covering his naked body with a blanket, smoothing back the hair on his forehead and planting a kiss there.
‘Goodnight, pet.’
‘Goodnight, sir,’ Yunho mumbles back.
LOL totally forgot to post this earlier. Anyway, here it is and the next one is the last. I’m sad about it, but vaguelynormal does an awesome job of wrapping it all up ^^ also, i'm somewhat amused she's written yunho/jaejoong despite being a staunch UNshipper of YunJae. apparently, she has no problem with JaeHo. not that' i'm complaining--and no one else should either :D
Comments are ♥ (she’s lazy but damn if she isn’t good xD)
Rating: Nc-17
Summary: Any other soldier would probably become outraged or question Jaejoong’s statement.
Pairing: Yunho/Jaejoong
A/N: MORE NOTES UNDER THE CUT. Occurs somewhere between this and this. Before
this one though. More army!verse :3
vaguelynormal WROTE THIS FIC TOO. BUT BECAUSE SHE’S TOO LAZY AND DOESN’T WANT TO POST IT ON HER OWN, SHE’S GIVEN ME THE LIBERTY TO DO IT FOR HER. so there. Jsyk :D
A week after Yunho arrives at the new base, he’s called to Jaejoong’s office. Yunho assumes that the General is planning on warning him to keep his mouth shut about the incident upon his arrival now that they’d had their fun. The soldier can’t help but wish the man had chosen a better time though, he’s exhausted from training and if he doesn’t make it to the food hall in time there will be little rations left to soothe his grumbling stomach.
When he’s finally told to go into the office, he stands in front of the large mahogany desk and salutes his General. The smaller man immediately rises from his chair, moving around his desk full of maps and scrapped battle-plans to greet the young cadet.
‘Yunho,’ The General smiles, ‘We have important matters to discuss, come with me.’
He follows his General out of the office and they follow twisting hallways up and out of the underground confines of the barracks and their offices. Jaejoong unlocks a door with a key and waves Yunho inside and the soldier quickly takes in his surroundings, slightly blinded by the rays of setting sunlight pouring through a large window.
The apartment is spacious, a symbol of Jaejoong’s power and status and Yunho can’t help but be impressed when he watches the man pour himself a glass of amber liquid from his personal bar. The General moves gracefully to sit on a white couch covering the length of the wall; the man relaxes into the soft cushions, sips on his drink and inspects Yunho from his new position. The General is no less intimidating sitting down and Yunho tries not to fidget where he stands, unsure if he is meant to join the General or stand at attention.
‘Have you been well the past few days, Yunho?’ The General inquires.
Yunho flushes, remembering the night he arrived and their little welcoming party. He’d felt sore the next day until his Brigadier pushed him and the rest of the troops into intense exercises, fresh pain settling into his muscles along with exhaustion.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Excellent. Shim tells me you’ve performed well in training, catching up to our standards here,’ Jaejoong says. ‘You’re a good soldier, I knew that when I saw you at that tiny base camp.’
‘Thank you, sir.’
‘And I know personally just how well you follow orders,’ Jaejoong smirks. ‘It pleases me greatly, so I’ve decided you are to become our pet.’
Any other soldier would probably become outraged or question Jaejoong’s statement, but the soldier just stands there and furrows his eyebrows in confusion, which the General finds adorable.
‘I’m not an unfair man, Yunho. If you can think of a reason not to be, now would be the time to speak up.’
There should be dozens of reasons, perfectly sane justifications and yet Yunho is stunned into silence, thoughts of ‘why me?’ running through his head.
‘If I refuse, sir?’
Jaejoong laughs, swirling his glass and then stops as though contemplating. ‘Well I cannot guarantee the others won’t pursue you, they are quite smitten already but I don’t think you’re foolish enough to decline our generous arrangement.’
Yunho feels actual fear run down his spine, these are four powerful men and the General is right, he’s not stupid enough to deny them anything.
