Always Hope 8/8
Title: Always Hope 8/8
Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: This chapter contains abuse, lots and lots of abuse, and not the good, sexy kind, so be warned.
Part 8:
Sometimes, Jaejoong made them kneel on the floor for hours. Junsu was used to it, since more often than not, he was the one that rebelled. But with his body trying to recover, his energy waned quickly. The adrenaline left him too, and suddenly all he wanted was a nap. Junho felt worse, and they leaned on each other, counting breaths until the door slid open.
Junho knew better than to look up at this point.
Jaejoong ignored them, stalking past them to his desk.
Junsu did not mind that at all. But as the minutes lengthened, Junsu realized this was its own punishment. Jaejoong knew they were tired and weak, and if either of them fell over now, they would be punished again.
Junho’s breathing labored.
They didn’t usually talk to each other telepathically when they were like this, just because they’d be whipped if one of them said something funny and laughed. Nor did they want Jaejoong to question what was so funny and maybe find out about the telepathic ability.
Love? Junsu questioned, tightening his grip on his hand.
My vision keeps going gray.
Junsu frowned. I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew he was going to do this to you. I’m so sorry.
You couldn’t have known, love.
I almost told him. I … I almost said I did it, almost told him how I did it, just so he’d stop beating you.
He would have beat me worse.
I know. That’s why I didn’t. You need to lay down.
I’m okay. Just … just hold me up.
For as long as you need me to. Junsu let Junho lean his head on his shoulder. But it wasn’t enough. His breath grew labored, and Junsu’s tired body felt on the verge of collapse from their combine weights.
“What are you doing, sluts?” Jaejoong demanded, suddenly in Junsu’s field of vision.
Junsu looked up and met his angry eyes. “He has no energy. He needs-“
Jaejoong slapped him. “It’s your fault he’s like that.”
Junsu sneered at him. “I didn’t whip him, master.”
“Su,” Junho whispered, pleading.
Junsu took a deep breath. “He needs to lie down.”
Jaejoong grabbed Junsu’s arm and pulled him away from Junho roughly. Junho cried out and fell to the floor. “There. He’s lying down. Don’t touch him.” He flung Junsu’s arm away and stalked back across the room.
Junsu clenched his hands into fists and glared at him.
You really do need to control your temper, Junho said sardonically.
Jaejoong ate breakfast, and then disappeared into his bathroom for a long time. Junho fell asleep with his head pillowed on his arms. At least he was resting.
Junsu’s knees ached, and his arms grew heavy as he remained immobile for hours. The lights in the room dimmed, and in Junsu’s daze, he heard cloth rustle, and then the lights went out. For the next few days, he was going to have to act beaten. Junho needed to heal, and he couldn’t piss Jaejoong off just in case he took out his anger on Junho again.
The night dragged. It wasn’t the first time he’d stayed on his knees all night, and by morning he was exhausted and half asleep. He almost fell over when a firm hand gripped his shoulder. His eyes opened, but everything was blurry.
Plastic pressed against his lips and he opened his mouth. The dildo was wide and stretched his lips. It settled deep in his throat, and then vibrated lightly. He moaned around it and tried to swallow. What little vision he had disappeared behind a blindfold. Cold metal snapped around his neck tightly, cutting off his breathing further. A familiar feeling of lust wove through him, but then more cold metal touched his skin as his cock and balls were ringed up. There was a dull spike in the middle that pushed uncomfortably against his spread sac
Jaejoong pushed his face to the floor and then yanked his arms back. He connected the restraints on his wrists to the ones on his ankles. Another toy pushed into his ass. No lube, and he moaned in pain as his body accommodated it. When it started vibrating, he knew he was going to pass out. He couldn’t breathe, his body hurt, something warm dripped down his thighs.
Jaejoong’s presence moved away from him. He heard whispers and then moans from his brother. Steady breathing, thrusting. Junsu tried to cry out in protest. His brother wasn’t in any condition for sex.
“Still a rebellious slut even when he can’t move,” Jaejoong muttered.
Junsu whimpered.
“Are you enjoying this, pet?”
“Y-n-I … master, I …”
“What, pet? Do you like it?”
“Yes, but … master … it … master, it hurts, too.”
“This hurts? After last night and this hurts?”
“S-sorry, m-master.”
“If this hurts, then I have to stop coddling you two.”
Junsu jerked again with a cry as he felt his lover’s pain.
I’m … okay. Please … it’s not the worst.
He shouldn’t--you need--
You need to calm down before he hurts me worse.
Guilt filled Junsu, because his brother was right. This was all his fault.
That … that is not … what I meant, love. Please. I’ll be fine.
Junsu forced himself to stay still as he listened to the noises. The sounds of fucking stopped a few minutes later, and Junsu tried to take a breath and relax. The whistles of a whip warned him. His body clenched, pain lashed through his skin, and he screamed, choked and screamed again. The whips were steady, with one of Jaejoong’s favorites. Simple, braided leather. Yesterday, he would have been begging for more.
But then the vibrations in his throat and ass sped up and the sensations on his skin overwhelmed him. His body tried to come, he tried to breath, he tried to twist away from the whip.
He fell to his side, laying there while his blocked vision went white with every lash. Jaejoong was still whipping him when he finally passed out.
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Junho worried for his brother. Every day, Jaejoong whipped him. Covered his body in various toys and pushed him over the edge of consciousness. He knew his brother could not survive it much longer. Junsu was so out of it that Junho could not even talk to him silently. He sent praises and love to him constantly, hoping that Junsu at least heard that.
He remembered Jaejoong doing this to him before. Beating him so severely that when he was awake and coherent again, he was subdued and broken.
Jaejoong left Junho on the metal floor, gagged most of the time. He had put a collar around his neck and the leash around the leg of a bench. Far away from his brother. He stayed there unless Jaejoong let him use the bathroom or dragged him to the couch to fuck.
When Jaejoong tired of whipping Junsu, he fucked him, or Changmin fucked him, or they both fucked him. Jaejoong took off the cock ring once a day. He tossed Junsu into the tub every other day. He only had come to swallow for sustenance.
Junho ached for his lover’s touch, for the whispers and laughter in his mind. Only rarely would Junsu be lucid enough to whisper a mental I love you.
After a week, Junho could no longer sit and watch Jaejoong tear his brother apart. Terrified, Junho tried again and again to say something. But Jaejoong had two years to instill fear in Junho, and Junho feared him. Because if Junho said something, and made it worse, Jaejoong could easily kill his brother. Or turn the whip on him.
