Firmly Trapped 3/?
Title: Firmly Trapped 3/?
Pairing: Kai/Taemin (Exo/SHINee), [Side Pairings: Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Changmin/Jaejoong]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These two definitely do not belong to me, but I'm borrowing them for the joys of this story.
Summary: Taemin doesn't want to be a prince, living in the shadow of his perfect father and his father's consort. He wants to be free, no matter the price he has to pay.
A/N: This story takes place about 16 years after Tightly Bound's epilogue. Taemin is 17 years old at the beginning of this story, with Baekhyun at 18 and Kai at 16. Taemin's older sisters are 21 years old.
A/N2: Inspiration for this fic came from the first few minutes of the movie The Clown and the King ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zdMgghw4VY ) and from its portrayal of the Namsadang.
Warnings: Prostitution
Part 3: The Pleasure Trap
Taemin kneeled under the scrutiny of a older man. He walked around Taemin, fingers trailing over his bare shoulders and then into his shoulder-length hair. Taemin fought the urge to shiver. He was nervous, very much so. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. Baekhyun had told him the basics, told him to demand oil for ease of penetration, but so far the man had done nothing but look at him kneeling naked on the floor.
The tent flap moved, and the man smiled, and another man brought in Kai, and Taemin’s eyes went wide. He said nothing but supported Kai as he was tossed onto the floor next to Taemin.
The man who brought Kai in said, “There you go. Now fuck.”
Kai looked at Taemin and licked his lips. “They want to watch us together,” Kai whispered. “I told them we were are already lovers, that they could watch us together.”
Taemin swallowed and tried not to cry, with relief that he was going to do this for the first time with someone he knew, someone he trusted, and with love. His chest tightened and he took a very deep breath. “O-okay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Taemin tried to smile.
“Get on with it,” a man said and slapped the back of Kai’s head.
Kai winced, and Taemin bit his lip against an angry retort. He had to do what he was told, not to get money for the namsadang, but for Kai. Until Kai understood that they could leave.
Kai shuffled over to Taemin, on his knees. His hand shook a little as he touched, so softly, up Taemin’s side. “You’re beautiful.”
Taemin flushed.
“I’ve always thought so from the very first day I saw you.”
Kai moved closer, both hands sliding behind his neck and gripping his hair. Their lips touched, and Taemin shivered, letting Kai kiss him, lead him, and hold him. It was not his first kiss, but the first one in a long time, and it was nothing compared to the nervous stumbles with princesses. His own hands fluttered on Kai’s sides, under his tunic. Kai’s mouth moved to his neck, harsh sucks and bites that had Taemin shaking. His cock was already hard, and his eyes shut and he rubbed up against the harsh fabric of Kai’s pants.
Whimpering.
No one had ever touched him before. No one. And while it was better to have Kai touch him than the men around them, nothing prepared him for the sensation of having his nipple pinched, licked and bit. Kai’s hand wrapped around his erection, and Taemin toppled under too many sensations. Kai lowered him to the hard mat under them, and continued to kiss his body (nipples, stomach, hip bones) while pulling his own clothes off.
Kai was strong, had to be with the training and dancing he did. It took a lot of muscle strength to stay on the tightrope. His muscles looked more defined under the candlelight, his dark skin glowed, and Taemin was suddenly so grateful for his friendship, for his support, for everything Kai had done and did not do since they met. Lying naked under him was better than being naked under a stranger.
“I love you,” Taemin said, and blushed when the men around them guffawed. He’d forgotten about them.
Kai smiled and went back to his mouth for a deep kiss. “Turn over. We can’t prolong this as much as I want to.”
Taemin swallowed roughly, but turned around, under Kai and it was Kai’s hands that helped steady him, get him into position on his knees, and then his hands spread Taemin’s ass open and he licked at his cleft and Taemin gasped because that should not have felt so good. Kai’s fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs, and Taemin moaned, sinking down further, spreading his knees, and Kai’s tongue worked inside him, pressing softly.
