The Art of Being A Slave
Title: The Art of Being A Slave Part 1a
Author: wishunew
Rating: R
Warning: Mention of Past Abuse, Language, minor sexual content
Summary: Jonghyun and Jinki are slaves in a world where indentured servitude is a common thing. But, as with everyone that has been given power over other humans, there are some who are good, there are some who are bad, and there are the rare few that pick up the pieces when the other two are done
(crossposted on tumblr)
It was only a few years ago when they’d been pulled out of their old masters houses and shuffled together to be retrained by Master Yunho, gifted with a firm voice and gentle hands, but it felt like a lifetime. Yunho worked with the government to reeducate abused slaves, help them find self worth, or god forbid, get them out of the program altogether, if their cases were bad enough. There were lots of people like Master Yunho, Jonghyun knew, but he wasn’t privy to the official ins and outs of the government to know just how many there were for each slave, or anything like that. All he knew is that he and Jinki hyung were lucky to have been sent to him.
They’d known each other when they were free. Jinki was a year ahead of him in high school, before Jonghyun had to drop out and find a job when his father left, forcing the young boy to grow up to support his family. Work was scarce, especially one that would support three people. And when Jinki couldn't afford to go to college, his parents meat shop starting to go under, there had been only one real logical conclusion. Slavery had been legalized and regulated some years earlier, anyone who was willing to become a slave would register, and be trained to serve in all manner of ways, depending on what they had registered for. Both Jonghyun and Jinki could sing well, so they started as entertainers, and with JInki’s GPA, he also applied for teacher. They would be sold depending on their ranking at the end of the training period, and the money would be sent to their families, after the government took out taxes, along with a small sum every month until the contract was up.
Their first two masters had been together, and it was good, just singing when necessary, but then they were sold again, separately, this time, when their master had gone bankrupt, and that was when everything had changed. The next time they saw each other Jinki was hollowed eyed, and Jonghyun didn't like to be touched, seen in passing at a party their new masters had both attended, six months after their sale. They’d snuck off to share a hug and trade reassuring words that it would get better, but neither of them believed each other, as Jinki was chained up to a woman with wild eyes and Jonghyun was dragged back to his greasy mob boss wanna be.
They met again, barely a year later, at a slavery intervention office. Jonghyun had been taken from his masters house when the man’s wife reported him for sexually abusing a dependant, Jonghyun, which was against the law since slave contracts expressly prohibited unwanted sexual contact, as a slave is property everywhere but the bedroom, unless negotiated otherwise. He was ushered into the waiting area by a thick woman with a kind smile, who sat him next to a young man with long, golden brown hair, two black eyes and a nose so broken it was almost flat. But he looked familiar somehow, and despite Jonghyun's deep desire to look at nothing but his feet for the rest of his life, he stared, trying to place it. Until the other looked up, and Jonghyun realized it was Jinki, and they cried for hours because this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. When they called Jinki into the office, Jonghyun refused to let go of his hand, and that’s probably the only reason they both were sent to Yunho, instead of separated once again.
Yunho was training three other slaves when they had arrived, kept in private parts of the older mans large estate, not including the three young slaves that tended to his house. Minho, the one who answers the door and helps Yunho with his paperwork, Key who cooks, and Taemin who cleans. The master of the house had taken one look at the two of them, Jinki glaring defiantly at him, beaten, angry, Jjong remembered Yunho saying later on, as Jonghyun tried not to cower too obviously, and left. Taemin had come back, looking puzzled and lost as he explained that the master would not be showing them to their room and that he would be instead.
It was two weeks before they saw their new master again. Separately this time, they were called into his office to be spoken with privately. Jonghyun was so nervous he couldn't even look at the man until he was commanded to, which made him kind of want to vomit, if he was being truthful. But Master Yunho was handsome, and beautiful when he smiled, which he did when Jonghyun finally met his eyes. But he stumbled over the word master and flinched when the man tried to touch him. Master Yunho said it was okay, but Jonghyun still cried when he got back to his room, after Jinki had been called away.
He felt like a failure, to his family and himself, and now to Master Yunho. He was probably going to be sent home, his family was going to lose the money that they’d been getting and his life thus far would have amounted to nothing but pain and misery and uselessness. He jumped a mile when Jinki sat down next to him, it put that angry look back on the older man’s face and Jonghyun wanted to cry all over again.
Working with Master Yunho was like walking on eggshells barefoot. Neither he nor Jinki knew what to expect from the strange man, as Jonghyun kept his eyes trained down while Jinki was always watching him like there was nothing else in the room. Jinki had explained to Jonghyun late one night when the younger had climbed into his bed, that his Mistress had beaten him for things he did wrong. Sometimes, the things that were okay one day, were wrong the next. Masters could never be trusted. Jonghyun didn’t know, but Jinki sounded so sure about it, even though he officially owned them, he never tried to touch them as he ordered them to follow around Minho, Taemin or Kibum for the day, to learn their chores, focus on working instead of antagonizing over him.
A few months after they first arrived, Jonghyun became aware of the fact that of the five slaves sent to him to be rehabilitated, only Jinki and Jonghyun remained. It unsettled the younger slave, but Jinki was stone faced about it, throwing himself into any work offered to him that didn’t involve interacting with their master. That was, until Christmas, when the master had gathered them all into a cozy room with a fire and a big tree, the biggest Jonghyun had ever seen, and let the five slaves call home. What seemed to be a common thing for the three other slaves had never been offered to either Jinki or Jonghyun. it had been nearly three years since either of them had been able to interact with their families at all. They both lied a lot, about singing for their masters, teaching children like Jinki had always wanted to do. Jonghyun didn’t cry when he got to talk to his mother because he was the man of the house. He was glad that the money they got from him helped get his sister to college, and he’d thought he’d never see Jinki smile again until the older man had found out he’d saved his parents’ business. Things went well until Yunho instructed Jinki to rub his feet. The older man did it, but he seethed like a boiling pot of water as he did, and Jonghyun, from his perch next to the master, knew that Yunho wasn’t taking his eyes off of Jinki because he could not trust him. But Jonghyun stopped paying attention to that when his master reached for his hand, holding it for the rest of the concert they were watching, not that Jonghyun could enjoy it, his vision going kind of hazy white in panic. He couldn’t tell anything until after the man had let go, and then Jonghyun just bowed politely at him and ran away as fast as he could, followed by Jinki and the storm of his anger. They both knew they had disappointed Yunho that night, as Jonghyun internalized it and Jinki took his frustrations out on the pillows.