But Junsu had … Junsu had risked his life to save their planet. With the Chiksos gone and the Federation aware of the problem, the NeFaeries could rebuild. Junsu had done that. And he hadn’t been scared. Or he had been scared and he did it anyway. Junsu was brave like that.
He knew he had to say something. He had to. But he still waited until that night. Junsu was on the floor. Barely breathing. He was on his back, his arms and legs twisted and restrained together. The largest plug Jaejoong owned was in his ass, and blood slipped around it and to the floor. His brother’s body was riddled with welts and cuts and bruises.
Telepathically, Junho told Junsu to be strong, that he was going to try to talk to Jaejoong. Junsu’s mind flared with protest, tired and weak, but Junho reassured him and told him to rest.
“M-master,” Junho whispered.
Jaejoong was in bed, tapping keys on a computer. “What?”
“I … t-tomorrow, w-will you whip me instead of Su-pet.”
Jaejoong glared at him. “No. And if you ask again, then I’ll whip both of you.”
Junho quailed under the gaze, but he did not look away. “Then whip us both.”
Jaejoong snorted in irritation and concentrated on his computer again.
Junho sighed. He crawled as far as the leash would allow, but still no where near his brother. He lay down, hand reaching for him.
Junho watched his brother breathe.
---
Jaejoong finally relented a few days later. Or he grew bored with the beatings. Junho wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He went an entire day without torturing Junsu. And then two. On the third day, he leashed them both and dragged them to the bathroom to wash. He left Junho in the far corner while he scrubbed Junsu down. Junsu whimpered under the treatment, still gagged, still ringed up and plugged.
When he was done, Jaejoong lay Junsu over the edge of the tub. He yanked the plug from Junsu’s ass. His brother moaned.
“God, even like this, you’re still a slut for my cock,” Jaejoong said as he pushed his cock into Junsu’s torn body.
Junsu whimpered and his hands curled into fists. His eyes met Junho’s across the room. He was so tired, so broken, beaten, torn. Bruises covered his face. Long, raised welts littered his body. Junho fought tears but they fell anyway.
D-d-don’t cry, love, Junsu said. Don’t. He’s not worth it
These tears are for you.
I know. But don’t. Stop right now.
I-I can’t. Junho sobbed out loud and curled in on himself, refusing to watch. He needed to comfort his lover so badly.
Junsu’s gasps increased, echoing off the walls, so Junho knew Jaejoong had taken the gag out of his throat. His sudden hoarse cry of lust and need was probably because the cock ring was gone. Junsu panted harshly, and Junho did not look up until the rhythmic splashing stopped.
Jaejoong stood over his brother, chest heaving. He put his foot on Junsu’s face and pushed until Junsu fell into the water, barely catching himself on the edge. He turned his back and went to Junho.
“You both are to be clean and properly presented in an hour.” Jaejoong unhooked Junho’s leash and left the bathroom.
Junho stared at his brother, laying weakly in the tub.
Junsu opened his tired eyes and smiled. Why are you still all the way over there, love?
Junho made an agonized noise and lurched across the floor, unwilling to trust his legs to hold him. He practically fell in the tub and then hugged his lover against him. It was so nice to feel his skin, touch him, smell him, kiss him. Junho cried again. Junsu’s arms circled his waist weakly.
Junho rubbed his fingers over Junsu’s cheeks, through his gnarled hair, down his neck, and across his shoulders. Junsu smiled slowly under the attention. Junho’s breathing hitched and he pressed their lips together.
Love. Junsu’s tired mind smiled. Wash me, love. Touch me, remind me of what your hands feel like.
We don’t have time for me to touch you as much as I want to, Junho replied even as his hands ran up and down Junsu’s sides.
This is good. I love your hands. And your lips. Let me wrap my legs around you, hold me and remind me why I didn’t give up, why I didn’t let him win.
Junho did, holding him close, floating them around the tub. He relished in his lover’s touch and scent while Junsu peppered his lips in a quick series of kisses.
“Wash me,” he said, voice gravely. “Can’t think of a better way for you to touch me everywhere.”
“I can,” Junho said. “I want to touch you everywhere with my lips.”
Junsu smiled widely. “Hopefully soon.”
Junho nodded. It felt like forever since he’d last pleasured his brother. He pumped soap into a cloth and washed his lover’s body. He scrubbed Junsu’s hair and winced.
“Cut it off,” Junsu said as it was yanked again, the snarls uncooperative.
Junho checked the time. He washed himself quickly and then concentrated on his brother’s hair. He did not want to cut it, and he figured Jaejoong would be mad if he did. It took most of their hour until Junho was able to run the brush seamlessly through his brother’s hair again. They dried off and then stood in the middle of the bathroom, holding each other. Well, Junho held him; Junsu was so weak.
So are you, love. He hasn’t been taking care of you, Junsu said.
I’m in better condition than you are.
Junho picked up their leashes, and Junsu scrunched up his face as Junho hooked them onto their collars.
I am not crawling out there, Junsu said.
Junho wanted to protest, but he bit his lip and said, Okay.
With hands around each other for strength, they walked out to the main room. Jaejoong barely looked up at them from his desk. His eyes narrowed, and then he ignored them. Junho helped Junsu kneel on the floor, and then he kneeled next to him. They waited, hands clasped together.
A few minutes later a plate of food landed in front of them. Eggs, rice, fruit. It was more than either of them had in weeks. Junho’s mouth watered. There was no fork, but Junho did not mind eating with his fingers. Junsu mentally chided him, but did not protest when Junho fed him pieces of melon and apple. He licked Junho’s fingers sensually, and his eyes glinted with amusement when Junho shuddered.
They finished the small plate between them. Junho knew better than to leave it there, so he picked it up and crawled to the table. He set it on top and then crawled back to his brother.
Dare you to stand up, Junsu said.
Dare you to be smart right now.
Junsu mentally smirked. Oh, I already have a plan.
Please d-don’t do anythin-- Junho mentally sighed as Junsu dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to Jaejoong. He stopped at his feet, and then bowed low, pressing his forehead to the floor. He stayed there, hands behind his back for a long time.
Junsu.
Look, bro, I can’t do much else, but grovel at his feet. You think I like this?
Of course not.
We’re stuck with him, Junsu said. Our planet is free from him, but we’re stuck with him. And right now, I’m tired of being whipped and having you worry so much, so I’m going to kneel here and wait for him to acknowledge me and then I’m going to apologize. I love you, and I don’t want him to hurt you anymore.
