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Title: Untitled
Pairing: OT3 - JongTaeHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When one of the people you trust most with your life betrays, who are you left to trust?
It was just another regular day at school for Taemin. His classes seemed to drag on through the day and even lunch was boring. Kibum hyung had skipped the day to go shopping with friends from an all girl school and that left Taemin with no one to talk to. He huffed and puffed his way through the rest of class and when the clock finally struck three o’clock he was one of the first to bolt for the door and head towards the school gates. He had a mountain of homework he had piled up and wasn’t looking forward to doing any of it. Maybe he could convince his older brother to finally help him with something but so far the elder was too busy with his own workload to spare any time for Taemin. The thought was said but Jinki was studying hard to get into one of the top medical schools so he could continue study medicine and follow in their father’s footsteps to become a doctor. College life had taken its toll on Jinki had he had set himself on a strict schedule to study so he’d stay on top of all his classes. A proud smile flashed over Taemin’s face at the thought and he almost didn’t hear the voice calling his name.
Almost hardly ever counted for anything these days.
Taemin turned his head when he heard his name and spotted his tall hyung, waving and running towards him. Taemin perked up slightly as Minho finally ran over and gave him a soft punch on the shoulder. “Been looking for you everywhere. A hyung of mine is visiting from the university. He’s a friend of Jinki’s and said he wanted to come and hang with you and your brother. Jinki already went to meet him so I came to drag you along.” The words flowed out of Minho as the usually quiet boy gave a soft smile. Taemin was excited that Jinki was actually out of the house and wanted to meet the person responsible. He flashed Minho a bright smile and nodded. “Yeah I want to meet him.”
Minho gave Taemin an odd smile and nodded his head toward the school gates, leading the way towards the meeting place. Taemin should have noticed something was wrong when Minho actually spoke more than three words at a time but he trusted Minho and there was no way he could have imagined his tall, strong hyung who protected him from the bullies would be the one to lead him into this sort of thing. It seemed Taemin didn’t know the real Minho at all. Unfortunately, he was about to.
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Taemin should have questioned Minho when they started to leave the nicer side of town and traverse in the slums of downtown. Prostitutes and whores catcalled to Taemin and he skittered forward to hide in Minho’s shadow. The teen licked his lips slowly and tugged on the back of Minho’s jacket. “Are we almost there…” Minho glanced over his shoulder and nodded, giving Taemin a reassuring smile that set the boy’s heart at ease for the moment. Minho would never lead him into any kind of trouble because…well it was Minho. Captain of the soccer team, class president for his year, and all around good guy. Minho never did anything wrong or stepped out of line. That would be very…unMinho-y. Taemin scrunched up his nose at the word and gave a quiet laugh to himself.
“See. We’re here.” Minho pushed open the door to an apartment complex and nodded for Taemin to come inside with him. Taemin let out a relieved sigh and headed inside, following Minho up the stairs. The room they seemed to be seeking was on the fourth floor and after the endless walking Taemin was tired. He leaned on Minho’s side a little as the boy produced a key and opened the door, nodding for Taemin to go in front of him. Taemin was glad they finally reached their destination as he walked in and kicked off his shoes at the door. “Jinki hyung?” He called out curiously as Minho stepped inside behind him. “Minho hyung where’s my bro-“ Taemin’s words were cut off as a rag was forced over his mouth and nose, Minho’s strong arm wrapping around the boy as he smelled in the chloroform.
Slowly Taemin’s vision started to blur as the chemicals worked their way through his veins. He spotted a figure coming out of one of the rooms but his eyes were swimming too much to make out who it was. All he could hear was the person’s voice as came closer, a soft chuckle escaping the man as Taemin slowly fell forward onto the floor. “You picked a good one Minho. Let’s grab him and go.” Taemin protested in mumbles and slurred words as he was lifted off the floor by two pairs of strong arms and taken back out of the room. All he could see were a few brief flashes of light before darkness finally overcame him and he passed out cold.
So much for Minho never doing anything wrong.
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A splash of water across his face brought Taemin back to his senses. He blinked his blurry eyes and shook the water from his face, looking around in a panic. He was in an apartment room he could tell that much but the windows were covered with boards and the only light in the room came from a sole lamp that was devoid of any covering. He looked down at himself and found he was in his undershirt and boxers. This caused him to freak out and try to scream but any noise he tried to produce was cut off by the duct tape wrapped around his mouth. He tried to move his arms but they were tied to the chair he was sitting in, arms aching from being held behind his back for so long.
How long had been out? Were his parents worrying? What about Jinki? Had they kidnapped Jinki as well?
The poisonous word filtered its way through his brain as he realized he had been kidnapped. He had walked blindly into this trap and it brought hot tears of betrayal to his eyes. How could Minho do something like this to him? He had trusted the elder and now he was bound and gagged to a chair, half naked and at the mercy of his captors. A choked sob wracked through his tiny frame as he looked up and spotted the two silent males staring at him from across the room. He spotted Minho immediately and screamed at him from behind the duct tape, tears coming harder as he wiggled and fought in the chair. The other male was a stranger to him, his eyes dark and face made of sharp angles under sun kissed skin. This must be the man who was supposedly Jinki’s friend.
“I think he’s awake enough Minho.” The stranger turned and nodded to Minho who stood and grabbed a pair of scissors from the table next to him. At the sight of the metal, Taemin’s efforts to get free double and he screamed louder from behind the tape. The elder male sighed and nodded to Minho who struck a hand across Taemin’s cheek, head snapping to the side as he became quiet, too stunned from the blow to remember how to make any noise. Minho had never struck him before but now he did it as if it was something he did every day. Maybe it was. How many other helpless victims had he tricked and dragged to this room for his and his friends’ entertainment?
“Quiet.” Minho spoke the unneeded word as he brought the scissors forward and started to cut Taemin’s shirt away. The scared boy shivered and stayed as still as possible, the cold kiss of the metal against his skin bringing goose bumps up, a pitiful whine coming out unwanted. The useless strips of shirt were tugged from his body and tossed away into a garbage bag. The stranger gave a soft sound and Taemin’s lithe body was exposed. He had little muscle under his skin from his dancing but he had never been able to produce anything worthwhile. His skin was seemed starkly pale under the harsh light of the lamp so close, his body mostly devoid of any extra body hair. Jinki had always playfully teased him about that but no matter how much he willed his body, the only hair that really grew was the auburn mess sitting on his head.