Yunho came to them in the morning, when they were still wrapped around each other as they sought comfort from the only ones they really trusted. “I’ve decided” the older man said, voice gentle and deep, “That there is no way to help you while I remain your master.”The slaves tensed, eyes wide. Was he going to send them somewhere else? Take them out of the program maybe? But he’d been there for the phonecalls, their families needed the money.
“What are you saying?” Jinki asked, voice full of expected betrayal and eyes guarded as he stared at Yunho definitely, like he had been waiting for this moment since they’d gotten here, the moment Master Yunho turned out to be just like the last master he had.
The older man sighed and ran a hand through his short brown hair, tugging lightly before he crouched down at the end of the bed, making himself seem shorter as he looked both damaged boys in the eye “You don’t trust masters, and you have your reasons. Everyone who walks through my door does, and for us to work together, I need you to trust me.” His eyes bore into them as if he could see down to the very depths of their souls. Jonghyun squirmed and blushed under the heavy gaze, “I’m not going to be your Master Yunho anymore” he said slowly, not because he thought they were stupid, but because he wanted them to grasp the concept, “From now on, I want you both to act like I’m your father.” He said the words with a small smile, warm and caring and heartfelt that Jonghyun felt himself smiling back, hesitantly, scared. Even as Jinki gripped his hand so hard it hurt a little, “I know I’m not that much older than you, but you don’t have to call me master, or sir anymore. I know it makes you uncomfortable. You can call me Dad, or Father, if that’s too awkward.”
Jonghyun bit his lip and looked over at Jinki, who had mistrust in his eyes, but he was watching Jonghyun, waiting for the younger man to agree or disagree with their master… father? “Daddy?” Jonghyun said hesitantly as he turned to look at the master, blushing again at the almost blinding smile the man was giving him.
“That will work as well, Jonghyun-ah” he said, reaching out to pat the younger boys shin before standing up and rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, “Now, I would like it if both of you got dressed. Your contracts say you wanted to be singers, but I don’t imagine you’ve done so in a while. We’ll have to get you some vocal lessons to be sure you aren't too rusty for my New Years Party. It’s been a while since I’ve had a live band. If you guys really improve, maybe you can invite your families, and lie less to them.” He winked at the two boys before he walked out of the room, leaving them to their privacy.
The vocal lessons, and performing for their families at Yunho's party were just one of many points that marked the turning of their relationship with Yunho. He never made a promise that he didn’t keep, and to help assuage Jinki, had a list called “House Rules” printed out and placed all over the large mansion, and never did he divert from them or add any on. They were still expected to do their chores, and to behave like proper a slave should, taking their training from one of the other three, until the evening, where they would all share a meal and be forced to talk about their day. Then Yunho would take Jonghyun and Jinki into his study, where Jinki could get a book to read, and Jonghyun could work on his newly discovered talent of writing music.
Everything was fine, until Jonghyun had a nightmare of his old master, and instead of crawling into Jinki’s bed, he crept quickly down the hall and knocked on Yunho’s door, “Daddy, I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?” He was quickly ushered in, and it was surprisingly easy for him to snuggle into the larger man’s bare chest, feeling warm and safe in daddy’s arms.
In the morning, Jonghyun woke up to a bellow of pure rage. Yunho had barely pushed him out of the bed before Jinki was on top of the older man, clawing at his arms and trying to go for his throat. “How could you do this?” Jinki was screaming, rage filled motions messy and uncoordinated, “He trusted you! How dare you!” It took Jonghyun a moment to realize that Jinki didn’t know what had happened, that the older slave had woken to find Jonghyun missing from their room, finding him in the arms of their master, and after everything that Jonghyun had told him, Jonghyun could understand why the older boy had jumped to the conclusion he did. But it was wrong, and he was hurting daddy.
“Jinki!” Jonghyun cried, crawling onto the bed to try and stop the older man’s flailing limbs from doing any more damage, “Hyung, stop! Please, it’s okay.” But Jinki was barely listening, near hysterical and Jonghyun was flattered, really, but this was going to get Jinki in a lot of trouble if they didn’t stop right now, so he launched himself at the older slave, wrapping his arms around Jinki and holding him tight until he stopped struggling, sagging into Jonghyun’s hold.
“You were gone,” Jinki whispered, clinging tightly to the younger boy, “you were gone, and I couldn’t find you, and normally you wake me up if you’re scared, and then you were here and I just couldn’t think.” he was crying now, Jonghyun could feel the hot tears on his shoulder, as he rubbed Jinkis back, shooting a hesitant look at Yunho, who was inspecting himself, making sure that Jinkis clumsy, rage fueled attack hadn't actually hurt him all that badly, but the look on his face was dangerously level and Jonghyun didn’t like it.
“Jinki,” Yunho intoned as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, and the slave tensed in Jonghyun's arms, “Come here”
Jonghyun whined, holding the other tighter, “Daddy, please. He didn't mean it.” But Jinki was already trying to disentangle himself from Jonghyun's hold, stone faced as he mentally prepared himself for his punishment.
“I understand that Jjong-ah” Yunho said, as he gently but firmly pulled Jinki over to him and forcing the boy over his lap, “But your brother has to learn a lesson. Rule number 16 says we don’t assume things. We ask.” Jinki practically sagged over Yunho's lap as he was reminded of the rules, all the fight going out of him. Jonghyun bit his lip and nodded, kneeling on the bed behind Yunho as the older man tugged down Jinki’s sweats, pushing them down till they pooled around his knees, exposing the disobedient slaves bare ass to the room.
