TOY
this is the third piece to the whore!geng fics...i plan to leave this as a trilogy (although monica will probably convince me to do more) Comes after Master and Slave and is probably the most smuttiest of all. ♥
/omo ITS SO LONG o.O
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TOY
There was something about Yesung that made him unable to turn down a challenge, especially not one from his dongsaeng. So when Kyuhyun had claimed no one could top Hankyung, the whore he worked his arse off to be able to see, Yesung just laughed. Yesung was known for playing it rough and hard and no one, not even Rella- the fiery redhead whose sadistic tendencies made him Yesung’s favourite- could challenge his position as the dominant one in the arrangements.
He walked towards the door, steps confident and strong, and his other dongsaeng walking besides him. Kyuhyun had been so admanant and sure, had so much confidence in his little bitch, that Yesung knew the younger would never believe him just based on his words. And since it was Donghae’s birthday, Yesung figured this could double as his present, teach him the ways of the world and give him so good old fun, whilst acting as a witness to his conquest. Donghae had been more than eager to accept.
There were candles in the room tonight, only two, but enough to shed light on the man with his head tilted back against the wall and the small figure crouching between his legs. The shadows flickered around them, like demons. The younger boy turned sharply at the click of the closing door, but the older man-this must be Hankyung- simply closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the other man’s hair. Yesung smirked, so this Hankyung was a little different. Good, he hated desperate whores. The eyes flickered open and fixed Donghae with an interested look before settling on him, and a slow smirk spread across those lips. As the man stood up- still hard- Donghae let out a gasp and Yesung felt his cock stir suddenly in desire. Not only did the man possess a very impressive manhood, the legs that carried that perfect body towards them practically begged to be fucked. Yesung couldn’t wait to feel them around his waist.
Yesung was led to the bed, the blonde man seemingly not at all bothered by his nakedness, long legs moving confidently, in what was almost a strut. He chuckled when the other pulled out ropes and bit them seductively. Yesung lets himself be tied up to the bedpost of the huge bed; he has been in this position before, though it was usually the other way around. It was nothing he couldn’t deal with and this man’s assertiveness only turned Yesung on more. His interest was clearly noticed, as the other pressed his palm down firmly and stroked his growing member. He was distracted enough by this beautiful creature but not enough to not notice that the other man had tied Donghae to the other end of the bed, though his hands were secured together, above his head at one point and not outwards to the bedpost like Yesung. Donghae had a look of uncertainty and anticipation as he knelt on the end of the bed. Watching as the blonde man teased his hyung, whilst receiving no touch himself.
Hankyung pulled his pants down in one go and ran gentle, practiced fingers up and down his length, before cupping his balls and squeezing. Hard enough to hurt; the way Yesung liked it. Before long there were teeth marks all over his torso and his neck and he was uncomfortably throbbing at every small touch. He was frustrated that this Hankyung had brought him so close so fast and growled instead at the other man, who has yet to move, watching Donghae’s growing erection with dark eyes. “Do something will you? You can’t leave him hanging there like that!” He regretted it almost immediately, because even though he didn’t know what he had just done, there was now a wicked glint in the other boy’s eyes. He found out the hard way when the blonde man stopped his minstrations just as Yesung was about to come in those skilled hands. The warmth, the touch was gone and all he was left with was the aching heat.
There must’ve been something in Hankyung’s expression, because Donghae’s eyes widened as the blonde man turned to him. The kiss they shared was languid and slow, sensual but not forceful; the complete opposite to the ones he shared with Yesung, all teeth and tongue. Hankyung did not speed up, not even when he slipped a tongue into Donghae’s mouth, taking advantage of the boy’s gasp when fingers had trailed down to the bulge in his pants. Fingers fiddles idlely, taking their time to undo the button and slide down the zip, but then Hankyung went from sucking at Donghae’s neck to deepthroating him in the blink of an eye and the strangled croak Donghae let out sent shivers of pleasure down Yesung’s spine. Now that Hankyung was working on Donghae, he fully expected the other boy to come to him, but when the boy finally moved, it was towards his dongsaeng, sliding hands up and down his torso whilst Hankyung worked. It wouldn’t have been more than a couple of times, before Hankyung pulled back.