‘What exactly is the arrangement, sir?’ Yunho questions.
‘You’re our whore, quite simply. We’ll take your body when we require it, but it’s decided that we’re not to overwork you. You’ll still have duties and training to attend and we have no desire to restrict you from those.’
Yunho reads between the lines- play nicely and we won’t rough you up too much, refuse and we can’t promise you anything.
‘That’s not really generous then, is it sir?’ Yunho finds himself blurting out and then tries not to flinch when the General stands and walks towards him.
‘What would you barter your body for, soldier?’ Jaejoong inquires, pulling the boy’s hips towards his own.
Yunho doesn’t know. He’s scared to fight, to die but what else does we have but a position within the army? He’s too prideful to ask for protection- to be kept from harm’s way- and he has no real desire for material things, there’s no use for them in a time of war. He’s not even sure that it’s his war anymore, so what is he risking life and limb for? A job in a nation drowning in poverty, a home when his own has been destroyed and food- the daily rations for one soldier could feed a family for a week.
He doesn’t want to be kept like a whore in a harem, waiting on silk sheets to be useful though he knows there is little else he can do; he has no money, no status, no future and promotions can take years of service or heroic acts to obtain. Yunho supposes he should be thankful that he’s been blessed with a healthy body, a handsome face and that these men want him. He can’t deny a part of him did enjoy the experience, but what does he want in exchange?
‘What would you offer me?’ Yunho knows he’s being bold, that men like this take what they want and disregard it just as easily. Besides, to want for anything is not a soldier’s prerogative. The privileges that come with this offer are sucking their cocks and not being fucked up too badly- because really, what’s one more dead soldier?
The General laughs, releasing his hold on the soldier’s hips to capture his hands, drawing one to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. ‘Pleasure, perhaps? Even if you say you didn’t like what we did the other night, I’d know you’d be lying. You came so hard, soldier.’
Yunho begins to fight the General’s hold, trying to pull out of the strong grip on his wrists as he’s slammed against a wall. The man leaning in until his face is inches from the soldier, pinning Yunho’s hands to the wall, his eyes scrutinizing over his features and Yunho remembers belatedly not to fight a superior officer and forces himself to stay motionless.
‘Now, now- it takes a good man to be honest and admit he likes taking four men like a little bitch,’ Jaejoong chides. ‘But if you want me to break you down until you own up and then beg for it, I won’t mind,’ The General offers, licking his lips.
The soldier shudders in his hold and if the General didn’t know any better he might mistake the shiver of arousal for disgust. This soldier needs to be ordered, controlled and judging from that night is not adverse to their persuasions. If Yunho was truly repulsed it wouldn’t be pleasurable, but to Jaejoong half the fun is breaking the soldier’s pride, humiliating the boy.
The General has spent three years training war hounds and men are much the same. It’s not hard to mould a perfect pet out of a man like Yunho. All the foundations are already there- the soldier is dutiful, obedient and already aware of his status. Dogs respond best to a reward system; a little affection and soft praises and when Jaejoong had first seen Yunho in the training camp he knew the man would be much the same.
‘Take off your clothes,’ Jaejoong orders, stepping back from where he’d been pinning the soldier to the wall.
Yunho takes about one second of hesitating before he’s quickly divesting of his boots and uniform. The General steps closer to the soldier once more, sizing him up.
‘Hands and knees,’ Jaejoong barks out. ‘You are to take that position at all times unless otherwise ordered to. Now follow me,’ The General orders, relishing in watching Yunho kneel on all fours before walking briskly into the kitchen.
‘Stay,’ Jaejoong commands sternly, directing Yunho to kneel in a corner of the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans.
Yunho watches the General prepare various ingredients, including expensive cuts of meat from his spot on the cold floor and when the scent of frying onion and garlic reaches his nose his stomach rumbles loudly.
‘Soon, pet,’ Jaejoong soothes and minutes later he is serving up two bowls of thick stew, leading a crawling Yunho to sit on the rug beside the dining table where he sits.
