Boost
SeungHyun leaned against the hood of this week’s SUV, arms crossed, and staring through his dark glasses.
He was supposed to be watching the amount of clientele entering and leaving a small restaurant at the end of the street. He sighed as he ran his hand through his dark hair in frustration. This wasn’t what he’d signed on for. Playing stakeout didn’t utilize his skills in the least.
After two more uneventful hours SeungHyun felt a vibration against his leg and reached into his coat pocket for his phone. “Boost,” he answered, for that was his name within the agency.
“What way does a bird fly when he sings?”
“A songbird can only fly to the bottom of the sea.”
SeungHyun hated the endless stream of ridiculous passphrases used within the agency. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they weren’t all garbage, or if they didn’t expect you to utter a response in public places.
“Good, it is you. How is our little restaurant faring?” Spoke the cold voice from the other end of the phone.
“It seems to be faring far better than we were led to believe, would you like me to bring you some takeout?”
A bark of laughter was the initial response before the voice answered again “No, that will be taken care of by someone else Boost my boy. I’ve got another job for you. Come back into the office.” The line dropped after that.
Great, more surveillance work SeungHyun thought to himself as he drove the SUV back to the warehouse building known as the office. He parked and gave the special knock to be let in before a video camera swung around for him to look into.
The door slid open and he walked to the man who gave him his assignments.
“Ah Boost, back from your stakeout I see.” The man laughed, thinking himself hilarious. It was common knowledge within the agency that SeungHyun hated being used constantly for jobs that didn’t exercise his considerable skills. Especially being that it was his skills that got him the offer from the agency in the first place.
“Yeah, I’m back. Why don’t you give me my next job so I can leave again?” He sat down in the chair across from the man and put his feet up on his desk.
“Tch, you’re such a punk. Get your feet of my desk boy, you’re going to like this one.”
SeungHyun was intrigued. “I’m listening.” He leaned forward; removing his sunglasses and the man pulled the contents out of a manila envelope and placed them on the desk before SeungHyun.
“This boy is the heir to an up and coming group that will very soon rival us completely. They’ve got some pretty powerful backing. The boss wants you to pick this kid up and keep him occupied.” The picture was of a very good looking boy with bleached blonde hair. He looked arrogant, and SeungHyun immediately thought only of wiping the smug look off of the other boy’s face.
“We’re going to ransom him to get the other group to shut down. You finally get to use your skills kid, so don’t fuck this one up.”
“When have I ever fucked anything up?” SeungHyun laughed dryly, taking the envelope and stuffing the contents back in. “I’ll call you when I’ve got him.”
SeungHyun replaced his sunglasses and left the building. He had a list of places the kid might be, and the sooner he started looking, the sooner he could show the boss that this was how he should be utilized, not stupid collections and surveillance work.
JiYong left the gates of the university, waving goodbye to a couple of the many women who followed him constantly and loosened his tie.
He hated this school. It was filled with nothing but pretentious snobs and his father expected him to learn to be one of them in order to run the family business someday. As he walked down the sidewalk and toward the parking lot he stepped in something, and when he bent down with disgust to check his shoe, he felt a blow to his head, and checked out of consciousness.
SeungHyun had seen the boy leaving the university, just as his list said he might, and with a perfectly planted piece of chewed gum, his capture of the boy was simple. As soon as JiYong had bent down to examine his shoe, SeungHyun briskly opened the door of the SUV into the boy’s head.
Once JiYong was out, SeungHyun loaded him into the back of the SUV, tying his wrists and ankles and taping his mouth as a precaution before driving to his house and unloading his cargo.
Several hours passed before JiYong awoke from his involuntary slumber, and his massive headache made him wish he hadn’t woken up at all. He tried to reach up and rub his temples, only to realize he was tied to a chair.
He shouted through the tape covering his mouth, though it was rather ineffective, but it did succeed in bringing his captor into the room.
“You’re awake I see.” SeungHyun smirked at the other boy and stood in front of him. “I’m not completely heartless, so if you’ll agree to keep quiet, I’ll take the tape off your face.”
