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If he could combine his DNA with Haechan’s in order for them to always be part of each other, he would. As a substitute, he settles on his tongue slipping inside and taking, giving, then taking more. Spit mingling and Haechan trying to pull back, naked body on display, before Johnny is off again with a hand in the air, palm flat, and he’s crashing skin against skin. Johnny’s hand against Haechan’s face. "Fucking answer me, slut! I said... Were you looking at him?" He pauses, tattooed hand raised in the still air, and this time Haechan can see it clearly. There are tears in his eyes and he's shaking like he's been wounded, like Haechan wounded him.  He's waiting for a response but Haechan doesn't answer. He’s dazed and his face hurts, and he isn’t sure why he’s being hurt but he doesn’t have time to think or ask why when he feels another violent crash landing on his face. “You. Are. Mine. You do not look at or touch anyone, you don’t even piss without my permission. Do you understand me?”

He doesn’t. But he recoils and shakes his head yes because he doesn’t want to get hit again.

Almost immediately Johnny’s eyes brighten, the charming look of a playful young man taking over as he smiles and starts caressing Haechan, strong hands on soft hair as he’s petted and shushed. “I love you, baby. Don’t cry okay? I promise I'll only hurt you when you hurt me, only when you deserve it.”

“But I didn’t…”

“But you did. You hurt me when you looked at Jaehyun instead of me. It hurt me so bad like you were gutting me from the inside. That’s why I had to take you back here away from them.” His hands are on either side of Haechan’s face as he makes him look up. The touch is gentle. “Puppy didn’t know... You didn’t know how much it would hurt me and you would never try to hurt me, right baby?” His words are soft, soothing, but Haechan doesn’t know what to think because he’s scared and confused. It’s happening too suddenly. He hurt him only moments ago but now Haechan’s head is against Johnny’s chest and he’s running fingers through his hair and kissing his forehead. And it's gentle until he's squeezing his neck. Squeezing and it hurts. Squeezing and Haechan is panicking, trying to force away hands that are too strong, a grip that is too tight, to please please let go.

It’s ineffective and he’s powerless again, small hands doing nothing to relieve the stress and compression on his neck. Johnny’s fingers pressing down, because Haechan didn’t answer him or because he’s still hurt from Haechan’s attention wavering to someone else that isn’t him or because he can.

Johnny can do so many things, he feels like he can do everything and puppy will have to accept it because he’s a toy and he belongs to Johnny now. Fingers bruising as his mouth pacifies soothing him, the boy with tears in his eyes. He already loves his baby, his puppy, so much it hurts but he’s being uncooperative and Johnny can’t have that. He’ll have to train him, discipline him. He has to learn. It’s in Haechan’s best interest. Better Johnny than Daddy or Jaehyun. He shudders considering the alternative for his new toy and for a brief moment wonders about kitten. He should let puppy play with him sooner rather than later. Johnny imagines kitten won’t be in a good mental state and so he resolves to talk to Daddy if Jaehyun refuses a playdate between their toys.

Jaehyun likes to keep them hidden away because it makes them easier to break down and Johnny understands but that would really upset his puppy and it’s too soon for that. Daddy always said there should be limits and Johnny trusts Daddy, but Jaehyun is disturbed that humans have limits at all. He says they can always get more toys if the new ones break and Johnny knows they have broken many times. He has helped make use of the toys that broke and the townspeople said they were delicious, that it tasted like pork or chicken. But Johnny doesn’t want them to break so soon and he knows if kitten is damaged too quickly, it will damage puppy, and that simply cannot happen.

Taeyongie can help too but he’s just a baby and so spoiled by Daddy and the others. Daddy even lets him do stuff like stream and masturbate for money. He’s very popular online and no one even knows what he does outside of blowing kisses and fucking himself. But Johnny knows. Knows that Taeyong is Daddy’s sadistic baby boy who gets carried away and covered in blood before Daddy fucks him onto the couch. He loves to milk Jaehyun and says the red mixed with white is like a strawberry milkshake. Johnny wonders if Haechan likes strawberries, maybe he’ll also like strawberry milkshakes with Taeyong. It has to be Johnny’s though, the first time anyway. He doesn’t want to share his toy and he hopes Daddy won’t make him. He could always convince Daddy, one way or another.

