Die With Me (8/?)
YES AN UPDATE! Sorry for the lateness, but things are starting to get more complicated and I'm still trying to sort out various points with this story and the ending...
Also it might take me a while to update the next chapter, as I want to really get cracking on my requests and a few fics i owe certain people as presents...mianeh~ but i swear i won't neglect this!
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Die With Me (8/?)
viii.
Just as Zhoumi is about to slam the clarinet home, the door opens and the Grand Master comes in, glancing nonchalantly at the scene. “Mimi…I need my toy back now.” He proceeds to drag both Hankyung and Kyuhyun out of the room and back into the lounge, where the loud, visual displays of Donghae were still being played; on screen Donghae was moaning loudly and begging for Hankyung to let him come, the sound blarring across the room as the old man brings Hankyung’s hands above his head, locking them in place. The scene changes to what must have happened whilst they were in Zhoumi’s room, the camera doing a closeup on Donghae’s face as he moans and pants, a pale, veined hand working his cock brutally. Hankyung glances at Donghae, his head bowed as he sobbed with shame, his cock wet and red, cum splattered across his chest. Hankyung’s legs are brought up and locked into leather rings dangling from two metal chains on either side of his wrists. When the old man is done, Hankyung’s tied up against the wall, hands above his head, his legs pulled up against the level of his chest, only spread much more open, almost in a split. It is highly uncomfortable and it leaves Hankyung in a perfect position to be fucked.
The Grand Master leans close, eyes sparkling, “I do hope you’re comfortable Hankyung-shi…it’s going to be a long time till dawn.”
Siwon lets the man drop from his grasp, body trembling, practically crawling away as Siwon wipes his knife with pursed lips.
He closes his eyes momentarily, trying not to think about what could have happened to his lover. A sound alerts him and when he opens his eyes, Hyukjae is walking towards him, cheeks gaunt, eyes bloodshot. No news.
He leans against the alley wall, next to Siwon and he looks like he doesn’t know what to say.
“Siwonnie…what are we doing here?”
“hyung…waiting…praying…”
“W-what if…what if we don’t ever find them? What are we going to do?!”
Siwon hugs Hyukjae, trying to calm him down, “Hyung, hyung! We’ll find them, we will! Don’t think like that!”
Hyukjae clutches painfully at his shoulder and Siwon repeats it like a mantra, hoping to stay sane, as they move to the next underground club.
We’ll find them, we’ll find them…we’ll find them…
The old man unchains Donghae and yanks him up by his collar, shoving him across the room until he’s thrown onto Hankyung with a yelp. The Grand Master places a boot on Donghae’s lower back and pushes down hard so that Donghae’s erection grinded into Hankyung’s member, pulling a groan from both of them.
“Now Donghae, I want you to fuck Hankyung. Unstretched and hard.” Donghae’s eyes widen in horror and he tries to move away, but the boot grinds down harder and he whimpers. “Do it now.”
Hesitantly, Donghae braces himself against the wall, one hand resting on Hankyung’s thigh, lining up his member to the other’s exposed entrance. He stares at the Chinese man with terrified eyes, fear and terror dancing wildly in brown orbs.
“Remember Donghae. Hard. I want him screaming.”
Donghae squeezes his eyes shut tightly, “I’m so sorry hyung,” before slamming himself in, flinching and choking at the scream he draws out.
“Very good. Now pull out and slam back in, fuck his tight little hole until it bleeds.”
His nails digging into his own palms at what he’s about to do, apologetic tears flood Donghae’s eyes as pulls out and slams back in, again and again, Hankyung jerking and crying out beneath him as the thick shaft fills him completely. Donghae shudders as he comes, a loud moan escaping as he empties into his hyung, a few more thrusts so that Hankyung tumbles over the edge as well, spraying Donghae’s chest as he trembles in his chains.
Kibum finds an envelope sitting on his bed and as he reads the card inside, he quickly gasps and runs out of the room. He bumps into Siwon just as he comes back and quickly shows him the card, the other man’s eyes widening and jaw tightens painfully. They exchange glances and nods grimly, slipping out the door to grab what they need. The card slipped inside Kibum’s jacket, the words almost burning against his skin.
Your friends are at The Kingdom. TWO of you meet me in the garden, I can help you.