Taemin shouted when Kai tugged on his cock, and the men around them shouted encouragement.
A few moments later, oil dripped down his cleft, followed by Kai’s fingers.
And then there were other fingers there, not just Kai’s, and the men were rude in their appreciation for Taemin’s tight little asshole, and Taemin flushed, hiding his face while fingers probed him and touched him. It felt good, even if it made him feel a little dirty. Everything was tight, uncomfortable, with more and more fingers inside him, and one of the men made an impatient noise and shouted at the others to let the lovers fuck.
The strange hands stayed on him, on his back and thighs, one even curled around his cock and stroked him off.
But he concentrated on Kai’s touch, on Kai’s hands at his ass. He gasped, tried to keep breathing as Kai’s cock slipped up and down his cleft and then pressed, tight and painful, into his body. They both moaned and Taemin would have fallen forward had it not been for the other men holding him up. Tears sparkled on his cheeks and the men laughed at him, but he ignored their taunts and jerked back on Kai’s cock. It hurt, just enough, but Kai thrust slow and even, his deep breathing giving Taemin something to concentrate on.
Then something hot and sticky pressed against his lips and he whimpered, letting another man shove his cock inside his throat. He panicked, trying to breathe, and then Kai ran a hand up his back, tugging lightly on his hair, and Taemin settled. Hands tangled in his hair, yanked his head up and the man fucked his throat the same why Kai fucked him from behind. Taemin shook, arms growing weak, knees hurting against the mat.
Kai sped up, grunting suddenly and whispering something Taemin did not hear. His body shook and stilled, and Taemin groaned when Kai was suddenly yanked away from him. Another man took his place, thrusting into him with a dirty noise, and Taemin panicked, but Kai’s voice told him to relax and he did, eyes looking for his friend, finding him and holding him, and Kai was smiling at him before the man in front of him suddenly yanked away and sprayed his face full of come. He had only a moment to breathe before another cock was shoved into his mouth.
The men allowed Kai close enough to touch Taemin again, and Taemin was grateful for it as the night went on. He had no idea how many men used him, how many times his ass was taken, or how many loads of come were splattered on his body and spread into his skin.
When they were finally allowed to leave, the sun was rising, and Taemin stumbled back to his tent. Baekhyun was not there, and Taemin collapsed in their blankets, and Kai followed him down. Taemin had a moment to realize that he was going to have to scrub his blankets thoroughly to get the come off them all. He had a feeling he was going to have to skin himself to get the stuff off his own body.
And then Kai curled up with him, lips on his shoulder, arms around his waist and Taemin shifted back, snuggling into his body.
Sleep first. He needed to sleep.
---
Jaejoong sat up in bed with a shout, immediately rousing his lover.
“What is it?” Changmin asked, groggy.
“Tae-Taemin?”
Changmin was immediately alert. “What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong shut his eyes, concentrating on the connection he had to Taemin. “He’s ... okay ... but ...”
“But?”
Jaejoong suddenly understood the mixture of fear, lust and curiosity throbbing from the connection. He really only felt Taemin’s emotions when they were strong. The last time he knew anything was when Taemin had received his note upon the leaf. His homesickness and worry had been enough to travel through their link. But Jaejoong was not stupid and he was not telling Taemin’s father that he was pretty sure the boy was being taken advantage of. Maybe even raped.
“He and Baekhyun are fighting,” Jaejoong said and sagged back into the bed. “That boy ...”
“How do you even know that?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Just ... the feelings. I understand them. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t worry? My son has been gone for more than a year. I’ve missed his eighteenth birthday, had to delay his coronation. He is never going to come home and he is going to get himself killed. And you tell me not to worry?”
Jaejoong kissed him. “He’ll survive, love. You raised him to be strong and resilient.”
Changmin snorted.
“Yes, and stubborn.”