Minho’s large hands ran over his chest slowly causing Taemin to flinch and try to move away. Minho raised his hand again to deliver a slap but a cough from the stranger stopped him. “Don’t damage the goods Minho.” Minho turned and nodded, returning to letting his hands roam over the youth’s body. His fingers circled and pinched Taemin’s nipples until they were perky and hard. There were slight waves of pleasure running through his veins but he pushed them aside, giving Minho a pitiful gaze, hoping the boy would come to his senses and free Taemin but it was all to no avail. Taemin started to hope that perhaps they wouldn’t really do anything to him. It was a foolish hope but if they got off from maybe only this they would let him go. He’d gladly forget about this day and act as if he wasn’t kidnapped and violated. Who would be stupid enough to admit something like this to anyone? Not him. Minho let his blunt fingernails trail down to Taemin’s thighs and the boy slammed his legs tight together. Minho looked back at the stranger and he gave a slow nod, another dizzying slap coming across Taemin’s face. He whined out in pain but wouldn’t let Minho open his legs the slightest.
“This one is a fighter.” The stranger chuckled and let Minho slap Taemin a few more times until his legs finally came open. The tall boy moved his hands up and down Taemin’s inner thighs, massaging the pale skin. Taemin tried to fight off the surge of pleasure from the touches but it was harder this time around. He felt disgusted with himself, able to feel anything but hate and revulsion towards Minho and the mysterious man doing this to him. There was no pleading that could get through to them and the duct tape over his lips stopped just about all sound he could make besides the occasional whimper. Minho’s rough fingers slowly ran their way higher against his thigh towards his most sensitive area. Taemin attempted to scoot the chair away but Minho’s other hand came and held the chair steady.
When Minho’s fingers finally wrapped around his cock Taemin let out a low moan, hips bucking up into the elder’s hand before he struggled against his bonds harder, trying to loosen the handcuffs that chafed against his skin and left red marks in its place. Minho started to pump him slowly, squeezing him tight as two pairs of dark eyes watched the youth squirm and struggle in the chair, hips starting to move on their own accord. It wasn’t long before a wet spot started to form in the front of his boxers, another choked sob escaping from Taemin as he tried not to let himself be so aroused by this. The stain started to grow as Minho increased his efforts, long limbed boy shifting to mouth the head of the youth’s cock through the soiled boxers. Taemin couldn’t help the moan that was caused from this and bucked upwards towards Minho’s mouth, the warmth spreading through his body as he twitched and shivered in the chair.
Minho glanced back towards the other silent boy waiting in the corner and turned back to give Taemin a rueful grin. Taemin had no time to protest as his boxers were stripped away from his body. His hardened cock sprang upwards and slapped against his stomach, a clear string of pre connecting his skin together. Taemin looked down at Minho with pathetic eyes, silently begging him to stop this madness but even if Minho wanted to stop he couldn’t. The tall boy leaned forward and let the tip of his tongue sweep up the length of the bound boy’s cock, swirling it around the head and collecting the steady stream of pre cum that flowed forth. A low groan came muffled from the boy’s covered mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head. This was too much stimulus for his virgin body to handle and he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm coiling around in his stomach like molten lava.
Taemin was too busy drowning in the wave of bliss that crashed over him to realize Minho was shuffled around for something until a sudden tightness was placed around the base of his cock. His eyes snapped open and he looked down to see a cock ring snuggly resting on him. His eyes flashed up to Minho who only offered a soft smirk before parting his lips to envelop the boy’s head. It seemed there was a good reason for the cock ring because the moment Minho applied the slightest bit of suction; Taemin’s hips lifted up as his first orgasm washed over him, the action painful with his inability to cum because of the cock ring. His body slumped down against the chair as he whined out, his want to have a proper orgasm growing strong suddenly, muscles twitching like mad under his skin. Tiny beads of sweat started to pop up against his skin from the exertion and with the way the light hit his body it seemed to make him shimmer in the otherwise dark room.
Taemin wasn’t sure why Minho seemed so skilled at what he was doing but it could be the fact that this was his first blow job ever. Regardless the boy’s shaggy haired head bobbed up and down his length slowly, nose burying into the short scruff of Taemin’s pubic hair. Minho pushed Taemin’s legs apart further for him and Taemin obeyed readily, mind still caught in the fog of his dry orgasm to think to protest. The soft drag of Minho’s teeth against his sensitive cock sent another shiver through his body as he pushed his hips higher, needing to feel more of Minho’s mouth. The moment he truly started to enjoy himself Minho pulled away and stood up, thumbing his bottom lip slowly. The stranger finally stood up and swung a pair of small keys around one of his fingers. Taemin blinked rapidly and squirmed in his chair more, trying to get away before anything else happened to him.
“Minho, grab his shoulders.” The short boy walked around behind the chair and unlocked the handcuffs from one of Taemin’s wrist, watching the boy try to shoot up but couldn’t get anywhere with Minho pinning them down. The two boys wrestled with Taemin and moved him onto the bed, another pair of handcuffs being produced as they cuffed him to the bedposts, letting his legs kick and flail around helplessly. Minho pulled up a black duffle bag and unzipped it, speaking quietly to the other boy as they pulled out two or three toys. Taemin’s eyes widened at this and he redoubled his efforts, hissing softly between his teeth when the skin on his wrists started to peel again from the metal.
The unnamed boy looked over and shook his head, grabbing a string of green beads and nodded his head towards Taemin who moved onto the bed and grabbed the back of his knees, forcing the youth to bend in half. “My name is Jonghyun and if you play nice you can walk out of here alive. Well…limp maybe.” Jonghyun gave a dark chuckle as he leaned forward and inserted the first bead into Taemin’s ass. They were easily the size of large grapes and the only way Taemin could describe them was that they hurt. A lot. He tried to push them back out but was rewarded with having two more pushed inside. A low gasp of pain came from his lips as he wiggled and found that did little to alleviate the pain. Jonghyun pushed in another two before stopping, moving farther up on the bed to kneel down next to Taemn’s head. “Are you ready to be a good boy?”
