The Porcelain Treasure - the Sequel Part 2
The limo pulled up to Changmin’s place; Yoochun frowning because Junsu had left him high and dry.
“Oh well,” he thought, “maybe Changmin will fuck me.”
The doll kissed Junsu passionately on the lips; he trembled as the limo drove away; tears welled in his eyes. He did not like being separated from his true love.
Entering the club, he was greeted by Changmin’s girls. They were all young and beautiful, but Changmin had told him to stay away from them. Yoochun wanted a girl; maybe not as much as he wanted Junsu, but he was curious. They were small and curvaceous; he imagined them naked; feeling their soft bodies rubbing up against him; his rigid length buried deep inside them.
The girls flocked to him, called him oppa and tried to cop a feel. They made him blush; his cock twitching as they rubbed up against him.
“Sorry,” he said in his deep voice; the girls fanning themselves as he took the elevator to Changmin’s suite.
The girls made him feel strange. There was something about them; they triggered something in his brain. A voice in his head told him to resist them; they would lead to his downfall.
As he opened the door to Changmin’s suite, he felt at ease. The club owner greeted him with a smile. Yoochun pounced on him, pushing him onto the bed.
“I know, I know,” Changmin spoke. “Let’s fuck.”
Yoochun hastily undressed himself; his eyes never leaving Changmin’s body. The club owner stripped himself naked; Yoochun licking his lips seductively. The doll smothered Changmin with kisses; they tossed and turned about the bed; Yoochun wasting no time; he presented himself to Changmin who gladly stretched the doll out with his strong fingers. Changmin’s huge cock penetrated Yoochun’s tight ass; the doll mewling with every thrust. The doll came quickly; sooner than he wanted; Changmin still slamming into him until he reached his breaking point. Spilling; Changmin slumped against the doll; calming his breathing until he could speak.
“You’re such a pimp, Chun.”
The doll looked at him quizzically.
“What’s a pimp?”
Changmin chuckled.
“You’ve only been alive for 5 months, and in that time you have fucked the two wealthiest men in town. You live in a mansion by day and a penthouse by night. You wear the best clothes, ride a round in a limo and eat and drink at the finest establishments. Everyone wants you, yet no one knows who you really are. You are an enigma; a mystery. You are like James Bond; but instead of a license to kill, you have a license to thrill.”
The doll raised an eyebrow.
“Is that a good thing?”
Changmin sighed.
“Shut up and go to sleep now.”
The two men curled up next to each other.
“Changmin, I don’t like to sleep.”
The club owner seemed annoyed.
“You need to sleep. It’s a part of being human.”
Yoochun frowned; his lower lip trembling. Changmin could tell he was going to cry.
“I’m afraid to sleep. I have…what do you call them?”
Changmin looked at the doll and saw his pain.
“Dreams? You have bad dreams?”
The doll nodded his head.
Changmin snuggled up to the doll. Holding him tight he whispered into Yoochun’s ear.
“Don’t worry. Junsu and I will protect you. We will keep you safe.”
Yoochun felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He moaned softly into Changmin’s neck.
“I love you Changmin.”
The club owner cried; he knew that Yoochun’s love for him was real; but he acknowledged that the doll’s love for him was different. Changmin was his friend, his fuck buddy; the one he came to when he needed pure, unadulterated sex. Junsu was his true love; the one that made his heart flutter; his body yearn. Changmin was the one Yoochun came for when he was sexually frustrated. Junsu was away on business more than Yoochun could tolerate. He wanted to accompany his true love, but it wasn’t prudent. At first Changmin was a baby sitter; keeping the immature and inexperienced doll out of trouble. But as time went by; Changmin became his confidant; the doll expressing his inner thoughts to the club owner who tried to keep the doll calm and on an even keel. Changmin taught him things; not just sex, but the ways of the world. Changmin had become a teacher; a mentor. Their relationship had blossomed overnight.
As Yoochun drifted asleep; content in Changmin’s embrace, the club owner smiled. Love in any shape or form was still love.
“I love you too,” he breathed; closing his eyes as exhaustion finally overcame him.
Glass shattered in the basement of Jae and Yunho’s little emporium. It awoke them; startled they ran down the stairs, thinking they would catch a burglar with his hands in their cash register. After determining that nothing was stolen, they turned on the basement light. Creeping down the narrow steps, base ball bat in his hands, Yunho surveyed the damage.
“Look Jae, in the corner. A glass display case is broken.”
They examined it diligently.
“Oh my God,” Jae exclaimed, “something was in this case. Something got out.”
They followed what looked like a trail to the basement window. It was open.
“Holy shit.”
The two shivered in the cold.
What was in the case? Was it another creepy doll come to life? What could have triggered it?
The two men were frightened. This was too much for them to handle. Jae was beginning to regret having purchased the quaint emporium. The place was turning out to be a freak show.
The two men cleaned up the basement. When they were done they secured all the locks in the store. They curled into bed, shivering in fear. They couldn’t sleep. Finally they passed out; unaware of the lone figure which staggered through the streets that night. It was searching; searching for something, or was it someone? The figure carried a glass shard in its grip. It menacingly plunged the broken glass in the air. As it meandered down an alley way it spoke, its voice low and weak.