I know. I’m sorry, love.
They waited. And what felt like hours later, Jaejoong sighed. He reached down and tugged at Junsu’s wings. They spread, revealing the cuts and bruises from his treatment. He caressed them softly.
“I’m-I’m sorry, master,” Junsu whispered and shivered under the touch.
“What are you apologizing for?”
Junsu raised his head only enough to look up at him. “I-I noticed the cameras were not working and I didn’t tell you and I should have told you so you could believe me when I say I didn’t send that message. I-I should … I should have told you.” He put his forehead back on the floor.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the cameras?” The touches on Junsu’s wings were fiercer.
“R-rebellion, master.”
Jaejoong put his foot on the back of Junsu’s head. He brought it down quickly. Junsu cried out and then Jaejoong pushed him away.
“Go back to your pathetic excuse for a brother.”
Junsu’s body stiffened.
Don’t, love, Junho said quickly.
Before Junsu could move, Jaejoong grabbed his chin with firm fingers. He turned Junsu’s head side to side, and then he smirked. “Still a bit of fight in you. Maybe that’s a good thing.” He tossed him away, and Junsu fell to his hands and knees. He crawled back to Junho and Junho knew he was trying not to smirk.
“Now, be a good set of close, brotherly twins and kiss for me.”
Junsu did smirk, and he almost laughed as their lips pressed together, and Junho sighed, content.
Yes, they were slaves. Yes, they were who knows where in the galaxy, away from their family and friends. But the Chiksos were no longer terrorizing their planet, and they had each other.
They kissed each other for hours. Jaejoong used it as a punishment because they were not allowed to do anything else, and not allowed to touch each other. And they were still exhuasted. Half way through, after snapping at Junsu for the third time for touching Junho, Jaejoong lashed their hands behind their backs.
This isn’t much of a punishment, love, Junsu said as their tongues twisted.
Junho smiled. Not yet, but what if I started talking about how much I want to be stroking your cock right now?
Junsu moaned.
Junho smiled against his lips, and spent the next ten minutes talking dirty to Junsu, until Junsu broke away from his lips with a gasp and came.
Jaejoong snorted from the bed. “Really, Su-pet.”
“Sorry, master. I like kissing Ho-pet.”
“Come here.”
Junsu smiled, pressed a quick kiss to Junho’s cheek and crawled over to Jaejoong. He attached Junsu’s leash to the bench.
“Ho-pet, clean up your brother’s mess.”
Junho bent over, moaning at the taste of come in his mouth. It’d definitely been too long. He was hard as a rock, and when Jaejoong started fucking Junsu from behind, Junsu mentally told Junho how good it felt, and how he wished it was him, and then Junho came all over the floor without touching his cock.
Jaejoong glared at him, and Junho licked up his come too.
As soon as Jaejoong was through, coming in Junsu’s mouth, he snapped for Junho and tied his leash to the bench. Jaejoong gave them pillows and blankets, enough to keep the chill of the metal floor off their skin.
“This is where you’ll sleep from now on. I’ve been treating you like people instead of like pets, and pets only get to sleep in a bed when they do something good. You two have been very naughty.”
“Would you like me to bark, master?” Junsu said with a loopy grin.
Jaejoong lightly slapped his nose. “Bad dog.”
Junsu laughed and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek before he could move away.
“Stop it,” Jaejoong said, voice hardening.
Junsu bit his lower lip and looked at the ground, contrite. Jaejoong patted his head and then stood up and moved across the room. A moment later, everything went dark.
You’re such a pain in the ass, lover, Junho said as they rearranged and got comfortable in the dark.
A little defiance, bro, remember?
Junho smiled and tightened his arms around Junsu with a sigh. His lips brushed over Junsu’s forehead. Junho knew that it was a little selfish to be happy at that moment. They were both sore, slaves and now little better than animals in Jaejoong’s mind, but with Junsu sleeping in his arms, nothing else mattered. They would deal with tomorrow, tomorrow. And they would deal with the next day, the next day. Junho wondered how many “next days” there would be. How many more days, weeks, months, years, would they be at Jaejoong’s beck and call?
What’s wrong, my lover? Junsu asked.
Just wondering what’s next.
Junsu tried to prop up and look at him, but his arms were too weak. He tilted his head up, and Junho kissed him lightly. They’d learned to do that silently, just in case they weren’t allowed.
I know what you mean, Junsu said, but you can’t give up hope, love. No matter what Jaejoong does to us, we’re still alive. There may be a chance for us to escape. Or we may not want to escape.
Junho looked at him like he was crazy.
Junsu smiled. What? The sex is good.
Junho muffled his laughter on Junho’s shoulder.
All we can do is hope, love. There is always hope.
Sometimes I hate it when you say that.
I know, but it’s the truth.
Junho felt his brother’s exhaustion. Sleep, love. You need it.
Junsu yawned. So do you. I love you. He pressed a kiss to Junho’s lips.
I love you, too, Junho replied.
---
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“Wow, Jaejoong-san, they are pretty little things,” Yamapi said.
Jaejoong nodded. “A whole planet full of them,” he replied, easily slipping into the familiar language of Chiksos.
Yamapi whistled low. “Under Federation protection now? Too bad. Are they after you?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Not really. I’m just one man, but there is a person of interest file open on me, but no reward or anything.”
“You should have brought me a few of them. I need some new slaves.”
“Wouldn’t matter. I got the best two.” He looked over at the brothers, kneeling in the middle of Yamapi’s living room. The marble tile probably hurt their knees.
It was only the second time they’d been out of the ship. The first time, Jaejoong had taken them to a body artist. They now had matching body art. The barbell of a piercing ran straight through a nipple. Each end curled around the nipple in a silver, thorny vine with green leaves made of emeralds. They also had a dido: a piercing through the ridge of their cocks. These were silver cuffs, at the moment, with an emerald jewel, just the right size for tugging when his pets did something worthy of a reward.
Jaejoong also had the artist copy their shoulder tattoos. Now, vines curled around the opposite hip and over one ass cheek and halfway down a thigh. The pain had almost disabled Ho-pet, but Su-pet, his little masochist, had come three times under the tattooist’s needle.
“Are they for sale?”
Jaejoong laughed. “No.”
“I’m sure I could make you an offer that you’d like.”
“Some things don’t have a price.”
“Oh, I’m sure I could offer ten million credits for the pair of them.”
Jaejoong’s eyes gleamed. He had no intention of selling his pets, but that was tempting enough for him to get an idea.