JiYong nodded in assent. He didn’t know what the other man was capable of and he wasn’t willing to compromise himself just yet. Besides that, his lips were chapping from the tape.
“That’s a good boy.” SeungHyun chuckled, ripping the tape off quickly.
“Yah, Son of a Bitch that hurt!” JiYong shouted without thinking. His father always did tell him he needed to think before he spoke and acted. That was part of the reason he got sent to snob school after all. SeungHyun just laughed and left the room again.
A few hours of sitting tied to the chair JiYong shouted in the direction he saw his captor go. “Hey, I need to go to the bathroom. Do you want me to just use the chair, or did you plan on releasing me for toilet breaks?”
SeungHyun sighed at the shout and walked back to JiYong, untying him from the chair, but leaving his wrists and ankles tied. He heaved him up onto his shoulder and carried him to the bathroom, placing him in front of the toilet and looking at him expectantly.
“How do you propose I go with my wrists tied up?”
“They’re tied in front, you can figure it out.” SeungHyun laughed, he was going to enjoy watching this.
“I’ve decided I don’t like you very much right now.” JiYong huffed. “You can go.”
“Oh, I’m not leaving. I don’t trust you. Innocent as you appear, I’m sure you have some skills, and I’m not putting my butt on the line when you find a way to wriggle yourself out the window.”
“How rude!” JiYong growled under his breath and after some difficulties managed to relieve himself and wash his hands.
“If you’re hungry we can go to the kitchen instead of tying you back to the chair.” SeungHyun stated as he stepped out of the doorway for JiYong to pass.
“I don’t think I like the current company, but I suppose you do beat the chair at least as far as looks are concerned.” JiYong turned up his nose and shuffled alongside SeungHyun as he was led to the kitchen. He thought he saw a minor blush in SeungHyun’s cheeks, but he couldn’t be too sure.
“Well, you sure do seem to be learning a great deal from that snob school of yours.” SeungHyun scoffed.
“I didn’t choose to attend that university. My father made me, and also, why am I here and tied up anyway?”
“The agency I work for is ransoming you to your father in exchange for him shutting down his group.” SeungHyun replied blandly.
“Tch, that isn’t likely to work very well. He’s got backups just as I’m sure your agency does. It isn’t really any concern of mine if he loses the group though. I’m the heir, but I’m not really interested in running things. Also, this food is disgusting, didn’t you ever learn to cook?” JiYong wrinkled his nose and SeungHyun found himself grinning stupidly for a brief moment.
“No, I didn’t ever learn to cook because most of my food comes from restaurants that I’m being forced to hustle. Not that it is any of your business JiYong.”
“How did you know my name? I don’t know yours.”
“I know your name because it was in the file I was given on you. And you can call me Boost.”
“Boost is a dumb name, and it isn’t your real one. I want to know your real name.”
“If I tell you my real name will you shut up?”
“Yes, if you tell me your name I will shut up.”
“I guess I’m going to have to keep listening to you then because I’m not telling.”
JiYong sighed and tried to eat more of the terrible food SeungHyun had given him, but he was failing miserably.
And because he was hungry, he wasn’t able to sleep that night. Instead he spent the evening rattling the bed frame he was tied to, and singing every song he knew, very loudly, and purposely very off key until SeungHyun stormed into the room and taped back over his mouth. This only caused JiYong to double his efforts. After about 12 hours of these goings on, SeungHyun returned to the room, roughly ripped the tape from JiYong’s lips and shouted “It’s SeungHyun. My name is SeungHyun, Now shut up!”
“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” JiYong smiled, and then began a tirade about the virtues of just speaking when you’re asked to avoid a troublesome future.
SeungHyun couldn’t stand to listen to it anymore, so he shut JiYong up the only way he knew how, by kissing him. It started off as a mere shut up you’re annoying kiss, but it quickly burst into something far more fearsome. Every time SeungHyun tried to break the kiss off, JiYong lifted his head off the bed and recaptured his lips. The two were carried away for quite some time before SeungHyun finally regained the upper hand.
“Now see what you’ve made me do?” SeungHyun sighed in exasperation.
“If that’s what you do when you’re angry, I’m going to have to make you angry more often.”