Jungwoo could also help but Johnny thinks he doesn’t really like all of this and he wonders if Daddy will eventually tire of him. It’s not something he can anticipate though because Daddy really has a soft spot for those who are hard to train. Daddy says he's hard to train because he still cries and he knows that Jungwoo doesn't like kidnapping people, but that he does it anyway as part of his training. This is why Daddy touch starves him - because when he waits and fucks Johnny or Jaehyun or Taeyong in front of Jungwoo, when he lets Taeyong sleep in his bed and makes Jungwoo lay in the floor without even a pillow or blanket, that's when Jungwoo really lets Daddy do whatever he wants to his body. Daddy told Johnny to "always holds back until they accept what you give them." Daddy is so good at everything but what he does best is training people to be better by breaking them down.

He broke Johnny down too. And then he rebuilt him.

Johnny thinks that’s exactly what someone like Haechan needs. If he’s lucky, puppy will look at him the same way he looks at Daddy - like he’s capable and inspiring. If he works hard enough there will be stars in Haechan’s eyes for him and if not, he’ll hurt him until he’s on his knees begging for Johnny to show him some kind of softness. That’s what Daddy does to Jungwoo when he’s being disobedient. And that’s what Jaehyun does in general. At least that’s what Johnny imagines. He isn’t always sure what goes on behind that door in that room full of plastic. It takes time but it always works. “Just have to know where to hit.” Daddy says and “Just have to know what spots to press.” Jaehyun says. And Johnny nods because he himself is a good boy.

He looks at Haechan and it’s decided. “I’m going to rebuild you, puppy. I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” He’ll rebuild him to be the perfect pet. The pet that doesn’t look away when they’re touching and who doesn’t become distracted by pretty attractions like Jaehyun or Daddy. It makes Johnny physically sick to think Haechan would turn his attention away from him to someone else. It makes him want to throw up. He was sitting on Johnny's lap, their skin was touching, and he still looked away? The thought of it alone makes Johnny want to vomit and thrash and scream. Haechan’s eyes should only ever be on him. There shouldn’t be anyone else but Johnny in Haechan’s eyes or life. Puppy is his pet, his toy, but he’s already hurting him because he got distracted by an attractive face or attractive voice and it hurts. It hurts so fucking much he could strangle his new toy so he’d never have to feel this way again.

Puppy has to learn. Johnny sighs as he takes Haechan’s neck into his arms embracing, restricting airflow, so Haechan will feel how much he loves him. It’s Haechan’s fault for hurting him and he has to learn.

“Who do you belong to puppy?” Hands still wrapped around delicate skin, pulse throbbing. Johnny thinks Haechan’s heart beating like this means he loves him, that he wouldn’t get excited for Johnny, wouldn’t throb and beat with so much eagerness if he didn’t love him. It makes his heart happy but this pretty boy has to learn to obey and so he holds firm, hands tightening his embrace. The pulse should be strong enough that they'll feel the heartbeat of love beneath fingertips.

There are tears now, ones that accompany his rising heart rate as Johnny chokes and doesn’t let go. Chokes and hurts him. He tries to shake his head because he doesn’t know, because he doesn’t belong to anyone besides himself. But the hands wrapped around his throat are so tight he can’t move. His head hurts and he can’t move and he doesn’t know. He tries to say “I don’t know” but the grip bruises and then he’s gasping, hands reaching up to try and free himself from this boy he would be shy to meet anywhere but here. The boy with the charming smile. The boy whose muscular body doesn’t match his face which now doesn’t match his personality. A paradox in human form.

A sudden release has Haechan coughing and clutching at his neck, slender body writhing on the hard, cold floor as Johnny kneels down beside him. “Since you’re such a stupid slut, I’ll help you. This time. I’ll help you this time, puppy. You are mine. You belong to me. Nod if my pretty baby understands.”

