Tortured Body and Soul [1/3]
I'm a cruel, cruel person and I have no idea where this idea had come from, but...it's pretty damn bad. There are going to be three parts to this, and I warn you now, it's only going to get more graphic, violent and bloody as the chapters progress.
Any italicized part is a flashback, for reference.
And don't worry, much self-hatred is taking place..
The muscles in his arms no longer burned; they now ached and had become a dull throbbing that was easily ignored. His bare feet dragged across the concrete floor that had a light film of water like substance that caught between his toes and made him feel gross-though that had not even been a problem in the days that he had been in this situation. His voice echoed when he spoke and even his breath carried a bit before dying out. There was a faint dripping sound somewhere off in a corner and he could hear the faint scurrying of rats.
It was like a movie and he’d be entertained if not for the fact that he was chained up with his arms above his head, wrists cuffed and hanging from the ceiling. His wrists were already bloody and scarred, bruised to the bone and almost unsalvageable. His shirt had been removed but at least there were no elements for him to be exposed to. It honestly didn’t make things any easier, especially not when he couldn’t see a damn thing with a cloth around his eyes.
A large metal door squeaked open before slamming shut. There had only been one visitor the entire time that he’d been tied up and he’d been the only man to come into the room.
Upon opening his eyes, he knew that something was wrong immediately. He knew that shit had hit the fan and he was probably going to die real soon. He’d come to peace with that long ago, but that didn’t mean that it made it any easier to accept once it stared you in the face.
He began to struggle immediately, the clunking of chains hitting one another as he tried to get a grip and pull his arms free, feet barely touching the floor and so giving him hardly any leverage. Adrenaline pulsed through him, making his heart begin to race, his muscles prepare for exertion and there was already perspiration on his skin. He couldn’t see a damn thing and that probably made it all the more worse. Not seeing mean he had no idea of what might be coming for him.
He already knew what had happened. There had been a raid on one of their temporary hideouts and In his attempt to get the youngest to safety, he’d been caught. Blackman hardly could be angry with him as the youngest was his favorite, though they all assumed that there was something more between the two of them but that wasn’t something that was up for debate or discussion unless you wanted to get popped.
“Stop.” A deep voice echoed from across the room and he knew exactly who had spoken. He may have stopped immediately, but it wasn’t voluntary. Even though adrenaline was still pulsing through his system, it felt as though his heart had stopped, as though it had plummeted straight to him stomach to be burned in the acid that resided there.
“No…” He whispered, completely shocked and unable to believe what this meant for him-for them.
There was a soft grunt from the other man as he, presumably, pushed himself from the floor. There was a moment of clothing rustling and shoes scuffling the floor before he could practically feel the man before him. His breath only stopped further.
“Himchan…” He breathed out almost brokenly. Now that they were closer, he could smell the cologne that the man wore. He knew that scent intimately. There were days when his bed would smell like it, his house, his clothing, all of it would be drenched in the musky, manly scent that Himchan wore.
Before even another breath could be taken, the back of a hand came down sharply against Jongup’s cheek and the whimper he let out went against everything that he was trained. He wasn’t supposed to give into the pain, wasn’t supposed to make it obvious that he was hurt-especially not by something that miniscule. But this…this hurt.
“Don’t say my name.” The voice that would usually speak to him for hours on end on the phone, in bed, on the roof, in the car, anywhere that they might happen to find privacy. Never had he actually been disgusted to hear that voice who had moaned his name many upon an occasion. This wasn’t right.
The sound of the door shutting and the soft sounds of sneakers scuffling across the floor gave clue as to who it was even if Jongup had previously doubted it.
“H-hyung….please, please…you don’t have to do this.” The young man muttered as powerfully as he could, though being without water or food for days had left his mouth dry and his lips parched, making speech near impossible.
There was no response.
The blond man only cried out brokenly. He had lost all optimism.
