Ride On 2/4
Title: Ride On 2/4
Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong/Yunho in this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I can only twist contort and rape them in fics. Not in real life.
Summary: As part owner of Ride On where the boys are young and pretty, Yunho takes what he wants when he wants it. Well, except for one thing that Changmin isn't willing to give up.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to rainbowxrae. See what happens when you say something to me and my mind decides to make a fic about it.
A/N: This is a continuation of Pretty Boy. Pretty Boy will now be considered chapter one of this fic. I only meant to write a sequel, but it kinda ran away from me, and now there are four parts to it. There will only be four parts to it. This is the closest I think I've ever come to PWP.
WARNINGS: Toys, blood, BDSM
Poster credit goes to bitofajungle - thank you darling!
“I want Yoochun.”
Changmin frowned. “He’s still healing from the last time you had him.”
Yunho smirked. “So? I want him.”
“No.”
“I’ll be there in a half hour. I want him.”
“No. He’s not for sale tonight. Come to my office, we’ll make another arrangement.”
Yunho scoffed, but gave Changmin an affirmation. He ended the call, and then tossed his phone on the table. It bounced once. He wanted that beautiful boy so much it made his cock ache.
He downed the glass of scotch in his hand, and then went about getting ready for the club. He dressed in black pants, a red shirt. He bypassed any accessories, slipped on shiny black shoes, and threw a dark gray sport coat around his shoulders.
When Yunho climbed into the back of his car two minutes later, his driver asked no questions, and fifteen minutes later, he pulled into the underground parking lot of the building that housed Ride On. Yunho told him to wait for his call, and then climbed out. At the elevator, he swiped his card, and instead of hitting M for the main floor, he hit the top button. The elevator lurched underneath him, and shot up, taking him to his destination. The doors pinged open moments later.
The receiving room was empty, Jaejoong’s desk abandoned, but the door to Changmin’s office was open. Yunho flowed through the dim light, knocked three times on the door and pushed it open.
Changmin looked up from his desk, not bothering to mask his irritated look.
Yunho sat in a chair. “I want him.”
“No,” Changmin said and resumed reading the paper in his hands. “Wait until next week. Would you like a drink?”
Yunho surveyed him for a moment, determined to get what he wanted. “Sure.”
Changmin snapped his fingers.
And Jaejoong slinked from behind his desk.
Yunho’s mouth went dry. And his cock was hard in a second.
Naked, creamy skin. Strained muscles. Yunho caught a flash of metal dangling from Jae’s chest. His back and ass were pink with slightly darker stripes marring the skin. Trailing from his hole was a thick gray string. As Jae crawled across the floor, a large round bead plopped from his ass. A foot later, another bead slipped out.
Yunho followed the lead back to the desk, eyes falling on a cuff of gray around Changmin’s wrist. Changmin lifted his hand in a casual gesture, Yunho met his eyes and swallowed. The cuff went taut for a moment and then relaxed. Changmin smirked.
Yunho looked back at Jaejoong just as the other man stood. He prepared a glass of whiskey for Yunho. There were five beads between Jaejoong’s ass and Changmin’s wrist.
Jae turned and walked to Yunho. Both of his nipples were clamped, one dripped blood. Chains connected the clamps to a cock ring. Even from here, Yunho could see it vibrating. With shaking hands Yunho took the drink. Jae kept his eyes lowered, but when he turned around, Changmin said, “Bend over.”
Jae immediately bent over Changmin’s desk, his red ass on display for Yunho. Yunho ran his gaze over the heated skin of Jae’s ass, over the raised welts. Yunho reached a hand out to touch him. Changmin cleared his throat, and Yunho smirked and put his hand back in his lap.
Jaejoong shuddered.
“Jaejoong, tell Yunho why you’re being punished,” Changmin said.
Jae shivered. “I …”
Changmin yanked his arm back and another bead fell out of Jaejoong’s ass. He cried out and thrust back.
“I want him,” Jae almost shouted.
Yunho met Changmin’s eyes again. Changmin nodded once. Yunho took the silent cue. He played with the toy in Jae’s body. Very slowly he pulled another bead from Jae’s hole.
“And?” Changmin said.
“I … I want my master to let him fuck me.”
“But I don’t share, do I, Jaejoong?”