Taemin’s head nodded furiously as he looked up at Jonghyun through tear blurred eyes. The boy gave a smile filled with sharp teeth and dark intentions as he unzipped his pants and let his cock fall out, throbbing and angry. Jonghyun slapped his cock down against Taemin’s cheek, leaving a wet spot of pre on the boy’s face. Jonghyun reached down and ripped the duct tape off of Taemin’s mouth, a pitiful whine coming out as a result. “Open up and no teeth.” Taemin kept his lips pressed tight together, refusing to give the elder man the satisfaction. Jonghyun glanced over at Minho, who wordlessly pushed in another bead. Taemin grunted out from the pain and reluctantly opened his mouth. Jonghyun’s fingers curled into the boy’s russet hair and yanked his head upwards, driving his cock inside. Taemin gave a soft cough as he gagged on the thick length and tried to pull back to breathe but Jonghyun held him still.
“Through your nose.” Taemin didn’t understand what he meant at first until he took a deep gulp in through his flared nostrils and calmed down. He closed his eyes and slowly started to bob his head on the elder’s cock. Jonghyun let out a soft groan and loosened his fingers in the boy’s hair, smoothing it back from his face. Taemin was surprised by the sudden gentle action but he didn’t let it fool him. There was nothing either of them could do that would make his situation any better. Besides let him go but that seemed a far off cry at the moment.
Jonghyun’s fingers started to tighten in his hair again slowly, pushing his head forward as the tip of his cock started to bang into the back of his throat. Taemin felt like he would start gagging again as he opened his throat and swallowed softly to get rid of some of the moisture. Whatever he did seemed to have a desired effect because Jonghyun tightened his jaw and leaned over to support himself on the wall, hips slapping down as he came hard into the boy’s mouth. Taemin cough and was forced to swallow ever bit of the foul liquid, feeling soiled and dirty, tears of shame springing to his eyes as he cried quietly. Jonghyun pulled his cock free and gave a soft chuckle, moving to softly pull the beads out of his ass.
A soft sigh of relief passed through his lips as he let his tired body relax down against the bed. He hoped he could have some time to recover from the sexual onslaught but his two captors had other ideas. Minho moved to rest by Taemin’s head as Jonghyun picked up another one of the toys they had pulled out of the duffle bag. Taemin didn’t want to look and see what it was, his attention diverted as Minho pulled out his cock and waved it expectantly in front of Taemin’s face. Taemin opened his mouth slowly, the taste of Jonghyun still on his tongue as Minho plunged his cock inside. He wasn’t as nice, if he could be called that, as Jonghyun and started to fuck down into Taemin’s mouth without warning. He opened his throat quickly and closed his eyes, unable to do anything but let Minho have his way. There was a slight prodding at his ass but he couldn’t focus on anything else besides Minho’s grunting.
That was until Jonghyun pushed in the head of the vibrator. Then Taemin had to split his attention to the cock in his mouth and the artificial one being shoved into his ass. There was no lubrication or preparation, only the burn of having something that shouldn’t be there shoved inside of him. The youth wiggled around and tried to get used to being so full suddenly but there was no helping it. He whined pitifully around Minho’s cock as Jonghyun twisted and worked the toy in and out of his body. Then something very strange happen when Jonghyun turned the vibrator the right way and hit a spot deep within his body that sent a surge of pleasure running through his veins. Jonghyun smirked and flipped the vibrator on, leaving it there as he stood and sat down in the chair that once held Taemin captive, watching Minho grunt as his cock moved in and out of the boy’s mouth, lips stretched thin and shining red from the abuse.
It only took a few more thrusts before Minho was coming into Taemin’s mouth, the tall boy pulling out and letting a string of milky substance shoot out of hit him in the cheek. Taemin wanted to spit it out but one look at Minho told him it would be safer just to swallow. Jonghyun clucked his tongue softly and leaned forward, moving a finger to wipe the mess off of Taemin’s face, waving the finger in front of Taemin’s mouth until the boy opened and licked it clean. His body was withering on the bed as he was finally able to have his mouth free to let out the needy moans that had to be voiced. The vibrator felt so good inside of him and no matter how much he hated himself for even thinking the thought, he wanted more, craved more.
“Please…”Taemin fought to keep his voice from sounding so touched out but it was a task too hard for him. “…more.” Minho raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Jonghyun, who grinned from ear to ear like a dog given its favorite treat.
“You heard him Minho. He wants more.”
Taemin looked from one boy to the other as Minho turned off the vibrator and pulled it free. He groaned slightly with the loss but it turned to a cry of pain when Minho pushed in without warning. He closed his eyes shut and wondered if he would die of dehydration when he felt Jonghyun thumbing away his tears. He opened his eyes and looked up at the elder man, tiny body jarring with the heavy thrusts of Minho’s hips, the tall boy punctuating each movement with a heavy grunt. The sound of Minho’s hips slamming down against his, the heavy way his balls slapped against his ass, the bruising way Minho’s fingers curled around his hips, marking him, tarnishing him as he was used for the boy’s pleasure. It didn’t take long before Minho was coming again, hot seed coating his walls as Minho let out a soft groan and pulled free. Taemin let out a soft whine as the substance ran free of his ass, clenching slightly and feeling a stab of pain race up his spine. He slumped down against the bed and shot Jonghyun and pleading look. He wanted to have some time to at least have the pain fade away before he was filled again.
Whatever sliver of compassion that might have been in Jonghyun was long gone and he didn’t pay the boy any mind. Taemin whined and watched helplessly as Jonghyun moved on top of him, spreading his legs wide and sending another wave of pain through his senses. Minho had left the room and closed it behind him leaving Taemin with the mastermind behind his kidnapping. Jonghyun grabbed one of Taemin’s legs and moved it over his shoulder, forcing the boy to wrap the other around his waist. His eyes moved down to look at Jonghyun’s length and closed his eyes to get away from the sight. He felt the head push inside of his body and let out a quiet groan. Where Minho was rough and used Taemin’s body only for himself Jonghyun was different. He didn’t aim to make it hurt as he slid his length inside fully, shivering at the feel of Taemin’s tight heat, passage slick with Minho’s release.