Fear had long since disappeared. He had only been afraid within the first day or two and so now stewed in hopelessness.
“Please…”
And he begged. There was much begging even if he had been told to never beg for his life. It was against the code and he’d never gone against the code before. He never had an opportunity to go against the code. The boss would be so angry with him…
“Stop.” The deep, harsh voice of someone that he had once considered a friend snapped finally and it was the first time in days that he’d heard anything other than his own voice or sobbing.
“Hyung, stop this! Please…I-I’ll give you anything.” He was desperate.
“Tell me the hideout and Blackman’s plan to wipe out my boss.”
Never should it have turned out like this. “You…y-you know I c-can’t do that, Himchan…”
“Tell me what you know!” Himchan shouted angrily, another hand coming down across Jongup’s face and it was probably the thousandth since he had been captured the previous day.
“I won’t!”
“Fucking hell, Jongup!” Himchan cried out in frustration and it broke Jongup’s heart further to hear his ex-lover to be so frustrated and angry with him when this wasn’t either of their faults.
Jongup swallowed thickly past the lump that had formed in his throat and closed his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He needed to know this because it was hurting so much to think that Himchan had been playing him all along, just to get close to him-even if that didn’t make complete sense given the situation that he was in.
Silence followed his question and Jongup would have believed that Himchan had left if not for the absence of the door sounding and the soft scuffling noise of Himchan’s shoes on the dirty floor. It was minutes before any sounds other than the breathing of the two men-labored on Jongup’s part.
“It wasn’t supposed to be you…” Himchan spoke finally and the suddenness of it caused Jongup to jolt but it wasn’t as though he could look to the man because he still had that wretched blindfold over his eyes. “They were supposed to take someone else…and it should have been someone else here…not you, Jonguppie…”
That alone was enough to shatter his heart completely. Himchan had known all along who Jongup was and who he associated with and he had known that if he got close, it would be possible to get the information to take out his gang and…he had been used.
Jongup sniffled and tried to pretend that he wasn’t crying and the cloth thankfully was absorbing any tears that might fall past his eyes.
Jongup never wanted to be called that again.
“Please don’t cry, baby…it just makes this harder on me.” Himchan explained as he moved forward, his fingers sliding along Jongup’s strong jawline. That only lasted a moment before Jongup spit in the direction he imagined Himchan’s face would be. “God dammit.” Himchan spat out, wiping his face of his lover’s saliva and he pulled his hand away quickly, watching how Jongup tensed and prepared for another strike.
When another came, Jongup counted his blessings and tried to calm himself, getting his breathing in check and all. By the time that he accomplished that, Himchan let himself out of the cell, no longer able to stand looking at his lover who wouldn’t cooperate at all.
There was so much that Jongup wanted to say to the man before him, so much that he felt should be said, but he was betrayed and it was only right for Himchan to say something first…even if it hurt him to be within meters of his once-lover and not be held. Not that it seemed that Himchan wanted to hold him in the first place, but still…
“Jongup, please…” The tone of Himchan’s voice this time around was broken, nearly as broken as Jongup’s and he no longer seemed to possess the strength to torture Jongup anymore-which the younger man was grateful for and also fearful of. Did that mean that soon someone else would come in and try to get him to speak? Or did that mean that he was no longer of use and he’d be ended? “Just tell me…tell me and I’ll convince them to let you go.”
Jongup shook his head and bit his dry and cracked lip, blood caked on it from multiple wounds and the few lacerations on his cheeks that had dripped blood down to his lips. All of which was caused by the man in front of him, the one he had once trusted with his life. “I won’t…you’ll have to kill me.”
Jongup doesn’t know why he uttered those words when he was so afraid of dying now. Or maybe he wasn’t afraid of dying. He was just so exhausted. The pain that racked his body had become unbearable and it was difficult not to feel anger towards the man he had once considered to be his lover, someone he had genuinely trusted with all that he was.
