Hazing
Title: Hazing Part 1
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt: A MinHo college frat boys story.
A/N: Prompt: Eager, sociable Yunho really wants to be a member of his university's top fraternity. But he has to endure a night of hazing.
Task: Get fucked all night by their Sex God member, Shim Changmin.
Yunho has always hated Changmin and visa versa. But that one night changes everything for both boys. Passion sparks. And college love blossoms. They fall in love.
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‘Hyung,’ Yunho whines, tugging at Heechul’s shirt, ‘you said you’d get me in.’
Heechul smacks at his hand and glares at him in a way that lets Yunho know he’ll pay for rumpling the expensive fabric of his friend’s shirt later.
‘I promised I’d make sure you were considered,’ Heechul argues, ‘and you are- you’re on the list of potential pledges. It has to be a unanimous vote and it’s certainly not my fault the resident nerd has it in for you.’
‘Can’t the head of the fraternity overlook it just once? I mean, he’s clearly being a pedant!’ Yunho moans, exasperated.
His friend shakes his head solemnly. ‘The head wants to keep Changmin in his good books. Where do you think half the seniors get their class notes from?’ Heechul asks him. ‘What did you do to piss off Changmin anyway?’
Yunho scowls and remembers the night he attended his college boyfriend’s frat party and met Changmin who was just a first year then, Yunho himself in his last year of high school. The boy had arrogantly insulted his boyfriend and Yunho had sprung to his defence, abusing him a little drunkenly and it must have stuck in Changmin’s mind for him to still remember and dislike Yunho even now.
‘I may have called him a few names and made fun of his ears,’ Yunho mumbles. ‘He’s such a pretentious little twat.’
‘He’s hardly little, especially those ears,’ Heechul snorts, ‘and my poor country bumpkin, you must have been quite drunk to cuss at anyone.’
His friend pats his head condescendingly as they make their way across the campus lawn.
‘Hyung, you’ve got to get me in,’ Yunho begs, taking Heechul’s books and carrying them for the elder as they’re handed to him. ‘All my friends are set to join or already brothers, I don’t see how Changmin’s opinion matters- he’s not even my senior.’
‘The kid isn’t my senior either but he has a lot of authority in the fraternity. He’s a powerful, calculating genius and almost everyone owes him a favour of some sort.’
Yunho makes a whining noise and pleads to Heechul with his eyes. His friend sighs and ruffles his hair again, rolling his eyes.
‘Come to the initiation tonight and I’ll talk to the others about it some more,’ Heechul finally gives in, taking his books back as they approach the dorm. ‘Changmin can usually be reasoned with, especially with the right bribe. I’d be kissing ass if I were you.’
It’s dark when they start the initiation, the fraternity trying to keep their raucous rituals secret from the university, though it’s really more of a party to start with and hardly a secret. The drinking games are all compulsory and Yunho and the other fifteen or so first years are struggling after the first hour or so. Yunho fairs a little better than some of the others, he knows to keep his mouth shut to appear less intoxicated and if he concentrates hard, it’s not that difficult to continue the games though he doesn’t relish the thought of swallowing another horrible concoction the seniors have mixed.
He’s glad he’s not losing when some of the boys are forced to shave their entire body, heads uneven and bald as they threaten to pass out on the floor. Although Yunho feels the need to pass out himself, he knows that if he misses the main rituals he’ll never be permitted to join the fraternity and Yunho wants that more than anything. Close to two in the morning and at least five of the boys have dropped out, failing to complete the challenges and Yunho mentally thanks his parents for his natural born athleticism.
The remaining are lined up against the communal dining table in the dorm, Yunho taking a spot on the end and feeling slightly intimidated by the seniors all dressed in hoods and shouting instructions. It’s then that Yunho spots Changmin wandering in and pinching a bottle of beer from the cooler. He frowns as the other seniors all call the tall boy over, several drawing back their hoods.
‘Why aren’t you wearing your robes, Changmin?’ Kangin slaps Changmin hard on the shoulder and Yunho’s mildly impressed when the man doesn’t flinch. ‘I thought you were already with us. Fraternity rules require all members to be present for initiation.’
‘I don’t feel the compulsion to look as idiotic as you,’ Changmin replies coolly, turning up his nose at all the first year students and Yunho hates him a little more for it. ‘And all this bores me.’
‘But the real fun is about to start,’ Kangin enthuses, waving a wooden paddle for them all to see and Yunho notices some of the students flinching.
He barks orders at the first years to strip and they move to obey without coordination, Yunho struggling with his buttons before he just rips his shirt above his head. When he’s done he notices Changmin glaring in his direction.
‘I thought I refused that one,’ the man points at Yunho and stares threateningly at Kangin. ‘Jung shouldn’t be here.’
Kangin and some of the other seniors titter with laughter, seemingly amused by their feud. ‘This is just initiation, Changmin. If you don’t want him to pledge you’ll just have to make sure he can’t complete it yourself,’ the dorm head offers Changmin a heavy looking paddle. ‘Pants off,’ he turns back to the first years and barks the order as they all stare at him dumbly. Yunho fumbles with the fly of his jeans, trying to push them down his thighs and not protest Changmin paddling him as he so sorely wants to.