If the circumstances had been different Taemin would have enjoyed the way Jonghyun’s hands ran over his body, touching and pinching at his flesh. It burned away the shame that Minho’s hand had left on his body and made him feel somewhat human again. There were no animalistic grunts like Minho, just an odd peaceful silence as Jonghyun pushed his cock higher, making his thrust deep and languid. Taemin’s cock slowly began to harden until it was aching for attention, soft dribble of pre sliding down the length. His hands strained to get free so he could touch himself, a low needy whine passing through his teeth. Jonghyun seemed to understand his need and wrapped his fingers around the length, pumping slowly in time with his movements.
Time seemed to stop as Taemin gazed up at Jonghyun, eyes watching a trail of sweat drip down the side of his face to hang off of his sharp chin and fall down. The moments dragged on as Jonghyun started to thrust into Taemin with gusto. The bed jolted back and forth on its support as Taemin’s tiny body shook with every powerful thrust. He could feel the coiling in his stomach and whined out, the cock ring still snug around his length. Jonghyun waited until he was moment away from his own release to take off the cock ring. As soon as he was free of it Taemin felt his cock twitch and shoot out string after string of his essence, slumping down against the bed as he bordered on consciousness. Jonghyun didn’t take long to come, Taemin’s body going taunt during his orgasm and sending Jonghyun over the edge. The elder boy pulled his cock free and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
Minho came in when he figured they were finished and passed Jonghyun a towel so he could clean up. They looked down at Taemin’s sleeping face and gave a soft chuckle. “Shame to let this one go.” Minho simply shrugged and undid the handcuffs, gathering Taemin up in a blanket and tossing the boy over his shoulder. Jonghyun gathered the boy’s belongings and followed out after him.
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Taemin blinked his eyes open and stared up at the white lights shining down at him. He couldn’t tell where he was only that he was on a soft bed and the steady beeping of some machine nearby. There was the sound of someone crying and muffled voices outside of his door. He sat up slowly and looked over at his elder brother and gave a soft smile. Jinki’s glasses were resting on the table next to the hospital bed, his hair was a mess (not that it ever wasn’t these days) and quiet sobs could be heard from him. Taemin reached over and threaded his fingers through his brother’s hair slowly, bring the elder’s attention to the fact that he was awake.
“Taemin…!” Jinki sat up and leaned forward, bringing his little brother into a bone crushing hug. Taemin gave a soft giggle and melted into the embrace, closing his eyes happily. The muffled voices outside of the door turned out to be their parents and the police officer assigned to his case. There had been no physical evidence anywhere on Taemin’s body. Jonghyun and Minho had made sure that all incriminating evidence was washed off of the boy before they dumped him in the park. No witnesses could give any statements except that there had been a stark size difference between the two. Jonghyun and Minho probably already had alibis regardless.
Taemin blinked as the officer asked him a few questions but every time he opened his mouth to say something all he could see what Jonghyun’s face and remember how soft and gentle he had been. He had still been raped and no amount of counseling would remove the mental stain from his mind. He only offered the most basic of information but wouldn’t give up their actual names. It had to be some kind of mind trick Jonghyun and placed on him but somewhere deep inside of him he wanted to see Jonghyun again, to feel his body laying over his once more. It was a sick thought and made him sick to his stomach but Taemin couldn’t help the feeling.
The doctors came and went over the next few days and soon Taemin was discharged and another week of starting to see his therapist he was back in school. Every one asked him about what had happened but he gave the same general statement the police had been given. Kibum was beside himself and practically grew a womb to shove Taemin back inside but it was obvious something had changed inside of Taemin. He didn’t see Minho until the fourth day he was back in school but Taemin didn’t give him the satisfaction of recognition. He simply floated through his day, piecing what was left of his life back together as best he could.
It didn’t take long for Minho to verbally confront him after lunch but Kibum was lurking close by so whatever Minho wanted to really say was heavily watered down and placed in secretive terms. No police officers came knocking at Minho’s door and Jonghyun was said to be at his parents’ house or something of that nature. The days slowly turned to weeks and Taemin wondered if he had finally put his ordeal behind him when he the bell rang for the end of school. Jinki had volunteered to take him out to dinner so their parents could have one of their special nights together. The thought of hanging out with his elder brother put him in high spirits as he practically skipped out of the school gates.
His spirits came crashing down when he turned the corner and almost ran into Jonghyun. The boy looked different with dark auburn hair styled up into a mohawk. Taemin felt his breath stop in his throat as he gazed at the elder boy. He wanted to scream for help, wanted someone to help him before he was snatched away again. Just as Taemin finally worked his mouth to get out a sound his brother Jinki popped up from behind Jonghyun and smiled. “Hey Minnie. This is Jonghyun. He’s a classmate of mine and when he told me he was in town I invited him along. Hope you don’t mind. He helps me with homework whenever I fall behind.” Jinki slung an arm over Jonghyun’s shoulders and gave the boy a quick hug. “He’s practically my best friend.”
Taemin’s words died on his lips as he heard that and Jonghyun gave a soft smile, patting Jinki on the back. How could Taemin tell his brother that his supposed best friend had been one of the ones who had raped him? The answer was simple. He couldn’t. He swallowed down his words and forced a smile, bowing towards Jonghyun as he spoke in his best cheery voice. “Hello Jonghyunsshi.” Jonghyun gave a secretive smile and nodded his head in return. “Hello Taemin.”
Jinki looked between the two and ushered them towards his car. Taemin kept his eyes downcast as he walked; refusing to meet Jonghyun’s dark probing eyes. Jinki blabbered on about how he and Jonghyun had run into each other and the friendship they had struck up from it. Jonghyun would add a little to the conversation but spent the majority of the ride watching Taemin in the passenger side view mirror. Taemin could feel an odd sensation coming over him at the predatory look Jonghyun had fixed on him.
Something deep within Taemin told him that this wasn’t going to be the last time he would see Jonghyun. In fact, however fucked up Jonghyun had made his life because of that night it was about to get a lot worse.