Jaejoong settled against Changmin and did his best to tamper down his worry. Was Taemin being raped? Or just ... just ... Jaejoong fought the urge to worry. Changmin was very good at picking up on those things through the binding curse.
“You are worrying too.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “A parent has the right to worry.”
“I don’t think he’s ever coming home.”
Jaejoong did not reassure him. Not this time.
---
Summer
The bow and arrow act grew a little more lewd, more touching, more stripping, until Taemin stood in the center of the crowd in little more than a wrap of cloth around him and he shot at a mostly naked Kai. The crowds loved it. The men during the night loved it, and Taemin learned to suck on a cock and whimper in all the right ways when men paid to have him.
And more often than not, it was Kai that he crawled into bed with. Baekhyun had been right. Taemin was sore, but it was bearable. Especially with Kai tucked in next to him, their naked sticky skin together, holding each other, touching, fucking, and kissing.
Taemin loved kissing Kai. He loved curling up in the bed with him and letting Kai curl over his back, press in close while he thrust inside him, but still could turn his head and their lips met and they kissed and fucked, on their own, with an audience, Taemin no longer cared who else watched and fucked him, as long it was Kai who he crawled into bed with afterwards.
“Run away with me,” Taemin said again and again.
Kai refused.
“Why not?” Taemin finally demanded. He turned in Kai’s hold and did not protest the kiss that landed on his lips. He did not protest the hand that curled around his sticky cock. He did not protest the direction to straddle Kai’s lap.
Kai lifted his cock and held himself up, and Taemin sank down onto it with a sigh, body stretching as Kai’s cock squelched through the mess of come and oil inside him.
“Come with me,” Taemin said again and slowly rotated his hips.
Kai moaned, fingers in a tight grip on Taemin’s hips. “I can’t.”
“Please.”
“I can’t. They ... I owe them ... my family ...”
Taemin paused. Kai had never talked of his family before.
“I was sold, to pay off a debt,” Kai whispered. “I can’t ... they own me. If ... if I leave, they’ll go after my family.”
Taemin frowned. “Surely your debt has been paid.”
Kai shook his head. “It does not work that way, not when you are someone’s property.”
“Slavery is illegal.”
Kai snorted. “So is prostitution.”
Taemin leaned over Kai and kissed him, and they stopped talking and just connected again, the whimpers and moans quiet, their movements frantic. Taemin stroked himself while he bounced in Kai’s lap. He flung his head back, hand on Kai’s chest and groaned as he came, splattering a few more drops onto Kai’s messy chest.
Kai rolled him over, and Taemin went to his stomach, hips lifted just enough, and Kai curled over him, bodies pressed together, fingers entwined and he thrust, desperate and rough, mouth biting Taemin’s shoulder. Leaving a mark. One that would have their next customers clamoring for a taste.
Taemin muffled his moans on the blanket and gasped out his love for Kai, even if the other could not hear him.
---
Taemin walked across the rope, aware of the cheers of those watching. He bobbed up and down with the slack and then jumped, flying into the air, wind pulling at his long hair. He landed easily on his feet and then pretended to waver back and forth, forcing the rope to sway with him. He used his fan to flick and flair himself back into position, and then smiled at the crowd as they laughed and applauded. On tiptoes, in the heavy slippers, Taemin shuffled to the end of the rope, right to where Baekhyun is smiling, laughing at something that Kai had said below them.
Another big leaf smacked into his face.
Taemin stumbled on the tightrope, foot slipping and he just barely managed to catch himself from falling all the way to the ground, though the rope burned his arm painfully. He held himself for a moment, and then fell and stumbled and the crowd laughed, and Taemin spun on the ground and turned the movement into the act.
Baekhyun laughed at him from his place on the rope and asked him if he stumbled his way through a fuck, too.
The audience loved the depravity.
Kai had rushed into the circle to help him up and he took the leaf and used it to fan himself as he exclaimed how sexy Taemin was and how much it made him hot to touch him, and then he pushed Taemin back to the tightrope. Kai kept the leaf and Taemin smiled at him when he could to thank him. He climbed back up to the tightrope and finished his act with Baekhyun.