“I don’t want to do this, Jongup.” Himchan stated and it jolted Jongup from his thoughts. Himchan had entered the room minutes ago and had not said a word. Jongup had fallen back to the restless sleep that he was allowed in between Himchan’s visits.
“Then…don’t.” Jongup breathed through chapped lips. Any attempt to moisten them would just cause him more pain.
Himchan let out a growl like noise that was reminiscent of the sounds the man would make when he was pushing into Jongup from behind, his body laid out over Jongup’s in a sensual press of skin and despite all the sweat that would slick their forms, Jongup would always take pleasure from it. Right now, it just made him sick to his stomach even though there was nothing in it.
“You know that I have no choice. Tell me where Blackman is hiding, Jongup.” Jongup shook his head and never would have been able to prepare him for the slice of a blade along his abdomen, the muscles clenching and only serving to make it worse. “Come on, baby, just tell me and I can stop.”
It was already too late. The moment that he had been hit, Jongup had resigned himself to whatever punishment and torture that he was given for not giving up the information that they so desperately wanted. Jongup wasn’t like Himchan; he wouldn’t betray his friends.
When Jongup didn’t offer up an answer, Himchan drew the blade down Jongup’s abdomen again and it caused the man to hiss out in pain as the first had been too much of a shock for him to respond. Yet, still no response and Himchan had no other choice but to continue. The third laceration occurred over Jongup’s sternum and this one caused him to cry out. His knuckles turned white after he wrapped his fingers around the chains that held him up, trying to find some leverage to ease him through this torture that he felt was only just starting.
Twenty minutes later and there were more cuts on Jongup’s body than Himchan would have ever imagined himself possible of giving. The blade dripped with his lover’s blood and the soft cries from the man he had once done anything to please only sickened him more. Without any warning, his stomach heaved up any contents that had been there onto the concrete floor.
Jongup gasped in between the soft crying.
“I’m sorry…” Himchan murmured just before he fled the cell, no longer able to bare looking at his lover in that position any longer.
Jongup was left to bleed. Thankfully, because of the shallowness of all the cuts, none of them caused major blood loss but he did definitely feel a lot weaker than he had twenty minutes prior.
“God dammit, Jongup!” Himchan stepped up to the man he had fallen for. Without warning, he ripped the blindfold from the man’s eyes, revealing the dim cell that he had been residing in for nearly a week.
Jongup had to blink multiple times to focus on anything after being blindfolded for days. The first thing he came into sight with was Himchan’s paler than usual complexion, the sad and desperate look in his eye and the pleading that resided there.
The man cupped Jongup’s chin and made sure that their gazes stayed locked. “Don’t say shit like that. When you do…you give me no choice.”
Now that Jongup could see, he could feel some of his fight coming back even though it would do him no good. He was tied up and he wouldn’t be going anywhere. “No choice?! I give you no choice?! You had a choice! You never had to play me, you never had to fuck me and you never had to use me! You bastard!” Jongup was breathing heavily and his heart was racing, his knuckles white as he gripped the chain and Himchan had only grown more sad by the time his lover stopped speaking.
“I’m going to have to kill you, baby…” He released Jongup’s chin and slowly stepped back.
Silence fell for a long moment before Jongup went completely lax in the chains, his chin hitting his chest as he looked to the ground when tears filled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“Stop, stop, stop!” Jongup cried out desperately. The pain that was cascading through him was almost too much to bear. With the food and water deprivation, the lack of any proper rest and the constant regiments of pain, Jongup felt the pain cut through everything else.
Himchan drew the hickory switch over Jongup’s upper thighs, across the back of them, repeatedly, never halting until Jongup would give up the information that he had. The pants that he had worn were torn to shred and just barely covered anything. At the pleading to stop, he finally did. Tears were pooled in his eyes as he couldn’t become strong enough to endure giving these torturous punishments.