“I can do worse.” SeungHyun looked at him in a manner that he hoped was threatening, but it didn’t quite get the result he’d intended. It only seemed to excite JiYong more.
“Look SeungHyun. Truth to tell, I’m not a great fan of my father, or his so called agency. I don’t plan on running before you ransom me because I’ve grown rather fond of you through the joy of your responses to vocal torture. Point being, I’d like to ask you to untie me now. As much as I enjoy our bondage games, my arms are really starting to hurt, and my ankles are getting chafed.”
“If you run, I will find you and kill you.”
“I don’t doubt that, now, about these ropes?”
SeungHyun first untied JiYong’s ankles, then fashioned a sort of noose around the boy’s neck and tied it to his own wrist before untying JiYong’s wrists.
“Much as you annoy me Ji, I’m going to need you to stick with me at all times so I don’t have to kill you before we achieve our objective.”
Weeks passed in the same manner. JiYong was always with SeungHyun, literally connected to him as SeungHyun waited for information from the agency on the ransom of JiYong. The boy drove him insane, but he couldn’t help staring every time JiYong wasn’t looking.
And one night, the fourth week into this drawn out process, SeungHyun decided, as he watched the sleeping JiYong that he needed to posses the other boy. He crawled over to JiYong and woke him with a firm kiss. One JiYong was all too willing to return, after several minutes of kissing, and SeungHyun trailing his hands up and down JiYong’s sides, he felt JiYong’s manhood fighting to get out of his pants.
“Ji, do you do this often?” SeungHyun smirked wickedly.
“N…no, I don’t do this often you jerk.” JiYong hissed as SeungHyun rubbed against his bulging pants.
“Well you seem to have gotten excited very quickly. I think you’ll need to be punished. Take off your clothes, now.” SeungHyun drunk JiYong in as the other boy quickly jumped to obey his orders. JiYong was shocked at his own actions, but wasn’t about to stop now. Something in him wanted to please SeungHyun while he still could, because soon, he thought, he would be ransomed and be without SeungHyun forever.
As soon as JiYong was without any clothes SeungHyun tied his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. JiYong was nude and spread eagled, and SeungHyun stood above him with a malicious smile.
He walked away from the bed and began digging through an armoire.
“What are you doing?” JiYong pouted from the bed. He was embarrassed at being left in such a state with apparent disinterest.
“I’m going to let you play with one of my favorite things.” SeungHyun spoke from within the armoire. “One of the skills that got me brought into the agency is my proficiency with weaponry of all types. This has always been one of my favorites.”
He brought a short sword over to the bed. Two dragons were entwined at the base of the crystal hilt, and at the top of the hilt was a stone encased in metal.
“Hacking me to bits is your idea of foreplay?” JiYong glared at him with wide eyes, and SeungHyun only grinned wider, wiping something over the hilt of the sword and sitting down at the foot of the bed between JiYong’s legs.
“Oh no, I don’t intend to cut you at all.” SeungHyun laughed as he guided the sword hilt slowly into JiYong’s anus. JiYong gasped and bit down on a curse. He hadn’t been prepared and was in a great deal of pain, but he was also enjoying himself. He’d never really known before tonight how much of a masochist he was. The shame at being the only one naked, the only one tied up, and being raped by a sword only served to turn him on that much more.
SeungHyun was torturous in his ministrations with the sword, making sure to hit JiYong’s sweet spot with each deliberate thrust of the sword, periodically stroking JiYong’s erection to put him that much closer to the edge, and when JiYong thought he couldn’t take anymore, SeungHyun replaced the sword with his own throbbing member, setting a faster pace than he had with the sword.
Feeling SeungHyun inside of him, and knowing that SeungHyun was still dressed and in charge of the entire situation pushed JiYong over that edge. He screamed out SeungHyun’s name as he climaxed, and SeungHyun reached his own climax a few moments later.
SeungHyun tidied himself up and untied JiYong. “Go clean yourself up, you’re filthy, and remember, if you try to run away I’ll find you and kill you.” SeungHyun inclined his head toward the bathroom as he stripped the bedding from the bed and began to remake it with clean linens.