Yamapi chuckled. “I told you.”
“I would ask five times that. Each.”
“For slaves? You’re joking.”
“No. Not for slaves. For NeFaerie slaves.” Jaejoong snapped his fingers, and said in Standard, “Spread your wings, pets.”
The shimmering skin curled and unfolded. They were kneeling close enough that their wings touched and overlapped. They both shivered and their soft cocks twitched and slowly hardened.
“Their skin is so sensitive, Pi. Just that touch, that brush of delicate wings, was enough to make them both hard.”
“Holy shit,” Yamapi said.
“Be good, close brotherly twins and kiss for our friend Yamapi.”
Ho-pet shivered.
Su-pet’s eyes sparkled with lust. “Master?”
“Yes, Su-pet?”
“May I touch him, too, master?”
“Don’t be greedy, Su-pet.”
“Sorry, master.”
Their heads turned and their lips and tongues met. They both smiled widely into the kiss, and Jaejoong smiled, too. They never tired of each other.
Jaejoong tried to talk business with Yamapi. He had some money in the coca fields in the Plotania district of Yamapi’s estate. But Yamapi’s attention was otherwise diverted.
“Double my returns and I’ll let them suck your cock,” Jaejoong said.
Yamapi’s eyes shot over to Jaejoong’s. “Fifteen percent increase.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Ninety-five.”
Yamapi shook his head. “Not for just a blow job.”
“Okay. Fourty for a blow job, from both of those mouths, eighty and I’ll tell them to fuck each other. Double it and I’ll let you fuck one of them.”
“Let me have them for the night, and you’ll get sixty-five.”
“Su-pet?” Jaejoong said, going back to Standard.
“Yes, master?”
“Yamapi wants to fuck you.”
Su-pet’s eyes widened and he looked eagerly at Yamapi. “And Ho-pet, too, master?”
“Yes. But he thinks you’re only worth a sixty-five percent increase in my profits. What do you think?”
“I think I could make him come in twenty seconds, master.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I’m sure you could. Should we show him what you can do and see if he’s more willing to pay me what you’re worth?”
Su-pet licked his lips. “May I really, master?”
“Yes, Su-pet, you may. Take your cock out of your pants, Pi.”
Yamapi quickly did, fingers catching on the button. He cursed and held his leaking cock away from his body.
“Go ahead, Su-pet.”
Yamapi moaned as the NeFaerie dropped to his hands. He crawled across the room, hungry eyes on Yamapi’s cock.
“Can he fuck me right now, instead, master?” Su-pet asked, swiping his tongue on his lower lip. It shone brightly, and his wings curled and waved.
Jaejoong’s cock hardened in his pants. “What did I tell you about being greedy, slut?”
Su-pet pouted. “Sorry, master. I just want him so much. He’s so attractive, master.”
Jaejoong smiled as Yamapi shivered.
Su-pet’s eyes darkened with lust as he drew level with Yamapi’s lap. “May I touch you, Yamapi-sama?”
Yamapi’s lusty gaze flicked to Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong nodded. “Y-yes,” he stammered.
Jaejoong looked at his watch as Su-pet reached for Yamapi’s cock. He started timing as soon as his pet touched it.
The groan from Su-pet’s throat was almost diabolical. He cupped the base of Yamapi’s cock gently. His wings flapped, fluttering Yamapi’s shirt. He touched his tongue to the soft crown, moaning as precome dripped from the slit. He rolled his eyes up, and said, “Come on my face, Yamapi-sama.”
Jaejoong had to stifle his laughter as Yamapi’s eyes rolled back. He shouted out as Su-pet’s mouth closed around the ridge, going lower while his hand squeezed and stroked up. Less than ten seconds later, Yamapi’s hand twisted in his hair and yanked him up. Su-pet’s mouth stayed open, and he whimpered with excitement as Yamapi covered his face in come. He licked it from his lips and chin happily.
“Be a good pet and clean him up,” Jaejoong said.
Su-pet slipped the cock in his mouth, and then licked up some that had dribbled onto Yamapi’s pants. A clump of come clung to his cheek, just below his eye.
Yamapi’s breath hitched as Su-pet smiled up at him.
“Twenty-eight seconds, Su-pet.”
His pet pouted and looked over at him. “Really, master?”
Jaejoong nodded.
Su-pet’s eyes gleamed with the challenge and he turned back to Yamapi. “Let me try again, master.”
Jaejoong chuckled as Yamapi moaned. His cock was still hard. “No, Su-pet. Go back to your brother. There’s come on your face. Let him have a taste.”
Su-pet pressed a kiss to the soft head of Yamapi’s erection, and then with eyes hooded, he said, “Thank you for letting me pleasure you, Yamapi-sama.”
Yamapi groaned again.
Su-pet turned around and crawled back to his brother. Yamapi’s eyes widened upon seeing his ass and the tattoo. The way his pets crawled made the vines look like they were waving in the wind.
“So? A hundred and thirty percent increase?” Jaejoong asked, ignoring the sounds of the brothers kissing.
Yamapi turned dazed eyes to him and shook his head. “A hundred. And I have them for the night.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Done.”
Jaejoong had figured that controlling NeFaerie would have been a profitable operation; the planet had unlimited, untapped metal resources. But if he could manipulate other mob bosses or crime syndicates with his exotic beauties, he’d end up making even more money in the long run. He snapped his fingers three times and both pets crawled over to him. They kneeled on either side of his chair, and Jaejoong ran his hands through their hair. Both of them moaned deeply and pushed against his hands. Profitable, exotic beauties.
“You are a lucky bastard,” Yamapi said, stroking his cock.
Jaejoong tangled his fingers in their hair, pulling lightly until they were both whimpering. “No,” he said, with a smile. “I’m a rich, lucky bastard.”
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A/N: I understand that this is not the 'happy' ending that many people wanted, but it is the end. There will not be a sequel to this story.
Part 7: Whipped
Part 6: Tricked
Part 5: Fucked
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 3: Pleasured
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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Pairing: Jaejoong/Junho/Junsu, Junho/Junsu, Jaejoong/Junho, Jaejoong/Junsu, Jaejoong/Changmin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I wish I could take control of them like these fics take control of me.
Summary: Junho has been Jaejoong's personal slave for a very long time. Even though the NeFaerie motto is "As long as are you still alive, there is always hope," Junho has lost hope of ever doing anything else. And then his brother is captured. But once they're reunited, things don't quite go as Junho thought they would.