Haechan doesn’t hesitate to nod.  

“I need you to say it for me, puppy. I need to know you understand that you’re mine. And what belongs to me doesn’t belong to anyone else. They don’t turn their attention to anyone else when I’m around. Well, except for Daddy. I have to share with Daddy and you can look at him.”

It had taken Johnny a long time to learn that. In the beginning, he didn’t want to share with anyone, not even Daddy, but after a few hard lessons, he understood that good boys share their toys with their daddy. He learned it’s rude to deny a daddy. Johnny didn’t like getting punished so he learned to behave. But now he has his own baby and now he’s Haechan’s daddy. Except he won’t be calling him Haechan too much, only things like “puppy, baby, slut” and even things like “pretty boy, beautiful” because he is and he should know. Plus whatever else he feels like. Haechan doesn’t deserve a name yet. He has to be a good boy first. A good boy that will say “Yes Daddy” or whatever Johnny wants him to say anytime he fucks into him. His Identification card said that he’s younger than Johnny but that doesn’t really matter here anyway because there are no honorifics for whores and puppies. Even if Haechan were older it wouldn’t matter. If Johnny wants his new toy to call him Daddy or Hyung or anything else, he’ll do it.

“And that’s it. Jaehyun, Taeyong, Jungwoo and your friend, that little slut kitten. You cannot look at them unless I or Daddy tell you to.” He reaches forward now, both hands placed on either side of Haechan’s face. He’s petite in every way and it makes Johnny want to press a little harder on each side, hurt him a little more. “Aren’t you going to nod for me, puppy? Let Master know you understand.”

Haechan whimpers and nods, a thousand thoughts going through his head but none which he can wholly interpret. Something about this one-sided conversation makes Haechan think that Johnny was in his position once until he became whatever this twisted variant is, someone who treats Haechan like he’s a toy that can be shoved around and abused. Someone who thinks it’s okay to choke someone else in order to punish or question. It feels like this should be a nightmare he’ll wake up from but he knows it’s not. It’s not something he can focus on for too long because this paradox of a person said he can’t look at anyone and for the rest, that’s fine. He doesn’t want to look at anyone here. Only… he was also told he can't look at Mark and that causes a souring deep in his stomach, that he won’t be able to look at his best friend when they’re together again. He hopes he can be in the same room tomorrow, knows he’ll have bruises on his neck and maybe other places by then and doesn’t want to get hurt again so he has to obey. He hopes he'll be in the same room as Mark even if he can't look at or talk to him. He also hopes Mark will understand without Haechan having to say anything. Maybe that will be his rule too.

“You have to say it. Say 'Yes Master, I understand.'” His puppy really does need a lot of training. It’s a good thing Johnny has patience.

“Yes Master. I understand.”

“Atta boy, puppy. You’re such a good boy already. I bet you’ll end up getting lots of prizes and treats for being my good puppy.” He speaks like he’s talking to a baby or like Haechan is an animal. “You want a prize now, puppy? Come here. Sit on my lap and I’ll give you a good prize.” Johnny pats black jeans with enthusiastic hands like he’s calling over a puppy and Haechan wonders if he’ll be collared like a dog too. “On all fours. Crawl to me, nice and slow.”

Fuck if the new toy doesn’t make Johnny’s dick ache to be out of his pants and into something tighter and much warmer. He thinks it’s funny when the new toy crawls on all fours like the whore he is, crying and telling Johnny No. Please. Please don’t. Johnny informs him that puppies can’t talk and that his puppy isn’t saying anything at all besides barking and whimpering and being so noisy if they had neighbors they’d complain. He’ll take puppy in every way he can until puppy realizes that dogs can’t talk and anything he “says” isn’t understood by human ears like Johnny’s or Daddy’s or anyone else here. Maybe only kitten can understand him but puppy can’t talk to kitten without permission so it doesn’t matter. He’ll use a muzzle if he has to. Patience is a virtue and Daddy always stressed to marinate the meat so Johnny waits and plays and trains.