‘This is archaic,’ Changmin remarks dryly, staring at the paddle in his hand with disgust.
‘Oh come on, this is perfect,’ Heechul chimes in, a little pissed judging by the way his words are slurred. ‘Deep down I’m sure you’ll find you really want to paddle Yunho’s ass black and blue. This is your opportunity- you know you want to,’ Heechul tempts Changmin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before eyeing the Chinese exchange student in the line up and stumbling over.
‘Who would be interested in his flat ass?’ Changmin scoffs as Yunho finishes undressing, tripping slightly as he steps out of his pants and underwear, cupping his genitals from view. ‘It’s not like he has much to offer. I’d be more interested if we got that Junsu kid to pledge.’
Yunho cheeks burn red as the others all laugh and the first years peer curiously at his bottom. It’s humiliating enough being naked in front of his peers, knowing he’s about to be paddled but he doesn’t need Changmin tearing down his self esteem. He shoots Changmin a sharp glare but it seems to strengthen the student’s resolve, waving the paddle at Yunho tauntingly, a smug smirk on his wide lips.
‘I get to paddle everyone once before we begin,’ Kangin booms loudly, a large grin on his face, ‘even Jung’s lack of ass.’
At this point Yunho wants to melt into the floor but he holds his ground, feigning nonchalance as more laughter meets his ears and then they’re all ordered to brace themselves on the table. Some of the boys are clearly petrified but Yunho’s not that worried, he’s drunk enough to be a little numb and he’s always been good at managing pain. He grits his teeth as he hears Kangin’s paddle hit the flesh of the other first years and the cheers of the fraternity, knowing he’s last. His turn is painful, stinging in the cool air, but so abrupt Yunho’s a little surprised when it’s over that it doesn’t linger. He knows he really has to brace himself when the rest of the seniors approach, lining up behind them and Yunho glances back to see Changmin staring at his ass, heavy paddle in hand.
‘You should just leave now, Jung,’ Changmin threatens, ‘I’m not going to make this easy for you.’
‘Just shut up and get it over with,’ Yunho growls, throwing a glare over his shoulder before bracing himself firmly against the table.
Yunho can’t pay any attention to the tense atmosphere around him as he anticipates Changmin’s first strike. There are first years letting out small yelps or whimpers as they’re hit, but Yunho refuses to be one of them and vows to keep silent, however long and painful the abuse. Certainly, Changmin has had it in for him from the start but it really can’t be any worse than if he had Kangin or any of the other seniors paddling him. He hears Changmin shift behind him, the bastard no doubt trying to intimidate him by prolonging the first hit and Yunho can’t help but look back, witnessing Changmin’s arm raised for the swing before he feels it land, hard and jarring on his ass. He bites back a grunt as another strike falls quickly against his bottom, the taller man undoubtedly getting into a rhythm as the next painful blows come in succession and show no sign of stopping. Yunho’s skin stings with every loud smack of the flat wood against his skin and he presumes the flesh is red and hot, Changmin landing each strike precisely in the same spot, never losing strength.
The pain only increases over time and Yunho lets out a breath of relief when Changmin pauses for a moment, seemingly adjusting his clothes and panting from the exertion. He can’t bite back the surprised yelp he makes when fingers dig into the bruised flesh, squeezing his ass roughly and Yunho’s ashamed that the possessive touch turns him on a little. The hand withdraws only to strike him hard, flesh against flesh and Yunho knows it’s personal, meant to unsettle Yunho’s resolve as he’s manhandled, ass throbbing as Changmin alternates between spanking him and massaging him roughly. Yunho shifts his legs minutely as his cock begins to stir and internally thanks God for small mercies when Changmin finally moves back, picking up the paddle.
It would seem the fraternity’s resident genius hadn’t been using his preferred hand before and now he switches, raining harder blows on Yunho’s other cheek. A jolt goes through his stomach, hot and heady as he catches a glimpse of Changmin’s sadistic expression and he bites his lip hard, strangely aroused by the feel of the paddle smacking his behind, the flesh jiggling with the repercussion before he’s hit again and again. He feels blood swell around the abused flesh and into his groin, Yunho’s cock growing hard intermittently as the blows continue and Yunho’s not sure exactly why it feels suddenly erotic. Changmin makes sure each hit comes down hard and as bruises begin to form, Yunho can’t help but squirm away from the abuse and into the table, willing himself not to get an erection in front of Changmin who would never let him live it down.
He distracts himself by taking a glance at the other boys who have managed to hang on, some of them barely holding back tears and others shouting. There are fewer of them now, only ten or so and Yunho likes his chances of pledging when the night is through. When Kangin declares the paddling over and does a final round of striking all the first years, they all let out a sigh of relief, wanting to drop to the ground but holding themselves up for inspection. Yunho is last again and in the time it takes for the other seniors to inspect and laugh at the embarrassed first years, Changmin manages to pinch his ass hard, the bruised flesh stinging as Kangin comes around.