“Are you ready to tell me?” Himchan asked as he circled his chained and captive lover, standing before him and tossing the switch to the side. Jongup shook his head quickly, sobbing openly and let out another cry when Himchan hit him across the cheek again. “Tell me!”
When no answer came, Himchan resumed the punishment, this time marring Jongup’s back as heavily as he could with the switch, hating every cry of pain that the man gave. Blood was spraying everywhere. Skin was splitting and the nauseating act of what he was doing was tearing Himchan’s stomach to shreds. But he had no choice and this was going to continue until he had something.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Himchan growled out with annoyance and Jongup flinched. Any other time that Himchan made that noise of frustration, pain followed. “If you just tell me where they’re hiding at, then I can get you out of here! You just have to give me something to tell them!”
Jongup shook his head. He stopped giving a verbal refusal days ago as it only served to make Himchan angrier.
“Jongup…” The younger man looked up at the soft utterance of his name, hearing the broken tone with which it was spoken with and without the blindfold obstructing his view, he could see the tears in his ex-lover’s eyes and it broke his heart for the thousandth time since he’s been there. “Please…please, just give me something. If not where they are, then what they planned, how many of you are there, what their names are, anything!”
Jongup felt compelled to reach out for the older man, the first time since being here and he was glad that he was tied up. “Himchan…hyungie, you know I won’t. I love them and I can’t betray them like that.”
A soft sob echoed in the cell and for the first time, it wasn’t Jongup. It was Himchan. The man couldn’t take this any longer. He had tortured his lover, he had starved him, he had scarred him in ways that he never thought a perfect physique could be marked…and he had nothing to show for it.
“Hyungie…” Jongup whispered, feeling more helpless than ever as he watched Himchan begin to struggle for breath in between the sobs, his wide eyes shutting tight and his hand covering his mouth to try and stop the sound escaping his mouth, broken and ugly. “Himchan, please…”
At the soft plea, the elder man suddenly looked up and the purpose in his eyes scared Jongup and he tensed in response. He had no idea what was going through his lover’s mind like he had once been able to-or maybe he had never been able to tell and it had all been a ruse. He sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case because he doesn’t think he could take that on top of everything else that he had endured.
It mattered not as Himchan stalked forward with those long powerful thighs-that had held Jongup up against the wall once, making love to him and telling him that he must be quiet, that anyone could look down the alley and see what they were doing, see how he was moaning for his hyungie’s cock and he would hate to be caught like that-until he was hardly a hair’s breadth away from the man he had proclaimed his love to. Those hands-that touched him tenderly when they made love, stroking every dip in his body, caressing along muscle and smooth skin before gripping firmly but never painfully, keeping him in place as the thrusts would strike into him with such precision that Jongup would have no choice but to cry out to the heavens and plea for more and for it to stop because it was always blissfully too much-wrapped around Jongup’s wrist only after dipping into his pocket. Himchan parted his lips-lips that brought more pleasure than Jongup had ever thought possible and always made him scream out with the simplest of strokes, be it against his entrance or his length or just his body, but especially when they were against his own lips…that was heaven-and spoke in a soft tone that sent shivers down Jongup’s spine, “I’m sorry.”
Jongup cried out as his wrists were released from the chains and he would have collapsed to the floor if not for Himchan quickly enveloping him and pulling him to his broad chest. His legs were too weak and tired after being chained up to support himself and so he was still at Himchan’s mercy even though he was no longer tied up. Wounds on his back were reopened by the movement, blood having simply dried and caked on his skin now cracking and even then, Himchan kept his arms around him.
“Baby…I’m so sorry…” Himchan repeated as he carefully cupped his lover’s cheek. This time, Jongup didn’t spit in his face. This time, he simply stared. He stared until he felt tears forming in his eyes and he could no longer keep them open. He ended up blinking them away but as he had gone to do so, Himchan’s lips were suddenly against his. All restraint left Jongup in the sense that he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t think. Now that Himchan’s lips were against his despite how dry and broken his own lips were, it was sweet and everything he didn’t even know he had been in need of this whole time.