Yesung felt a tingle of trepedition as Hankyung sprawls himself wantonly across the bed- Yesung had never realized how unnaturally long it was- between Yesung and Donghae, humming as the other boy unzipped his leather pants with his teeth. No boxers. As soon as his member was free, Hankyung sprung up with a dancer's flexibility and then it was the boy lying underneath now, clutching at the sheets as his thin wrists were pinned by one of Hankyung’s hands, the other of which was quickly shedding the boy’s pants. Yesung watched breathless as the blonde man ran hands along smooth thighs and pressed a kiss to plump lips and entered him without a warning. It earned a scream from the younger, the pleasure clear in his voice; this was how he like to be taken. The rocked together, loud moans spilling from the younger man’s lips. Yet just before he could come, Hankyung pulled out of him, earning a chocking gasp followed by giggles. This boy clearly had his kinks, kinks that Hankyung was clearly happy to indulge him in.
Hankyung went back to Donghae, still tied up and the ache of need written all over his face. Hankyung moved closer, till they were chest to chest and their members rubbing together. Donghae was hissing in pain and need by now, and when Hankyung pumped their members together in one hand, whilst fingering him with the other, Donghae came almost immediately. Yet the blonde man didn’t stop, his mouth and tongue never stopping, sucking and licking his way down Donghae’s abs and tracing patterns on the insides of muscled thighs, fingers never stopping their movement inside him either, until he was rock hard again. Hankyung slid down Donghae’s body until he was lying on his back, long legs sprawled in a way that was irresistibly sensual, Donghae straddling him. Despite the fact that clearly Donghae wouldn’t have cared less if Hankyung just rammed straight into him right now, the blonde man was still exceedingly gentle, slowly easing Donghae down on his member. Yesung was so hard and bursting that there were pinpoints of light behind his eyes and he was sucking in ragged breath. Yet he still understood that Donghae was being tortured too. Even though they were touching-fuck he had that enormous penis inside of him- the slow speed at which Hankyung moved would be enough to drive anyone insane. That coupled with the way Hankyung was moving his hips, soft rolls mixed with sharp thrusts, had Donghae riding him-pushing down hard just to get more- his eyes rolling back, mouth parted as moans and yells escaped from bitten lips. Hankyung seemed to be able to control Donghae and his desire because it seemed like hours later (though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes) that Hankyung finally finished Donghae off with a thrust that had him arcing upwards at an impossible angle and Donghae screaming in mindless ecstasy.
Yesung hadn’t even realized he was sobbing by this point, until Hankyung had turned and smiled, the gentleness he had with Donghae gone without a trace. He almost came straight then and there when a hand grasped his swollen member, but the hand clenched tight at the tip, thumb pressing down on the slit. So it was with the other boy’s hand around his cock, that he watched Hankyung strip-slowly, slower than he had fucked Donghae-in front of him. “I would introduce myself, but I know you know about me. This sexy little minx here…is Sungmin.” Yesung wasn’t even sure if he was hearing things properly by this stage and simply nodded. This answer seems to satisfy Hankyung, because when the blonde man yanks Yesung up by the hair, he finds that he is free, only that this freedom involves him being shoved until he was on all fours. The boy, Sungmin lies near the end of the bed, his hand bound, not by ropes or handcuffs, but trapped between Donghae’s thighs as the exhausted boy hang heavily from his bindings.
Sungmin’s eyes sparkle even though he must be in pain too from the previous unfinished sex; brought to the edge and left there without a push. He spreads his legs slowly, opening them up to Yesung, who wanted nothing more to pound into that hole and escape this insanity. But there are firm hands gripping him in place and Yesung doesn’t even remember what his sadistic tendencies are, because surely there was nothing crueler than this. Then there’s pain, a different sort of pain, sharper, more stinging and Yesung blinks through his tears and the dimmer room to see one of the candles now extinguished, the wax flowing and pooling at his navel, until he’s squirming and yelling and begging for it to stop. It helps him forget about his other pain though. If only for a moment. Then he’s being moved like a puppet, shifted forwards until he is leaning over Sungmin, the tip of his pulsating member a mere inch away from the tight warm cavern that would bring him release. Yet still Hankyung held him in place.