It’s decided that Yunho looks the worst for wear, along with Kangin’s first year- a small boy named Ryeowook- but there’s to be no special treatment for any of them as they’re ordered to kneel and are tied together by the waist and blind-folded. Yunho’s skin burns with humiliation as they’re lead elsewhere, possibly outside and he wonders if Changmin had decided to skip the rest of the night now that the paddling was over and Yunho had refused to give in or if the man is staring at his naked body now, assessing how to best kick him out. It’s too hard to tell any of the seniors apart whilst blindfolded- Yunho doesn’t even know who he’s tied either side of as they all bump into each other before they’re ordered to stop. He’s still drunk as he feels something cool and damp over his chest and realises they’re writing on him and the other first years, no doubt drawing obscene things and writing crude slurs all over their skin. A hand touches his length briefly, laughter loud in his ears and he hears Kangin comment that at least he’s not small at the front too before something is written down his thigh.
The heavy weight of the alcohol is making Yunho feel ready to pass out which at least saves him from feeling too embarrassed as he’s scribbled all over and led about the university again, stumbling over grass. It isn’t until the small hours of the morning that they’re untied, feeling thoroughly exhausted, bruised and unwell though they’re merely handed maid uniforms and told to clean up the mess in the dorm whilst the seniors sleep.
Late in the afternoon and Yunho and the other first years are almost done, the seniors just waking and multiple trash bags neatly piled up. The rest of the fraternity has milled in and out of the dormitory all day, laughing at their dresses and intentionally making messes where they’ve just cleaned up and Yunho is almost thankful as the seniors don their cloaks and hoods again, leading them individually out into the campus as the sun begins to set. He’s a little less thankful as he’s tied to a flagpole, hugging the cool steel and his short skirt riding up embarrassingly.
Several people laugh at his predicament, though Yunho knows he’s not the only one tied up and humiliated on campus, it’s terrifying all the same. Hours pass and Yunho is desperate to sleep, urinate and eat, legs tired and he sits in an awkward crouch. As night falls and his skin grows cold, Yunho calls out to the first person he sees in the distance and jumps up in relief when they amble over. His sense of relief is quickly diminished when he realises it’s Changmin, no doubt walking back from dinner at one of the local restaurants- there’s even a bag of snacks from the local convenience store in his hand.
Changmin smirks as he recognises Yunho, reaching out to tug on the ruffles of his skirt. ‘You look good, Jung,’ he comments. ‘This must be where someone of your status belongs- perhaps you shouldn’t even bother with university and join a cleaning service now.’
Yunho wants to growl, snarl and kick at Changmin but as it gets later and darker, his chances of being untied get slimmer. He swallows his pride and anger, ‘Changmin, would you please untie me?’ he asks sweetly.
His charm normally works on most men and Changmin is rumoured to play for his team too.
‘Will you stop trying to pledge to my frat?’ the man raises his eyebrow in question, clearly loving the rush of power.
‘I don’t want to do that,’ Yunho pouts, blinking at Changmin innocently in a way he hopes the student will go for.
Changmin shrugs, unaffected. ‘Then I’m not inclined to help.’
The tall student begins walking off, back to the dormitories and Yunho panics, shouting out to him. ‘Wait! There must be some kind of compromise we can make, please untie me.’
‘You wouldn't want to make an agreement with a pretentious git like me, now, would you? That would be against your scruples,’ Changmin calls back, repeating the slur Yunho used against Changmin last year at the party.
Yunho lets out an infuriated shout as Changmin waves at him gleefully and walks out of sight.
It’s several more hours before Yunho is untied and it’s by the last person he would have expected to help. Kyuhun is one of the other few prodigal students in the fraternity, a sometimes friend of Changmin’s and like the tall boy, skipped a couple of years in high school making him one of the youngest seniors. He gives Yunho his final task to pass initiation and guarantee his chance to pledge: seduce Changmin into bed and stay there all night.
‘That’s insane!’ Yunho protests. ‘There must be something else I can do to pledge.’
‘We each got assigned a first year to give a mission and that’s what I’ve decided on,’ Kyuhun shrugs, completely free of empathy and Yunho knows he has no chance of changing the boy’s mind. ‘Take it or leave it.’
‘Why would you even choose that?’
Kyuhun grins maliciously. ‘It’s better than stealing something from the faculty,’ he points out and Yunho is forced to agree. ‘Besides, Changmin is a complete hard ass. I don’t think he’s been laid the last fortnight or so and I think it’s clear he desperately needs to. He never lets his conquests spend the night though- you have to manage at least six hours to pass.’
Yunho sighs and strongly doubts that Changmin is such an arrogant asshole simply because he’s horny. Still, seducing the guy should be relatively easy, the hard part will be keeping Changmin too occupied to kick him out the whole night. Slowly, he resigns himself to the idea.
‘When do I have to complete the mission by?’ he asks tiredly, rubbing at the slur written on his thigh and cursing the many hot showers he’s going to need to get all the permanent marker off.
‘Next Thursday, preferably that night actually,’ Kyuhun says eagerly. ‘Your ass will look less blue by then and it just happens to coincide with a big assignment’s due date and I know a lot of med students will be ridiculously fond of you if you happen to delay Shim’s progress.’
Yunho nods slowly, aware of the competitive streak amongst the medicine students. It’s something he’ll surely be subject to in the law department too.
‘The proof?’