Pairing: OT3 - JongTaeHo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: When one of the people you trust most with your life betrays, who are you left to trust?
It was just another regular day at school for Taemin. His classes seemed to drag on through the day and even lunch was boring. Kibum hyung had skipped the day to go shopping with friends from an all girl school and that left Taemin with no one to talk to. He huffed and puffed his way through the rest of class and when the clock finally struck three o’clock he was one of the first to bolt for the door and head towards the school gates. He had a mountain of homework he had piled up and wasn’t looking forward to doing any of it. Maybe he could convince his older brother to finally help him with something but so far the elder was too busy with his own workload to spare any time for Taemin. The thought was said but Jinki was studying hard to get into one of the top medical schools so he could continue study medicine and follow in their father’s footsteps to become a doctor. College life had taken its toll on Jinki had he had set himself on a strict schedule to study so he’d stay on top of all his classes. A proud smile flashed over Taemin’s face at the thought and he almost didn’t hear the voice calling his name.
Almost hardly ever counted for anything these days.
Taemin turned his head when he heard his name and spotted his tall hyung, waving and running towards him. Taemin perked up slightly as Minho finally ran over and gave him a soft punch on the shoulder. “Been looking for you everywhere. A hyung of mine is visiting from the university. He’s a friend of Jinki’s and said he wanted to come and hang with you and your brother. Jinki already went to meet him so I came to drag you along.” The words flowed out of Minho as the usually quiet boy gave a soft smile. Taemin was excited that Jinki was actually out of the house and wanted to meet the person responsible. He flashed Minho a bright smile and nodded. “Yeah I want to meet him.”
Minho gave Taemin an odd smile and nodded his head toward the school gates, leading the way towards the meeting place. Taemin should have noticed something was wrong when Minho actually spoke more than three words at a time but he trusted Minho and there was no way he could have imagined his tall, strong hyung who protected him from the bullies would be the one to lead him into this sort of thing. It seemed Taemin didn’t know the real Minho at all. Unfortunately, he was about to.
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Taemin should have questioned Minho when they started to leave the nicer side of town and traverse in the slums of downtown. Prostitutes and whores catcalled to Taemin and he skittered forward to hide in Minho’s shadow. The teen licked his lips slowly and tugged on the back of Minho’s jacket. “Are we almost there…” Minho glanced over his shoulder and nodded, giving Taemin a reassuring smile that set the boy’s heart at ease for the moment. Minho would never lead him into any kind of trouble because…well it was Minho. Captain of the soccer team, class president for his year, and all around good guy. Minho never did anything wrong or stepped out of line. That would be very…unMinho-y. Taemin scrunched up his nose at the word and gave a quiet laugh to himself.
“See. We’re here.” Minho pushed open the door to an apartment complex and nodded for Taemin to come inside with him. Taemin let out a relieved sigh and headed inside, following Minho up the stairs. The room they seemed to be seeking was on the fourth floor and after the endless walking Taemin was tired. He leaned on Minho’s side a little as the boy produced a key and opened the door, nodding for Taemin to go in front of him. Taemin was glad they finally reached their destination as he walked in and kicked off his shoes at the door. “Jinki hyung?” He called out curiously as Minho stepped inside behind him. “Minho hyung where’s my bro-“ Taemin’s words were cut off as a rag was forced over his mouth and nose, Minho’s strong arm wrapping around the boy as he smelled in the chloroform.
Slowly Taemin’s vision started to blur as the chemicals worked their way through his veins. He spotted a figure coming out of one of the rooms but his eyes were swimming too much to make out who it was. All he could hear was the person’s voice as came closer, a soft chuckle escaping the man as Taemin slowly fell forward onto the floor. “You picked a good one Minho. Let’s grab him and go.” Taemin protested in mumbles and slurred words as he was lifted off the floor by two pairs of strong arms and taken back out of the room. All he could see were a few brief flashes of light before darkness finally overcame him and he passed out cold.
So much for Minho never doing anything wrong.
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A splash of water across his face brought Taemin back to his senses. He blinked his blurry eyes and shook the water from his face, looking around in a panic. He was in an apartment room he could tell that much but the windows were covered with boards and the only light in the room came from a sole lamp that was devoid of any covering. He looked down at himself and found he was in his undershirt and boxers. This caused him to freak out and try to scream but any noise he tried to produce was cut off by the duct tape wrapped around his mouth. He tried to move his arms but they were tied to the chair he was sitting in, arms aching from being held behind his back for so long.
How long had been out? Were his parents worrying? What about Jinki? Had they kidnapped Jinki as well?
The poisonous word filtered its way through his brain as he realized he had been kidnapped. He had walked blindly into this trap and it brought hot tears of betrayal to his eyes. How could Minho do something like this to him? He had trusted the elder and now he was bound and gagged to a chair, half naked and at the mercy of his captors. A choked sob wracked through his tiny frame as he looked up and spotted the two silent males staring at him from across the room. He spotted Minho immediately and screamed at him from behind the duct tape, tears coming harder as he wiggled and fought in the chair. The other male was a stranger to him, his eyes dark and face made of sharp angles under sun kissed skin. This must be the man who was supposedly Jinki’s friend.
“I think he’s awake enough Minho.” The stranger turned and nodded to Minho who stood and grabbed a pair of scissors from the table next to him. At the sight of the metal, Taemin’s efforts to get free double and he screamed louder from behind the tape. The elder male sighed and nodded to Minho who struck a hand across Taemin’s cheek, head snapping to the side as he became quiet, too stunned from the blow to remember how to make any noise. Minho had never struck him before but now he did it as if it was something he did every day. Maybe it was. How many other helpless victims had he tricked and dragged to this room for his and his friends’ entertainment?
“Quiet.” Minho spoke the unneeded word as he brought the scissors forward and started to cut Taemin’s shirt away. The scared boy shivered and stayed as still as possible, the cold kiss of the metal against his skin bringing goose bumps up, a pitiful whine coming out unwanted. The useless strips of shirt were tugged from his body and tossed away into a garbage bag. The stranger gave a soft sound and Taemin’s lithe body was exposed. He had little muscle under his skin from his dancing but he had never been able to produce anything worthwhile. His skin was seemed starkly pale under the harsh light of the lamp so close, his body mostly devoid of any extra body hair. Jinki had always playfully teased him about that but no matter how much he willed his body, the only hair that really grew was the auburn mess sitting on his head.