Afterwards, in the home of the village leader, Taemin danced for him, played with himself and teased with coquettish smiles until the man yanked him forward and fucked him into the floor. He spent most of the night and into the morning on that floor as the other village leaders used him. It was not the first time he’d been bought without Kai, but he did not like it, not at all.
Kai made it all bearable.
---
Dear Taeminnie,
I am writing this without your father knowing. I felt your pain and anger a month or so ago and I worry so much for you. What is happening? How come you are not happy like you used to be? The harvest moon has come and gone and your mother is quite upset that your bastard of a father did not send soldiers after you. Your father can be unwittingly harsh, but your mother is scary. Come home soon please. You are always welcome here.
~Daddy Joongie
Taemin leaned his head on Kai’s thigh as he read the note on the leaf. Jaejoong had felt him, that first night with Kai. He was not surprised. His emotions had been intense. A month ago? Which meant that Jaejoong had written this leaf a month after, so maybe six months? He could not figure out the timeline, but with the summer heat waning, Taemin knew he had been gone from the castle for almost year and a half.
“Come with me,” Taemin said again, kissing Kai’s skin, licking up toward his balls and erection.
“I cannot.”
Taemin sighed. “I want you to come with me. I love you.”
Kai snorted, and Taemin glared up at him.
“I am not going to go live in the castle,” Kai said.
“Me neither. We just do not have to do this anymore.”
“They’ll go after my family.”
“The ones that sold you.”
Kai sighed. “Please stop asking me.”
“Please stop denying me.”
Kai ran his hand over Taemin’s chest, over the marks and scratches from the men who had used him. Erasing them from Taemin’s soul. Replacing them with kisses and touches of his own.
Part 4: The Broken Trap
Part 2: The Hidden Trap
Part 1: The Honor Trap
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Pairing: Kai/Taemin (Exo/SHINee), [Side Pairings: Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Changmin/Jaejoong]
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These two definitely do not belong to me, but I'm borrowing them for the joys of this story.
Summary: Taemin doesn't want to be a prince, living in the shadow of his perfect father and his father's consort. He wants to be free, no matter the price he has to pay.
A/N: This story takes place about 16 years after Tightly Bound's epilogue. Taemin is 17 years old at the beginning of this story, with Baekhyun at 18 and Kai at 16. Taemin's older sisters are 21 years old.
A/N2: Inspiration for this fic came from the first few minutes of the movie The Clown and the King ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zdMgghw4VY ) and from its portrayal of the Namsadang.
Warnings: Prostitution
Part 3: The Pleasure Trap
Taemin kneeled under the scrutiny of a older man. He walked around Taemin, fingers trailing over his bare shoulders and then into his shoulder-length hair. Taemin fought the urge to shiver. He was nervous, very much so. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. Baekhyun had told him the basics, told him to demand oil for ease of penetration, but so far the man had done nothing but look at him kneeling naked on the floor.
The tent flap moved, and the man smiled, and another man brought in Kai, and Taemin’s eyes went wide. He said nothing but supported Kai as he was tossed onto the floor next to Taemin.
The man who brought Kai in said, “There you go. Now fuck.”
Kai looked at Taemin and licked his lips. “They want to watch us together,” Kai whispered. “I told them we were are already lovers, that they could watch us together.”
Taemin swallowed and tried not to cry, with relief that he was going to do this for the first time with someone he knew, someone he trusted, and with love. His chest tightened and he took a very deep breath. “O-okay.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
Taemin tried to smile.
“Get on with it,” a man said and slapped the back of Kai’s head.
Kai winced, and Taemin bit his lip against an angry retort. He had to do what he was told, not to get money for the namsadang, but for Kai. Until Kai understood that they could leave.