‘Walk of shame the next morning of course,’ Kyuhun informs him. ‘Someone will be watching to see what time you enter his room.’
‘Fine,’ Yunho sighs loudly, ‘I accept.’
Kyuhun just smirks and pats him on the shoulder.
It takes Yunho three days of showering and scrubbing to clean his skin free of permanent marker, finding some very interesting things to note along the way. It takes longer for the bruises and soreness to fade, his classes made uncomfortable by the pain in his backside whenever he sits at his desk though Heechul and Jaejoong are the most sympathetic of the seniors, sheltering him in their dorm rooms. He spreads out on his tummy on their beds most afternoons and devises ways to seduce Changmin. Jaejoong tells him stories of the resident genius’ infamous conquests- the student apparently selecting his bed partner for just one fuck before kicking them out when his needs are fulfilled. It’s given Changmin an even colder image amongst the fraternity though Yunho has to wonder how such a jerk manages to seduce people with anything other than his good looks.
By the time Thursday rolls around, Yunho doesn’t have anything to go on other than the general consensus from Changmin’s previous lovers that the genius is good in bed and has a great body. That information doesn’t give Yunho much hope in getting Changmin to even let him in his dorm, let alone sleep with him. All Changmin’s ex-lovers are beautiful and lithe young things, though they seem to be lacking in intelligence. They’re nothing like Yunho who has a much sturdier, stronger, athletic body from years of sports, martial arts and dancing, his face is small but he doesn’t see himself as particularly pretty, unlike these boys. Yunho was already at a disadvantage with he and Changmin disliking each other but it’s off putting to know that he’s probably not the nerd’s type. In the end, Yunho abandons all caution and just knocks on Changmin’s dorm room door, books in one hand and a hefty bag of goods in the other.
As expected, Changmin looks less than pleased to see him when he opens the door.
‘What are you doing here, Jung?’ the student says flatly, expression bored.
‘I need help with an assignment,’ he gives Changmin a hesitant smile.
‘I’m not in Law and definitely not interested in helping you,’ Changmin goes to close his door and Yunho jams it with his foot, letting out a pained grunt.
It hurts but Changmin relinquishes his grip on the door a little, allowing Yunho to push it open and quickly slip in, closing it behind him.
‘I’ve heard you accept bribes,’ Yunho holds up the bag of snacks and beer, trying not to be intimidated by the man’s dark glare.
Changmin scowls but grabs the bag, rifling through it. ‘Only good ones,’ he mutters, ‘this isn’t a particularly good one.’
‘Come on, Changmin,’ Yunho pleads. ‘Help me out; everyone knows you’re the smartest on campus. They say you’re a genius- but you don’t think you can handle a little Law?’
‘I’m smart enough not to fall for that,’ Changmin rolls his eyes and attempts to herd Yunho back towards the door.
Yunho’s back presses against it and he refuses to budge or let Changmin’s slight height advantage threaten him.
‘I know you don’t like me, I’m not overly fond of you either. Do you really think I’d be here if I wasn’t a little bit desperate and lower myself to ask for your help?’
Changmin pauses and considers his words. It’s pretty humiliating for Yunho to be here under any circumstances, let alone his future attempts to seduce the student.
‘You have to call me hyung,’ Changmin smirks, ‘from now on. Whenever we run into each other, in front of all our peers, you call me hyung.’
Yunho grits his teeth and has to remind himself how wonderful being part of the fraternity will be. ‘Fine.’
‘I’ll look over it then,’ Changmin acquiesces, stepping back and opening a can of beer from the six-pack Yunho brought.
If Yunho didn’t have other plans for Changmin tonight, he’d be infuriated the pretentious snot wouldn’t finish the assignment for him after making that kind of deal. He opens his books over Changmin’s neat desk and pulls out the assignment brief, moving aside to let the man look over it as he takes in Changmin’s room. As Changmin reads, he wonders what tricks the student had to pull to get a single room in the dormitory. Personally, Yunho would prefer the company of a roommate but he supposes the privacy makes his plans a little easier. He slips into the seat from underneath Changmin whose long body looms over both him and the desk.
A half an hour later and despite his intentions, Yunho really does have a better grasp on his assignment and Changmin’s suggestions though debasing, are helpful. Worse yet, despite himself, Yunho is beginning to get aroused by Changmin’s scent, the other student pressed close, pointing out text from his books for Yunho to highlight. He finds himself staring at the genius’ wide lips as he swigs from another beer and wonders if he’s taking advantage if Changmin gets tipsy. To even it up, Yunho swipes a can for himself, drinking it quickly as he scrawls notes. It’s actually almost nice of Changmin to provide him with this much help, pointing out a lot more than he really has to and Yunho only calls him hyung five times, blushing every time. If Changmin needs to finish that assignment Kyuhun told him about, he makes no sign to show it. Yunho’s actually a little surprised Changmin hasn’t kicked him out yet and it’s that reassurance that makes him bold, tilting his head and pulling Changmin roughly down for a kiss.
‘What are you doing?’ Changmin asks, pulling back despite Yunho’s grip on his neck.
‘I wanted to thank you, hyung,’ Yunho tries to entice Changmin into kissing him again, mostly because this time, he really wants it.