Jae whimpered. “No.”
“Turn around,” Changmin said and stood up. His pants were unbuttoned, his cock hard and glimmering.
Jae did, body on display for Yunho. Changmin moved to this side of the desk. His fingers twisted one of Jae’s sore nipples. Jae hissed. Changmin removed the cuff from his wrist and then with no other warning pulled the rest of the toy, three more beads, from Jae’s body. The beads snapped against the side of the desk. Jae cried out, eyes shutting.
“Who owns your body, Jaejoong?” Changmin whispered, biting Jae’s ear. His hand slipped down Jaejoong’s side.
“You do, master, you do.”
“And as the owner of your body, what do I get to do to it?”
“What-whatever you want, master.”
Changmin smirked. “Lean over Yunho’s chair, hands on the back, but don’t you dare touch him.”
Jae whimpered again as he did as he was told. Yunho slid down, allowing Jae’s hands to grip the back of the chair on either side of his head. He swallowed, his brain so clouded with lust.
“Yunho.”
His gaze jerked to Changmin’s behind Jaejoong. Another silent cue, but Yunho was unsure of what it meant. Jae’s scent-sweat and sex and citrus sweet cologne-made his head spin.
“If you agree to wait a week, I’ll take what I want from my toy, just like this.”
To Yunho, saying no wasn’t even an option. “Fine. But I get to jerk off.”
Changmin smirked. “By all means. Show Jae what he wants, what he can’t ever, ever have. Just don’t touch him.”
Jae whimpered.
Yunho unbuttoned his pants, sighing when the pressure encasing him was released. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and then pushed his pants down his thighs. Jae’s hungry eyes soaked in the sight of his skin.
“Torture him with your words, Yunho,” Changmin said.
Jae grunted, moving forward and Changmin started fucking him. His eyes shut for a moment, mouth open. God, he was beautiful.
“God, you’re beautiful, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked slowly. He was already so fucking close to coming, having this body over him, teasing him. His other hand reached up and he hooked a finger around the chains of the nipple clamp. Changmin looked like he was about to protest, but Yunho smiled. “I’m not touching him.”
He pulled, tearing a cry from Jaejoong’s mouth. Blood pooled around the clamp and then dripped onto Yunho’s stomach.
“I want to lick your blood up, Jaejoong, taste you, mark you and claim you. I want those plump limps around my cock while I fuck your throat. You’d take all of my cock wouldn’t you? You want to feel it scraping the back of your throat.”
Jae whimpered. “Please, fuck, please, master.”
“No,” Changmin said. His grip tightened and he thrust faster.
Yunho lifted his head enough that his lips were a breath away from Jaejoong’s. His hand sped up on his cock. “And then, after I’ve covered your face in my come, I want to fuck you. I want to spread your ass open and watch as your eager body takes every inch of my cock.” Yunho pulled on the chains again, this time tugging so the pressure was on the cock ring.
Jae’s body shook with the need to come. Clear fluid pumped from his cock, dripping onto Yunho’s skin.
Yunho slid his finger through it and then through the drops of blood. He licked it clean. “God, you taste good.”
“Master, please, fuck. please.”
“Should have gagged you,” Changmin grunted.
“I have something he can gag on,” Yunho said.
Changmin scoffed, but then tilted his head to the side. “Jaejoong pet, do you deserve to suck on Yunho’s cock?”
Jae whimpered, but shook his head. “No, master.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to, fuck I want to!”
“What do you want?”
Jae swallowed. His eyes were blown with lust, dark and hypnotizing. Yunho didn’t look away, but his hand sped up on his cock as his orgasm teased him.
“I want him, fuck, I want him to hurt me.”
Yunho moaned. His fingers yanked on the chain again. Jae cried out, body shaking in another dry orgasm. A steady drip of blood splattered on Yunho’s stomach.
Changmin waited until Jae’s shudders diminished, and then he pulled Jaejoong back, making his hands fall off the back of the chair. Jae cried out, wincing as Changmin’s fingers dug into the back of his neck. He bent Jaejoong over, stopping him and holding him so his lips were brushing Yunho’s cock. Jae whined.
“Fuck his mouth, Yunho, give the little whore what he wants.”