“Alright, Kyuhyun, come suck Donghae’s cock until he’s hard again.” Kyuhyun is dragged and dumped in Donghae’s lap, the Grand Master prying his jaw open and shoving it over Donghae’s cum covered cock. As much as Kyuhyun hates sucking cock, he can’t hurt Donghae, so he licks and sucks like he’s suppose to, hollowing his cheeks so it can be done faster. Soon after, Donghae’s hard again, panting softly, eyes closed. He’s yanked to his feet, “Ok Donghae, go on, fuck him again.”
Donghae grits his teeth and steps closer, biting down on his lips as he pushes in once more. Donghae slides a hand beneath Hankyung’s head, stopping it from banging against the wall each time; it was the only thing he can do to help. By the time he reaches his orgasm again, Donghae slumps to the ground and he’s left there, because the old man is picking Kyuhyun up and shoving him against Hankyung, telling him to fuck him or he will do it himself. Kyuhyun can barely stand, his own hole swollen and bleeding, but his back stiffens at the threatened rape and he wraps on hand behind Hankyung’s neck and one on his hips, pushing in with a groan. Hankyung screams and jerks, because whilst Donghae was thick, Kyuhyun is slimmer but long, really long and it impales him right to his core. Kyuhyun thrusts, jerking his hips and Hankyung cries out each time, body writhing and Kyuhyun moans.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Kyuhyun? You’re rock hard just watching Donghae fuck your beloved hyung, because that’s what you’ve dreamed about, right? You’re over the moon that he’s tied up and spread all ready for you to just fuck. Feel that tight, sweet hole just calling for you, begging you to sink deeper into it.”
After Kyuhyun comes, Donghae is made to take his place. The two alternating to take Hankyung, not allowed to stop until dawn broke through the window.
Kyuhyun groans deep and slides out, dropping to the floor utterly exhausted and Donghae pulls him into a hug. Hankyung is hanging heavily in his bindings, unconscious; head lolling, seemingly boneless, cum and blood dripping from his abused hole.
Donghae cries feeling Kyuhyun sob against him, thinking for the first time, not ‘when will we get out of here’, but rather ‘when will we die so all this can end.”
Kangin barely looks up as the door opens, his head down, hands tearing at his hair.
“Kangin-ah,” the soft voice has him jerking his head up in shock, mouth dropping. “T-teukie?!”
The older male smiles gently, “I managed to get a day off. Minnie and I were both worried sick about you guys.
Kangin pulls Leeteuk into his arms, breathing in the familiar scent, burying his head in that slender neck; letting himself be comforted for even a moment. There was no need for facades with Leeteuk.
“God Teukie…I don’t know what to do…it’s been almost five days…they could be-” He chokes on his words and Leeteuk tightens his arms around him. “It’s going to be okay…we just have to look at more places, search where we haven’t yet…”
“But that’s the thing, we’ve torn the streets apart looking for them, none of the pleasure establishments or shady drug or weapon places have heard anything…we’re out of places to search.”
Leeteuk ponders for a second, his eyes suddenly snapping open, mouth widening in horror, “Oh no…oh God…there is one more place where they could be…”
Kangin was immediately on his feet, eyes wide, “Where?!”
The hopeful look drains from Kangin’s face as Leeteuk spoke, voice trembling, “The Kingdom.”
“No…”
“Yeah…Kangin…if they’re there…after five days…I doubt they’ll still be alive…”
Kangin’s eyes were so dark they were black, the cup he had been holding shattering in his grip. “No! They have to be alive, they’re Phoenix members…they’re strong…”
Leeteuk shook his head, tears welling, “Perhaps you should wish they weren’t…a quick death is the best option in that place.”
There are sounds of faint laughter and the feeling of warm hands sliding along his skin and Hankyung smiles as he breathes in Siwon’s scent, leaning into the comforting touch trustingly. “Siwon-ah…”
Siwon smiles down at him, one hand smoothing back his hair and the other sliding his body to squeeze teasingly at his member. Hankyung blushes and grins, reaching out to touch that handsome face, only to find himself unable. Then Siwon’s eyes narrow and turn darker, skin peeling back and hands turning into claws, clenching painfully around him and digging roughly inside him.