Part 2
Author: vaguelynormal
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Prompt: A MinHo college frat boys story.
A/N: Prompt: Eager, sociable Yunho really wants to be a member of his university's top fraternity. But he has to endure a night of hazing.
Task: Get fucked all night by their Sex God member, Shim Changmin.
Yunho has always hated Changmin and visa versa. But that one night changes everything for both boys. Passion sparks. And college love blossoms. They fall in love.
For xxfergiexx with thanks for the lovely new banner she made us!
‘Hyung,’ Yunho whines, tugging at Heechul’s shirt, ‘you said you’d get me in.’
Heechul smacks at his hand and glares at him in a way that lets Yunho know he’ll pay for rumpling the expensive fabric of his friend’s shirt later.
‘I promised I’d make sure you were considered,’ Heechul argues, ‘and you are- you’re on the list of potential pledges. It has to be a unanimous vote and it’s certainly not my fault the resident nerd has it in for you.’
‘Can’t the head of the fraternity overlook it just once? I mean, he’s clearly being a pedant!’ Yunho moans, exasperated.
His friend shakes his head solemnly. ‘The head wants to keep Changmin in his good books. Where do you think half the seniors get their class notes from?’ Heechul asks him. ‘What did you do to piss off Changmin anyway?’
Yunho scowls and remembers the night he attended his college boyfriend’s frat party and met Changmin who was just a first year then, Yunho himself in his last year of high school. The boy had arrogantly insulted his boyfriend and Yunho had sprung to his defence, abusing him a little drunkenly and it must have stuck in Changmin’s mind for him to still remember and dislike Yunho even now.
‘I may have called him a few names and made fun of his ears,’ Yunho mumbles. ‘He’s such a pretentious little twat.’
‘He’s hardly little, especially those ears,’ Heechul snorts, ‘and my poor country bumpkin, you must have been quite drunk to cuss at anyone.’
His friend pats his head condescendingly as they make their way across the campus lawn.
‘Hyung, you’ve got to get me in,’ Yunho begs, taking Heechul’s books and carrying them for the elder as they’re handed to him. ‘All my friends are set to join or already brothers, I don’t see how Changmin’s opinion matters- he’s not even my senior.’
‘The kid isn’t my senior either but he has a lot of authority in the fraternity. He’s a powerful, calculating genius and almost everyone owes him a favour of some sort.’
Yunho makes a whining noise and pleads to Heechul with his eyes. His friend sighs and ruffles his hair again, rolling his eyes.
‘Come to the initiation tonight and I’ll talk to the others about it some more,’ Heechul finally gives in, taking his books back as they approach the dorm. ‘Changmin can usually be reasoned with, especially with the right bribe. I’d be kissing ass if I were you.’
It’s dark when they start the initiation, the fraternity trying to keep their raucous rituals secret from the university, though it’s really more of a party to start with and hardly a secret. The drinking games are all compulsory and Yunho and the other fifteen or so first years are struggling after the first hour or so. Yunho fairs a little better than some of the others, he knows to keep his mouth shut to appear less intoxicated and if he concentrates hard, it’s not that difficult to continue the games though he doesn’t relish the thought of swallowing another horrible concoction the seniors have mixed.
He’s glad he’s not losing when some of the boys are forced to shave their entire body, heads uneven and bald as they threaten to pass out on the floor. Although Yunho feels the need to pass out himself, he knows that if he misses the main rituals he’ll never be permitted to join the fraternity and Yunho wants that more than anything. Close to two in the morning and at least five of the boys have dropped out, failing to complete the challenges and Yunho mentally thanks his parents for his natural born athleticism.
The remaining are lined up against the communal dining table in the dorm, Yunho taking a spot on the end and feeling slightly intimidated by the seniors all dressed in hoods and shouting instructions. It’s then that Yunho spots Changmin wandering in and pinching a bottle of beer from the cooler. He frowns as the other seniors all call the tall boy over, several drawing back their hoods.
‘Why aren’t you wearing your robes, Changmin?’ Kangin slaps Changmin hard on the shoulder and Yunho’s mildly impressed when the man doesn’t flinch. ‘I thought you were already with us. Fraternity rules require all members to be present for initiation.’
‘I don’t feel the compulsion to look as idiotic as you,’ Changmin replies coolly, turning up his nose at all the first year students and Yunho hates him a little more for it. ‘And all this bores me.’
‘But the real fun is about to start,’ Kangin enthuses, waving a wooden paddle for them all to see and Yunho notices some of the students flinching.
He barks orders at the first years to strip and they move to obey without coordination, Yunho struggling with his buttons before he just rips his shirt above his head. When he’s done he notices Changmin glaring in his direction.
‘I thought I refused that one,’ the man points at Yunho and stares threateningly at Kangin. ‘Jung shouldn’t be here.’
Kangin and some of the other seniors titter with laughter, seemingly amused by their feud. ‘This is just initiation, Changmin. If you don’t want him to pledge you’ll just have to make sure he can’t complete it yourself,’ the dorm head offers Changmin a heavy looking paddle. ‘Pants off,’ he turns back to the first years and barks the order as they all stare at him dumbly. Yunho fumbles with the fly of his jeans, trying to push them down his thighs and not protest Changmin paddling him as he so sorely wants to.