Once Yunho is settled, Jaejoong unfolds a cloth napkin, placing it over Yunho’s lap before handing him a bowl. Yunho looks at the General expectantly before realising he’s not going to be given any utensils or meat by the look of his serve of stew.
‘Thank you, sir,’ He mumbles out, turning to blow on the soup in an effort to cool it before drinking it straight from the bowl. It tastes intensely good, so much so that Yunho doesn’t mind that he’s being treated like a dog- this is the best food he’s tasted in years.
‘Here,’ The General interrupts, holding out a chunk of meat with his chopsticks.
Yunho obliges, unable to resist the meat, eyes practically rolling with pleasure as he chews. The General laughs, patting his head and continues to intermittently feed the soldier pieces of meat and fresh vegetables throughout the meal. Yunho is soon full and so ridiculously joyous over the simple feeling, he gladly crawls after Jaejoong into the living room. He watches as the General tunes in a radio station, soft music filling the apartment as Jaejoong settles into the couch.
‘Come here, Yunho,’ Jaejoong calls, patting the cushion beside him.
Yunho doesn’t dare stand so he does his best to mount the couch from the floor, the white cloth soft under his knees.
‘You may rest in my lap,’ The General says, Yunho moves forward, tucking his legs to the side and curling his upper body in the man’s lap, knowing full well it wasn’t a suggestion.
The General proceeds to pick up a book and read, hand resting in Yunho’s hair, playing with the strands. The soldier tenses when he feels the first brush down the naked skin of his back, anticipating something wholly sexual but the General continues to gently stroke his sides. He’s not sure how much time passes before the combination of a full belly and the soothing petting have him falling asleep and when he wakes the sun has fully disappeared, leaving the sky behind the curtain black.
Yunho risks rolling onto his back in Jaejoong’s lap, somewhat restless to get whatever the General is planning out of the way so he can sleep free of anxiety.
‘Good nap, soldier?’ The General asks, gently smoothing stray locks of hair.
‘Yes, sir,’ Yunho whispers, closing his eyes against the soft touch. He doesn’t fully understand this game of hot and cold Jaejoong seems to be playing, the man is clearly determined to get what he wants at whatever measures but the affection is certainly easier to withstand than what may be to come.
The General shifts Yunho physically before standing, stretching stiff muscles and beckoning Yunho to move off the couch.
Yunho rests on all fours on the soft carpet, awaiting instructions. He holds perfectly still as Jaejoong runs cool hands over his back, fingertips trailing the bumps of his spine, delving into the roots of his hair and lifting his head up by the strands.
‘You are very pretty, my pet. Did you know that?’ Jaejoong asks, caressing his cheek and placing a soft kiss on the soldier’s lips. ‘I’ve wanted you for a long time, I even bought you a gift,’ And Yunho looks up to see a strip of dark green leather in the General’s hand.
A collar, Yunho realises.
‘Do you want it, Yunho?’ And Yunho’s surprised to find that he does.
‘Yes,’ He says before hanging his head in embarrassment.
‘I’m glad,’ Jaejoong says, cupping the soldier’s jaw, raising the boy’s head to make eye contact.
The General fastens the leather around Yunho’s neck, drawing it tight enough to rub slightly but not to irritate, removing the soldier’s dog tags and pocketing them. The weight feels foreign around his neck, a smooth ring pressing coolly against the dip between his clavicles, a small metallic disc clinking lightly when he turns his head.
‘Perfect,’ The General praises, his voice dripping with lust. ‘Follow me.’
Yunho crawls after the General into the master bedroom, a wide bed in the centre of the room, an intrinsically patterned rug beneath his hands and knees. The General shuts the door behind them and moves to stand in front of Yunho, shrugging his jacket off and throwing it atop the nearby dresser. He kicks off his boots and unzips his fly, pulling out his cock.
‘Get me hard, soldier,’ He orders, pulling the man’s face closer to his groin by the collar.