“S-Siwon!”
The face above him warps and Hankyung is left with a mocking sneer and sharp eyes yanking him out of his safe haven.
Leeteuk steps out after hugging everyone warmly, his smile fading as he turns down the corridors, stepping out of the entrance and seeing the man with the long trench coat, leather gloves and smoking a cigarette, waiting for him.
“Did everything you came here to do?” He didn’t have a day off at all.
“Yes.”
“You going to be a good boy now?” He merely made an exchange.
“…yes.”
In the Entertainment Centers, there were rules unlike other pleasure establishments. Every single ‘item’ was allowed one ‘no-go zone’ in which customers selecting the item was not allowed to do. Sungmin’s was kissing, Leeteuk’s…toys. Something about being fucked by inanimate objects shoved up his ass terrifies and disgusts him.
This man was one of Leeteuk’s regulars and he had made it his personal goal to convince Leeteuk to let him use toys on him.
“Now that I’ve let you take your detour here, you’re going to let me use them on you?”
Leeteuk squeezes his eyes shut and nods curtly, hands clenching as the man shoves him into an abandoned car in the alley, ripping off his pants; leathered hands pumping hard on his member, the friction burning.
Then the man cuffs him to the window and smirks as he opens his coat, Leeteuk hissing as he takes in the cock rings, numerous dildos, anal beads and butt plugs. The man quickly gags the shivering man beneath him and throws one leg over his shoulder, spreading Leeteuk’s ass.
Then Leeteuk’s screaming and screaming as a large dildo is shoved repeatedly inside him, unyielding against his unprepared entrance.
Kangin needed me…I gave him the comfort he needed…it’s worth it…this is worth it…
Hankyung jerks fully awake, recoiling from Zhoumi’s smirking face and vice-like grip. He’s slumped on the floor of the lounge, chained to the wall by his collar. Judging from the sky outside, it was late afternoon already.
A quick glance around the room has his blood freezing. Donghae is once again in that contraption in which Hankyung fucked him, only now his legs are lifted off the ground, ankles secured in a separate machine that has a row of various sized and shaped dildos aligned perfectly with Donghae’s entrance. Kyuhyun was strapped into a low chair on the ground, hands bound on either side so he couldn’t move.
The Grand Master presses a button and the screen and stereos blare to life again, this time depicting Zhoumi’s repeated rape of Kyuhyun from last night; Kyuhyun flinching and Donghae gasping in horror. The old man switches on another button and this time, the machine whirls to life, a penis shaped dildo moving forward mechanically and slowly enters Donghae, the hard plastic unyielding against soft flesh. It moves unexpectedly, giving short, fast thrusts followed by a period of just rubbing at the entrance and then a few long, hard thrusts; sometimes pulling out all the way before slamming back in and other times staying inside of Donghae for a long period of time.
A string of shouts has Hankyung jerking to the right, teeth gashing as he sees Zhoumi standing over Kyuhyun, shoving something inside his mouth that leaves Kyuhyun’s jaw gapping open, unable to clamp down. He grips Kyuhyun’s hair and shoves his cock into Kyuhyun’s mouth, thrusting in deep until the younger man gagged and choked. Zhoumi jerks his hips in quick thrusts, fucking Kyuhyun’s mouth thoroughly.
Donghae’s screaming and jerking has stopped, when Hankyung looks back, his breathing now ragged, panting as sweat gathers on his skin as his prostate is continuously hit. He comes with a cry, cum squirting forth, caught in a bowl on the ground.
Then before Donghae’s recovered, the machines swirls and another dildo clicks into place, this one wide at the base, tapering off into a narrow tip. Then Donghae’s screaming again as he’s fucked endlessly, orgasm s hitting harply after about ten minutes.
Kyuhyun shout draws Hankyung’s attention, Hankyung yanking hard enough on his chains to choke himself, as he watches Zhoumi empty himself all over Kyuhyun’s face, before shoving his flaccid cock back into Kyuhyun’s warm cavern.
The difference with the machine compared to a man, is that it never gets tired, never stops to rest or recover. It just goes on and on, mercilessly, fucking Donghae from screaming to moaning to gasping to just lying there limply.