A/N: This fic is for hichanchen's birthday! I'm sorry it is late, and I hope you enjoy it!
WARNING: This chapter contains abuse, lots and lots of abuse, and not the good, sexy kind, so be warned.
Part 8:
Sometimes, Jaejoong made them kneel on the floor for hours. Junsu was used to it, since more often than not, he was the one that rebelled. But with his body trying to recover, his energy waned quickly. The adrenaline left him too, and suddenly all he wanted was a nap. Junho felt worse, and they leaned on each other, counting breaths until the door slid open.
Junho knew better than to look up at this point.
Jaejoong ignored them, stalking past them to his desk.
Junsu did not mind that at all. But as the minutes lengthened, Junsu realized this was its own punishment. Jaejoong knew they were tired and weak, and if either of them fell over now, they would be punished again.
Junho’s breathing labored.
They didn’t usually talk to each other telepathically when they were like this, just because they’d be whipped if one of them said something funny and laughed. Nor did they want Jaejoong to question what was so funny and maybe find out about the telepathic ability.
Love? Junsu questioned, tightening his grip on his hand.
My vision keeps going gray.
Junsu frowned. I’m sorry. This is all my fault. I wouldn’t have done it if I knew he was going to do this to you. I’m so sorry.
You couldn’t have known, love.
I almost told him. I … I almost said I did it, almost told him how I did it, just so he’d stop beating you.
He would have beat me worse.
I know. That’s why I didn’t. You need to lay down.
I’m okay. Just … just hold me up.
For as long as you need me to. Junsu let Junho lean his head on his shoulder. But it wasn’t enough. His breath grew labored, and Junsu’s tired body felt on the verge of collapse from their combine weights.
“What are you doing, sluts?” Jaejoong demanded, suddenly in Junsu’s field of vision.
Junsu looked up and met his angry eyes. “He has no energy. He needs-“
Jaejoong slapped him. “It’s your fault he’s like that.”
Junsu sneered at him. “I didn’t whip him, master.”
“Su,” Junho whispered, pleading.
Junsu took a deep breath. “He needs to lie down.”
Jaejoong grabbed Junsu’s arm and pulled him away from Junho roughly. Junho cried out and fell to the floor. “There. He’s lying down. Don’t touch him.” He flung Junsu’s arm away and stalked back across the room.
Junsu clenched his hands into fists and glared at him.
You really do need to control your temper, Junho said sardonically.
Jaejoong ate breakfast, and then disappeared into his bathroom for a long time. Junho fell asleep with his head pillowed on his arms. At least he was resting.
Junsu’s knees ached, and his arms grew heavy as he remained immobile for hours. The lights in the room dimmed, and in Junsu’s daze, he heard cloth rustle, and then the lights went out. For the next few days, he was going to have to act beaten. Junho needed to heal, and he couldn’t piss Jaejoong off just in case he took out his anger on Junho again.
The night dragged. It wasn’t the first time he’d stayed on his knees all night, and by morning he was exhausted and half asleep. He almost fell over when a firm hand gripped his shoulder. His eyes opened, but everything was blurry.
Plastic pressed against his lips and he opened his mouth. The dildo was wide and stretched his lips. It settled deep in his throat, and then vibrated lightly. He moaned around it and tried to swallow. What little vision he had disappeared behind a blindfold. Cold metal snapped around his neck tightly, cutting off his breathing further. A familiar feeling of lust wove through him, but then more cold metal touched his skin as his cock and balls were ringed up. There was a dull spike in the middle that pushed uncomfortably against his spread sac
Jaejoong pushed his face to the floor and then yanked his arms back. He connected the restraints on his wrists to the ones on his ankles. Another toy pushed into his ass. No lube, and he moaned in pain as his body accommodated it. When it started vibrating, he knew he was going to pass out. He couldn’t breathe, his body hurt, something warm dripped down his thighs.
Jaejoong’s presence moved away from him. He heard whispers and then moans from his brother. Steady breathing, thrusting. Junsu tried to cry out in protest. His brother wasn’t in any condition for sex.
“Still a rebellious slut even when he can’t move,” Jaejoong muttered.
Junsu whimpered.
“Are you enjoying this, pet?”
“Y-n-I … master, I …”
“What, pet? Do you like it?”
“Yes, but … master … it … master, it hurts, too.”
“This hurts? After last night and this hurts?”
“S-sorry, m-master.”
“If this hurts, then I have to stop coddling you two.”
Junsu jerked again with a cry as he felt his lover’s pain.
I’m … okay. Please … it’s not the worst.
He shouldn’t--you need--
You need to calm down before he hurts me worse.
Guilt filled Junsu, because his brother was right. This was all his fault.
That … that is not … what I meant, love. Please. I’ll be fine.
Junsu forced himself to stay still as he listened to the noises. The sounds of fucking stopped a few minutes later, and Junsu tried to take a breath and relax. The whistles of a whip warned him. His body clenched, pain lashed through his skin, and he screamed, choked and screamed again. The whips were steady, with one of Jaejoong’s favorites. Simple, braided leather. Yesterday, he would have been begging for more.
But then the vibrations in his throat and ass sped up and the sensations on his skin overwhelmed him. His body tried to come, he tried to breath, he tried to twist away from the whip.
He fell to his side, laying there while his blocked vision went white with every lash. Jaejoong was still whipping him when he finally passed out.
---
Junho worried for his brother. Every day, Jaejoong whipped him. Covered his body in various toys and pushed him over the edge of consciousness. He knew his brother could not survive it much longer. Junsu was so out of it that Junho could not even talk to him silently. He sent praises and love to him constantly, hoping that Junsu at least heard that.
He remembered Jaejoong doing this to him before. Beating him so severely that when he was awake and coherent again, he was subdued and broken.
Jaejoong left Junho on the metal floor, gagged most of the time. He had put a collar around his neck and the leash around the leg of a bench. Far away from his brother. He stayed there unless Jaejoong let him use the bathroom or dragged him to the couch to fuck.
When Jaejoong tired of whipping Junsu, he fucked him, or Changmin fucked him, or they both fucked him. Jaejoong took off the cock ring once a day. He tossed Junsu into the tub every other day. He only had come to swallow for sustenance.
Junho ached for his lover’s touch, for the whispers and laughter in his mind. Only rarely would Junsu be lucid enough to whisper a mental I love you.