Jinki blushed and hid his head in his hands, biting his lip to keep from lashing out further.
“How old are you, Jinki-yah?” Yunho asked, as he ran his large hands up and down the back of the boys legs, patience despite the steel in his voice.
“T-twenty, Daddy” Jinki answered back, voice barely a whisper.
Above him Yunho nodded, “I’m going to spank you now Jinki. One for every year that you should know better, okay?” He waited for the boy to nod before he brought his hand up, “Count for me.” the master ordered as be brought his hand down. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, making Jonghyun flinch as he watched the red imprint of their master’s hand form on the other slave’s ass as Jinki hissed out the number one.
Jonghyun held his breath as the punishment went on. This was the first real punishment either of them had had since being transferred into Yunho’s care. Jinki broke into tears around ten, his ass and thighs littered with red handprints, his hands fisted into the bedding at thirteen, and at fifteen he was flushed, voice trembling we he struggled with his position over Yunho’s lap, ass glowing red as he stuttered his way through the last five. The sound of the punishment faded out, leaving a stunned silence that was only punctuated by Jinki’s harsh pants and quiet sobs.
“Jonghyun?” Yunho’s voice was gentle and calm like always, lacking the rigidness it had had earlier, as he looked over at the younger of the two slaves, the hand he hadn’t been using to punish Jinki slowly petting the boys lower back, “Would you please leave your brother and me alone for a bit? There are some things we need to talk about privately.” he smiled at the boy, who looked hesitantly between his master and the slave slumped over his lap, “Go on, I’m sure Key’s up by now, and I know you’ve been trying to work on your cooking.”
It wasn't a a suggestion and Jonghyun knew it, as he slid his hand over to squeeze Jinki’s reassuringly, before leaving the room, closing the door quietly as he left.
When Yunho was sure Jonghyun was gone, he gently heaved the limp boy in his lap up onto the bed. Jinki immediately rolled onto his side to get off his sore ass, raising a leg up to try and hide the erection that had formed halfway through his punishment. He whimpered under the weight of Yunho’s stare, feeling more naked than ever before.
“This is nothing to be ashamed of.” the older man said, rubbing his hand over the smaller mans back, “It happens to a lot of people.” He frowned when Jinki still refused to do anything but shake under his hands. The slaves file had said that he’d been beaten, pretty severely, but there had been nothing about sexual trauma. If the Bureau had overlooked something like that, he’d never let them hear the end of it, “Come on baby, I need you to talk to me.”
“Mistress didn't like it.” Jinki said at length as he composed himself, still panting, eyes still overly bright with tears sneaking out, “I’d been having a… a dream, when mistress woke me up by breaking my nose with something…Sh-she said I was gross, dirty.” Yunho cooed gently as Jinki opened up, “Her husband heard my screams and came running.” he broke off with a heavy sob.
Yunho frowned and moved to lay down behind Jinki, wrapping an arm around the naked boy’s waist and just holding him as he let out his anguish. Suddenly, Jinki rolled over, pressing himself into Yunho's chest as he cried, and the older man just held him close, raining soft kisses over the side of his face as he tried not to let the press of the slave’s still hard cock against his belly turn him on. Neither of the boys were ready for anything sexual even to be brought up. He focused more on calming the younger down as he forced himself to forget about his libido.
The master waited until the sobs subsided into small hiccups and Jinki wiggled back a little bit, flushed with shame, before he reached to help pull the youngers pants up, purposely avoiding touching his privates at all as he resettled the loose pants on the slaves hips. “I imagine your ass is going to be very sore.” Yunho said, and Jinki nodded, blushing brighter as he rolled over onto his back and tried to sit up, “I’m sorry that I had to do that Jinki, but rules are rules. But I’'m glad you could tell me those things, sweetheart. You know I’m only trying to help you, right?”
Jinki nodded, not looking at his master as the shame of feeling like an idiot child weight over him. He bit his lip as Yunho ruffled his long hair, still shifting and trying to get comfortable on the bed. The older man laughed as he got up, adjusting himself in his pants as he shuffled into his slippers and stretched, “I’m going to see how Jonghyun and Kibum are coming along with breakfast, and then the three of us will eat in here, alright?” he smiled when Jinki nodded again, leaning down to kiss the younger man on the forehead, “I love you baby boy, remember that.”
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After his first punishment, Jinki seemed to relax around Yunho, easily flowing into calling him Daddy like Jonghyun had done, more easily curling up with him on the couch, and not being so bitchface, as Kibum called it when Jinki wasn’t looking, when Yunho asked him to rub his feet. And as Jinki relaxed around the older man, so did Jonghyun, curling into the man's arms and purring like a kitten as Yunho stroked his hair, getting longer by the day. It was a comfortable life, like something they had expected when they’d both signed up, even if the daddy aspect of it had been a bit new.
Jonghyun now opted to crawl into bed with Yunho when he had bad dreams, even though Jinki would follow soon after him, and they would curl up in a big pile of limbs on Yunho's king size bed. Yunho didn't know what was cuter, Jonghyun curled up around one of his pillows, sucking his thumb in his sleep, or Jinki, who had started bringing his own blanket and always ended up curled up like a cocoon in it.
But the day everything changed for them was the day Yunho got a letter from the reintegrations office, asking for status updates on Jinki and Jonghyun, wanting to know if they were well enough to be cycled back into the system, or if they were going to be sent home. And just like that, the fairytale that seemed to have been erected around the three of them crumbled. Yunho wasn't their real master, or their "daddy", he was just doing his job to help them move over their trauma, and send them away. Jonghyun would like to think he was understanding, as Yunho read the letter to them in his study, even though he knew he was crying. He didn't want to leave Yunho.
But beside him Jinki had gone rigid, face hardening at the news, before he bowed an exact 90° angle towards Yunho, "Of course, Master. I will go pack" like the man had already decided when they would leave, and turned on his feel, stalking off even as Yunho called after him.
"Damn that boy" Yunho growled, slamming the letter onto the desk, and leaning back to rub his eyes, "Just when I think I’m getting somewhere with him, something happens and we're right back to square one."