Hankyung is scared to look at Kyuhyun, but from his shouts, he can tell Zhoumi has repeatedly ejaculated on his face, the one thing he finds more shameful than anything else. Hankyung couldn’t bear to see his dongsaeng’s face.
The machine plows on, as it goes through the various shaped dildos, leaving a big thick one, with a ridged surface till last. Donghae cries out sharply as it enters, sobbing as it works him thoroughly, his eyes rolling backwards at the ridges pushing against his walls. By the time Donghae reaches his orgasm again, his cry as he releases is pained and hoarse, body jerking and shuddering. The Master flicks of the switch finally and Donghae slumps, tears running down his face, hair plastered to his sweaty skin.
The bowl beneath Donghae is almost half full by now and the Grand Master walks over, a wine glass in hand and leans down to scoop up a full glass. “Mmmmm hmmmm, hot, delicious cum, who wants the first taste?”
He laughs at their horrified, repulsed faces, before holding the cup to Donghae, “Well, Donghae, seeing as you had to work so hard for all this, why don’t you take the honor.” And with that he slams Donghae’s head back against the wooden box and uses the pained gasp to pour the cum down his throat, Donghae choking as he’s forced to drink his own cum.
The old man then turns to Hankyung, smiling as he holds out another cup, forcing it down his throat in much the same manner as he did with Donghae, Hankyung grimacing as he swallows. Finally he turns to Kyuhyun, eyes clenched shut and hands balled into fists, his entire body rigid and shaking with disgust and anger. “Now our favourite cock-sucking whore…oh look at you, so beautiful covered in so much cum all over your face…you must really like it huh?” Then without another word, he pours the contents of the cup down Kyuhyun’s throat, yanking out what was holding his jaw open and clasping it shut until Kyuhyun swallowed, face twisting with disgust.
Kibum and Siwon slipped into the back gardens, guns drawn and waited for their contact to come. When a figure appears, they jump him and hold him down, eyes widening when they realize it’s Zhoumi.
“Zhoumi?! You’re the traitor!”
Zhoumi snorts, before pushing them off, “Do you want to rescue them or not? Both of you come with me, the Grand Master wants to see you.” Reluctantly they followed, down the richly furnished corridors and past a large room filled with chains and sexual contraptions, both their eyes widening, before they stop before a heavy, wooden door.
“Kibum, he wants to see you first.”
Kibum startles but walks in hesitantly. About three minutes later, he comes out and Siwon grasps his arm, “What did he say?”
“H-he said that he was getting a new batch of boys, so he doesn’t really need them anymore. He said I could go and save one of them right now.”
“One?!”
“Y-yeah he made it pretty clear.
Zhoumi cut in, “Siwon he wants to see you now.”
Siwon’s jaw tightened, but he nodded and walked briskly behind those doors, pausing at the door, “Kibum, once you get him, get out of here as soon as possible, don’t wait for me.” With that he steps in, the door slamming shut behind him.
Zhoumi shoves Kibum lightly, “Come on, let’s go rescue your 'beloved'.”
They’re back in the cell and Hankyung is cradling Donghae carefully, the younger man twisting in his sleep, brow furrowed.
There’s sudden movement outside of the door and Hankyung stiffens, wary that the old man had came in for an unexpected session. But when a figure slips inside, Hankyung gasps in relief at Kibum’s worried face.
“Kibum! What are you doing here?!”
“Hyung, don’t worry about that now, wait till we’re all out of here.”
“Thank God you came…”
“Hey hyung, I can only get one of you out first, but the others are coming real soon! Who’s in the worst shape right now, I’ll get him out first.”
Hankyung frowns at having to separate, but quickly nods and points at Donghae, “Take Hae first, he’s had it pretty rough today, be gentle, he’ll still be aching like hell.”
Picking up Donghae carefully, Kibum flashes Hankyung and Kyuhyun a quick smile, before disappearing out the door.
Kibum carries Donghae gently, making sure not to aggravate any of his injuries. He walks into his room and places Donghae gently onto the bed, reaching over to the drawer to pick up the needle filled with painkillers and sleeping medicine. He injects the dose and waits a couple of minutes, watching Donghae’s pained face relax and his lips part slightly.
Brushing brown hair carefully off Donghae's face, Kibum touches the other's cheek, smiling softly, “Don’t worry Hae…I’ll take real good care of you.”