SeungHyun didn’t know it, but JiYong would never leave him now. JiYong spent his time in the shower trying to think of ways he could remain with SeungHyun even after he was ransomed back to his father, and as he turned the water in the shower off, he heard SeungHyun’s phone ringing.
“Boost” SeungHyun answered.
“Four and twenty black birds baked into a pie.”
“It seems we are counting crows.”
“The exchange is set. December 22nd at 3pm on the old overpass. They’ll have a case with all the deeds to their holdings ready for the boss to sign. You get the deeds, and then you hand over the boy. There will be no backup, so make sure you’re covered.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be covered. I’ve been waiting for this.” SeungHyun hung up the phone and looked up to see JiYong walking in wearing a towel, his hair still wet and a worried look on his face.
“Your father is finally going to ransom you Ji, you’ll be rid of me in two days.” SeungHyun smiled, patting the bed next to him.
This was the nicest SeungHyun had been to JiYong in their time together, and while JiYong thought it was kind of nice on occasion, he didn’t want this to be the end of things.
They spent the two days they had left much in the same manner as they’d spent the night of the phone call confirming the exchange. JiYong was in ecstasy, he really was turning into quite the slut, but he didn’t care.
Finally, the day came for the exchange. JiYong was tied up much as he had been when he met SeungHyun, and was loaded into the black SUV. They traveled in silence to the old overpass and remained silent when they arrived.
SeungHyun lifted JiYong out of the SUV and untied his legs, but not his arms. The two stood at the meeting place and waited for the other party to arrive.
It was one man in an SUV identical to theirs. JiYong recognized him as the vice president of his father’s group. The man handed the case of documents to SeungHyun who inspected them before handing JiYong over.
The second man led JiYong to the second vehicle and pushed him inside, then started the car and attempted to run over SeungHyun who rolled out of the way just in time.
SeungHyun came out of the roll with two guns in his hands and began shooting at the tires of the vehicle. Once he’d managed to shoot one out and slow the other SUV down, he jumped into his with the case of documents and sped off after the other vehicle, still shooting at it.
JiYong ducked down into the back seat as soon as he heard gunshots go off. He hoped that SeungHyun wasn’t hurt, much as he was angry that he’d had to leave him in the first place.
More shots rang through the air, breaking glass that rained down all over JiYong, and eventually the driver lost control and the SUV flipped over.
SeungHyun skidded to a halt beside the second vehicle and jumped out of his SUV, gun still in hand and came to inspect the partially crushed vehicle.
“Ji, you still alive?” SeungHyun shouted as he neared the downed vehicle.
“Barely.” JiYong spoke with a whimper, he was relatively crushed, and he was pretty sure the driver was dead. SeungHyun managed to maneuver himself into a position where he could release JiYong from the other vehicle and carried him to his own SUV.
SeungHyun removed JiYong’s clothing, checking him for injuries that would need hospitalization and then drove JiYong back to his house.
He turned on the shower and placed JiYong in a chair beneath the stream of water.
“I’m going to be back in a little while. You stay in here until I get back, you need to wash all the glass out of your hair and cuts.” SeungHyun closed the shower door and left the house.
About an hour later SeungHyun returned home to find JiYong in the shower just as he’d been told to stay. He washed JiYong’s wounds and checked his hair for any glass that hadn’t come out. He wrapped JiYong up in a large towel and took him to the bed, just holding onto him and drying him off for a while. After drying was bandaging JiYong’s plethora of wounds, and then to bed.
JiYong slept for two days, and when he woke up he was still incredibly sore. “SeungHyun?”
“I’m right here Ji.”
“Why am I here SeungHyun?”
“Didn’t you want to stay here instead of going back to your father?”
“Yes, but you got the documents for me.”
“Yeah, well I ransomed the Documents to my agency for my dismissal and that they would leave the two of us alone, and I blackmailed your father with exposing how he funded his company in the first place in exchange for you.”
“What does that mean?”
“That means JiYong, that you belong to me now, and the two of us are going to start our own agency.”
“Oh, that’s good, that was kind of what I wanted for Christmas.”