“Listen hotshot, I sleep with whoever I want, whenever I want. I decide the how and the when, and if you want it….you’ll have to beg for it” By now, when the escape is so fucking close, Yesung was ready to sell his soul, because he swears he will be dead soon if he doesn’t get fucked right now. “please…Hankyung..please, fuck me…pleaseeee……..Master” Yesung has heard about this from Kyuhyun and then he’s not thinking about Kyuhyun anymore, not about anything anymore, because there is something long and hard being shoved into him. The intense pain and pleasure shortwires his brain followed by a tight heat that sparked and licked up his spine, as he is almost simultaneously shoved into Sungmin beneath him. The sudden overload of contact after being deprived for so long finally breaks him and he releases himself after only a few thrusts. Yet Hankyung doesn’t even pause as he feels the body beneath him shake through its high, pounding into him just as hard, just as fast, and neither does Sungmin, who is sucking him in, the muscles contracting around his cock, which was already reacting to the movements. Hankyung let go off his hips and gripped Sungmin’s thighs instead as Sungmin wrapped his legs around Yesung to reach the other man. There was a soft cry and he looks up to see that Sungmin’s hands weren’t trapped between Donghae’s legs anymore, they were wrapped around his member and was stroking it to the rhythm of Hankyung’s thrusts. They were fucking the life out of each other, riding on the high of their twisted games, only they weren’t, because Yesung was still stuck between them. Yet they fucked like he wasn’t there, fucked through him, hot pants at his ear and indecent moans against his cheek. It burns and sparks and feels so good that he doesn’t even remember his own fucking name. Hankyung tells him though, a dark snarl, “you’re not my slave, bitch…you’re just a toy” and buries himself even deeper. After what seemed like an eternity, the hard vibration of the two bodies pressed tight around him as they rode out their orgasm together, was enough to sent Yesung over the edge again.
Yesung remembers lying panting on the floor afterwards, because he was simply too exhausted and drained to move. Donghae was no better, his body still quivering from his latest orgasmic high. Hankyung and Sungmin ignored them, lounging on the bed, exchanging lazy kisses. Even from here, Yesung can see the angry red marks on Sungmin’s soft thighs and so does Sungmin, only he grins at the sight of them and moves Hankyung’s hands back and covers them as the blonde man alternates between rubbing at them and pressing harder.
Yesung doesn’t say anything as he leaves, the bleeding raw wrists a light warning to those who challenges the Master.
/omo ITS SO LONG o.O
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TOY
There was something about Yesung that made him unable to turn down a challenge, especially not one from his dongsaeng. So when Kyuhyun had claimed no one could top Hankyung, the whore he worked his arse off to be able to see, Yesung just laughed. Yesung was known for playing it rough and hard and no one, not even Rella- the fiery redhead whose sadistic tendencies made him Yesung’s favourite- could challenge his position as the dominant one in the arrangements.
He walked towards the door, steps confident and strong, and his other dongsaeng walking besides him. Kyuhyun had been so admanant and sure, had so much confidence in his little bitch, that Yesung knew the younger would never believe him just based on his words. And since it was Donghae’s birthday, Yesung figured this could double as his present, teach him the ways of the world and give him so good old fun, whilst acting as a witness to his conquest. Donghae had been more than eager to accept.
There were candles in the room tonight, only two, but enough to shed light on the man with his head tilted back against the wall and the small figure crouching between his legs. The shadows flickered around them, like demons. The younger boy turned sharply at the click of the closing door, but the older man-this must be Hankyung- simply closed his eyes and tightened his grip on the other man’s hair. Yesung smirked, so this Hankyung was a little different. Good, he hated desperate whores. The eyes flickered open and fixed Donghae with an interested look before settling on him, and a slow smirk spread across those lips. As the man stood up- still hard- Donghae let out a gasp and Yesung felt his cock stir suddenly in desire. Not only did the man possess a very impressive manhood, the legs that carried that perfect body towards them practically begged to be fucked. Yesung couldn’t wait to feel them around his waist.
Yesung was led to the bed, the blonde man seemingly not at all bothered by his nakedness, long legs moving confidently, in what was almost a strut. He chuckled when the other pulled out ropes and bit them seductively. Yesung lets himself be tied up to the bedpost of the huge bed; he has been in this position before, though it was usually the other way around. It was nothing he couldn’t deal with and this man’s assertiveness only turned Yesung on more. His interest was clearly noticed, as the other pressed his palm down firmly and stroked his growing member. He was distracted enough by this beautiful creature but not enough to not notice that the other man had tied Donghae to the other end of the bed, though his hands were secured together, above his head at one point and not outwards to the bedpost like Yesung. Donghae had a look of uncertainty and anticipation as he knelt on the end of the bed. Watching as the blonde man teased his hyung, whilst receiving no touch himself.