Next Part
Any italicized part is a flashback, for reference.
And don't worry, much self-hatred is taking place..
The muscles in his arms no longer burned; they now ached and had become a dull throbbing that was easily ignored. His bare feet dragged across the concrete floor that had a light film of water like substance that caught between his toes and made him feel gross-though that had not even been a problem in the days that he had been in this situation. His voice echoed when he spoke and even his breath carried a bit before dying out. There was a faint dripping sound somewhere off in a corner and he could hear the faint scurrying of rats.
It was like a movie and he’d be entertained if not for the fact that he was chained up with his arms above his head, wrists cuffed and hanging from the ceiling. His wrists were already bloody and scarred, bruised to the bone and almost unsalvageable. His shirt had been removed but at least there were no elements for him to be exposed to. It honestly didn’t make things any easier, especially not when he couldn’t see a damn thing with a cloth around his eyes.
A large metal door squeaked open before slamming shut. There had only been one visitor the entire time that he’d been tied up and he’d been the only man to come into the room.
Upon opening his eyes, he knew that something was wrong immediately. He knew that shit had hit the fan and he was probably going to die real soon. He’d come to peace with that long ago, but that didn’t mean that it made it any easier to accept once it stared you in the face.
He began to struggle immediately, the clunking of chains hitting one another as he tried to get a grip and pull his arms free, feet barely touching the floor and so giving him hardly any leverage. Adrenaline pulsed through him, making his heart begin to race, his muscles prepare for exertion and there was already perspiration on his skin. He couldn’t see a damn thing and that probably made it all the more worse. Not seeing mean he had no idea of what might be coming for him.
He already knew what had happened. There had been a raid on one of their temporary hideouts and In his attempt to get the youngest to safety, he’d been caught. Blackman hardly could be angry with him as the youngest was his favorite, though they all assumed that there was something more between the two of them but that wasn’t something that was up for debate or discussion unless you wanted to get popped.
“Stop.” A deep voice echoed from across the room and he knew exactly who had spoken. He may have stopped immediately, but it wasn’t voluntary. Even though adrenaline was still pulsing through his system, it felt as though his heart had stopped, as though it had plummeted straight to him stomach to be burned in the acid that resided there.
“No…” He whispered, completely shocked and unable to believe what this meant for him-for them.
There was a soft grunt from the other man as he, presumably, pushed himself from the floor. There was a moment of clothing rustling and shoes scuffling the floor before he could practically feel the man before him. His breath only stopped further.
“Himchan…” He breathed out almost brokenly. Now that they were closer, he could smell the cologne that the man wore. He knew that scent intimately. There were days when his bed would smell like it, his house, his clothing, all of it would be drenched in the musky, manly scent that Himchan wore.
Before even another breath could be taken, the back of a hand came down sharply against Jongup’s cheek and the whimper he let out went against everything that he was trained. He wasn’t supposed to give into the pain, wasn’t supposed to make it obvious that he was hurt-especially not by something that miniscule. But this…this hurt.
“Don’t say my name.” The voice that would usually speak to him for hours on end on the phone, in bed, on the roof, in the car, anywhere that they might happen to find privacy. Never had he actually been disgusted to hear that voice who had moaned his name many upon an occasion. This wasn’t right.
The sound of the door shutting and the soft sounds of sneakers scuffling across the floor gave clue as to who it was even if Jongup had previously doubted it.
“H-hyung….please, please…you don’t have to do this.” The young man muttered as powerfully as he could, though being without water or food for days had left his mouth dry and his lips parched, making speech near impossible.
There was no response.
The blond man only cried out brokenly. He had lost all optimism.
Fear had long since disappeared. He had only been afraid within the first day or two and so now stewed in hopelessness.