Yunho stares at the soft length directed at his face by Jaejoong’s hand before leaning forward to lick gently at the tip. The taste and smell of the man infiltrates his senses, the flesh strangely velvet beneath his tongue and Yunho can’t say he dislikes it. The General allows the soldier to place tentative licks over the sensitive skin for a few moments, Yunho clearly hesitant to take him in his mouth after the violent abuse of his throat the week before. The apprehension and fear in the soldier’s eyes are almost enough to get him hard, the power certainly sending him towards a straining erection but he quells it down. He wants the cadet to work for it.
‘Now soldier, I thought I told you to make me hard- clearly we need spend some time teaching you how to suck cock,’ The General sneers, stroking himself to full hardness right in front of the soldier’s face.
The General stops his rhythm to unbutton his shirt, removing it and tossing it roughly to the side, shirtless except for his swinging dog tags. He walks to the bed and sits against the headboard, lifting his hips to shuck off his pants before settling back into the pillows.
‘Come here,’ He calls, voice husky with lust and Yunho crawls up onto the bed, up and over Jaejoong’s lower body.
The General knows this is the best position for the soldier to take his dick down his throat, giving Yunho control of the pace and the depth, the angle allowing him to surreptitiously slide in deeper.
‘Had you done this before last week, Yunho?’ Jaejoong asks and watches the soldier shake his head shyly. ‘What about sex?’ The General inquires and once again Yunho shakes his head, he knows the boy is young- only a couple of years older than the Brigadier- but he’s still a little surprised by the answer.
‘Not even with a woman?’
‘S-sort of,’ And Yunho blushes, remembering the whore he’d been given for his coming of age- unable to bring himself to do anything but squeeze his eyes tightly shut wanting to be anywhere else whilst she tugged him off, sharp nails scratching his skin.
The General makes a brief noise of understanding, pulling the boy closer.
‘Use your mouth, plenty of saliva. Not too much teeth,’ He instructs, guiding Yunho’s head down. ‘Except on Yoochun, he likes it.’
Yunho takes the General’s dick halfway, trying not to cough when the head presses against the roof of his mouth, tickling his palette. He can feel the veins pulsing along his tongue and he pulls back, lips closing around the crown, sucking lightly. The texture is unbelievably soft, the taste of sweat and musk stronger than when he had licked at the flesh before. He rests his hands on the General’s hips, not daring to touch more than allowed and laves his tongue over the head, dragging it up the slit and lapping at the fluid gathered there. The flavour is unique and Yunho finds himself sucking harder and repeating the action, trying to get more of a taste.
The General groans, watching the soldier take him in further. He knows the boy is learning- experimenting- but seeing those lips stretched wide and feeling the throat constrict over him as Yunho swallowed his precum invokes a strange desire in him to split those lips open with a strong smack and watch his cock push into his bloodied mouth.
He distracts himself by fiddling with the leather of the collar, the green standing out against the smooth, tanned skin and Jaejoong is glad he had it made right after the first time he spotted the soldier, his name and that of his friends engraved on the slim gold disc.
A few minutes pass and suddenly Jaejoong feels he has already reached his limit, he twists his hand in Yunho’s hair, pulling him off and taking his own cock into his other hand, tugging quickly.
‘Close your eyes,’ He advises and Yunho shuts them just moments before he feels warmth splattering over his face, cum covering his cheeks, dribbling down cheekbones before another shot lands directly over his mouth.
The General releases his hold on the soldier’s head and leans back panting harshly, watching the boy run his tongue over his lips, licking them clean and blinking his eyes open carefully.
When Jaejoong regains his composure he passes the soldier tissues from the bedside table, letting the soldier wipe his face clean before directing Yunho to lie in his spot, propped up against the headboard. The soldier sits, drawing his legs up to cover his exposed genitals, spurring the General to yank the boy’s legs down by the ankles.