Sleep well, Donghae. Sleep well.
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Also it might take me a while to update the next chapter, as I want to really get cracking on my requests and a few fics i owe certain people as presents...mianeh~ but i swear i won't neglect this!
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Die With Me (8/?)
viii.
Just as Zhoumi is about to slam the clarinet home, the door opens and the Grand Master comes in, glancing nonchalantly at the scene. “Mimi…I need my toy back now.” He proceeds to drag both Hankyung and Kyuhyun out of the room and back into the lounge, where the loud, visual displays of Donghae were still being played; on screen Donghae was moaning loudly and begging for Hankyung to let him come, the sound blarring across the room as the old man brings Hankyung’s hands above his head, locking them in place. The scene changes to what must have happened whilst they were in Zhoumi’s room, the camera doing a closeup on Donghae’s face as he moans and pants, a pale, veined hand working his cock brutally. Hankyung glances at Donghae, his head bowed as he sobbed with shame, his cock wet and red, cum splattered across his chest. Hankyung’s legs are brought up and locked into leather rings dangling from two metal chains on either side of his wrists. When the old man is done, Hankyung’s tied up against the wall, hands above his head, his legs pulled up against the level of his chest, only spread much more open, almost in a split. It is highly uncomfortable and it leaves Hankyung in a perfect position to be fucked.
The Grand Master leans close, eyes sparkling, “I do hope you’re comfortable Hankyung-shi…it’s going to be a long time till dawn.”
Siwon lets the man drop from his grasp, body trembling, practically crawling away as Siwon wipes his knife with pursed lips.
He closes his eyes momentarily, trying not to think about what could have happened to his lover. A sound alerts him and when he opens his eyes, Hyukjae is walking towards him, cheeks gaunt, eyes bloodshot. No news.
He leans against the alley wall, next to Siwon and he looks like he doesn’t know what to say.
“Siwonnie…what are we doing here?”
“hyung…waiting…praying…”
“W-what if…what if we don’t ever find them? What are we going to do?!”
Siwon hugs Hyukjae, trying to calm him down, “Hyung, hyung! We’ll find them, we will! Don’t think like that!”
Hyukjae clutches painfully at his shoulder and Siwon repeats it like a mantra, hoping to stay sane, as they move to the next underground club.
We’ll find them, we’ll find them…we’ll find them…
The old man unchains Donghae and yanks him up by his collar, shoving him across the room until he’s thrown onto Hankyung with a yelp. The Grand Master places a boot on Donghae’s lower back and pushes down hard so that Donghae’s erection grinded into Hankyung’s member, pulling a groan from both of them.
“Now Donghae, I want you to fuck Hankyung. Unstretched and hard.” Donghae’s eyes widen in horror and he tries to move away, but the boot grinds down harder and he whimpers. “Do it now.”
Hesitantly, Donghae braces himself against the wall, one hand resting on Hankyung’s thigh, lining up his member to the other’s exposed entrance. He stares at the Chinese man with terrified eyes, fear and terror dancing wildly in brown orbs.
“Remember Donghae. Hard. I want him screaming.”
Donghae squeezes his eyes shut tightly, “I’m so sorry hyung,” before slamming himself in, flinching and choking at the scream he draws out.
“Very good. Now pull out and slam back in, fuck his tight little hole until it bleeds.”
His nails digging into his own palms at what he’s about to do, apologetic tears flood Donghae’s eyes as pulls out and slams back in, again and again, Hankyung jerking and crying out beneath him as the thick shaft fills him completely. Donghae shudders as he comes, a loud moan escaping as he empties into his hyung, a few more thrusts so that Hankyung tumbles over the edge as well, spraying Donghae’s chest as he trembles in his chains.
Kibum finds an envelope sitting on his bed and as he reads the card inside, he quickly gasps and runs out of the room. He bumps into Siwon just as he comes back and quickly shows him the card, the other man’s eyes widening and jaw tightens painfully. They exchange glances and nods grimly, slipping out the door to grab what they need. The card slipped inside Kibum’s jacket, the words almost burning against his skin.
Your friends are at The Kingdom. TWO of you meet me in the garden, I can help you.