Yunho’s eyes rolled back. He grabbed Jae by the hair and slammed his cock into Jae’s open mouth. Jae screamed and gagged as Yunho forced himself completely in Jae’s throat, over and over, pulling his head down while thrusting his hips up. The orgasm that was so close before crashed through him sooner than he wanted. But he pulled out after the first pulse into Jae’s mouth, he held Jae still and covered his face in come.
Jae whimpered, tongue out, trying to catch more. Changmin’s fingers suddenly loosened the cock ring and after only a stroke of his hand, Jae screamed, pumping heavy ribbons of white all over Yunho’s body.
Yunho moaned and reached for the chains again, but Changmin yanked Jaejoong away.
“You have what you want, whore.” He slammed Jaejoong over the desk and fucked him.
Yunho watched as Changmin’s cock disappeared into Jaejoong’s body. There was red on his cock, and streaks of red down the back of Jaejoong’s thighs.
“You are a fucking whore, Jaejoong. And you do not deserve to have me come inside you.”
Jae whimpered, and Yunho barely picked up his whispered pleadings.
“No,” Changmin said, pulling Jaejoong’s hair. “I’m not good enough for you anymore, am I? You don’t need me anymore, do you?”
“No, please master, please, you’re all I need.”
Changmin scoffed.
Jae face turned on the desk, cheek pressed against the wood. Tears leaked from his eyes.
“No, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Changmin scratched down his hips, leaving red, bleeding lines over the pale skin.
Jae cried, and god, Yunho was hard again, stroking himself as Changmin continued spouting abuse at Jae. His fingers tried to dig into the smooth top of the desk. Moments later, Changmin pulled out. He threw Jae to the floor and then stroked himself until he came, splattering the side of his desk.
Jae curled in on himself, body shaking with sobs. Changmin stepped over him and went to the counter. He tossed Yunho a towel and cleaned himself up. Yunho scraped the come off his skin.
“Come on,” Changmin said with a jerk of his head at Yunho. He ignored Jaejoong.
Yunho stood up and buttoned his pants. He left the shirt open and followed Changmin through the halls of the building.
Part 3: Sexy Boy
Part 1: Pretty Boy
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Pairing: Changmin/Jaejoong/Yunho in this chapter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I can only twist contort and rape them in fics. Not in real life.
Summary: As part owner of Ride On where the boys are young and pretty, Yunho takes what he wants when he wants it. Well, except for one thing that Changmin isn't willing to give up.
A/N: This fic is dedicated to rainbowxrae. See what happens when you say something to me and my mind decides to make a fic about it.
A/N: This is a continuation of Pretty Boy. Pretty Boy will now be considered chapter one of this fic. I only meant to write a sequel, but it kinda ran away from me, and now there are four parts to it. There will only be four parts to it. This is the closest I think I've ever come to PWP.
WARNINGS: Toys, blood, BDSM
Poster credit goes to bitofajungle - thank you darling!
“I want Yoochun.”
Changmin frowned. “He’s still healing from the last time you had him.”
Yunho smirked. “So? I want him.”
“No.”
“I’ll be there in a half hour. I want him.”
“No. He’s not for sale tonight. Come to my office, we’ll make another arrangement.”
Yunho scoffed, but gave Changmin an affirmation. He ended the call, and then tossed his phone on the table. It bounced once. He wanted that beautiful boy so much it made his cock ache.
He downed the glass of scotch in his hand, and then went about getting ready for the club. He dressed in black pants, a red shirt. He bypassed any accessories, slipped on shiny black shoes, and threw a dark gray sport coat around his shoulders.
When Yunho climbed into the back of his car two minutes later, his driver asked no questions, and fifteen minutes later, he pulled into the underground parking lot of the building that housed Ride On. Yunho told him to wait for his call, and then climbed out. At the elevator, he swiped his card, and instead of hitting M for the main floor, he hit the top button. The elevator lurched underneath him, and shot up, taking him to his destination. The doors pinged open moments later.
The receiving room was empty, Jaejoong’s desk abandoned, but the door to Changmin’s office was open. Yunho flowed through the dim light, knocked three times on the door and pushed it open.
Changmin looked up from his desk, not bothering to mask his irritated look.
Yunho sat in a chair. “I want him.”
“No,” Changmin said and resumed reading the paper in his hands. “Wait until next week. Would you like a drink?”