After a week, Junho could no longer sit and watch Jaejoong tear his brother apart. Terrified, Junho tried again and again to say something. But Jaejoong had two years to instill fear in Junho, and Junho feared him. Because if Junho said something, and made it worse, Jaejoong could easily kill his brother. Or turn the whip on him.
But Junsu had … Junsu had risked his life to save their planet. With the Chiksos gone and the Federation aware of the problem, the NeFaeries could rebuild. Junsu had done that. And he hadn’t been scared. Or he had been scared and he did it anyway. Junsu was brave like that.
He knew he had to say something. He had to. But he still waited until that night. Junsu was on the floor. Barely breathing. He was on his back, his arms and legs twisted and restrained together. The largest plug Jaejoong owned was in his ass, and blood slipped around it and to the floor. His brother’s body was riddled with welts and cuts and bruises.
Telepathically, Junho told Junsu to be strong, that he was going to try to talk to Jaejoong. Junsu’s mind flared with protest, tired and weak, but Junho reassured him and told him to rest.
“M-master,” Junho whispered.
Jaejoong was in bed, tapping keys on a computer. “What?”
“I … t-tomorrow, w-will you whip me instead of Su-pet.”
Jaejoong glared at him. “No. And if you ask again, then I’ll whip both of you.”
Junho quailed under the gaze, but he did not look away. “Then whip us both.”
Jaejoong snorted in irritation and concentrated on his computer again.
Junho sighed. He crawled as far as the leash would allow, but still no where near his brother. He lay down, hand reaching for him.
Junho watched his brother breathe.
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Jaejoong finally relented a few days later. Or he grew bored with the beatings. Junho wasn’t sure. He didn’t care. He went an entire day without torturing Junsu. And then two. On the third day, he leashed them both and dragged them to the bathroom to wash. He left Junho in the far corner while he scrubbed Junsu down. Junsu whimpered under the treatment, still gagged, still ringed up and plugged.
When he was done, Jaejoong lay Junsu over the edge of the tub. He yanked the plug from Junsu’s ass. His brother moaned.
“God, even like this, you’re still a slut for my cock,” Jaejoong said as he pushed his cock into Junsu’s torn body.
Junsu whimpered and his hands curled into fists. His eyes met Junho’s across the room. He was so tired, so broken, beaten, torn. Bruises covered his face. Long, raised welts littered his body. Junho fought tears but they fell anyway.
D-d-don’t cry, love, Junsu said. Don’t. He’s not worth it
These tears are for you.
I know. But don’t. Stop right now.
I-I can’t. Junho sobbed out loud and curled in on himself, refusing to watch. He needed to comfort his lover so badly.
Junsu’s gasps increased, echoing off the walls, so Junho knew Jaejoong had taken the gag out of his throat. His sudden hoarse cry of lust and need was probably because the cock ring was gone. Junsu panted harshly, and Junho did not look up until the rhythmic splashing stopped.
Jaejoong stood over his brother, chest heaving. He put his foot on Junsu’s face and pushed until Junsu fell into the water, barely catching himself on the edge. He turned his back and went to Junho.
“You both are to be clean and properly presented in an hour.” Jaejoong unhooked Junho’s leash and left the bathroom.
Junho stared at his brother, laying weakly in the tub.
Junsu opened his tired eyes and smiled. Why are you still all the way over there, love?
Junho made an agonized noise and lurched across the floor, unwilling to trust his legs to hold him. He practically fell in the tub and then hugged his lover against him. It was so nice to feel his skin, touch him, smell him, kiss him. Junho cried again. Junsu’s arms circled his waist weakly.
Junho rubbed his fingers over Junsu’s cheeks, through his gnarled hair, down his neck, and across his shoulders. Junsu smiled slowly under the attention. Junho’s breathing hitched and he pressed their lips together.
Love. Junsu’s tired mind smiled. Wash me, love. Touch me, remind me of what your hands feel like.
We don’t have time for me to touch you as much as I want to, Junho replied even as his hands ran up and down Junsu’s sides.
This is good. I love your hands. And your lips. Let me wrap my legs around you, hold me and remind me why I didn’t give up, why I didn’t let him win.
Junho did, holding him close, floating them around the tub. He relished in his lover’s touch and scent while Junsu peppered his lips in a quick series of kisses.
“Wash me,” he said, voice gravely. “Can’t think of a better way for you to touch me everywhere.”
“I can,” Junho said. “I want to touch you everywhere with my lips.”
Junsu smiled widely. “Hopefully soon.”
Junho nodded. It felt like forever since he’d last pleasured his brother. He pumped soap into a cloth and washed his lover’s body. He scrubbed Junsu’s hair and winced.
“Cut it off,” Junsu said as it was yanked again, the snarls uncooperative.
Junho checked the time. He washed himself quickly and then concentrated on his brother’s hair. He did not want to cut it, and he figured Jaejoong would be mad if he did. It took most of their hour until Junho was able to run the brush seamlessly through his brother’s hair again. They dried off and then stood in the middle of the bathroom, holding each other. Well, Junho held him; Junsu was so weak.
So are you, love. He hasn’t been taking care of you, Junsu said.
I’m in better condition than you are.
Junho picked up their leashes, and Junsu scrunched up his face as Junho hooked them onto their collars.
I am not crawling out there, Junsu said.
Junho wanted to protest, but he bit his lip and said, Okay.
With hands around each other for strength, they walked out to the main room. Jaejoong barely looked up at them from his desk. His eyes narrowed, and then he ignored them. Junho helped Junsu kneel on the floor, and then he kneeled next to him. They waited, hands clasped together.
A few minutes later a plate of food landed in front of them. Eggs, rice, fruit. It was more than either of them had in weeks. Junho’s mouth watered. There was no fork, but Junho did not mind eating with his fingers. Junsu mentally chided him, but did not protest when Junho fed him pieces of melon and apple. He licked Junho’s fingers sensually, and his eyes glinted with amusement when Junho shuddered.
They finished the small plate between them. Junho knew better than to leave it there, so he picked it up and crawled to the table. He set it on top and then crawled back to his brother.
Dare you to stand up, Junsu said.
Dare you to be smart right now.
Junsu mentally smirked. Oh, I already have a plan.
Please d-don’t do anythin-- Junho mentally sighed as Junsu dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to Jaejoong. He stopped at his feet, and then bowed low, pressing his forehead to the floor. He stayed there, hands behind his back for a long time.
Junsu.
Look, bro, I can’t do much else, but grovel at his feet. You think I like this?
Of course not.