Minho’s large hands ran over his chest slowly causing Taemin to flinch and try to move away. Minho raised his hand again to deliver a slap but a cough from the stranger stopped him. “Don’t damage the goods Minho.” Minho turned and nodded, returning to letting his hands roam over the youth’s body. His fingers circled and pinched Taemin’s nipples until they were perky and hard. There were slight waves of pleasure running through his veins but he pushed them aside, giving Minho a pitiful gaze, hoping the boy would come to his senses and free Taemin but it was all to no avail. Taemin started to hope that perhaps they wouldn’t really do anything to him. It was a foolish hope but if they got off from maybe only this they would let him go. He’d gladly forget about this day and act as if he wasn’t kidnapped and violated. Who would be stupid enough to admit something like this to anyone? Not him. Minho let his blunt fingernails trail down to Taemin’s thighs and the boy slammed his legs tight together. Minho looked back at the stranger and he gave a slow nod, another dizzying slap coming across Taemin’s face. He whined out in pain but wouldn’t let Minho open his legs the slightest.
“This one is a fighter.” The stranger chuckled and let Minho slap Taemin a few more times until his legs finally came open. The tall boy moved his hands up and down Taemin’s inner thighs, massaging the pale skin. Taemin tried to fight off the surge of pleasure from the touches but it was harder this time around. He felt disgusted with himself, able to feel anything but hate and revulsion towards Minho and the mysterious man doing this to him. There was no pleading that could get through to them and the duct tape over his lips stopped just about all sound he could make besides the occasional whimper. Minho’s rough fingers slowly ran their way higher against his thigh towards his most sensitive area. Taemin attempted to scoot the chair away but Minho’s other hand came and held the chair steady.
When Minho’s fingers finally wrapped around his cock Taemin let out a low moan, hips bucking up into the elder’s hand before he struggled against his bonds harder, trying to loosen the handcuffs that chafed against his skin and left red marks in its place. Minho started to pump him slowly, squeezing him tight as two pairs of dark eyes watched the youth squirm and struggle in the chair, hips starting to move on their own accord. It wasn’t long before a wet spot started to form in the front of his boxers, another choked sob escaping from Taemin as he tried not to let himself be so aroused by this. The stain started to grow as Minho increased his efforts, long limbed boy shifting to mouth the head of the youth’s cock through the soiled boxers. Taemin couldn’t help the moan that was caused from this and bucked upwards towards Minho’s mouth, the warmth spreading through his body as he twitched and shivered in the chair.
Minho glanced back towards the other silent boy waiting in the corner and turned back to give Taemin a rueful grin. Taemin had no time to protest as his boxers were stripped away from his body. His hardened cock sprang upwards and slapped against his stomach, a clear string of pre connecting his skin together. Taemin looked down at Minho with pathetic eyes, silently begging him to stop this madness but even if Minho wanted to stop he couldn’t. The tall boy leaned forward and let the tip of his tongue sweep up the length of the bound boy’s cock, swirling it around the head and collecting the steady stream of pre cum that flowed forth. A low groan came muffled from the boy’s covered mouth as his eyes rolled back in his head. This was too much stimulus for his virgin body to handle and he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm coiling around in his stomach like molten lava.
Taemin was too busy drowning in the wave of bliss that crashed over him to realize Minho was shuffled around for something until a sudden tightness was placed around the base of his cock. His eyes snapped open and he looked down to see a cock ring snuggly resting on him. His eyes flashed up to Minho who only offered a soft smirk before parting his lips to envelop the boy’s head. It seemed there was a good reason for the cock ring because the moment Minho applied the slightest bit of suction; Taemin’s hips lifted up as his first orgasm washed over him, the action painful with his inability to cum because of the cock ring. His body slumped down against the chair as he whined out, his want to have a proper orgasm growing strong suddenly, muscles twitching like mad under his skin. Tiny beads of sweat started to pop up against his skin from the exertion and with the way the light hit his body it seemed to make him shimmer in the otherwise dark room.
Taemin wasn’t sure why Minho seemed so skilled at what he was doing but it could be the fact that this was his first blow job ever. Regardless the boy’s shaggy haired head bobbed up and down his length slowly, nose burying into the short scruff of Taemin’s pubic hair. Minho pushed Taemin’s legs apart further for him and Taemin obeyed readily, mind still caught in the fog of his dry orgasm to think to protest. The soft drag of Minho’s teeth against his sensitive cock sent another shiver through his body as he pushed his hips higher, needing to feel more of Minho’s mouth. The moment he truly started to enjoy himself Minho pulled away and stood up, thumbing his bottom lip slowly. The stranger finally stood up and swung a pair of small keys around one of his fingers. Taemin blinked rapidly and squirmed in his chair more, trying to get away before anything else happened to him.
“Minho, grab his shoulders.” The short boy walked around behind the chair and unlocked the handcuffs from one of Taemin’s wrist, watching the boy try to shoot up but couldn’t get anywhere with Minho pinning them down. The two boys wrestled with Taemin and moved him onto the bed, another pair of handcuffs being produced as they cuffed him to the bedposts, letting his legs kick and flail around helplessly. Minho pulled up a black duffle bag and unzipped it, speaking quietly to the other boy as they pulled out two or three toys. Taemin’s eyes widened at this and he redoubled his efforts, hissing softly between his teeth when the skin on his wrists started to peel again from the metal.
The unnamed boy looked over and shook his head, grabbing a string of green beads and nodded his head towards Taemin who moved onto the bed and grabbed the back of his knees, forcing the youth to bend in half. “My name is Jonghyun and if you play nice you can walk out of here alive. Well…limp maybe.” Jonghyun gave a dark chuckle as he leaned forward and inserted the first bead into Taemin’s ass. They were easily the size of large grapes and the only way Taemin could describe them was that they hurt. A lot. He tried to push them back out but was rewarded with having two more pushed inside. A low gasp of pain came from his lips as he wiggled and found that did little to alleviate the pain. Jonghyun pushed in another two before stopping, moving farther up on the bed to kneel down next to Taemn’s head. “Are you ready to be a good boy?”