Yunho surveyed him for a moment, determined to get what he wanted. “Sure.”
Changmin snapped his fingers.
And Jaejoong slinked from behind his desk.
Yunho’s mouth went dry. And his cock was hard in a second.
Naked, creamy skin. Strained muscles. Yunho caught a flash of metal dangling from Jae’s chest. His back and ass were pink with slightly darker stripes marring the skin. Trailing from his hole was a thick gray string. As Jae crawled across the floor, a large round bead plopped from his ass. A foot later, another bead slipped out.
Yunho followed the lead back to the desk, eyes falling on a cuff of gray around Changmin’s wrist. Changmin lifted his hand in a casual gesture, Yunho met his eyes and swallowed. The cuff went taut for a moment and then relaxed. Changmin smirked.
Yunho looked back at Jaejoong just as the other man stood. He prepared a glass of whiskey for Yunho. There were five beads between Jaejoong’s ass and Changmin’s wrist.
Jae turned and walked to Yunho. Both of his nipples were clamped, one dripped blood. Chains connected the clamps to a cock ring. Even from here, Yunho could see it vibrating. With shaking hands Yunho took the drink. Jae kept his eyes lowered, but when he turned around, Changmin said, “Bend over.”
Jae immediately bent over Changmin’s desk, his red ass on display for Yunho. Yunho ran his gaze over the heated skin of Jae’s ass, over the raised welts. Yunho reached a hand out to touch him. Changmin cleared his throat, and Yunho smirked and put his hand back in his lap.
Jaejoong shuddered.
“Jaejoong, tell Yunho why you’re being punished,” Changmin said.
Jae shivered. “I …”
Changmin yanked his arm back and another bead fell out of Jaejoong’s ass. He cried out and thrust back.
“I want him,” Jae almost shouted.
Yunho met Changmin’s eyes again. Changmin nodded once. Yunho took the silent cue. He played with the toy in Jae’s body. Very slowly he pulled another bead from Jae’s hole.
“And?” Changmin said.
“I … I want my master to let him fuck me.”
“But I don’t share, do I, Jaejoong?”
Jae whimpered. “No.”
“Turn around,” Changmin said and stood up. His pants were unbuttoned, his cock hard and glimmering.
Jae did, body on display for Yunho. Changmin moved to this side of the desk. His fingers twisted one of Jae’s sore nipples. Jae hissed. Changmin removed the cuff from his wrist and then with no other warning pulled the rest of the toy, three more beads, from Jae’s body. The beads snapped against the side of the desk. Jae cried out, eyes shutting.
“Who owns your body, Jaejoong?” Changmin whispered, biting Jae’s ear. His hand slipped down Jaejoong’s side.
“You do, master, you do.”
“And as the owner of your body, what do I get to do to it?”
“What-whatever you want, master.”
Changmin smirked. “Lean over Yunho’s chair, hands on the back, but don’t you dare touch him.”
Jae whimpered again as he did as he was told. Yunho slid down, allowing Jae’s hands to grip the back of the chair on either side of his head. He swallowed, his brain so clouded with lust.
“Yunho.”
His gaze jerked to Changmin’s behind Jaejoong. Another silent cue, but Yunho was unsure of what it meant. Jae’s scent-sweat and sex and citrus sweet cologne-made his head spin.
“If you agree to wait a week, I’ll take what I want from my toy, just like this.”
To Yunho, saying no wasn’t even an option. “Fine. But I get to jerk off.”
Changmin smirked. “By all means. Show Jae what he wants, what he can’t ever, ever have. Just don’t touch him.”
Jae whimpered.
Yunho unbuttoned his pants, sighing when the pressure encasing him was released. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and then pushed his pants down his thighs. Jae’s hungry eyes soaked in the sight of his skin.
“Torture him with your words, Yunho,” Changmin said.
Jae grunted, moving forward and Changmin started fucking him. His eyes shut for a moment, mouth open. God, he was beautiful.
“God, you’re beautiful, Jaejoong,” Yunho whispered. He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked slowly. He was already so fucking close to coming, having this body over him, teasing him. His other hand reached up and he hooked a finger around the chains of the nipple clamp. Changmin looked like he was about to protest, but Yunho smiled. “I’m not touching him.”