"Stick out your tongue like a good puppy and pant for me."

Haechan listens to Johnny almost without faltering once. He really is such a good boy it makes Johnny’s heart warm and his dick hard. He thinks his new toy looks divine as he crawls on all fours, tongue out and panting. Obeying Johnny’s commands in a way that makes him consider how pliable his toy is in other ways. He can hardly wait until his pretty toy is gagging with his mouth wrapped around his member, drool falling onto the floor that he’ll use as lube later in case his new toy is too weak to be taken raw.

He thinks he’s waited long enough when Haechan crawls so close to Johnny slobber falls onto his pants from his puppy’s beautiful mouth. When he’s so close Johnny could reach out and hold that beautiful face as it leaks and leaks onto his pants, with only one layer separating his puppy’s spit and the part of Johnny that will make its way into Haechan’s everything. He decides he’ll be gentle with his new toy and then break it in order to rebuild.

Johnny wants to tell his new toy that he hopes those pretty lips and that pretty mouth will gag on his dick because there’s a certainty he’ll look prettier when his little mouth is stuffed full and tears stain his cheeks. He has a perfect face that is fit for bruising after all. He can hardly wait until those hands are pressing against his thighs as the sound of puppy choking on his dick, of not being able to breathe, of choosing Johnny’s dick over the oxygen he needs to survive. The thought of such devotion is intoxicating, that his puppy would choose Johnny’s pleasure over something so vital as breathing. It makes Johnny want to envelop his little puppy in his arms and never let go. His baby truly deserves the best.

And Johnny deserves to have his dick wet so he gently closes Haechan’s mouth without a word and picks him up bridal style, carries him the rest of the way to the bed, and lays him down against black satin pillows. He wants his toy sitting up a little, back against the pillows, supported by the headboard. So he can watch the other better, more clearly. So he doesn’t just stare at the ceiling or try to look away.

Haechan has his eyes closed and his chest is heaving, afraid to open them because as soon as he opens them it’s real. Johnny thinks he looks like some type of princess. Johnny’s princess. He wonders if Jaehyun will let him borrow a dress for his puppy or maybe he’ll allow both kitten and puppy to play dress up in beautiful short dresses, twirling and singing and bouncing on cocks together.

He crawls on top of Haechan, legs straddling either side, paying special attention to the size difference and places rough hands on Haechan’s face who now opens his eyes because the reality can no longer be denied. Haechan attempts to push back as if a few centimeters of distance would help him, one hand holding up his body against the satin pillows and the headboard, and the other splayed on Johnny’s chest to stop him from going further. The attempt is futile and short-lived as Johnny presses him back to lay on the bed. Haechan acquiesces without putting up much resistance and Johnny tests his ability to comply by bending his will, adding the pressure of his body to Haechan’s own.

"No I..don’t want... Please don't hurt me." It comes in a whisper. He's looking up at Johnny, this beautiful boy with his gentle voice and strong arms. He’s almost lost in the moment out of fear and desperation and something else he can’t place, a bizarre calm washing over him as he stares into Johnny’s eyes. He would swear there’s a twinkle in them as he looks up at Johnny but he gives credit to the lack of oxygen this person made him suffer only moments ago.

It’s only now they both notice the light sound of pinging, which Haechan mistakes for alarms. Maybe someone knows they're here, maybe someone is coming to rescue them.

"Don't move, puppy. I gotta make this quiet for our watchful customers. They don't like to hear the sound of tips over your beautiful screams." Tips? Customers? Haechan is frozen in terror. He doesn't even look over when Johnny gets off of him, just stares at the ceiling and cries silently to himself until Johnny is crawling on the bed again, bodyweight pressing the mattress down until he's straddling Haechan, arms held over his head with a firm grip.

"I think we almost had a moment. Too bad someone forgot to turn the fucking sound off when they finished whoring themselves out.” He bends down to kiss Haechan on the jaw, hands coming up to boop him on the nose and wipe away tears. “Know what that is baby boy? It's how I'm going to keep you forever. People pay good money to see what they want. So be loud for them, baby. Don't make me hurt you more than I have to." There's a calm expression on the older's face as his body presses firmly into Haechan's own.