"He’s scared." Jonghyun said quietly, not looking at Yunho as he spoke, "He doesn't know how to express himself anymore. B-but" the young slave stammered when he felt the weight of Yunho’s attention on him, "We don’t wanna leave, D-daddy. I don't wanna leave. I like it here." He bit his lip, eyes dropping down to look at his feet as Yunho got up and moved towards him. Jjong shivered as the older man cupped his chin, making him look up to meet his gaze.
"I like it here with you both, as well, " the master said, caressing the smaller man’s cheek with his thumb, pulling him close to press a soft kiss on Jonghyun’s forehead, “Do you want me to talk to the ministry? I’ll buy you both? would you like that, sweetheart?”
Jonghyun blushed and bit his lip, choosing to nuzzle into Yunho’s hand instead of answering outright. He liked it when Yunho called him such endearing names, just like he thinks Yunho likes it when they call him Daddy. Just then something clicked in Jonghyun's head, and he looked up into the older mans warm eyes, “Daddy, didn't Jinki-hyung break the rules?” the heat that filled the bigger mans eyes at the innocent question made Jonghyun’s gut feel hot, and he blushed brighter, looking down again, “Are you going to have to punish him?”
Yunho nodded gravely, “I’m afraid so, love” he said, hugging Jonghyun tightly before letting go, “Why don't you stay here for now, hm? Watch a movie or pick out a book to read. I’ll deal with your brother and then we can all get some ice cream?” The younger nodded eagerly, dodging around Yunho's larger frame to leap into the office chair behind his desk.
“Daddy can I ask Taeminnie to come up? He’s the only one who watches anime with me.” Yunho nodded on his way out the door, chuckling at how hyperactive the nineteen year old could be at times. But as he closed the door on the younger chatting happily with Taemin over the intercom, he steeled himself for facing Jinki.
Yunho checked his library first, one of the older slave’s favorite spots, but it was empty save for Minho, who was dusting off the shelves like he said he would before going to stay with Changmin for the night. Sighing, Yunho trekked back though the house to his boys’ bedroom. He hated going into it. Going into any of the damaged slaves rooms felt like he was trespassing on their safest place. But this was the only other place Jinki would be, so he knocked politely, calling the others’ name softly and waited to be let in.
He didn't get a response, but after five or so minutes, he did hear the click of the door being unlocked, which he took as permission. He slowly opened the door, sighing when he saw Jinki by the window, his back towards Yunho as he entered. the young slave was tense, back rigid with the stress he was dealing with in his head. He looked ready to be attacked, already on guard against whatever Yunho was going to say, so instead, the master leaned back against the door, effectively blocking the exit, but still trying to remain unintimidating, and crossed his arms, watching the younger man.
“Did you-” Jinki started, voice shaking, before flinching at the sound and stopped himself to clear his throat, “Did you mean any of what you said to us?” he didn't turn to look at Yunho as he spoke, staring out the window like the line of trees would give him answers, “that you cared about us? That you loved us and were going to help us? Did you care at all?” he leaned his hands on the window sill, Yunho catching a deep, disgusted snarl on the others’ pretty face, “Did you want us to call you Daddy because you got off to it? Why are you in this type of business, Master?” he spit the word out like poison, “Praying on the damaged ones because who’s gonna notice a few more cracks?”
“You’re not damaged, Jinki.” Yunho said gently, as he took a step forward “you’re perfect, you and Jonghyun both. You’ve had a rough life, it's normal to feel defensive-”
“Normal?” Jinki sneered, whirling around and glaring at the larger man, anger radiating off of him in waves, “Normal? Nothing in my life has been normal since I decided to sell myself to help my parents. Three years ago, I was a normal person, but normal people don’t wear collars around their necks, normal people don’t get beaten by their mistresses for taking orders from her husband one day, then get beaten again the next for not listening to him. Normal people don’t have masters and mistresses.” he spit out bitterly, eyes bright wet with anguish, “Normal people don’t have to look in the mirror every day and and be reminded of how fucking broken they are.”
Jinki’s first reaction when Yunho reached out for him was to flinch back, growling angrily at him like a wounded dog, even when it was clear that the older man wasn’t making a move to strike him. Instead, Yunho grabbed him and drew him in close, wrapping his arms tightly around the slave, hugging him tightly. But the touch seemed to make Jinki savage, as he instantly fought against the hold, doing everything in his power to get the older man off of him. He bit deep into the master’s shoulder as he scratched and pounded on his chest, doing everything he could think of to escape the older man’s hold. But Yunho never flinched and he never let go.
“It’s okay” he whispered, as Jinki screamed out his rage, glad that the younger wasn't turning the poison inward, “its gunna be okay Jinki. my perfect Jinki. I’m right here, sweetheart. It's okay” he repeated it like a mantra, like a prayer, as he stroked the boy’s hair while he fought and took his aggression against the world out on Yunho. The master was bleeding, the worst was from the bite, even Jinki’s mouth was bloodied from it, but the boy was losing steam, body sluggish and exhausted from such a violent outburst that finally he just sagged against Yunho, going limp in his arms.
Jinki’s eyes were closed, and he was breathing irregularly, so Yunho knew he wasn’t sleeping, had a deep suspicion that the boy was just waiting for him to do something, so Yunho swept Jinki up in his arms and gently laid him out on his bed. the slave was tense when his back hit the bedding, eyes flying open to glare angrily up at Yunho, baring his blood stained teeth at him as if to remind the master what he’d done with them and what he could do again, but Yunho just sighed and ruffled the younger boy’s hair.
“Goodnight sweetheart. Your brother will help you clean up later when he comes by to tell you the good news.” He stood with a gentle smile, like he wasn’t bleeding at this slave’s hands, “I’m going to buy the both of you, I’m not sending you away” But the look in the youngers eyes didn't change at the news, and Yunho knew, as he walked out of the room and closed the door, that if he couldn’t get Jinki to open up and start trusting him, or anyone really, He’d have to be cycled out of the system and sent home.