“Please…”
And he begged. There was much begging even if he had been told to never beg for his life. It was against the code and he’d never gone against the code before. He never had an opportunity to go against the code. The boss would be so angry with him…
“Stop.” The deep, harsh voice of someone that he had once considered a friend snapped finally and it was the first time in days that he’d heard anything other than his own voice or sobbing.
“Hyung, stop this! Please…I-I’ll give you anything.” He was desperate.
“Tell me the hideout and Blackman’s plan to wipe out my boss.”
Never should it have turned out like this. “You…y-you know I c-can’t do that, Himchan…”
“Tell me what you know!” Himchan shouted angrily, another hand coming down across Jongup’s face and it was probably the thousandth since he had been captured the previous day.
“I won’t!”
“Fucking hell, Jongup!” Himchan cried out in frustration and it broke Jongup’s heart further to hear his ex-lover to be so frustrated and angry with him when this wasn’t either of their faults.
Jongup swallowed thickly past the lump that had formed in his throat and closed his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He needed to know this because it was hurting so much to think that Himchan had been playing him all along, just to get close to him-even if that didn’t make complete sense given the situation that he was in.
Silence followed his question and Jongup would have believed that Himchan had left if not for the absence of the door sounding and the soft scuffling noise of Himchan’s shoes on the dirty floor. It was minutes before any sounds other than the breathing of the two men-labored on Jongup’s part.
“It wasn’t supposed to be you…” Himchan spoke finally and the suddenness of it caused Jongup to jolt but it wasn’t as though he could look to the man because he still had that wretched blindfold over his eyes. “They were supposed to take someone else…and it should have been someone else here…not you, Jonguppie…”
That alone was enough to shatter his heart completely. Himchan had known all along who Jongup was and who he associated with and he had known that if he got close, it would be possible to get the information to take out his gang and…he had been used.
Jongup sniffled and tried to pretend that he wasn’t crying and the cloth thankfully was absorbing any tears that might fall past his eyes.
Jongup never wanted to be called that again.
“Please don’t cry, baby…it just makes this harder on me.” Himchan explained as he moved forward, his fingers sliding along Jongup’s strong jawline. That only lasted a moment before Jongup spit in the direction he imagined Himchan’s face would be. “God dammit.” Himchan spat out, wiping his face of his lover’s saliva and he pulled his hand away quickly, watching how Jongup tensed and prepared for another strike.
When another came, Jongup counted his blessings and tried to calm himself, getting his breathing in check and all. By the time that he accomplished that, Himchan let himself out of the cell, no longer able to stand looking at his lover who wouldn’t cooperate at all.
There was so much that Jongup wanted to say to the man before him, so much that he felt should be said, but he was betrayed and it was only right for Himchan to say something first…even if it hurt him to be within meters of his once-lover and not be held. Not that it seemed that Himchan wanted to hold him in the first place, but still…
“Jongup, please…” The tone of Himchan’s voice this time around was broken, nearly as broken as Jongup’s and he no longer seemed to possess the strength to torture Jongup anymore-which the younger man was grateful for and also fearful of. Did that mean that soon someone else would come in and try to get him to speak? Or did that mean that he was no longer of use and he’d be ended? “Just tell me…tell me and I’ll convince them to let you go.”
Jongup shook his head and bit his dry and cracked lip, blood caked on it from multiple wounds and the few lacerations on his cheeks that had dripped blood down to his lips. All of which was caused by the man in front of him, the one he had once trusted with his life. “I won’t…you’ll have to kill me.”
Jongup doesn’t know why he uttered those words when he was so afraid of dying now. Or maybe he wasn’t afraid of dying. He was just so exhausted. The pain that racked his body had become unbearable and it was difficult not to feel anger towards the man he had once considered to be his lover, someone he had genuinely trusted with all that he was.
“I don’t want to do this, Jongup.” Himchan stated and it jolted Jongup from his thoughts. Himchan had entered the room minutes ago and had not said a word. Jongup had fallen back to the restless sleep that he was allowed in between Himchan’s visits.