“Alright, Kyuhyun, come suck Donghae’s cock until he’s hard again.” Kyuhyun is dragged and dumped in Donghae’s lap, the Grand Master prying his jaw open and shoving it over Donghae’s cum covered cock. As much as Kyuhyun hates sucking cock, he can’t hurt Donghae, so he licks and sucks like he’s suppose to, hollowing his cheeks so it can be done faster. Soon after, Donghae’s hard again, panting softly, eyes closed. He’s yanked to his feet, “Ok Donghae, go on, fuck him again.”
Donghae grits his teeth and steps closer, biting down on his lips as he pushes in once more. Donghae slides a hand beneath Hankyung’s head, stopping it from banging against the wall each time; it was the only thing he can do to help. By the time he reaches his orgasm again, Donghae slumps to the ground and he’s left there, because the old man is picking Kyuhyun up and shoving him against Hankyung, telling him to fuck him or he will do it himself. Kyuhyun can barely stand, his own hole swollen and bleeding, but his back stiffens at the threatened rape and he wraps on hand behind Hankyung’s neck and one on his hips, pushing in with a groan. Hankyung screams and jerks, because whilst Donghae was thick, Kyuhyun is slimmer but long, really long and it impales him right to his core. Kyuhyun thrusts, jerking his hips and Hankyung cries out each time, body writhing and Kyuhyun moans.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Kyuhyun? You’re rock hard just watching Donghae fuck your beloved hyung, because that’s what you’ve dreamed about, right? You’re over the moon that he’s tied up and spread all ready for you to just fuck. Feel that tight, sweet hole just calling for you, begging you to sink deeper into it.”
After Kyuhyun comes, Donghae is made to take his place. The two alternating to take Hankyung, not allowed to stop until dawn broke through the window.
Kyuhyun groans deep and slides out, dropping to the floor utterly exhausted and Donghae pulls him into a hug. Hankyung is hanging heavily in his bindings, unconscious; head lolling, seemingly boneless, cum and blood dripping from his abused hole.
Donghae cries feeling Kyuhyun sob against him, thinking for the first time, not ‘when will we get out of here’, but rather ‘when will we die so all this can end.”
Kangin barely looks up as the door opens, his head down, hands tearing at his hair.
“Kangin-ah,” the soft voice has him jerking his head up in shock, mouth dropping. “T-teukie?!”
The older male smiles gently, “I managed to get a day off. Minnie and I were both worried sick about you guys.
Kangin pulls Leeteuk into his arms, breathing in the familiar scent, burying his head in that slender neck; letting himself be comforted for even a moment. There was no need for facades with Leeteuk.
“God Teukie…I don’t know what to do…it’s been almost five days…they could be-” He chokes on his words and Leeteuk tightens his arms around him. “It’s going to be okay…we just have to look at more places, search where we haven’t yet…”
“But that’s the thing, we’ve torn the streets apart looking for them, none of the pleasure establishments or shady drug or weapon places have heard anything…we’re out of places to search.”
Leeteuk ponders for a second, his eyes suddenly snapping open, mouth widening in horror, “Oh no…oh God…there is one more place where they could be…”
Kangin was immediately on his feet, eyes wide, “Where?!”
The hopeful look drains from Kangin’s face as Leeteuk spoke, voice trembling, “The Kingdom.”
“No…”
“Yeah…Kangin…if they’re there…after five days…I doubt they’ll still be alive…”
Kangin’s eyes were so dark they were black, the cup he had been holding shattering in his grip. “No! They have to be alive, they’re Phoenix members…they’re strong…”
Leeteuk shook his head, tears welling, “Perhaps you should wish they weren’t…a quick death is the best option in that place.”
There are sounds of faint laughter and the feeling of warm hands sliding along his skin and Hankyung smiles as he breathes in Siwon’s scent, leaning into the comforting touch trustingly. “Siwon-ah…”
Siwon smiles down at him, one hand smoothing back his hair and the other sliding his body to squeeze teasingly at his member. Hankyung blushes and grins, reaching out to touch that handsome face, only to find himself unable. Then Siwon’s eyes narrow and turn darker, skin peeling back and hands turning into claws, clenching painfully around him and digging roughly inside him.
“S-Siwon!”
The face above him warps and Hankyung is left with a mocking sneer and sharp eyes yanking him out of his safe haven.