[ Part B]
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Author: wishunew
Rating: R
Warning: Mention of Past Abuse, Language, minor sexual content
Summary: Jonghyun and Jinki are slaves in a world where indentured servitude is a common thing. But, as with everyone that has been given power over other humans, there are some who are good, there are some who are bad, and there are the rare few that pick up the pieces when the other two are done
(crossposted on tumblr)
It was only a few years ago when they’d been pulled out of their old masters houses and shuffled together to be retrained by Master Yunho, gifted with a firm voice and gentle hands, but it felt like a lifetime. Yunho worked with the government to reeducate abused slaves, help them find self worth, or god forbid, get them out of the program altogether, if their cases were bad enough. There were lots of people like Master Yunho, Jonghyun knew, but he wasn’t privy to the official ins and outs of the government to know just how many there were for each slave, or anything like that. All he knew is that he and Jinki hyung were lucky to have been sent to him.
They’d known each other when they were free. Jinki was a year ahead of him in high school, before Jonghyun had to drop out and find a job when his father left, forcing the young boy to grow up to support his family. Work was scarce, especially one that would support three people. And when Jinki couldn't afford to go to college, his parents meat shop starting to go under, there had been only one real logical conclusion. Slavery had been legalized and regulated some years earlier, anyone who was willing to become a slave would register, and be trained to serve in all manner of ways, depending on what they had registered for. Both Jonghyun and Jinki could sing well, so they started as entertainers, and with JInki’s GPA, he also applied for teacher. They would be sold depending on their ranking at the end of the training period, and the money would be sent to their families, after the government took out taxes, along with a small sum every month until the contract was up.
Their first two masters had been together, and it was good, just singing when necessary, but then they were sold again, separately, this time, when their master had gone bankrupt, and that was when everything had changed. The next time they saw each other Jinki was hollowed eyed, and Jonghyun didn't like to be touched, seen in passing at a party their new masters had both attended, six months after their sale. They’d snuck off to share a hug and trade reassuring words that it would get better, but neither of them believed each other, as Jinki was chained up to a woman with wild eyes and Jonghyun was dragged back to his greasy mob boss wanna be.
They met again, barely a year later, at a slavery intervention office. Jonghyun had been taken from his masters house when the man’s wife reported him for sexually abusing a dependant, Jonghyun, which was against the law since slave contracts expressly prohibited unwanted sexual contact, as a slave is property everywhere but the bedroom, unless negotiated otherwise. He was ushered into the waiting area by a thick woman with a kind smile, who sat him next to a young man with long, golden brown hair, two black eyes and a nose so broken it was almost flat. But he looked familiar somehow, and despite Jonghyun's deep desire to look at nothing but his feet for the rest of his life, he stared, trying to place it. Until the other looked up, and Jonghyun realized it was Jinki, and they cried for hours because this wasn't how it was supposed to happen. When they called Jinki into the office, Jonghyun refused to let go of his hand, and that’s probably the only reason they both were sent to Yunho, instead of separated once again.
Yunho was training three other slaves when they had arrived, kept in private parts of the older mans large estate, not including the three young slaves that tended to his house. Minho, the one who answers the door and helps Yunho with his paperwork, Key who cooks, and Taemin who cleans. The master of the house had taken one look at the two of them, Jinki glaring defiantly at him, beaten, angry, Jjong remembered Yunho saying later on, as Jonghyun tried not to cower too obviously, and left. Taemin had come back, looking puzzled and lost as he explained that the master would not be showing them to their room and that he would be instead.
It was two weeks before they saw their new master again. Separately this time, they were called into his office to be spoken with privately. Jonghyun was so nervous he couldn't even look at the man until he was commanded to, which made him kind of want to vomit, if he was being truthful. But Master Yunho was handsome, and beautiful when he smiled, which he did when Jonghyun finally met his eyes. But he stumbled over the word master and flinched when the man tried to touch him. Master Yunho said it was okay, but Jonghyun still cried when he got back to his room, after Jinki had been called away.
He felt like a failure, to his family and himself, and now to Master Yunho. He was probably going to be sent home, his family was going to lose the money that they’d been getting and his life thus far would have amounted to nothing but pain and misery and uselessness. He jumped a mile when Jinki sat down next to him, it put that angry look back on the older man’s face and Jonghyun wanted to cry all over again.
Working with Master Yunho was like walking on eggshells barefoot. Neither he nor Jinki knew what to expect from the strange man, as Jonghyun kept his eyes trained down while Jinki was always watching him like there was nothing else in the room. Jinki had explained to Jonghyun late one night when the younger had climbed into his bed, that his Mistress had beaten him for things he did wrong. Sometimes, the things that were okay one day, were wrong the next. Masters could never be trusted. Jonghyun didn’t know, but Jinki sounded so sure about it, even though he officially owned them, he never tried to touch them as he ordered them to follow around Minho, Taemin or Kibum for the day, to learn their chores, focus on working instead of antagonizing over him.
A few months after they first arrived, Jonghyun became aware of the fact that of the five slaves sent to him to be rehabilitated, only Jinki and Jonghyun remained. It unsettled the younger slave, but Jinki was stone faced about it, throwing himself into any work offered to him that didn’t involve interacting with their master. That was, until Christmas, when the master had gathered them all into a cozy room with a fire and a big tree, the biggest Jonghyun had ever seen, and let the five slaves call home. What seemed to be a common thing for the three other slaves had never been offered to either Jinki or Jonghyun. it had been nearly three years since either of them had been able to interact with their families at all. They both lied a lot, about singing for their masters, teaching children like Jinki had always wanted to do. Jonghyun didn’t cry when he got to talk to his mother because he was the man of the house. He was glad that the money they got from him helped get his sister to college, and he’d thought he’d never see Jinki smile again until the older man had found out he’d saved his parents’ business. Things went well until Yunho instructed Jinki to rub his feet. The older man did it, but he seethed like a boiling pot of water as he did, and Jonghyun, from his perch next to the master, knew that Yunho wasn’t taking his eyes off of Jinki because he could not trust him. But Jonghyun stopped paying attention to that when his master reached for his hand, holding it for the rest of the concert they were watching, not that Jonghyun could enjoy it, his vision going kind of hazy white in panic. He couldn’t tell anything until after the man had let go, and then Jonghyun just bowed politely at him and ran away as fast as he could, followed by Jinki and the storm of his anger. They both knew they had disappointed Yunho that night, as Jonghyun internalized it and Jinki took his frustrations out on the pillows.