He pulled, tearing a cry from Jaejoong’s mouth. Blood pooled around the clamp and then dripped onto Yunho’s stomach.
“I want to lick your blood up, Jaejoong, taste you, mark you and claim you. I want those plump limps around my cock while I fuck your throat. You’d take all of my cock wouldn’t you? You want to feel it scraping the back of your throat.”
Jae whimpered. “Please, fuck, please, master.”
“No,” Changmin said. His grip tightened and he thrust faster.
Yunho lifted his head enough that his lips were a breath away from Jaejoong’s. His hand sped up on his cock. “And then, after I’ve covered your face in my come, I want to fuck you. I want to spread your ass open and watch as your eager body takes every inch of my cock.” Yunho pulled on the chains again, this time tugging so the pressure was on the cock ring.
Jae’s body shook with the need to come. Clear fluid pumped from his cock, dripping onto Yunho’s skin.
Yunho slid his finger through it and then through the drops of blood. He licked it clean. “God, you taste good.”
“Master, please, fuck. please.”
“Should have gagged you,” Changmin grunted.
“I have something he can gag on,” Yunho said.
Changmin scoffed, but then tilted his head to the side. “Jaejoong pet, do you deserve to suck on Yunho’s cock?”
Jae whimpered, but shook his head. “No, master.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want to, fuck I want to!”
“What do you want?”
Jae swallowed. His eyes were blown with lust, dark and hypnotizing. Yunho didn’t look away, but his hand sped up on his cock as his orgasm teased him.
“I want him, fuck, I want him to hurt me.”
Yunho moaned. His fingers yanked on the chain again. Jae cried out, body shaking in another dry orgasm. A steady drip of blood splattered on Yunho’s stomach.
Changmin waited until Jae’s shudders diminished, and then he pulled Jaejoong back, making his hands fall off the back of the chair. Jae cried out, wincing as Changmin’s fingers dug into the back of his neck. He bent Jaejoong over, stopping him and holding him so his lips were brushing Yunho’s cock. Jae whined.
“Fuck his mouth, Yunho, give the little whore what he wants.”
Yunho’s eyes rolled back. He grabbed Jae by the hair and slammed his cock into Jae’s open mouth. Jae screamed and gagged as Yunho forced himself completely in Jae’s throat, over and over, pulling his head down while thrusting his hips up. The orgasm that was so close before crashed through him sooner than he wanted. But he pulled out after the first pulse into Jae’s mouth, he held Jae still and covered his face in come.
Jae whimpered, tongue out, trying to catch more. Changmin’s fingers suddenly loosened the cock ring and after only a stroke of his hand, Jae screamed, pumping heavy ribbons of white all over Yunho’s body.
Yunho moaned and reached for the chains again, but Changmin yanked Jaejoong away.
“You have what you want, whore.” He slammed Jaejoong over the desk and fucked him.
Yunho watched as Changmin’s cock disappeared into Jaejoong’s body. There was red on his cock, and streaks of red down the back of Jaejoong’s thighs.
“You are a fucking whore, Jaejoong. And you do not deserve to have me come inside you.”
Jae whimpered, and Yunho barely picked up his whispered pleadings.
“No,” Changmin said, pulling Jaejoong’s hair. “I’m not good enough for you anymore, am I? You don’t need me anymore, do you?”
“No, please master, please, you’re all I need.”
Changmin scoffed.
Jae face turned on the desk, cheek pressed against the wood. Tears leaked from his eyes.
“No, please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Changmin scratched down his hips, leaving red, bleeding lines over the pale skin.
Jae cried, and god, Yunho was hard again, stroking himself as Changmin continued spouting abuse at Jae. His fingers tried to dig into the smooth top of the desk. Moments later, Changmin pulled out. He threw Jae to the floor and then stroked himself until he came, splattering the side of his desk.
Jae curled in on himself, body shaking with sobs. Changmin stepped over him and went to the counter. He tossed Yunho a towel and cleaned himself up. Yunho scraped the come off his skin.
“Come on,” Changmin said with a jerk of his head at Yunho. He ignored Jaejoong.
Yunho stood up and buttoned his pants. He left the shirt open and followed Changmin through the halls of the building.
Part 3: Sexy Boy
Part 1: Pretty Boy
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