We’re stuck with him, Junsu said. Our planet is free from him, but we’re stuck with him. And right now, I’m tired of being whipped and having you worry so much, so I’m going to kneel here and wait for him to acknowledge me and then I’m going to apologize. I love you, and I don’t want him to hurt you anymore.
I know. I’m sorry, love.
They waited. And what felt like hours later, Jaejoong sighed. He reached down and tugged at Junsu’s wings. They spread, revealing the cuts and bruises from his treatment. He caressed them softly.
“I’m-I’m sorry, master,” Junsu whispered and shivered under the touch.
“What are you apologizing for?”
Junsu raised his head only enough to look up at him. “I-I noticed the cameras were not working and I didn’t tell you and I should have told you so you could believe me when I say I didn’t send that message. I-I should … I should have told you.” He put his forehead back on the floor.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the cameras?” The touches on Junsu’s wings were fiercer.
“R-rebellion, master.”
Jaejoong put his foot on the back of Junsu’s head. He brought it down quickly. Junsu cried out and then Jaejoong pushed him away.
“Go back to your pathetic excuse for a brother.”
Junsu’s body stiffened.
Don’t, love, Junho said quickly.
Before Junsu could move, Jaejoong grabbed his chin with firm fingers. He turned Junsu’s head side to side, and then he smirked. “Still a bit of fight in you. Maybe that’s a good thing.” He tossed him away, and Junsu fell to his hands and knees. He crawled back to Junho and Junho knew he was trying not to smirk.
“Now, be a good set of close, brotherly twins and kiss for me.”
Junsu did smirk, and he almost laughed as their lips pressed together, and Junho sighed, content.
Yes, they were slaves. Yes, they were who knows where in the galaxy, away from their family and friends. But the Chiksos were no longer terrorizing their planet, and they had each other.
They kissed each other for hours. Jaejoong used it as a punishment because they were not allowed to do anything else, and not allowed to touch each other. And they were still exhuasted. Half way through, after snapping at Junsu for the third time for touching Junho, Jaejoong lashed their hands behind their backs.
This isn’t much of a punishment, love, Junsu said as their tongues twisted.
Junho smiled. Not yet, but what if I started talking about how much I want to be stroking your cock right now?
Junsu moaned.
Junho smiled against his lips, and spent the next ten minutes talking dirty to Junsu, until Junsu broke away from his lips with a gasp and came.
Jaejoong snorted from the bed. “Really, Su-pet.”
“Sorry, master. I like kissing Ho-pet.”
“Come here.”
Junsu smiled, pressed a quick kiss to Junho’s cheek and crawled over to Jaejoong. He attached Junsu’s leash to the bench.
“Ho-pet, clean up your brother’s mess.”
Junho bent over, moaning at the taste of come in his mouth. It’d definitely been too long. He was hard as a rock, and when Jaejoong started fucking Junsu from behind, Junsu mentally told Junho how good it felt, and how he wished it was him, and then Junho came all over the floor without touching his cock.
Jaejoong glared at him, and Junho licked up his come too.
As soon as Jaejoong was through, coming in Junsu’s mouth, he snapped for Junho and tied his leash to the bench. Jaejoong gave them pillows and blankets, enough to keep the chill of the metal floor off their skin.
“This is where you’ll sleep from now on. I’ve been treating you like people instead of like pets, and pets only get to sleep in a bed when they do something good. You two have been very naughty.”
“Would you like me to bark, master?” Junsu said with a loopy grin.
Jaejoong lightly slapped his nose. “Bad dog.”
Junsu laughed and kissed Jaejoong’s cheek before he could move away.
“Stop it,” Jaejoong said, voice hardening.
Junsu bit his lower lip and looked at the ground, contrite. Jaejoong patted his head and then stood up and moved across the room. A moment later, everything went dark.
You’re such a pain in the ass, lover, Junho said as they rearranged and got comfortable in the dark.
A little defiance, bro, remember?
Junho smiled and tightened his arms around Junsu with a sigh. His lips brushed over Junsu’s forehead. Junho knew that it was a little selfish to be happy at that moment. They were both sore, slaves and now little better than animals in Jaejoong’s mind, but with Junsu sleeping in his arms, nothing else mattered. They would deal with tomorrow, tomorrow. And they would deal with the next day, the next day. Junho wondered how many “next days” there would be. How many more days, weeks, months, years, would they be at Jaejoong’s beck and call?
What’s wrong, my lover? Junsu asked.
Just wondering what’s next.
Junsu tried to prop up and look at him, but his arms were too weak. He tilted his head up, and Junho kissed him lightly. They’d learned to do that silently, just in case they weren’t allowed.
I know what you mean, Junsu said, but you can’t give up hope, love. No matter what Jaejoong does to us, we’re still alive. There may be a chance for us to escape. Or we may not want to escape.
Junho looked at him like he was crazy.
Junsu smiled. What? The sex is good.
Junho muffled his laughter on Junho’s shoulder.
All we can do is hope, love. There is always hope.
Sometimes I hate it when you say that.
I know, but it’s the truth.
Junho felt his brother’s exhaustion. Sleep, love. You need it.
Junsu yawned. So do you. I love you. He pressed a kiss to Junho’s lips.
I love you, too, Junho replied.
---
FOUR MONTHS LATER
“Wow, Jaejoong-san, they are pretty little things,” Yamapi said.
Jaejoong nodded. “A whole planet full of them,” he replied, easily slipping into the familiar language of Chiksos.
Yamapi whistled low. “Under Federation protection now? Too bad. Are they after you?”
Jaejoong nodded. “Not really. I’m just one man, but there is a person of interest file open on me, but no reward or anything.”
“You should have brought me a few of them. I need some new slaves.”
“Wouldn’t matter. I got the best two.” He looked over at the brothers, kneeling in the middle of Yamapi’s living room. The marble tile probably hurt their knees.
It was only the second time they’d been out of the ship. The first time, Jaejoong had taken them to a body artist. They now had matching body art. The barbell of a piercing ran straight through a nipple. Each end curled around the nipple in a silver, thorny vine with green leaves made of emeralds. They also had a dido: a piercing through the ridge of their cocks. These were silver cuffs, at the moment, with an emerald jewel, just the right size for tugging when his pets did something worthy of a reward.
Jaejoong also had the artist copy their shoulder tattoos. Now, vines curled around the opposite hip and over one ass cheek and halfway down a thigh. The pain had almost disabled Ho-pet, but Su-pet, his little masochist, had come three times under the tattooist’s needle.
“Are they for sale?”