Yunho came to them in the morning, when they were still wrapped around each other as they sought comfort from the only ones they really trusted. “I’ve decided” the older man said, voice gentle and deep, “That there is no way to help you while I remain your master.”The slaves tensed, eyes wide. Was he going to send them somewhere else? Take them out of the program maybe? But he’d been there for the phonecalls, their families needed the money.
“What are you saying?” Jinki asked, voice full of expected betrayal and eyes guarded as he stared at Yunho definitely, like he had been waiting for this moment since they’d gotten here, the moment Master Yunho turned out to be just like the last master he had.
The older man sighed and ran a hand through his short brown hair, tugging lightly before he crouched down at the end of the bed, making himself seem shorter as he looked both damaged boys in the eye “You don’t trust masters, and you have your reasons. Everyone who walks through my door does, and for us to work together, I need you to trust me.” His eyes bore into them as if he could see down to the very depths of their souls. Jonghyun squirmed and blushed under the heavy gaze, “I’m not going to be your Master Yunho anymore” he said slowly, not because he thought they were stupid, but because he wanted them to grasp the concept, “From now on, I want you both to act like I’m your father.” He said the words with a small smile, warm and caring and heartfelt that Jonghyun felt himself smiling back, hesitantly, scared. Even as Jinki gripped his hand so hard it hurt a little, “I know I’m not that much older than you, but you don’t have to call me master, or sir anymore. I know it makes you uncomfortable. You can call me Dad, or Father, if that’s too awkward.”
Jonghyun bit his lip and looked over at Jinki, who had mistrust in his eyes, but he was watching Jonghyun, waiting for the younger man to agree or disagree with their master… father? “Daddy?” Jonghyun said hesitantly as he turned to look at the master, blushing again at the almost blinding smile the man was giving him.
“That will work as well, Jonghyun-ah” he said, reaching out to pat the younger boys shin before standing up and rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, “Now, I would like it if both of you got dressed. Your contracts say you wanted to be singers, but I don’t imagine you’ve done so in a while. We’ll have to get you some vocal lessons to be sure you aren't too rusty for my New Years Party. It’s been a while since I’ve had a live band. If you guys really improve, maybe you can invite your families, and lie less to them.” He winked at the two boys before he walked out of the room, leaving them to their privacy.
The vocal lessons, and performing for their families at Yunho's party were just one of many points that marked the turning of their relationship with Yunho. He never made a promise that he didn’t keep, and to help assuage Jinki, had a list called “House Rules” printed out and placed all over the large mansion, and never did he divert from them or add any on. They were still expected to do their chores, and to behave like proper a slave should, taking their training from one of the other three, until the evening, where they would all share a meal and be forced to talk about their day. Then Yunho would take Jonghyun and Jinki into his study, where Jinki could get a book to read, and Jonghyun could work on his newly discovered talent of writing music.
Everything was fine, until Jonghyun had a nightmare of his old master, and instead of crawling into Jinki’s bed, he crept quickly down the hall and knocked on Yunho’s door, “Daddy, I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?” He was quickly ushered in, and it was surprisingly easy for him to snuggle into the larger man’s bare chest, feeling warm and safe in daddy’s arms.
In the morning, Jonghyun woke up to a bellow of pure rage. Yunho had barely pushed him out of the bed before Jinki was on top of the older man, clawing at his arms and trying to go for his throat. “How could you do this?” Jinki was screaming, rage filled motions messy and uncoordinated, “He trusted you! How dare you!” It took Jonghyun a moment to realize that Jinki didn’t know what had happened, that the older slave had woken to find Jonghyun missing from their room, finding him in the arms of their master, and after everything that Jonghyun had told him, Jonghyun could understand why the older boy had jumped to the conclusion he did. But it was wrong, and he was hurting daddy.
“Jinki!” Jonghyun cried, crawling onto the bed to try and stop the older man’s flailing limbs from doing any more damage, “Hyung, stop! Please, it’s okay.” But Jinki was barely listening, near hysterical and Jonghyun was flattered, really, but this was going to get Jinki in a lot of trouble if they didn’t stop right now, so he launched himself at the older slave, wrapping his arms around Jinki and holding him tight until he stopped struggling, sagging into Jonghyun’s hold.
“You were gone,” Jinki whispered, clinging tightly to the younger boy, “you were gone, and I couldn’t find you, and normally you wake me up if you’re scared, and then you were here and I just couldn’t think.” he was crying now, Jonghyun could feel the hot tears on his shoulder, as he rubbed Jinkis back, shooting a hesitant look at Yunho, who was inspecting himself, making sure that Jinkis clumsy, rage fueled attack hadn't actually hurt him all that badly, but the look on his face was dangerously level and Jonghyun didn’t like it.
“Jinki,” Yunho intoned as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, and the slave tensed in Jonghyun's arms, “Come here”
Jonghyun whined, holding the other tighter, “Daddy, please. He didn't mean it.” But Jinki was already trying to disentangle himself from Jonghyun's hold, stone faced as he mentally prepared himself for his punishment.
“I understand that Jjong-ah” Yunho said, as he gently but firmly pulled Jinki over to him and forcing the boy over his lap, “But your brother has to learn a lesson. Rule number 16 says we don’t assume things. We ask.” Jinki practically sagged over Yunho's lap as he was reminded of the rules, all the fight going out of him. Jonghyun bit his lip and nodded, kneeling on the bed behind Yunho as the older man tugged down Jinki’s sweats, pushing them down till they pooled around his knees, exposing the disobedient slaves bare ass to the room.