Taemin’s head nodded furiously as he looked up at Jonghyun through tear blurred eyes. The boy gave a smile filled with sharp teeth and dark intentions as he unzipped his pants and let his cock fall out, throbbing and angry. Jonghyun slapped his cock down against Taemin’s cheek, leaving a wet spot of pre on the boy’s face. Jonghyun reached down and ripped the duct tape off of Taemin’s mouth, a pitiful whine coming out as a result. “Open up and no teeth.” Taemin kept his lips pressed tight together, refusing to give the elder man the satisfaction. Jonghyun glanced over at Minho, who wordlessly pushed in another bead. Taemin grunted out from the pain and reluctantly opened his mouth. Jonghyun’s fingers curled into the boy’s russet hair and yanked his head upwards, driving his cock inside. Taemin gave a soft cough as he gagged on the thick length and tried to pull back to breathe but Jonghyun held him still.
“Through your nose.” Taemin didn’t understand what he meant at first until he took a deep gulp in through his flared nostrils and calmed down. He closed his eyes and slowly started to bob his head on the elder’s cock. Jonghyun let out a soft groan and loosened his fingers in the boy’s hair, smoothing it back from his face. Taemin was surprised by the sudden gentle action but he didn’t let it fool him. There was nothing either of them could do that would make his situation any better. Besides let him go but that seemed a far off cry at the moment.
Jonghyun’s fingers started to tighten in his hair again slowly, pushing his head forward as the tip of his cock started to bang into the back of his throat. Taemin felt like he would start gagging again as he opened his throat and swallowed softly to get rid of some of the moisture. Whatever he did seemed to have a desired effect because Jonghyun tightened his jaw and leaned over to support himself on the wall, hips slapping down as he came hard into the boy’s mouth. Taemin cough and was forced to swallow ever bit of the foul liquid, feeling soiled and dirty, tears of shame springing to his eyes as he cried quietly. Jonghyun pulled his cock free and gave a soft chuckle, moving to softly pull the beads out of his ass.
A soft sigh of relief passed through his lips as he let his tired body relax down against the bed. He hoped he could have some time to recover from the sexual onslaught but his two captors had other ideas. Minho moved to rest by Taemin’s head as Jonghyun picked up another one of the toys they had pulled out of the duffle bag. Taemin didn’t want to look and see what it was, his attention diverted as Minho pulled out his cock and waved it expectantly in front of Taemin’s face. Taemin opened his mouth slowly, the taste of Jonghyun still on his tongue as Minho plunged his cock inside. He wasn’t as nice, if he could be called that, as Jonghyun and started to fuck down into Taemin’s mouth without warning. He opened his throat quickly and closed his eyes, unable to do anything but let Minho have his way. There was a slight prodding at his ass but he couldn’t focus on anything else besides Minho’s grunting.
That was until Jonghyun pushed in the head of the vibrator. Then Taemin had to split his attention to the cock in his mouth and the artificial one being shoved into his ass. There was no lubrication or preparation, only the burn of having something that shouldn’t be there shoved inside of him. The youth wiggled around and tried to get used to being so full suddenly but there was no helping it. He whined pitifully around Minho’s cock as Jonghyun twisted and worked the toy in and out of his body. Then something very strange happen when Jonghyun turned the vibrator the right way and hit a spot deep within his body that sent a surge of pleasure running through his veins. Jonghyun smirked and flipped the vibrator on, leaving it there as he stood and sat down in the chair that once held Taemin captive, watching Minho grunt as his cock moved in and out of the boy’s mouth, lips stretched thin and shining red from the abuse.
It only took a few more thrusts before Minho was coming into Taemin’s mouth, the tall boy pulling out and letting a string of milky substance shoot out of hit him in the cheek. Taemin wanted to spit it out but one look at Minho told him it would be safer just to swallow. Jonghyun clucked his tongue softly and leaned forward, moving a finger to wipe the mess off of Taemin’s face, waving the finger in front of Taemin’s mouth until the boy opened and licked it clean. His body was withering on the bed as he was finally able to have his mouth free to let out the needy moans that had to be voiced. The vibrator felt so good inside of him and no matter how much he hated himself for even thinking the thought, he wanted more, craved more.
“Please…”Taemin fought to keep his voice from sounding so touched out but it was a task too hard for him. “…more.” Minho raised an eyebrow and exchanged a look with Jonghyun, who grinned from ear to ear like a dog given its favorite treat.
“You heard him Minho. He wants more.”
Taemin looked from one boy to the other as Minho turned off the vibrator and pulled it free. He groaned slightly with the loss but it turned to a cry of pain when Minho pushed in without warning. He closed his eyes shut and wondered if he would die of dehydration when he felt Jonghyun thumbing away his tears. He opened his eyes and looked up at the elder man, tiny body jarring with the heavy thrusts of Minho’s hips, the tall boy punctuating each movement with a heavy grunt. The sound of Minho’s hips slamming down against his, the heavy way his balls slapped against his ass, the bruising way Minho’s fingers curled around his hips, marking him, tarnishing him as he was used for the boy’s pleasure. It didn’t take long before Minho was coming again, hot seed coating his walls as Minho let out a soft groan and pulled free. Taemin let out a soft whine as the substance ran free of his ass, clenching slightly and feeling a stab of pain race up his spine. He slumped down against the bed and shot Jonghyun and pleading look. He wanted to have some time to at least have the pain fade away before he was filled again.
Whatever sliver of compassion that might have been in Jonghyun was long gone and he didn’t pay the boy any mind. Taemin whined and watched helplessly as Jonghyun moved on top of him, spreading his legs wide and sending another wave of pain through his senses. Minho had left the room and closed it behind him leaving Taemin with the mastermind behind his kidnapping. Jonghyun grabbed one of Taemin’s legs and moved it over his shoulder, forcing the boy to wrap the other around his waist. His eyes moved down to look at Jonghyun’s length and closed his eyes to get away from the sight. He felt the head push inside of his body and let out a quiet groan. Where Minho was rough and used Taemin’s body only for himself Jonghyun was different. He didn’t aim to make it hurt as he slid his length inside fully, shivering at the feel of Taemin’s tight heat, passage slick with Minho’s release.