He doesn't say anything, can't process what's happening. He only knows that Johnny has started trailing gentle kisses along his arms, that he's now sitting up to grind his hips into the trembling boy beneath him. Haechan's eyes are wide as they stare up at Johnny, silent tears falling down his face as his body shivers in fear. Neither says anything as the messages pour in over the live stream. "You're being too quiet baby. You don't want to make them not tip, right? If they don't tip Daddy gets pissed." Johnny caresses Haechan's cheek gently in slow affected movements wiping up the tears that seem to have no end. "Don’t be nervous. You're beautiful. I bet they're tipping just by seeing how breakable you look underneath me." He bends down closer lips brushing against the younger's ear. "It's okay puppy. You'll scream when I go in raw."

Haechan's reaction is exactly what Johnny is looking for, exactly what the viewers want. His weaker body is no match when he attempts to push Johnny off, hands pressing into his chest in a frantic need to not be here. He thrashes and writhes, tries to wriggle his body out from underneath the older but every attempt only leaves him more exhausted and breathless. Johnny is too strong and Haechan is too weak -something that excites Johnny as he holds the younger down. The only purpose it serves is for the tips to start flooding in. Comments like “fuck him good”, “fuck her up” stream in and Johnny can’t wait to read some of them later to see if he did a good job, see what he should work on for the next show. He’s thankful the crying body beneath him is so lithe that even his struggles are supple. It means Haechan can try his hardest and Johnny doesn’t have to try that hard but the tips will still come in. They’ll make thousands tonight and it’s all thanks to this crying beauty beneath him.

“Do you want to make me hurt you? Is that it? You’re being such a bitch right now.” He smirks because fucking cry harder puppy, we’re putting on a show! Haechan is twisting underneath him, slender body naked and tired, hoping that if he keeps moving like this, people will leave the stream and they’ll stop. If this beast can’t get a firm grip on him, maybe he’ll give up. But he feels vulnerable underneath him, powerless. He doesn’t want to look up, doesn’t want to see his face or how his body is towering over, so he looks to the side and knows instantly it’s a mistake. From the screen he can see message upon message pouring in, some type of tip counter with a large enough number he can’t quite make out from this distance, but the thing that makes his stomach turn the most is seeing how tiny his naked body is compared to the one who’s above him, to the one who is much stronger than him. Someone he can’t get away from no matter how hard he tries.

Haechan screams out of frustration and grips at the soft, satin sheets before pushing up against Johnny who is caught unaware taking off his shirt. But that’s half the fun, he thinks, as he throws his shirt to the side, legs closing in around Haechan’s waist, squeezing harder to hold him down. It’s always fun when they fight back, he always gets more tips, so he makes a mental note to thank Haechan later. He’ll give him a good reward like being able to look at and talk to kitten, maybe even let them go outside together as long as they’re chained up.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you puppy?” He inches up to Haechan’s waist as he undoes the buttons on his pants, wants puppy to get a good view, wants puppy to get slapped as his dick comes out of his boxers. But the smaller one can’t take it anymore. He knows he’s not strong enough to do anything and even if he were, he can’t leave because the other creeps have his best friend. Mark. Weak fists hammer against Johnny’s chest as he cries, tears blurring his vision. “I have a name!” He’s hiccoughing his tears and pounding with small fists and it doesn’t matter to anyone else but he has a name and it’s not “toy” or “puppy”.

Johnny stops teasing with the unbuttoning of his pants, bending down to Haechan’s ear, and whispers something that makes him stop fighting. “It’s better if they don’t know your name.”

He runs his hand along Haechan’s jawline, down to his throat, and Haechan breathes in bracing but Johnny doesn’t stop there. His hands make a straight line down to Haechan’s chest that’s beating hard and fast. He leaves his hand over Haechan’s heart for a minute to feel the erratic beating, his other hand over his own heart to feel the difference. If Haechan’s eyes were open he’d see Johnny’s dick twitch beneath his pants. “No you don’t. Your name is puppy or toy or slut or whore.” He bends down again, lips coasting across Haechan’s own. “Now why don’t you be a useful whore and finish undoing my pants?”