“Yoochun. I’m coming for you. Nothing will stop me. Say goodbye to your Junsu. Say goodbye to him forever.”
“Oh well,” he thought, “maybe Changmin will fuck me.”
The doll kissed Junsu passionately on the lips; he trembled as the limo drove away; tears welled in his eyes. He did not like being separated from his true love.
Entering the club, he was greeted by Changmin’s girls. They were all young and beautiful, but Changmin had told him to stay away from them. Yoochun wanted a girl; maybe not as much as he wanted Junsu, but he was curious. They were small and curvaceous; he imagined them naked; feeling their soft bodies rubbing up against him; his rigid length buried deep inside them.
The girls flocked to him, called him oppa and tried to cop a feel. They made him blush; his cock twitching as they rubbed up against him.
“Sorry,” he said in his deep voice; the girls fanning themselves as he took the elevator to Changmin’s suite.
The girls made him feel strange. There was something about them; they triggered something in his brain. A voice in his head told him to resist them; they would lead to his downfall.
As he opened the door to Changmin’s suite, he felt at ease. The club owner greeted him with a smile. Yoochun pounced on him, pushing him onto the bed.
“I know, I know,” Changmin spoke. “Let’s fuck.”
Yoochun hastily undressed himself; his eyes never leaving Changmin’s body. The club owner stripped himself naked; Yoochun licking his lips seductively. The doll smothered Changmin with kisses; they tossed and turned about the bed; Yoochun wasting no time; he presented himself to Changmin who gladly stretched the doll out with his strong fingers. Changmin’s huge cock penetrated Yoochun’s tight ass; the doll mewling with every thrust. The doll came quickly; sooner than he wanted; Changmin still slamming into him until he reached his breaking point. Spilling; Changmin slumped against the doll; calming his breathing until he could speak.
“You’re such a pimp, Chun.”
The doll looked at him quizzically.
“What’s a pimp?”
Changmin chuckled.
“You’ve only been alive for 5 months, and in that time you have fucked the two wealthiest men in town. You live in a mansion by day and a penthouse by night. You wear the best clothes, ride a round in a limo and eat and drink at the finest establishments. Everyone wants you, yet no one knows who you really are. You are an enigma; a mystery. You are like James Bond; but instead of a license to kill, you have a license to thrill.”
The doll raised an eyebrow.
“Is that a good thing?”
Changmin sighed.
“Shut up and go to sleep now.”
The two men curled up next to each other.
“Changmin, I don’t like to sleep.”
The club owner seemed annoyed.
“You need to sleep. It’s a part of being human.”
Yoochun frowned; his lower lip trembling. Changmin could tell he was going to cry.
“I’m afraid to sleep. I have…what do you call them?”
Changmin looked at the doll and saw his pain.
“Dreams? You have bad dreams?”
The doll nodded his head.
Changmin snuggled up to the doll. Holding him tight he whispered into Yoochun’s ear.
“Don’t worry. Junsu and I will protect you. We will keep you safe.”
Yoochun felt a warm and fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He moaned softly into Changmin’s neck.
“I love you Changmin.”
The club owner cried; he knew that Yoochun’s love for him was real; but he acknowledged that the doll’s love for him was different. Changmin was his friend, his fuck buddy; the one he came to when he needed pure, unadulterated sex. Junsu was his true love; the one that made his heart flutter; his body yearn. Changmin was the one Yoochun came for when he was sexually frustrated. Junsu was away on business more than Yoochun could tolerate. He wanted to accompany his true love, but it wasn’t prudent. At first Changmin was a baby sitter; keeping the immature and inexperienced doll out of trouble. But as time went by; Changmin became his confidant; the doll expressing his inner thoughts to the club owner who tried to keep the doll calm and on an even keel. Changmin taught him things; not just sex, but the ways of the world. Changmin had become a teacher; a mentor. Their relationship had blossomed overnight.
As Yoochun drifted asleep; content in Changmin’s embrace, the club owner smiled. Love in any shape or form was still love.
“I love you too,” he breathed; closing his eyes as exhaustion finally overcame him.
Glass shattered in the basement of Jae and Yunho’s little emporium. It awoke them; startled they ran down the stairs, thinking they would catch a burglar with his hands in their cash register. After determining that nothing was stolen, they turned on the basement light. Creeping down the narrow steps, base ball bat in his hands, Yunho surveyed the damage.
“Look Jae, in the corner. A glass display case is broken.”
They examined it diligently.
“Oh my God,” Jae exclaimed, “something was in this case. Something got out.”
They followed what looked like a trail to the basement window. It was open.
“Holy shit.”
The two shivered in the cold.
What was in the case? Was it another creepy doll come to life? What could have triggered it?
The two men were frightened. This was too much for them to handle. Jae was beginning to regret having purchased the quaint emporium. The place was turning out to be a freak show.
The two men cleaned up the basement. When they were done they secured all the locks in the store. They curled into bed, shivering in fear. They couldn’t sleep. Finally they passed out; unaware of the lone figure which staggered through the streets that night. It was searching; searching for something, or was it someone? The figure carried a glass shard in its grip. It menacingly plunged the broken glass in the air. As it meandered down an alley way it spoke, its voice low and weak.
“Yoochun. I’m coming for you. Nothing will stop me. Say goodbye to your Junsu. Say goodbye to him forever.”