Jaejoong laughed. “No.”
“I’m sure I could make you an offer that you’d like.”
“Some things don’t have a price.”
“Oh, I’m sure I could offer ten million credits for the pair of them.”
Jaejoong’s eyes gleamed. He had no intention of selling his pets, but that was tempting enough for him to get an idea.
Yamapi chuckled. “I told you.”
“I would ask five times that. Each.”
“For slaves? You’re joking.”
“No. Not for slaves. For NeFaerie slaves.” Jaejoong snapped his fingers, and said in Standard, “Spread your wings, pets.”
The shimmering skin curled and unfolded. They were kneeling close enough that their wings touched and overlapped. They both shivered and their soft cocks twitched and slowly hardened.
“Their skin is so sensitive, Pi. Just that touch, that brush of delicate wings, was enough to make them both hard.”
“Holy shit,” Yamapi said.
“Be good, close brotherly twins and kiss for our friend Yamapi.”
Ho-pet shivered.
Su-pet’s eyes sparkled with lust. “Master?”
“Yes, Su-pet?”
“May I touch him, too, master?”
“Don’t be greedy, Su-pet.”
“Sorry, master.”
Their heads turned and their lips and tongues met. They both smiled widely into the kiss, and Jaejoong smiled, too. They never tired of each other.
Jaejoong tried to talk business with Yamapi. He had some money in the coca fields in the Plotania district of Yamapi’s estate. But Yamapi’s attention was otherwise diverted.
“Double my returns and I’ll let them suck your cock,” Jaejoong said.
Yamapi’s eyes shot over to Jaejoong’s. “Fifteen percent increase.”
Jaejoong laughed. “Ninety-five.”
Yamapi shook his head. “Not for just a blow job.”
“Okay. Fourty for a blow job, from both of those mouths, eighty and I’ll tell them to fuck each other. Double it and I’ll let you fuck one of them.”
“Let me have them for the night, and you’ll get sixty-five.”
“Su-pet?” Jaejoong said, going back to Standard.
“Yes, master?”
“Yamapi wants to fuck you.”
Su-pet’s eyes widened and he looked eagerly at Yamapi. “And Ho-pet, too, master?”
“Yes. But he thinks you’re only worth a sixty-five percent increase in my profits. What do you think?”
“I think I could make him come in twenty seconds, master.”
Jaejoong laughed. “I’m sure you could. Should we show him what you can do and see if he’s more willing to pay me what you’re worth?”
Su-pet licked his lips. “May I really, master?”
“Yes, Su-pet, you may. Take your cock out of your pants, Pi.”
Yamapi quickly did, fingers catching on the button. He cursed and held his leaking cock away from his body.
“Go ahead, Su-pet.”
Yamapi moaned as the NeFaerie dropped to his hands. He crawled across the room, hungry eyes on Yamapi’s cock.
“Can he fuck me right now, instead, master?” Su-pet asked, swiping his tongue on his lower lip. It shone brightly, and his wings curled and waved.
Jaejoong’s cock hardened in his pants. “What did I tell you about being greedy, slut?”
Su-pet pouted. “Sorry, master. I just want him so much. He’s so attractive, master.”
Jaejoong smiled as Yamapi shivered.
Su-pet’s eyes darkened with lust as he drew level with Yamapi’s lap. “May I touch you, Yamapi-sama?”
Yamapi’s lusty gaze flicked to Jaejoong’s and Jaejoong nodded. “Y-yes,” he stammered.
Jaejoong looked at his watch as Su-pet reached for Yamapi’s cock. He started timing as soon as his pet touched it.
The groan from Su-pet’s throat was almost diabolical. He cupped the base of Yamapi’s cock gently. His wings flapped, fluttering Yamapi’s shirt. He touched his tongue to the soft crown, moaning as precome dripped from the slit. He rolled his eyes up, and said, “Come on my face, Yamapi-sama.”
Jaejoong had to stifle his laughter as Yamapi’s eyes rolled back. He shouted out as Su-pet’s mouth closed around the ridge, going lower while his hand squeezed and stroked up. Less than ten seconds later, Yamapi’s hand twisted in his hair and yanked him up. Su-pet’s mouth stayed open, and he whimpered with excitement as Yamapi covered his face in come. He licked it from his lips and chin happily.
“Be a good pet and clean him up,” Jaejoong said.
Su-pet slipped the cock in his mouth, and then licked up some that had dribbled onto Yamapi’s pants. A clump of come clung to his cheek, just below his eye.
Yamapi’s breath hitched as Su-pet smiled up at him.
“Twenty-eight seconds, Su-pet.”
His pet pouted and looked over at him. “Really, master?”
Jaejoong nodded.
Su-pet’s eyes gleamed with the challenge and he turned back to Yamapi. “Let me try again, master.”
Jaejoong chuckled as Yamapi moaned. His cock was still hard. “No, Su-pet. Go back to your brother. There’s come on your face. Let him have a taste.”
Su-pet pressed a kiss to the soft head of Yamapi’s erection, and then with eyes hooded, he said, “Thank you for letting me pleasure you, Yamapi-sama.”
Yamapi groaned again.
Su-pet turned around and crawled back to his brother. Yamapi’s eyes widened upon seeing his ass and the tattoo. The way his pets crawled made the vines look like they were waving in the wind.
“So? A hundred and thirty percent increase?” Jaejoong asked, ignoring the sounds of the brothers kissing.
Yamapi turned dazed eyes to him and shook his head. “A hundred. And I have them for the night.”
Jaejoong smirked. “Done.”
Jaejoong had figured that controlling NeFaerie would have been a profitable operation; the planet had unlimited, untapped metal resources. But if he could manipulate other mob bosses or crime syndicates with his exotic beauties, he’d end up making even more money in the long run. He snapped his fingers three times and both pets crawled over to him. They kneeled on either side of his chair, and Jaejoong ran his hands through their hair. Both of them moaned deeply and pushed against his hands. Profitable, exotic beauties.
“You are a lucky bastard,” Yamapi said, stroking his cock.
Jaejoong tangled his fingers in their hair, pulling lightly until they were both whimpering. “No,” he said, with a smile. “I’m a rich, lucky bastard.”
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A/N: I understand that this is not the 'happy' ending that many people wanted, but it is the end. There will not be a sequel to this story.
Part 7: Whipped
Part 6: Tricked
Part 5: Fucked
Part 4: Cleaned
Part 3: Pleasured
Part 2: Tortured
Part 1: Captured
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