Hankyung pulled his pants down in one go and ran gentle, practiced fingers up and down his length, before cupping his balls and squeezing. Hard enough to hurt; the way Yesung liked it. Before long there were teeth marks all over his torso and his neck and he was uncomfortably throbbing at every small touch. He was frustrated that this Hankyung had brought him so close so fast and growled instead at the other man, who has yet to move, watching Donghae’s growing erection with dark eyes. “Do something will you? You can’t leave him hanging there like that!” He regretted it almost immediately, because even though he didn’t know what he had just done, there was now a wicked glint in the other boy’s eyes. He found out the hard way when the blonde man stopped his minstrations just as Yesung was about to come in those skilled hands. The warmth, the touch was gone and all he was left with was the aching heat.
There must’ve been something in Hankyung’s expression, because Donghae’s eyes widened as the blonde man turned to him. The kiss they shared was languid and slow, sensual but not forceful; the complete opposite to the ones he shared with Yesung, all teeth and tongue. Hankyung did not speed up, not even when he slipped a tongue into Donghae’s mouth, taking advantage of the boy’s gasp when fingers had trailed down to the bulge in his pants. Fingers fiddles idlely, taking their time to undo the button and slide down the zip, but then Hankyung went from sucking at Donghae’s neck to deepthroating him in the blink of an eye and the strangled croak Donghae let out sent shivers of pleasure down Yesung’s spine. Now that Hankyung was working on Donghae, he fully expected the other boy to come to him, but when the boy finally moved, it was towards his dongsaeng, sliding hands up and down his torso whilst Hankyung worked. It wouldn’t have been more than a couple of times, before Hankyung pulled back.
Yesung felt a tingle of trepedition as Hankyung sprawls himself wantonly across the bed- Yesung had never realized how unnaturally long it was- between Yesung and Donghae, humming as the other boy unzipped his leather pants with his teeth. No boxers. As soon as his member was free, Hankyung sprung up with a dancer's flexibility and then it was the boy lying underneath now, clutching at the sheets as his thin wrists were pinned by one of Hankyung’s hands, the other of which was quickly shedding the boy’s pants. Yesung watched breathless as the blonde man ran hands along smooth thighs and pressed a kiss to plump lips and entered him without a warning. It earned a scream from the younger, the pleasure clear in his voice; this was how he like to be taken. The rocked together, loud moans spilling from the younger man’s lips. Yet just before he could come, Hankyung pulled out of him, earning a chocking gasp followed by giggles. This boy clearly had his kinks, kinks that Hankyung was clearly happy to indulge him in.
Hankyung went back to Donghae, still tied up and the ache of need written all over his face. Hankyung moved closer, till they were chest to chest and their members rubbing together. Donghae was hissing in pain and need by now, and when Hankyung pumped their members together in one hand, whilst fingering him with the other, Donghae came almost immediately. Yet the blonde man didn’t stop, his mouth and tongue never stopping, sucking and licking his way down Donghae’s abs and tracing patterns on the insides of muscled thighs, fingers never stopping their movement inside him either, until he was rock hard again. Hankyung slid down Donghae’s body until he was lying on his back, long legs sprawled in a way that was irresistibly sensual, Donghae straddling him. Despite the fact that clearly Donghae wouldn’t have cared less if Hankyung just rammed straight into him right now, the blonde man was still exceedingly gentle, slowly easing Donghae down on his member. Yesung was so hard and bursting that there were pinpoints of light behind his eyes and he was sucking in ragged breath. Yet he still understood that Donghae was being tortured too. Even though they were touching-fuck he had that enormous penis inside of him- the slow speed at which Hankyung moved would be enough to drive anyone insane. That coupled with the way Hankyung was moving his hips, soft rolls mixed with sharp thrusts, had Donghae riding him-pushing down hard just to get more- his eyes rolling back, mouth parted as moans and yells escaped from bitten lips. Hankyung seemed to be able to control Donghae and his desire because it seemed like hours later (though it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes) that Hankyung finally finished Donghae off with a thrust that had him arcing upwards at an impossible angle and Donghae screaming in mindless ecstasy.