‘This is archaic,’ Changmin remarks dryly, staring at the paddle in his hand with disgust.
‘Oh come on, this is perfect,’ Heechul chimes in, a little pissed judging by the way his words are slurred. ‘Deep down I’m sure you’ll find you really want to paddle Yunho’s ass black and blue. This is your opportunity- you know you want to,’ Heechul tempts Changmin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively before eyeing the Chinese exchange student in the line up and stumbling over.
‘Who would be interested in his flat ass?’ Changmin scoffs as Yunho finishes undressing, tripping slightly as he steps out of his pants and underwear, cupping his genitals from view. ‘It’s not like he has much to offer. I’d be more interested if we got that Junsu kid to pledge.’
Yunho cheeks burn red as the others all laugh and the first years peer curiously at his bottom. It’s humiliating enough being naked in front of his peers, knowing he’s about to be paddled but he doesn’t need Changmin tearing down his self esteem. He shoots Changmin a sharp glare but it seems to strengthen the student’s resolve, waving the paddle at Yunho tauntingly, a smug smirk on his wide lips.
‘I get to paddle everyone once before we begin,’ Kangin booms loudly, a large grin on his face, ‘even Jung’s lack of ass.’
At this point Yunho wants to melt into the floor but he holds his ground, feigning nonchalance as more laughter meets his ears and then they’re all ordered to brace themselves on the table. Some of the boys are clearly petrified but Yunho’s not that worried, he’s drunk enough to be a little numb and he’s always been good at managing pain. He grits his teeth as he hears Kangin’s paddle hit the flesh of the other first years and the cheers of the fraternity, knowing he’s last. His turn is painful, stinging in the cool air, but so abrupt Yunho’s a little surprised when it’s over that it doesn’t linger. He knows he really has to brace himself when the rest of the seniors approach, lining up behind them and Yunho glances back to see Changmin staring at his ass, heavy paddle in hand.
‘You should just leave now, Jung,’ Changmin threatens, ‘I’m not going to make this easy for you.’
‘Just shut up and get it over with,’ Yunho growls, throwing a glare over his shoulder before bracing himself firmly against the table.
Yunho can’t pay any attention to the tense atmosphere around him as he anticipates Changmin’s first strike. There are first years letting out small yelps or whimpers as they’re hit, but Yunho refuses to be one of them and vows to keep silent, however long and painful the abuse. Certainly, Changmin has had it in for him from the start but it really can’t be any worse than if he had Kangin or any of the other seniors paddling him. He hears Changmin shift behind him, the bastard no doubt trying to intimidate him by prolonging the first hit and Yunho can’t help but look back, witnessing Changmin’s arm raised for the swing before he feels it land, hard and jarring on his ass. He bites back a grunt as another strike falls quickly against his bottom, the taller man undoubtedly getting into a rhythm as the next painful blows come in succession and show no sign of stopping. Yunho’s skin stings with every loud smack of the flat wood against his skin and he presumes the flesh is red and hot, Changmin landing each strike precisely in the same spot, never losing strength.
The pain only increases over time and Yunho lets out a breath of relief when Changmin pauses for a moment, seemingly adjusting his clothes and panting from the exertion. He can’t bite back the surprised yelp he makes when fingers dig into the bruised flesh, squeezing his ass roughly and Yunho’s ashamed that the possessive touch turns him on a little. The hand withdraws only to strike him hard, flesh against flesh and Yunho knows it’s personal, meant to unsettle Yunho’s resolve as he’s manhandled, ass throbbing as Changmin alternates between spanking him and massaging him roughly. Yunho shifts his legs minutely as his cock begins to stir and internally thanks God for small mercies when Changmin finally moves back, picking up the paddle.
It would seem the fraternity’s resident genius hadn’t been using his preferred hand before and now he switches, raining harder blows on Yunho’s other cheek. A jolt goes through his stomach, hot and heady as he catches a glimpse of Changmin’s sadistic expression and he bites his lip hard, strangely aroused by the feel of the paddle smacking his behind, the flesh jiggling with the repercussion before he’s hit again and again. He feels blood swell around the abused flesh and into his groin, Yunho’s cock growing hard intermittently as the blows continue and Yunho’s not sure exactly why it feels suddenly erotic. Changmin makes sure each hit comes down hard and as bruises begin to form, Yunho can’t help but squirm away from the abuse and into the table, willing himself not to get an erection in front of Changmin who would never let him live it down.
He distracts himself by taking a glance at the other boys who have managed to hang on, some of them barely holding back tears and others shouting. There are fewer of them now, only ten or so and Yunho likes his chances of pledging when the night is through. When Kangin declares the paddling over and does a final round of striking all the first years, they all let out a sigh of relief, wanting to drop to the ground but holding themselves up for inspection. Yunho is last again and in the time it takes for the other seniors to inspect and laugh at the embarrassed first years, Changmin manages to pinch his ass hard, the bruised flesh stinging as Kangin comes around.