There’s something undeniably soft about Haechan and Johnny wants to destroy him, will destroy him, but in this moment he’s getting on his knees and grabbing Haechan’s hands, placing them on the buttons and zipper that act as a bondage for his dick that’s longed to ravage this alluring, whimpering boy the first time he saw him. He wants his cock in Haechan’s face the moment his pretty fingers unfasten and release him. He should turn his baby’s face to the camera so that everyone can see how scared he gets but this moment is between the two of them, or he should say the three of them since his dick acts like it has a mind of its own which is why when Haechan’s shaking hands struggle with the zipper, he pulls his pretty little hands up to his mouth and bites playfully before unzipping and freeing himself.

Johnny wonders if he didn’t have as big a dick and if there wasn’t always some type of size or strength difference, or if they didn’t choose such beautiful victims, if people would pay less. Something about the size or his victims being helpless and pretty really does it for them but none of that matters when he sees Haechan’s eyes go wide, the poor puppy not realizing his mouth also opened wide and it’s the perfect opportunity for Johnny to ram his dick down that pretty throat, which he does without an ounce of hesitation.

The feeling of Haechan choking on his dick and pressing against Johnny’s thighs to stop, scratching as he pushes in deeper, the vibration of his throat as he gags mixed with the pain of Haechan drawing blood through scratches in an effort to secure his ability to breathe. The safety in the knowledge and thrill that shoving his dick into Haechan’s mouth wasn’t a risk at all because he wouldn’t dare bite, because, above all, he worries for that kitten friend of his. It’s always better when they take more than one person, especially when they’re as self-sacrificing as these two seem to be. And Johnny lets him scratch because he happens to be a bit of a masochist himself - although Haechan should be careful with these liberties because he’s not sure who this toy could end up with and if he scratches the wrong person… He really would hate to lose such a delicate flower so quickly. He’ll have to tell him, he thinks, as he prods lightly against the back of his baby’s throat.

“F-fuck baby. You’re taking me so well.” Johnny thrusts into Haechan’s throat and increases his speed, chasing after an orgasm he knows he’ll stop. “Fuck baby, yes, take me like that.” His hand is on the wall now, bracing himself as he forces his length fully into Haechan’s throat, the look on his cute face, the tears streaming down it, makes him harder as he gags and chokes the helpless boy who has resigned to gripping Johnny’s thighs in an unsuccessful bid to slow him down.

With an “Oh fuck. Oh God.” he’s suddenly drawing back, a hand grasped tight around his cock. He can’t come now. He wants to but he’ll get beat beyond recognition if Daddy knows he came without checking to see if they tipped for it. There are always stages to his playtime with his toys. The general playtime/fear. His orgasm. Various things like blowjobs, penetration with an anal plug, dildo, his dick, and even the toy’s orgasm are all paid for. In his free time, he can fuck at will. But when the stream is on, and it’s always on for the first time of each “victim”, he has to receive the tips. One time he forgot about the tipping and it was a bloodbath, literally, because Daddy made him make up for it. Thankfully he has Moderators in the chat and they’ll turn the light green if the goal has been met, which they’ve done, so he continues. He gets to cum tonight and the first place he’s going to cum is down his pretty baby’s throat.

Haechan is laying back, eyes and mouth closed. There’s a mix of dry and wet tears that paint his face and his neck has already started bruising from the hands that were wrapped around it so brutally earlier. Johnny wonders if he could be any more beautiful than in this vulnerable state and muses that, yes, he can and will look more beautiful when he’s milking Johnny dry, bruised neck drinking him in, taking a part of him until all the cells he’s shared have died out. He lets the beauty of the moment soak in like the dry earth soaks up rainwater in a drought. He makes tiny circles around Haechan’s lips with his dick, smearing precum and spit, and then taps once for good measure before Haechan is opening his mouth and letting Johnny in. A decree sculpted out of requirement, a necessity with no other alternative than to let Johnny.