Leeteuk steps out after hugging everyone warmly, his smile fading as he turns down the corridors, stepping out of the entrance and seeing the man with the long trench coat, leather gloves and smoking a cigarette, waiting for him.
“Did everything you came here to do?” He didn’t have a day off at all.
“Yes.”
“You going to be a good boy now?” He merely made an exchange.
“…yes.”
In the Entertainment Centers, there were rules unlike other pleasure establishments. Every single ‘item’ was allowed one ‘no-go zone’ in which customers selecting the item was not allowed to do. Sungmin’s was kissing, Leeteuk’s…toys. Something about being fucked by inanimate objects shoved up his ass terrifies and disgusts him.
This man was one of Leeteuk’s regulars and he had made it his personal goal to convince Leeteuk to let him use toys on him.
“Now that I’ve let you take your detour here, you’re going to let me use them on you?”
Leeteuk squeezes his eyes shut and nods curtly, hands clenching as the man shoves him into an abandoned car in the alley, ripping off his pants; leathered hands pumping hard on his member, the friction burning.
Then the man cuffs him to the window and smirks as he opens his coat, Leeteuk hissing as he takes in the cock rings, numerous dildos, anal beads and butt plugs. The man quickly gags the shivering man beneath him and throws one leg over his shoulder, spreading Leeteuk’s ass.
Then Leeteuk’s screaming and screaming as a large dildo is shoved repeatedly inside him, unyielding against his unprepared entrance.
Kangin needed me…I gave him the comfort he needed…it’s worth it…this is worth it…
Hankyung jerks fully awake, recoiling from Zhoumi’s smirking face and vice-like grip. He’s slumped on the floor of the lounge, chained to the wall by his collar. Judging from the sky outside, it was late afternoon already.
A quick glance around the room has his blood freezing. Donghae is once again in that contraption in which Hankyung fucked him, only now his legs are lifted off the ground, ankles secured in a separate machine that has a row of various sized and shaped dildos aligned perfectly with Donghae’s entrance. Kyuhyun was strapped into a low chair on the ground, hands bound on either side so he couldn’t move.
The Grand Master presses a button and the screen and stereos blare to life again, this time depicting Zhoumi’s repeated rape of Kyuhyun from last night; Kyuhyun flinching and Donghae gasping in horror. The old man switches on another button and this time, the machine whirls to life, a penis shaped dildo moving forward mechanically and slowly enters Donghae, the hard plastic unyielding against soft flesh. It moves unexpectedly, giving short, fast thrusts followed by a period of just rubbing at the entrance and then a few long, hard thrusts; sometimes pulling out all the way before slamming back in and other times staying inside of Donghae for a long period of time.
A string of shouts has Hankyung jerking to the right, teeth gashing as he sees Zhoumi standing over Kyuhyun, shoving something inside his mouth that leaves Kyuhyun’s jaw gapping open, unable to clamp down. He grips Kyuhyun’s hair and shoves his cock into Kyuhyun’s mouth, thrusting in deep until the younger man gagged and choked. Zhoumi jerks his hips in quick thrusts, fucking Kyuhyun’s mouth thoroughly.
Donghae’s screaming and jerking has stopped, when Hankyung looks back, his breathing now ragged, panting as sweat gathers on his skin as his prostate is continuously hit. He comes with a cry, cum squirting forth, caught in a bowl on the ground.
Then before Donghae’s recovered, the machines swirls and another dildo clicks into place, this one wide at the base, tapering off into a narrow tip. Then Donghae’s screaming again as he’s fucked endlessly, orgasm s hitting harply after about ten minutes.
Kyuhyun shout draws Hankyung’s attention, Hankyung yanking hard enough on his chains to choke himself, as he watches Zhoumi empty himself all over Kyuhyun’s face, before shoving his flaccid cock back into Kyuhyun’s warm cavern.
The difference with the machine compared to a man, is that it never gets tired, never stops to rest or recover. It just goes on and on, mercilessly, fucking Donghae from screaming to moaning to gasping to just lying there limply.
Hankyung is scared to look at Kyuhyun, but from his shouts, he can tell Zhoumi has repeatedly ejaculated on his face, the one thing he finds more shameful than anything else. Hankyung couldn’t bear to see his dongsaeng’s face.