“Then…don’t.” Jongup breathed through chapped lips. Any attempt to moisten them would just cause him more pain.
Himchan let out a growl like noise that was reminiscent of the sounds the man would make when he was pushing into Jongup from behind, his body laid out over Jongup’s in a sensual press of skin and despite all the sweat that would slick their forms, Jongup would always take pleasure from it. Right now, it just made him sick to his stomach even though there was nothing in it.
“You know that I have no choice. Tell me where Blackman is hiding, Jongup.” Jongup shook his head and never would have been able to prepare him for the slice of a blade along his abdomen, the muscles clenching and only serving to make it worse. “Come on, baby, just tell me and I can stop.”
It was already too late. The moment that he had been hit, Jongup had resigned himself to whatever punishment and torture that he was given for not giving up the information that they so desperately wanted. Jongup wasn’t like Himchan; he wouldn’t betray his friends.
When Jongup didn’t offer up an answer, Himchan drew the blade down Jongup’s abdomen again and it caused the man to hiss out in pain as the first had been too much of a shock for him to respond. Yet, still no response and Himchan had no other choice but to continue. The third laceration occurred over Jongup’s sternum and this one caused him to cry out. His knuckles turned white after he wrapped his fingers around the chains that held him up, trying to find some leverage to ease him through this torture that he felt was only just starting.
Twenty minutes later and there were more cuts on Jongup’s body than Himchan would have ever imagined himself possible of giving. The blade dripped with his lover’s blood and the soft cries from the man he had once done anything to please only sickened him more. Without any warning, his stomach heaved up any contents that had been there onto the concrete floor.
Jongup gasped in between the soft crying.
“I’m sorry…” Himchan murmured just before he fled the cell, no longer able to bare looking at his lover in that position any longer.
Jongup was left to bleed. Thankfully, because of the shallowness of all the cuts, none of them caused major blood loss but he did definitely feel a lot weaker than he had twenty minutes prior.
“God dammit, Jongup!” Himchan stepped up to the man he had fallen for. Without warning, he ripped the blindfold from the man’s eyes, revealing the dim cell that he had been residing in for nearly a week.
Jongup had to blink multiple times to focus on anything after being blindfolded for days. The first thing he came into sight with was Himchan’s paler than usual complexion, the sad and desperate look in his eye and the pleading that resided there.
The man cupped Jongup’s chin and made sure that their gazes stayed locked. “Don’t say shit like that. When you do…you give me no choice.”
Now that Jongup could see, he could feel some of his fight coming back even though it would do him no good. He was tied up and he wouldn’t be going anywhere. “No choice?! I give you no choice?! You had a choice! You never had to play me, you never had to fuck me and you never had to use me! You bastard!” Jongup was breathing heavily and his heart was racing, his knuckles white as he gripped the chain and Himchan had only grown more sad by the time his lover stopped speaking.
“I’m going to have to kill you, baby…” He released Jongup’s chin and slowly stepped back.
Silence fell for a long moment before Jongup went completely lax in the chains, his chin hitting his chest as he looked to the ground when tears filled his eyes. “Don’t call me that.”
“Stop, stop, stop!” Jongup cried out desperately. The pain that was cascading through him was almost too much to bear. With the food and water deprivation, the lack of any proper rest and the constant regiments of pain, Jongup felt the pain cut through everything else.
Himchan drew the hickory switch over Jongup’s upper thighs, across the back of them, repeatedly, never halting until Jongup would give up the information that he had. The pants that he had worn were torn to shred and just barely covered anything. At the pleading to stop, he finally did. Tears were pooled in his eyes as he couldn’t become strong enough to endure giving these torturous punishments.
“Are you ready to tell me?” Himchan asked as he circled his chained and captive lover, standing before him and tossing the switch to the side. Jongup shook his head quickly, sobbing openly and let out another cry when Himchan hit him across the cheek again. “Tell me!”