It’s decided that Yunho looks the worst for wear, along with Kangin’s first year- a small boy named Ryeowook- but there’s to be no special treatment for any of them as they’re ordered to kneel and are tied together by the waist and blind-folded. Yunho’s skin burns with humiliation as they’re lead elsewhere, possibly outside and he wonders if Changmin had decided to skip the rest of the night now that the paddling was over and Yunho had refused to give in or if the man is staring at his naked body now, assessing how to best kick him out. It’s too hard to tell any of the seniors apart whilst blindfolded- Yunho doesn’t even know who he’s tied either side of as they all bump into each other before they’re ordered to stop. He’s still drunk as he feels something cool and damp over his chest and realises they’re writing on him and the other first years, no doubt drawing obscene things and writing crude slurs all over their skin. A hand touches his length briefly, laughter loud in his ears and he hears Kangin comment that at least he’s not small at the front too before something is written down his thigh.
The heavy weight of the alcohol is making Yunho feel ready to pass out which at least saves him from feeling too embarrassed as he’s scribbled all over and led about the university again, stumbling over grass. It isn’t until the small hours of the morning that they’re untied, feeling thoroughly exhausted, bruised and unwell though they’re merely handed maid uniforms and told to clean up the mess in the dorm whilst the seniors sleep.
Late in the afternoon and Yunho and the other first years are almost done, the seniors just waking and multiple trash bags neatly piled up. The rest of the fraternity has milled in and out of the dormitory all day, laughing at their dresses and intentionally making messes where they’ve just cleaned up and Yunho is almost thankful as the seniors don their cloaks and hoods again, leading them individually out into the campus as the sun begins to set. He’s a little less thankful as he’s tied to a flagpole, hugging the cool steel and his short skirt riding up embarrassingly.
Several people laugh at his predicament, though Yunho knows he’s not the only one tied up and humiliated on campus, it’s terrifying all the same. Hours pass and Yunho is desperate to sleep, urinate and eat, legs tired and he sits in an awkward crouch. As night falls and his skin grows cold, Yunho calls out to the first person he sees in the distance and jumps up in relief when they amble over. His sense of relief is quickly diminished when he realises it’s Changmin, no doubt walking back from dinner at one of the local restaurants- there’s even a bag of snacks from the local convenience store in his hand.
Changmin smirks as he recognises Yunho, reaching out to tug on the ruffles of his skirt. ‘You look good, Jung,’ he comments. ‘This must be where someone of your status belongs- perhaps you shouldn’t even bother with university and join a cleaning service now.’
Yunho wants to growl, snarl and kick at Changmin but as it gets later and darker, his chances of being untied get slimmer. He swallows his pride and anger, ‘Changmin, would you please untie me?’ he asks sweetly.
His charm normally works on most men and Changmin is rumoured to play for his team too.
‘Will you stop trying to pledge to my frat?’ the man raises his eyebrow in question, clearly loving the rush of power.
‘I don’t want to do that,’ Yunho pouts, blinking at Changmin innocently in a way he hopes the student will go for.
Changmin shrugs, unaffected. ‘Then I’m not inclined to help.’
The tall student begins walking off, back to the dormitories and Yunho panics, shouting out to him. ‘Wait! There must be some kind of compromise we can make, please untie me.’
‘You wouldn't want to make an agreement with a pretentious git like me, now, would you? That would be against your scruples,’ Changmin calls back, repeating the slur Yunho used against Changmin last year at the party.
Yunho lets out an infuriated shout as Changmin waves at him gleefully and walks out of sight.
It’s several more hours before Yunho is untied and it’s by the last person he would have expected to help. Kyuhun is one of the other few prodigal students in the fraternity, a sometimes friend of Changmin’s and like the tall boy, skipped a couple of years in high school making him one of the youngest seniors. He gives Yunho his final task to pass initiation and guarantee his chance to pledge: seduce Changmin into bed and stay there all night.
‘That’s insane!’ Yunho protests. ‘There must be something else I can do to pledge.’
‘We each got assigned a first year to give a mission and that’s what I’ve decided on,’ Kyuhun shrugs, completely free of empathy and Yunho knows he has no chance of changing the boy’s mind. ‘Take it or leave it.’
‘Why would you even choose that?’
Kyuhun grins maliciously. ‘It’s better than stealing something from the faculty,’ he points out and Yunho is forced to agree. ‘Besides, Changmin is a complete hard ass. I don’t think he’s been laid the last fortnight or so and I think it’s clear he desperately needs to. He never lets his conquests spend the night though- you have to manage at least six hours to pass.’
Yunho sighs and strongly doubts that Changmin is such an arrogant asshole simply because he’s horny. Still, seducing the guy should be relatively easy, the hard part will be keeping Changmin too occupied to kick him out the whole night. Slowly, he resigns himself to the idea.
‘When do I have to complete the mission by?’ he asks tiredly, rubbing at the slur written on his thigh and cursing the many hot showers he’s going to need to get all the permanent marker off.
‘Next Thursday, preferably that night actually,’ Kyuhun says eagerly. ‘Your ass will look less blue by then and it just happens to coincide with a big assignment’s due date and I know a lot of med students will be ridiculously fond of you if you happen to delay Shim’s progress.’
Yunho nods slowly, aware of the competitive streak amongst the medicine students. It’s something he’ll surely be subject to in the law department too.
‘The proof?’