Jinki blushed and hid his head in his hands, biting his lip to keep from lashing out further.
“How old are you, Jinki-yah?” Yunho asked, as he ran his large hands up and down the back of the boys legs, patience despite the steel in his voice.
“T-twenty, Daddy” Jinki answered back, voice barely a whisper.
Above him Yunho nodded, “I’m going to spank you now Jinki. One for every year that you should know better, okay?” He waited for the boy to nod before he brought his hand up, “Count for me.” the master ordered as be brought his hand down. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, making Jonghyun flinch as he watched the red imprint of their master’s hand form on the other slave’s ass as Jinki hissed out the number one.
Jonghyun held his breath as the punishment went on. This was the first real punishment either of them had had since being transferred into Yunho’s care. Jinki broke into tears around ten, his ass and thighs littered with red handprints, his hands fisted into the bedding at thirteen, and at fifteen he was flushed, voice trembling we he struggled with his position over Yunho’s lap, ass glowing red as he stuttered his way through the last five. The sound of the punishment faded out, leaving a stunned silence that was only punctuated by Jinki’s harsh pants and quiet sobs.
“Jonghyun?” Yunho’s voice was gentle and calm like always, lacking the rigidness it had had earlier, as he looked over at the younger of the two slaves, the hand he hadn’t been using to punish Jinki slowly petting the boys lower back, “Would you please leave your brother and me alone for a bit? There are some things we need to talk about privately.” he smiled at the boy, who looked hesitantly between his master and the slave slumped over his lap, “Go on, I’m sure Key’s up by now, and I know you’ve been trying to work on your cooking.”
It wasn't a a suggestion and Jonghyun knew it, as he slid his hand over to squeeze Jinki’s reassuringly, before leaving the room, closing the door quietly as he left.
When Yunho was sure Jonghyun was gone, he gently heaved the limp boy in his lap up onto the bed. Jinki immediately rolled onto his side to get off his sore ass, raising a leg up to try and hide the erection that had formed halfway through his punishment. He whimpered under the weight of Yunho’s stare, feeling more naked than ever before.
“This is nothing to be ashamed of.” the older man said, rubbing his hand over the smaller mans back, “It happens to a lot of people.” He frowned when Jinki still refused to do anything but shake under his hands. The slaves file had said that he’d been beaten, pretty severely, but there had been nothing about sexual trauma. If the Bureau had overlooked something like that, he’d never let them hear the end of it, “Come on baby, I need you to talk to me.”
“Mistress didn't like it.” Jinki said at length as he composed himself, still panting, eyes still overly bright with tears sneaking out, “I’d been having a… a dream, when mistress woke me up by breaking my nose with something…Sh-she said I was gross, dirty.” Yunho cooed gently as Jinki opened up, “Her husband heard my screams and came running.” he broke off with a heavy sob.
Yunho frowned and moved to lay down behind Jinki, wrapping an arm around the naked boy’s waist and just holding him as he let out his anguish. Suddenly, Jinki rolled over, pressing himself into Yunho's chest as he cried, and the older man just held him close, raining soft kisses over the side of his face as he tried not to let the press of the slave’s still hard cock against his belly turn him on. Neither of the boys were ready for anything sexual even to be brought up. He focused more on calming the younger down as he forced himself to forget about his libido.
The master waited until the sobs subsided into small hiccups and Jinki wiggled back a little bit, flushed with shame, before he reached to help pull the youngers pants up, purposely avoiding touching his privates at all as he resettled the loose pants on the slaves hips. “I imagine your ass is going to be very sore.” Yunho said, and Jinki nodded, blushing brighter as he rolled over onto his back and tried to sit up, “I’m sorry that I had to do that Jinki, but rules are rules. But I’'m glad you could tell me those things, sweetheart. You know I’m only trying to help you, right?”
Jinki nodded, not looking at his master as the shame of feeling like an idiot child weight over him. He bit his lip as Yunho ruffled his long hair, still shifting and trying to get comfortable on the bed. The older man laughed as he got up, adjusting himself in his pants as he shuffled into his slippers and stretched, “I’m going to see how Jonghyun and Kibum are coming along with breakfast, and then the three of us will eat in here, alright?” he smiled when Jinki nodded again, leaning down to kiss the younger man on the forehead, “I love you baby boy, remember that.”
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After his first punishment, Jinki seemed to relax around Yunho, easily flowing into calling him Daddy like Jonghyun had done, more easily curling up with him on the couch, and not being so bitchface, as Kibum called it when Jinki wasn’t looking, when Yunho asked him to rub his feet. And as Jinki relaxed around the older man, so did Jonghyun, curling into the man's arms and purring like a kitten as Yunho stroked his hair, getting longer by the day. It was a comfortable life, like something they had expected when they’d both signed up, even if the daddy aspect of it had been a bit new.
Jonghyun now opted to crawl into bed with Yunho when he had bad dreams, even though Jinki would follow soon after him, and they would curl up in a big pile of limbs on Yunho's king size bed. Yunho didn't know what was cuter, Jonghyun curled up around one of his pillows, sucking his thumb in his sleep, or Jinki, who had started bringing his own blanket and always ended up curled up like a cocoon in it.
But the day everything changed for them was the day Yunho got a letter from the reintegrations office, asking for status updates on Jinki and Jonghyun, wanting to know if they were well enough to be cycled back into the system, or if they were going to be sent home. And just like that, the fairytale that seemed to have been erected around the three of them crumbled. Yunho wasn't their real master, or their "daddy", he was just doing his job to help them move over their trauma, and send them away. Jonghyun would like to think he was understanding, as Yunho read the letter to them in his study, even though he knew he was crying. He didn't want to leave Yunho.
But beside him Jinki had gone rigid, face hardening at the news, before he bowed an exact 90° angle towards Yunho, "Of course, Master. I will go pack" like the man had already decided when they would leave, and turned on his feel, stalking off even as Yunho called after him.
"Damn that boy" Yunho growled, slamming the letter onto the desk, and leaning back to rub his eyes, "Just when I think I’m getting somewhere with him, something happens and we're right back to square one."