When no answer came, Himchan resumed the punishment, this time marring Jongup’s back as heavily as he could with the switch, hating every cry of pain that the man gave. Blood was spraying everywhere. Skin was splitting and the nauseating act of what he was doing was tearing Himchan’s stomach to shreds. But he had no choice and this was going to continue until he had something.
“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Himchan growled out with annoyance and Jongup flinched. Any other time that Himchan made that noise of frustration, pain followed. “If you just tell me where they’re hiding at, then I can get you out of here! You just have to give me something to tell them!”
Jongup shook his head. He stopped giving a verbal refusal days ago as it only served to make Himchan angrier.
“Jongup…” The younger man looked up at the soft utterance of his name, hearing the broken tone with which it was spoken with and without the blindfold obstructing his view, he could see the tears in his ex-lover’s eyes and it broke his heart for the thousandth time since he’s been there. “Please…please, just give me something. If not where they are, then what they planned, how many of you are there, what their names are, anything!”
Jongup felt compelled to reach out for the older man, the first time since being here and he was glad that he was tied up. “Himchan…hyungie, you know I won’t. I love them and I can’t betray them like that.”
A soft sob echoed in the cell and for the first time, it wasn’t Jongup. It was Himchan. The man couldn’t take this any longer. He had tortured his lover, he had starved him, he had scarred him in ways that he never thought a perfect physique could be marked…and he had nothing to show for it.
“Hyungie…” Jongup whispered, feeling more helpless than ever as he watched Himchan begin to struggle for breath in between the sobs, his wide eyes shutting tight and his hand covering his mouth to try and stop the sound escaping his mouth, broken and ugly. “Himchan, please…”
At the soft plea, the elder man suddenly looked up and the purpose in his eyes scared Jongup and he tensed in response. He had no idea what was going through his lover’s mind like he had once been able to-or maybe he had never been able to tell and it had all been a ruse. He sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case because he doesn’t think he could take that on top of everything else that he had endured.
It mattered not as Himchan stalked forward with those long powerful thighs-that had held Jongup up against the wall once, making love to him and telling him that he must be quiet, that anyone could look down the alley and see what they were doing, see how he was moaning for his hyungie’s cock and he would hate to be caught like that-until he was hardly a hair’s breadth away from the man he had proclaimed his love to. Those hands-that touched him tenderly when they made love, stroking every dip in his body, caressing along muscle and smooth skin before gripping firmly but never painfully, keeping him in place as the thrusts would strike into him with such precision that Jongup would have no choice but to cry out to the heavens and plea for more and for it to stop because it was always blissfully too much-wrapped around Jongup’s wrist only after dipping into his pocket. Himchan parted his lips-lips that brought more pleasure than Jongup had ever thought possible and always made him scream out with the simplest of strokes, be it against his entrance or his length or just his body, but especially when they were against his own lips…that was heaven-and spoke in a soft tone that sent shivers down Jongup’s spine, “I’m sorry.”
Jongup cried out as his wrists were released from the chains and he would have collapsed to the floor if not for Himchan quickly enveloping him and pulling him to his broad chest. His legs were too weak and tired after being chained up to support himself and so he was still at Himchan’s mercy even though he was no longer tied up. Wounds on his back were reopened by the movement, blood having simply dried and caked on his skin now cracking and even then, Himchan kept his arms around him.
“Baby…I’m so sorry…” Himchan repeated as he carefully cupped his lover’s cheek. This time, Jongup didn’t spit in his face. This time, he simply stared. He stared until he felt tears forming in his eyes and he could no longer keep them open. He ended up blinking them away but as he had gone to do so, Himchan’s lips were suddenly against his. All restraint left Jongup in the sense that he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t think. Now that Himchan’s lips were against his despite how dry and broken his own lips were, it was sweet and everything he didn’t even know he had been in need of this whole time.
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