‘Touch yourself,’ Jaejoong orders, moving to rest in the centre of the bed, a prime viewing spot.
The soldier glances up at his officer; eyes wide and cheeks flushed before he looks away and begins stroking himself. His pace is jittery, hand shaking, unable to properly grasp his length- the scolding look on his General’s face making him try harder. He can taste traces of the man’s cum in his mouth and finds himself becoming firm at the thought, palming his growing erection faster.
The General leans over his body, pressing a cool tube against his chest.
‘Prep yourself,’ He instructs.
The General’s expression is stern but Yunho still finds himself hesitating, his whole body heating up at the thought of performing such a humiliating task.
‘Do it or I take you raw, soldier,’ Jaejoong advises, his eyes cold.
The soldier blushes before moving to quickly cover his shaking hand with lubricant, it’s messy and drips over his abdomen as he warms it, rubbing the cool liquid between his digits. Yunho reluctantly moves to spread his legs wider, planting his feet for more leverage and bites his lip as pushes the first finger into his body. There’s no part of him that wants to do this- to give in so easily and be humiliated so thoroughly by Jaejoong- and the sensation is uncomfortable, his passage tight, it feels as though his body wants to both pull him in and expel the intrusion.
He can’t bring himself to look at his officer as he adds another digit, quickly deciding it’s best to just get it over with. The stretch is difficult, his body fighting against it and there’s not enough leverage for Yunho to sink himself deeper so he turns to rest on his knees, burying his face in the pillow in embarrassment as he moves his hand back to his ass, continuing to fuck himself with his fingers.
Yunho looks amazing bent over, spreading himself open and every part of the General twitches to replace that touch with his own hand and tongue. He strokes his growing erection leisurely as the soldier adds a third finger, his muffled cry into the pillow making him harder. Even if Yunho doesn’t know the basics of pleasuring others he makes for a wonderful show, the General decides.
Jaejoong moves towards the boy, crawling over the bent body and placing a kiss on each taut shoulder before roughly shoving his own finger into the mix, guiding Yunho’s own to curl downwards. The soldier beneath him whimpers and startles as the digits collectively rub against the spot, making him writhe and the General pulls out, taking Yunho’s hand with him.
‘Enough,’ Jaejoong says, his voice coming out low and hoarse.
The soldier remains in his position, panting harshly. He’s wholly non-resistant when the General pulls at his waist, flipping him onto his back, Yunho’s damp skin sticking to the sheets on contact. His eyes meet with his officer’s, the man’s body covering his own, dog tags dangling and making contact with his chest, the metal warm from the General’s skin. His General looks a little less composed than he normally does but somehow even more attractive; his hair dishevelled, damp with sweat and sticking to his face, his pale skin flushed pink, eyes dark with lust and his mouth twisting into a kind of feral grin as he shoves his way roughly inside Yunho.
Jaejoong pulls out to push the soldier’s knees up, over his head before ramming back in. He can feel the boy clutch at his shoulders, doing his best to hang on for the ride as he thrusts at a brutal pace, burying his cock deeper each time. He grips at the soldier’s ass, hands digging into the flesh as he raises the boy’s hips higher, the angle causing the cadet to moan like a whore.
The General presses messy kisses all over Yunho’s throat, letting his tongue slide over and under the leather, pulling at the strip with his teeth. The soldier is gasping for air, bucking beneath him and Jaejoong knows he won’t be able to last much longer. He fucks Yunho wildly; his movements erratic and he can hear his flesh connecting with the soldier’s, balls pressing against Yunho’s ass with every strong thrust.
He bites down on a patch of skin around the collar and the soldier thrashes, wrapping his legs around Jaejoong’s shoulders- effectively trapping him there- and unconsciously clenches impossibly tighter around the General’s length.
Jaejoong’s orgasm crashes through him so hard he barely manages to push himself up, getting a firm grip on Yunho’s cock and scarcely even pulling before the soldier is coming too. Yunho contracts around him, his whole body shaking with pleasure as Jaejoong rides out the last of his climax, pulsing out the final bursts of cum inside Yunho.