"He’s scared." Jonghyun said quietly, not looking at Yunho as he spoke, "He doesn't know how to express himself anymore. B-but" the young slave stammered when he felt the weight of Yunho’s attention on him, "We don’t wanna leave, D-daddy. I don't wanna leave. I like it here." He bit his lip, eyes dropping down to look at his feet as Yunho got up and moved towards him. Jjong shivered as the older man cupped his chin, making him look up to meet his gaze.
"I like it here with you both, as well, " the master said, caressing the smaller man’s cheek with his thumb, pulling him close to press a soft kiss on Jonghyun’s forehead, “Do you want me to talk to the ministry? I’ll buy you both? would you like that, sweetheart?”
Jonghyun blushed and bit his lip, choosing to nuzzle into Yunho’s hand instead of answering outright. He liked it when Yunho called him such endearing names, just like he thinks Yunho likes it when they call him Daddy. Just then something clicked in Jonghyun's head, and he looked up into the older mans warm eyes, “Daddy, didn't Jinki-hyung break the rules?” the heat that filled the bigger mans eyes at the innocent question made Jonghyun’s gut feel hot, and he blushed brighter, looking down again, “Are you going to have to punish him?”
Yunho nodded gravely, “I’m afraid so, love” he said, hugging Jonghyun tightly before letting go, “Why don't you stay here for now, hm? Watch a movie or pick out a book to read. I’ll deal with your brother and then we can all get some ice cream?” The younger nodded eagerly, dodging around Yunho's larger frame to leap into the office chair behind his desk.
“Daddy can I ask Taeminnie to come up? He’s the only one who watches anime with me.” Yunho nodded on his way out the door, chuckling at how hyperactive the nineteen year old could be at times. But as he closed the door on the younger chatting happily with Taemin over the intercom, he steeled himself for facing Jinki.
Yunho checked his library first, one of the older slave’s favorite spots, but it was empty save for Minho, who was dusting off the shelves like he said he would before going to stay with Changmin for the night. Sighing, Yunho trekked back though the house to his boys’ bedroom. He hated going into it. Going into any of the damaged slaves rooms felt like he was trespassing on their safest place. But this was the only other place Jinki would be, so he knocked politely, calling the others’ name softly and waited to be let in.
He didn't get a response, but after five or so minutes, he did hear the click of the door being unlocked, which he took as permission. He slowly opened the door, sighing when he saw Jinki by the window, his back towards Yunho as he entered. the young slave was tense, back rigid with the stress he was dealing with in his head. He looked ready to be attacked, already on guard against whatever Yunho was going to say, so instead, the master leaned back against the door, effectively blocking the exit, but still trying to remain unintimidating, and crossed his arms, watching the younger man.
“Did you-” Jinki started, voice shaking, before flinching at the sound and stopped himself to clear his throat, “Did you mean any of what you said to us?” he didn't turn to look at Yunho as he spoke, staring out the window like the line of trees would give him answers, “that you cared about us? That you loved us and were going to help us? Did you care at all?” he leaned his hands on the window sill, Yunho catching a deep, disgusted snarl on the others’ pretty face, “Did you want us to call you Daddy because you got off to it? Why are you in this type of business, Master?” he spit the word out like poison, “Praying on the damaged ones because who’s gonna notice a few more cracks?”
“You’re not damaged, Jinki.” Yunho said gently, as he took a step forward “you’re perfect, you and Jonghyun both. You’ve had a rough life, it's normal to feel defensive-”
“Normal?” Jinki sneered, whirling around and glaring at the larger man, anger radiating off of him in waves, “Normal? Nothing in my life has been normal since I decided to sell myself to help my parents. Three years ago, I was a normal person, but normal people don’t wear collars around their necks, normal people don’t get beaten by their mistresses for taking orders from her husband one day, then get beaten again the next for not listening to him. Normal people don’t have masters and mistresses.” he spit out bitterly, eyes bright wet with anguish, “Normal people don’t have to look in the mirror every day and and be reminded of how fucking broken they are.”
Jinki’s first reaction when Yunho reached out for him was to flinch back, growling angrily at him like a wounded dog, even when it was clear that the older man wasn’t making a move to strike him. Instead, Yunho grabbed him and drew him in close, wrapping his arms tightly around the slave, hugging him tightly. But the touch seemed to make Jinki savage, as he instantly fought against the hold, doing everything in his power to get the older man off of him. He bit deep into the master’s shoulder as he scratched and pounded on his chest, doing everything he could think of to escape the older man’s hold. But Yunho never flinched and he never let go.
“It’s okay” he whispered, as Jinki screamed out his rage, glad that the younger wasn't turning the poison inward, “its gunna be okay Jinki. my perfect Jinki. I’m right here, sweetheart. It's okay” he repeated it like a mantra, like a prayer, as he stroked the boy’s hair while he fought and took his aggression against the world out on Yunho. The master was bleeding, the worst was from the bite, even Jinki’s mouth was bloodied from it, but the boy was losing steam, body sluggish and exhausted from such a violent outburst that finally he just sagged against Yunho, going limp in his arms.
Jinki’s eyes were closed, and he was breathing irregularly, so Yunho knew he wasn’t sleeping, had a deep suspicion that the boy was just waiting for him to do something, so Yunho swept Jinki up in his arms and gently laid him out on his bed. the slave was tense when his back hit the bedding, eyes flying open to glare angrily up at Yunho, baring his blood stained teeth at him as if to remind the master what he’d done with them and what he could do again, but Yunho just sighed and ruffled the younger boy’s hair.
“Goodnight sweetheart. Your brother will help you clean up later when he comes by to tell you the good news.” He stood with a gentle smile, like he wasn’t bleeding at this slave’s hands, “I’m going to buy the both of you, I’m not sending you away” But the look in the youngers eyes didn't change at the news, and Yunho knew, as he walked out of the room and closed the door, that if he couldn’t get Jinki to open up and start trusting him, or anyone really, He’d have to be cycled out of the system and sent home.
[ Part B]
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