If the circumstances had been different Taemin would have enjoyed the way Jonghyun’s hands ran over his body, touching and pinching at his flesh. It burned away the shame that Minho’s hand had left on his body and made him feel somewhat human again. There were no animalistic grunts like Minho, just an odd peaceful silence as Jonghyun pushed his cock higher, making his thrust deep and languid. Taemin’s cock slowly began to harden until it was aching for attention, soft dribble of pre sliding down the length. His hands strained to get free so he could touch himself, a low needy whine passing through his teeth. Jonghyun seemed to understand his need and wrapped his fingers around the length, pumping slowly in time with his movements.
Time seemed to stop as Taemin gazed up at Jonghyun, eyes watching a trail of sweat drip down the side of his face to hang off of his sharp chin and fall down. The moments dragged on as Jonghyun started to thrust into Taemin with gusto. The bed jolted back and forth on its support as Taemin’s tiny body shook with every powerful thrust. He could feel the coiling in his stomach and whined out, the cock ring still snug around his length. Jonghyun waited until he was moment away from his own release to take off the cock ring. As soon as he was free of it Taemin felt his cock twitch and shoot out string after string of his essence, slumping down against the bed as he bordered on consciousness. Jonghyun didn’t take long to come, Taemin’s body going taunt during his orgasm and sending Jonghyun over the edge. The elder boy pulled his cock free and wiped the sweat off of his forehead.
Minho came in when he figured they were finished and passed Jonghyun a towel so he could clean up. They looked down at Taemin’s sleeping face and gave a soft chuckle. “Shame to let this one go.” Minho simply shrugged and undid the handcuffs, gathering Taemin up in a blanket and tossing the boy over his shoulder. Jonghyun gathered the boy’s belongings and followed out after him.
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Taemin blinked his eyes open and stared up at the white lights shining down at him. He couldn’t tell where he was only that he was on a soft bed and the steady beeping of some machine nearby. There was the sound of someone crying and muffled voices outside of his door. He sat up slowly and looked over at his elder brother and gave a soft smile. Jinki’s glasses were resting on the table next to the hospital bed, his hair was a mess (not that it ever wasn’t these days) and quiet sobs could be heard from him. Taemin reached over and threaded his fingers through his brother’s hair slowly, bring the elder’s attention to the fact that he was awake.
“Taemin…!” Jinki sat up and leaned forward, bringing his little brother into a bone crushing hug. Taemin gave a soft giggle and melted into the embrace, closing his eyes happily. The muffled voices outside of the door turned out to be their parents and the police officer assigned to his case. There had been no physical evidence anywhere on Taemin’s body. Jonghyun and Minho had made sure that all incriminating evidence was washed off of the boy before they dumped him in the park. No witnesses could give any statements except that there had been a stark size difference between the two. Jonghyun and Minho probably already had alibis regardless.
Taemin blinked as the officer asked him a few questions but every time he opened his mouth to say something all he could see what Jonghyun’s face and remember how soft and gentle he had been. He had still been raped and no amount of counseling would remove the mental stain from his mind. He only offered the most basic of information but wouldn’t give up their actual names. It had to be some kind of mind trick Jonghyun and placed on him but somewhere deep inside of him he wanted to see Jonghyun again, to feel his body laying over his once more. It was a sick thought and made him sick to his stomach but Taemin couldn’t help the feeling.
The doctors came and went over the next few days and soon Taemin was discharged and another week of starting to see his therapist he was back in school. Every one asked him about what had happened but he gave the same general statement the police had been given. Kibum was beside himself and practically grew a womb to shove Taemin back inside but it was obvious something had changed inside of Taemin. He didn’t see Minho until the fourth day he was back in school but Taemin didn’t give him the satisfaction of recognition. He simply floated through his day, piecing what was left of his life back together as best he could.
It didn’t take long for Minho to verbally confront him after lunch but Kibum was lurking close by so whatever Minho wanted to really say was heavily watered down and placed in secretive terms. No police officers came knocking at Minho’s door and Jonghyun was said to be at his parents’ house or something of that nature. The days slowly turned to weeks and Taemin wondered if he had finally put his ordeal behind him when he the bell rang for the end of school. Jinki had volunteered to take him out to dinner so their parents could have one of their special nights together. The thought of hanging out with his elder brother put him in high spirits as he practically skipped out of the school gates.
His spirits came crashing down when he turned the corner and almost ran into Jonghyun. The boy looked different with dark auburn hair styled up into a mohawk. Taemin felt his breath stop in his throat as he gazed at the elder boy. He wanted to scream for help, wanted someone to help him before he was snatched away again. Just as Taemin finally worked his mouth to get out a sound his brother Jinki popped up from behind Jonghyun and smiled. “Hey Minnie. This is Jonghyun. He’s a classmate of mine and when he told me he was in town I invited him along. Hope you don’t mind. He helps me with homework whenever I fall behind.” Jinki slung an arm over Jonghyun’s shoulders and gave the boy a quick hug. “He’s practically my best friend.”
Taemin’s words died on his lips as he heard that and Jonghyun gave a soft smile, patting Jinki on the back. How could Taemin tell his brother that his supposed best friend had been one of the ones who had raped him? The answer was simple. He couldn’t. He swallowed down his words and forced a smile, bowing towards Jonghyun as he spoke in his best cheery voice. “Hello Jonghyunsshi.” Jonghyun gave a secretive smile and nodded his head in return. “Hello Taemin.”
Jinki looked between the two and ushered them towards his car. Taemin kept his eyes downcast as he walked; refusing to meet Jonghyun’s dark probing eyes. Jinki blabbered on about how he and Jonghyun had run into each other and the friendship they had struck up from it. Jonghyun would add a little to the conversation but spent the majority of the ride watching Taemin in the passenger side view mirror. Taemin could feel an odd sensation coming over him at the predatory look Jonghyun had fixed on him.
Something deep within Taemin told him that this wasn’t going to be the last time he would see Jonghyun. In fact, however fucked up Jonghyun had made his life because of that night it was about to get a lot worse.