Yesung hadn’t even realized he was sobbing by this point, until Hankyung had turned and smiled, the gentleness he had with Donghae gone without a trace. He almost came straight then and there when a hand grasped his swollen member, but the hand clenched tight at the tip, thumb pressing down on the slit. So it was with the other boy’s hand around his cock, that he watched Hankyung strip-slowly, slower than he had fucked Donghae-in front of him. “I would introduce myself, but I know you know about me. This sexy little minx here…is Sungmin.” Yesung wasn’t even sure if he was hearing things properly by this stage and simply nodded. This answer seems to satisfy Hankyung, because when the blonde man yanks Yesung up by the hair, he finds that he is free, only that this freedom involves him being shoved until he was on all fours. The boy, Sungmin lies near the end of the bed, his hand bound, not by ropes or handcuffs, but trapped between Donghae’s thighs as the exhausted boy hang heavily from his bindings.
Sungmin’s eyes sparkle even though he must be in pain too from the previous unfinished sex; brought to the edge and left there without a push. He spreads his legs slowly, opening them up to Yesung, who wanted nothing more to pound into that hole and escape this insanity. But there are firm hands gripping him in place and Yesung doesn’t even remember what his sadistic tendencies are, because surely there was nothing crueler than this. Then there’s pain, a different sort of pain, sharper, more stinging and Yesung blinks through his tears and the dimmer room to see one of the candles now extinguished, the wax flowing and pooling at his navel, until he’s squirming and yelling and begging for it to stop. It helps him forget about his other pain though. If only for a moment. Then he’s being moved like a puppet, shifted forwards until he is leaning over Sungmin, the tip of his pulsating member a mere inch away from the tight warm cavern that would bring him release. Yet still Hankyung held him in place.
“Listen hotshot, I sleep with whoever I want, whenever I want. I decide the how and the when, and if you want it….you’ll have to beg for it” By now, when the escape is so fucking close, Yesung was ready to sell his soul, because he swears he will be dead soon if he doesn’t get fucked right now. “please…Hankyung..please, fuck me…pleaseeee……..Master” Yesung has heard about this from Kyuhyun and then he’s not thinking about Kyuhyun anymore, not about anything anymore, because there is something long and hard being shoved into him. The intense pain and pleasure shortwires his brain followed by a tight heat that sparked and licked up his spine, as he is almost simultaneously shoved into Sungmin beneath him. The sudden overload of contact after being deprived for so long finally breaks him and he releases himself after only a few thrusts. Yet Hankyung doesn’t even pause as he feels the body beneath him shake through its high, pounding into him just as hard, just as fast, and neither does Sungmin, who is sucking him in, the muscles contracting around his cock, which was already reacting to the movements. Hankyung let go off his hips and gripped Sungmin’s thighs instead as Sungmin wrapped his legs around Yesung to reach the other man. There was a soft cry and he looks up to see that Sungmin’s hands weren’t trapped between Donghae’s legs anymore, they were wrapped around his member and was stroking it to the rhythm of Hankyung’s thrusts. They were fucking the life out of each other, riding on the high of their twisted games, only they weren’t, because Yesung was still stuck between them. Yet they fucked like he wasn’t there, fucked through him, hot pants at his ear and indecent moans against his cheek. It burns and sparks and feels so good that he doesn’t even remember his own fucking name. Hankyung tells him though, a dark snarl, “you’re not my slave, bitch…you’re just a toy” and buries himself even deeper. After what seemed like an eternity, the hard vibration of the two bodies pressed tight around him as they rode out their orgasm together, was enough to sent Yesung over the edge again.
Yesung remembers lying panting on the floor afterwards, because he was simply too exhausted and drained to move. Donghae was no better, his body still quivering from his latest orgasmic high. Hankyung and Sungmin ignored them, lounging on the bed, exchanging lazy kisses. Even from here, Yesung can see the angry red marks on Sungmin’s soft thighs and so does Sungmin, only he grins at the sight of them and moves Hankyung’s hands back and covers them as the blonde man alternates between rubbing at them and pressing harder.
Yesung doesn’t say anything as he leaves, the bleeding raw wrists a light warning to those who challenges the Master.