The machine plows on, as it goes through the various shaped dildos, leaving a big thick one, with a ridged surface till last. Donghae cries out sharply as it enters, sobbing as it works him thoroughly, his eyes rolling backwards at the ridges pushing against his walls. By the time Donghae reaches his orgasm again, his cry as he releases is pained and hoarse, body jerking and shuddering. The Master flicks of the switch finally and Donghae slumps, tears running down his face, hair plastered to his sweaty skin.
The bowl beneath Donghae is almost half full by now and the Grand Master walks over, a wine glass in hand and leans down to scoop up a full glass. “Mmmmm hmmmm, hot, delicious cum, who wants the first taste?”
He laughs at their horrified, repulsed faces, before holding the cup to Donghae, “Well, Donghae, seeing as you had to work so hard for all this, why don’t you take the honor.” And with that he slams Donghae’s head back against the wooden box and uses the pained gasp to pour the cum down his throat, Donghae choking as he’s forced to drink his own cum.
The old man then turns to Hankyung, smiling as he holds out another cup, forcing it down his throat in much the same manner as he did with Donghae, Hankyung grimacing as he swallows. Finally he turns to Kyuhyun, eyes clenched shut and hands balled into fists, his entire body rigid and shaking with disgust and anger. “Now our favourite cock-sucking whore…oh look at you, so beautiful covered in so much cum all over your face…you must really like it huh?” Then without another word, he pours the contents of the cup down Kyuhyun’s throat, yanking out what was holding his jaw open and clasping it shut until Kyuhyun swallowed, face twisting with disgust.
Kibum and Siwon slipped into the back gardens, guns drawn and waited for their contact to come. When a figure appears, they jump him and hold him down, eyes widening when they realize it’s Zhoumi.
“Zhoumi?! You’re the traitor!”
Zhoumi snorts, before pushing them off, “Do you want to rescue them or not? Both of you come with me, the Grand Master wants to see you.” Reluctantly they followed, down the richly furnished corridors and past a large room filled with chains and sexual contraptions, both their eyes widening, before they stop before a heavy, wooden door.
“Kibum, he wants to see you first.”
Kibum startles but walks in hesitantly. About three minutes later, he comes out and Siwon grasps his arm, “What did he say?”
“H-he said that he was getting a new batch of boys, so he doesn’t really need them anymore. He said I could go and save one of them right now.”
“One?!”
“Y-yeah he made it pretty clear.
Zhoumi cut in, “Siwon he wants to see you now.”
Siwon’s jaw tightened, but he nodded and walked briskly behind those doors, pausing at the door, “Kibum, once you get him, get out of here as soon as possible, don’t wait for me.” With that he steps in, the door slamming shut behind him.
Zhoumi shoves Kibum lightly, “Come on, let’s go rescue your 'beloved'.”
They’re back in the cell and Hankyung is cradling Donghae carefully, the younger man twisting in his sleep, brow furrowed.
There’s sudden movement outside of the door and Hankyung stiffens, wary that the old man had came in for an unexpected session. But when a figure slips inside, Hankyung gasps in relief at Kibum’s worried face.
“Kibum! What are you doing here?!”
“Hyung, don’t worry about that now, wait till we’re all out of here.”
“Thank God you came…”
“Hey hyung, I can only get one of you out first, but the others are coming real soon! Who’s in the worst shape right now, I’ll get him out first.”
Hankyung frowns at having to separate, but quickly nods and points at Donghae, “Take Hae first, he’s had it pretty rough today, be gentle, he’ll still be aching like hell.”
Picking up Donghae carefully, Kibum flashes Hankyung and Kyuhyun a quick smile, before disappearing out the door.
Kibum carries Donghae gently, making sure not to aggravate any of his injuries. He walks into his room and places Donghae gently onto the bed, reaching over to the drawer to pick up the needle filled with painkillers and sleeping medicine. He injects the dose and waits a couple of minutes, watching Donghae’s pained face relax and his lips part slightly.
Brushing brown hair carefully off Donghae's face, Kibum touches the other's cheek, smiling softly, “Don’t worry Hae…I’ll take real good care of you.”
Sleep well, Donghae. Sleep well.
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