Kai shuffled over to Taemin, on his knees. His hand shook a little as he touched, so softly, up Taemin’s side. “You’re beautiful.”
Taemin flushed.
“I’ve always thought so from the very first day I saw you.”
Kai moved closer, both hands sliding behind his neck and gripping his hair. Their lips touched, and Taemin shivered, letting Kai kiss him, lead him, and hold him. It was not his first kiss, but the first one in a long time, and it was nothing compared to the nervous stumbles with princesses. His own hands fluttered on Kai’s sides, under his tunic. Kai’s mouth moved to his neck, harsh sucks and bites that had Taemin shaking. His cock was already hard, and his eyes shut and he rubbed up against the harsh fabric of Kai’s pants.
Whimpering.
No one had ever touched him before. No one. And while it was better to have Kai touch him than the men around them, nothing prepared him for the sensation of having his nipple pinched, licked and bit. Kai’s hand wrapped around his erection, and Taemin toppled under too many sensations. Kai lowered him to the hard mat under them, and continued to kiss his body (nipples, stomach, hip bones) while pulling his own clothes off.
Kai was strong, had to be with the training and dancing he did. It took a lot of muscle strength to stay on the tightrope. His muscles looked more defined under the candlelight, his dark skin glowed, and Taemin was suddenly so grateful for his friendship, for his support, for everything Kai had done and did not do since they met. Lying naked under him was better than being naked under a stranger.
“I love you,” Taemin said, and blushed when the men around them guffawed. He’d forgotten about them.
Kai smiled and went back to his mouth for a deep kiss. “Turn over. We can’t prolong this as much as I want to.”
Taemin swallowed roughly, but turned around, under Kai and it was Kai’s hands that helped steady him, get him into position on his knees, and then his hands spread Taemin’s ass open and he licked at his cleft and Taemin gasped because that should not have felt so good. Kai’s fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs, and Taemin moaned, sinking down further, spreading his knees, and Kai’s tongue worked inside him, pressing softly.
Taemin shouted when Kai tugged on his cock, and the men around them shouted encouragement.
A few moments later, oil dripped down his cleft, followed by Kai’s fingers.
And then there were other fingers there, not just Kai’s, and the men were rude in their appreciation for Taemin’s tight little asshole, and Taemin flushed, hiding his face while fingers probed him and touched him. It felt good, even if it made him feel a little dirty. Everything was tight, uncomfortable, with more and more fingers inside him, and one of the men made an impatient noise and shouted at the others to let the lovers fuck.
The strange hands stayed on him, on his back and thighs, one even curled around his cock and stroked him off.
But he concentrated on Kai’s touch, on Kai’s hands at his ass. He gasped, tried to keep breathing as Kai’s cock slipped up and down his cleft and then pressed, tight and painful, into his body. They both moaned and Taemin would have fallen forward had it not been for the other men holding him up. Tears sparkled on his cheeks and the men laughed at him, but he ignored their taunts and jerked back on Kai’s cock. It hurt, just enough, but Kai thrust slow and even, his deep breathing giving Taemin something to concentrate on.
Then something hot and sticky pressed against his lips and he whimpered, letting another man shove his cock inside his throat. He panicked, trying to breathe, and then Kai ran a hand up his back, tugging lightly on his hair, and Taemin settled. Hands tangled in his hair, yanked his head up and the man fucked his throat the same why Kai fucked him from behind. Taemin shook, arms growing weak, knees hurting against the mat.
Kai sped up, grunting suddenly and whispering something Taemin did not hear. His body shook and stilled, and Taemin groaned when Kai was suddenly yanked away from him. Another man took his place, thrusting into him with a dirty noise, and Taemin panicked, but Kai’s voice told him to relax and he did, eyes looking for his friend, finding him and holding him, and Kai was smiling at him before the man in front of him suddenly yanked away and sprayed his face full of come. He had only a moment to breathe before another cock was shoved into his mouth.