‘Walk of shame the next morning of course,’ Kyuhun informs him. ‘Someone will be watching to see what time you enter his room.’
‘Fine,’ Yunho sighs loudly, ‘I accept.’
Kyuhun just smirks and pats him on the shoulder.
It takes Yunho three days of showering and scrubbing to clean his skin free of permanent marker, finding some very interesting things to note along the way. It takes longer for the bruises and soreness to fade, his classes made uncomfortable by the pain in his backside whenever he sits at his desk though Heechul and Jaejoong are the most sympathetic of the seniors, sheltering him in their dorm rooms. He spreads out on his tummy on their beds most afternoons and devises ways to seduce Changmin. Jaejoong tells him stories of the resident genius’ infamous conquests- the student apparently selecting his bed partner for just one fuck before kicking them out when his needs are fulfilled. It’s given Changmin an even colder image amongst the fraternity though Yunho has to wonder how such a jerk manages to seduce people with anything other than his good looks.
By the time Thursday rolls around, Yunho doesn’t have anything to go on other than the general consensus from Changmin’s previous lovers that the genius is good in bed and has a great body. That information doesn’t give Yunho much hope in getting Changmin to even let him in his dorm, let alone sleep with him. All Changmin’s ex-lovers are beautiful and lithe young things, though they seem to be lacking in intelligence. They’re nothing like Yunho who has a much sturdier, stronger, athletic body from years of sports, martial arts and dancing, his face is small but he doesn’t see himself as particularly pretty, unlike these boys. Yunho was already at a disadvantage with he and Changmin disliking each other but it’s off putting to know that he’s probably not the nerd’s type. In the end, Yunho abandons all caution and just knocks on Changmin’s dorm room door, books in one hand and a hefty bag of goods in the other.
As expected, Changmin looks less than pleased to see him when he opens the door.
‘What are you doing here, Jung?’ the student says flatly, expression bored.
‘I need help with an assignment,’ he gives Changmin a hesitant smile.
‘I’m not in Law and definitely not interested in helping you,’ Changmin goes to close his door and Yunho jams it with his foot, letting out a pained grunt.
It hurts but Changmin relinquishes his grip on the door a little, allowing Yunho to push it open and quickly slip in, closing it behind him.
‘I’ve heard you accept bribes,’ Yunho holds up the bag of snacks and beer, trying not to be intimidated by the man’s dark glare.
Changmin scowls but grabs the bag, rifling through it. ‘Only good ones,’ he mutters, ‘this isn’t a particularly good one.’
‘Come on, Changmin,’ Yunho pleads. ‘Help me out; everyone knows you’re the smartest on campus. They say you’re a genius- but you don’t think you can handle a little Law?’
‘I’m smart enough not to fall for that,’ Changmin rolls his eyes and attempts to herd Yunho back towards the door.
Yunho’s back presses against it and he refuses to budge or let Changmin’s slight height advantage threaten him.
‘I know you don’t like me, I’m not overly fond of you either. Do you really think I’d be here if I wasn’t a little bit desperate and lower myself to ask for your help?’
Changmin pauses and considers his words. It’s pretty humiliating for Yunho to be here under any circumstances, let alone his future attempts to seduce the student.
‘You have to call me hyung,’ Changmin smirks, ‘from now on. Whenever we run into each other, in front of all our peers, you call me hyung.’
Yunho grits his teeth and has to remind himself how wonderful being part of the fraternity will be. ‘Fine.’
‘I’ll look over it then,’ Changmin acquiesces, stepping back and opening a can of beer from the six-pack Yunho brought.
If Yunho didn’t have other plans for Changmin tonight, he’d be infuriated the pretentious snot wouldn’t finish the assignment for him after making that kind of deal. He opens his books over Changmin’s neat desk and pulls out the assignment brief, moving aside to let the man look over it as he takes in Changmin’s room. As Changmin reads, he wonders what tricks the student had to pull to get a single room in the dormitory. Personally, Yunho would prefer the company of a roommate but he supposes the privacy makes his plans a little easier. He slips into the seat from underneath Changmin whose long body looms over both him and the desk.
A half an hour later and despite his intentions, Yunho really does have a better grasp on his assignment and Changmin’s suggestions though debasing, are helpful. Worse yet, despite himself, Yunho is beginning to get aroused by Changmin’s scent, the other student pressed close, pointing out text from his books for Yunho to highlight. He finds himself staring at the genius’ wide lips as he swigs from another beer and wonders if he’s taking advantage if Changmin gets tipsy. To even it up, Yunho swipes a can for himself, drinking it quickly as he scrawls notes. It’s actually almost nice of Changmin to provide him with this much help, pointing out a lot more than he really has to and Yunho only calls him hyung five times, blushing every time. If Changmin needs to finish that assignment Kyuhun told him about, he makes no sign to show it. Yunho’s actually a little surprised Changmin hasn’t kicked him out yet and it’s that reassurance that makes him bold, tilting his head and pulling Changmin roughly down for a kiss.
‘What are you doing?’ Changmin asks, pulling back despite Yunho’s grip on his neck.
‘I wanted to thank you, hyung,’ Yunho tries to entice Changmin into kissing him again, mostly because this time, he really wants it.
Part 2