Yunho lies limply beneath him, arms and legs sprawled out, seemingly unperturbed by Jaejoong’s cock still nestled deeply within him, his own cum coating his stomach wetly. The General shifts slightly, leaning over to pull at the bedside drawer and leaning back to nuzzle the soldier’s chest, leaving a large red love bite on the left pectoral.
Yunho feels Jaejoong pull out before he feels something foreign pushed back inside him. The object feels fairly short in length, cool and possibly metallic with a rounded head narrowing before the end flares out, snugly pressing against the base of his ass.
‘You did well, pet,’ The General praises and Yunho questions when he actually formally agreed to play their game, not that it makes any difference, he’s already accepted his position in life.
He waits for the General to continue, to move whatever is lodged inside his ass but he simply exits the room, returning and throwing the soldier’s uniform and a wet towel on the bed. Jaejoong turns to pull on his own uniform, leaving the shirt slightly unbuttoned and foregoing his jacket, slipping his feet into his boots, lacing them with an efficient ease.
When Yunho is done dressing his officer stands before him, smoothing his shirt down and flicking the fastening on the collar open, pulling it off and returning Yunho’s dog tags around his neck.
‘We’ll keep this for play time,’ The General asserts, placing the collar in a velvet box and back inside the bedside table drawer.
Yunho follows his General back through the dark and quiet halls, their steps echoing loudly as he’s marched back down to the lower levels. The soldier has no grasp on the time that has passed but judging from the emptiness of the halls there’s only a few hours till dawn.
‘You’ll be staying in Shim’s quarters from now on. Don’t worry- I’m certain he’ll make sure none of your fellow cadets will suspect any favouritism,’ Jaejoong laughs and fastens his step, stopping occasionally to watch the soldier struggle to keep up, his stance awkward with the toy shifting inside him.
When they turn down the Brigadier’s hallway, the General leans over to pat Yunho’s backside.
‘That is going to stay inside you until one of us removes it, you understand? So if I were you, I’d make myself look mighty tempting in the morning before drill practice,’ The General says smiling, knocking quietly on the Brigadier’s door.
Yunho nods quickly, visibly gulping as the door opens, revealing a shirtless and very pissed-off Changmin.
‘You’re going to have a bunkmate, Shim,’ Jaejoong states, ushering a stiff Yunho through the door.
‘Yeah, I figured that when you had his stuff moved in earlier,’ Changmin says, watching the soldier stand awkwardly in the middle of his room.
‘We had a few minor issues to straighten out, sorry for the late interruption,’ Jaejoong winks mischievously. ‘Rest well, boys,’ The General calls over his shoulder as he leaves.
If Changmin suspects anything he doesn’t say so, just watches as Yunho undresses, wobbles over to his bed and collapses on it. His body is so sore, training was rough and somehow the time with Jaejoong even more strenuous and now he can’t even bare to move let alone plan to seduce the Brigadier into removing this toy from his ass.
Yunho senses Changmin standing over the bed just seconds before he feels the man tug at his body, rolling him onto his back so that his face is no longer buried in the pillow and he winces loudly as the plug shifts, prodding into him. The Brigadier is quiet for a moment before letting out a light chuckle, fingers tracing the hickey on his chest before covering his naked body with a blanket, smoothing back the hair on his forehead and planting a kiss there.
‘Goodnight, pet.’
‘Goodnight, sir,’ Yunho mumbles back.
LOL totally forgot to post this earlier. Anyway, here it is and the next one is the last. I’m sad about it, but vaguelynormal does an awesome job of wrapping it all up ^^ also, i'm somewhat amused she's written yunho/jaejoong despite being a staunch UNshipper of YunJae. apparently, she has no problem with JaeHo. not that' i'm complaining--and no one else should either :D
Comments are ♥ (she’s lazy but damn if she isn’t good xD)