The men allowed Kai close enough to touch Taemin again, and Taemin was grateful for it as the night went on. He had no idea how many men used him, how many times his ass was taken, or how many loads of come were splattered on his body and spread into his skin.
When they were finally allowed to leave, the sun was rising, and Taemin stumbled back to his tent. Baekhyun was not there, and Taemin collapsed in their blankets, and Kai followed him down. Taemin had a moment to realize that he was going to have to scrub his blankets thoroughly to get the come off them all. He had a feeling he was going to have to skin himself to get the stuff off his own body.
And then Kai curled up with him, lips on his shoulder, arms around his waist and Taemin shifted back, snuggling into his body.
Sleep first. He needed to sleep.
---
Jaejoong sat up in bed with a shout, immediately rousing his lover.
“What is it?” Changmin asked, groggy.
“Tae-Taemin?”
Changmin was immediately alert. “What’s wrong?”
Jaejoong shut his eyes, concentrating on the connection he had to Taemin. “He’s ... okay ... but ...”
“But?”
Jaejoong suddenly understood the mixture of fear, lust and curiosity throbbing from the connection. He really only felt Taemin’s emotions when they were strong. The last time he knew anything was when Taemin had received his note upon the leaf. His homesickness and worry had been enough to travel through their link. But Jaejoong was not stupid and he was not telling Taemin’s father that he was pretty sure the boy was being taken advantage of. Maybe even raped.
“He and Baekhyun are fighting,” Jaejoong said and sagged back into the bed. “That boy ...”
“How do you even know that?”
Jaejoong smiled. “Just ... the feelings. I understand them. Don’t worry.”
“Don’t worry? My son has been gone for more than a year. I’ve missed his eighteenth birthday, had to delay his coronation. He is never going to come home and he is going to get himself killed. And you tell me not to worry?”
Jaejoong kissed him. “He’ll survive, love. You raised him to be strong and resilient.”
Changmin snorted.
“Yes, and stubborn.”
Jaejoong settled against Changmin and did his best to tamper down his worry. Was Taemin being raped? Or just ... just ... Jaejoong fought the urge to worry. Changmin was very good at picking up on those things through the binding curse.
“You are worrying too.”
Jaejoong smiled and nodded. “A parent has the right to worry.”
“I don’t think he’s ever coming home.”
Jaejoong did not reassure him. Not this time.
---
Summer
The bow and arrow act grew a little more lewd, more touching, more stripping, until Taemin stood in the center of the crowd in little more than a wrap of cloth around him and he shot at a mostly naked Kai. The crowds loved it. The men during the night loved it, and Taemin learned to suck on a cock and whimper in all the right ways when men paid to have him.
And more often than not, it was Kai that he crawled into bed with. Baekhyun had been right. Taemin was sore, but it was bearable. Especially with Kai tucked in next to him, their naked sticky skin together, holding each other, touching, fucking, and kissing.
Taemin loved kissing Kai. He loved curling up in the bed with him and letting Kai curl over his back, press in close while he thrust inside him, but still could turn his head and their lips met and they kissed and fucked, on their own, with an audience, Taemin no longer cared who else watched and fucked him, as long it was Kai who he crawled into bed with afterwards.
“Run away with me,” Taemin said again and again.
Kai refused.
“Why not?” Taemin finally demanded. He turned in Kai’s hold and did not protest the kiss that landed on his lips. He did not protest the hand that curled around his sticky cock. He did not protest the direction to straddle Kai’s lap.
Kai lifted his cock and held himself up, and Taemin sank down onto it with a sigh, body stretching as Kai’s cock squelched through the mess of come and oil inside him.
“Come with me,” Taemin said again and slowly rotated his hips.
Kai moaned, fingers in a tight grip on Taemin’s hips. “I can’t.”
“Please.”
“I can’t. They ... I owe them ... my family ...”
Taemin paused. Kai had never talked of his family before.
“I was sold, to pay off a debt,” Kai whispered. “I can’t ... they own me. If ... if I leave, they’ll go after my family.”
Taemin frowned. “Surely your debt has been paid.”
Kai shook his head. “It does not work that way, not when you are someone’s property.”
“Slavery is illegal.”
Kai snorted. “So is prostitution.”
Taemin leaned over Kai and kissed him, and they stopped talking and just connected again, the whimpers and moans quiet, their movements frantic. Taemin stroked himself while he bounced in Kai’s lap. He flung his head back, hand on Kai’s chest and groaned as he came, splattering a few more drops onto Kai’s messy chest.
Kai rolled him over, and Taemin went to his stomach, hips lifted just enough, and Kai curled over him, bodies pressed together, fingers entwined and he thrust, desperate and rough, mouth biting Taemin’s shoulder. Leaving a mark. One that would have their next customers clamoring for a taste.
Taemin muffled his moans on the blanket and gasped out his love for Kai, even if the other could not hear him.
---
Taemin walked across the rope, aware of the cheers of those watching. He bobbed up and down with the slack and then jumped, flying into the air, wind pulling at his long hair. He landed easily on his feet and then pretended to waver back and forth, forcing the rope to sway with him. He used his fan to flick and flair himself back into position, and then smiled at the crowd as they laughed and applauded. On tiptoes, in the heavy slippers, Taemin shuffled to the end of the rope, right to where Baekhyun is smiling, laughing at something that Kai had said below them.
Another big leaf smacked into his face.
Taemin stumbled on the tightrope, foot slipping and he just barely managed to catch himself from falling all the way to the ground, though the rope burned his arm painfully. He held himself for a moment, and then fell and stumbled and the crowd laughed, and Taemin spun on the ground and turned the movement into the act.
Baekhyun laughed at him from his place on the rope and asked him if he stumbled his way through a fuck, too.
The audience loved the depravity.
Kai had rushed into the circle to help him up and he took the leaf and used it to fan himself as he exclaimed how sexy Taemin was and how much it made him hot to touch him, and then he pushed Taemin back to the tightrope. Kai kept the leaf and Taemin smiled at him when he could to thank him. He climbed back up to the tightrope and finished his act with Baekhyun.
Afterwards, in the home of the village leader, Taemin danced for him, played with himself and teased with coquettish smiles until the man yanked him forward and fucked him into the floor. He spent most of the night and into the morning on that floor as the other village leaders used him. It was not the first time he’d been bought without Kai, but he did not like it, not at all.
Kai made it all bearable.
---
Dear Taeminnie,
I am writing this without your father knowing. I felt your pain and anger a month or so ago and I worry so much for you. What is happening? How come you are not happy like you used to be? The harvest moon has come and gone and your mother is quite upset that your bastard of a father did not send soldiers after you. Your father can be unwittingly harsh, but your mother is scary. Come home soon please. You are always welcome here.
~Daddy Joongie
Taemin leaned his head on Kai’s thigh as he read the note on the leaf. Jaejoong had felt him, that first night with Kai. He was not surprised. His emotions had been intense. A month ago? Which meant that Jaejoong had written this leaf a month after, so maybe six months? He could not figure out the timeline, but with the summer heat waning, Taemin knew he had been gone from the castle for almost year and a half.
“Come with me,” Taemin said again, kissing Kai’s skin, licking up toward his balls and erection.
“I cannot.”
Taemin sighed. “I want you to come with me. I love you.”
Kai snorted, and Taemin glared up at him.
“I am not going to go live in the castle,” Kai said.
“Me neither. We just do not have to do this anymore.”
“They’ll go after my family.”
“The ones that sold you.”
Kai sighed. “Please stop asking me.”
“Please stop denying me.”
Kai ran his hand over Taemin’s chest, over the marks and scratches from the men who had used him. Erasing them from Taemin’s soul. Replacing them with kisses and touches of his own.
Part 4: The Broken Trap
Part 2: The Hidden Trap
Part 1: The Honor Trap
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