“That’s my good boy.”

He takes as much time as he can, focusing on the feeling of Haechan’s lips around his member, the wetness of his tongue, and the violent way he hiccoughs from overuse and involuntary resistance, sending pulses up Johnny’s length which causes him to grab Haechan’s head and pull him in closer. It can’t be good for Haechan’s neck but his toy can take it. He has to. He has to because Johnny needs the full sensation of stuffing himself into Haechan’s throat, dick coated with a mix of precum and spit.

He’s close, not holding back, and Haechan’s neck is pressed firm against Johnny’s black satin pillow. The color black chosen because it was annoying to always clean out bloodstains, or rather, to have Jaehyun bother him about visible bloodstains. Black also indicates the witness of cum and orgasms and spit, something that gets washed away in lighter colors. And he wants Haechan to see every spot of cum, will make him lick some of them up with his ass in the air, Johnny making him red and mewling into the sheets with every taste.

For now, he fucks himself into Haechan’s mouth, loves that Haechan seems to never run out of tears, and considers coating that pretty face with the mixture of his white seed over tanned skin, making his puppy look at what a filthy whore he is in a mirror as he takes pictures and calls for kitten to come lick it off his face. Instead, he pulls back and cums hard on Haechan’s tongue. He wants him to experience and savor it filling up his mouth. It’s overpowering but he manages a “Don’t spit or swallow puppy” as the remnants of his orgasm course through his body. And Haechan obeys like the good, little puppy he is. He doesn’t spit or swallow. He waits only for Johnny to give him an order which comes after Johnny is straddling his legs again, pulling Haechan up to sit straighter, cum still in his mouth.

“Look at me and swallow.”

The taste is bitter but it’s not too bad, not gross like he imagined it would be. He swallows and shows Johnny his tongue, that it’s all cleaned off. A natural inclination. He has tears in his eyes again and he wonders if they ever left. Yet somehow, and he’s not sure if he should feel ashamed or not, when Johnny ruffles his hair and says “such a good puppy...” when he says Haechan was so good and obedient for him and follows it up with tiny kisses that feel genuine, there’s relief mixed with pride. He guesses after all that, the least he could be shown is tenderness.

He falls asleep next to Johnny without washing his mouth out because Johnny doesn’t let him, doesn’t want Haechan to be fully rid of him just yet. Needs his toy broken in. After he turned off the stream, he washed puppy really well and was pleased when he didn’t fight back. He let himself be cleaned with Johnny’s soap and shampoo. Let himself smell like Johnny’s lotion. Let himself be wrapped up in one of Johnny’s oversized shirts which looks almost like a nightgown on his little body. His new toy didn’t put up a fight when it came to snuggling next to him, glad that it was over and he could finally rest. Haechan went to sleep with a kiss to the forehead and cheek and the tight embrace of Johnny’s larger, more muscular body against his. He thought about how Johnny must have taken it easy on him and hoped whoever had Mark was at least as gentle on him.

Johnny has heard that skin cells renew every seven years. He’s not sure how true this is because he knows certain ones, like nerve cells, are with a person for life. But given that it’s a possibility, a possibility that makes him sick to his stomach when he sees the delicate body underneath him, he considers if he were ever forced to let Haechan go it would take just seven years for the younger to be rid of his touch. It would be like Johnny had never touched him, never shared his fingerprints with Haechan's skin. It wouldn’t matter if Johnny caressed every centimeter of his body because given enough time they would regenerate and wash Haechan clean of him. He holds his sleeping boy closer and curses god or evolution or whoever is responsible for the shedding of cells to make anew.

Mark can feel his heart drop to his stomach. They’re doing this because they can and that means they can do anything they want. “Is there a chance we can… leave? I promise I don’t know the answer to this question. I’m just hoping the answer is… possible.”

Jaehyun nods but doesn’t respond. It’s not his place to say what’s possible or isn’t. “Only Doyoung knows the answer to that, Mark, and I would not advise you to ask him.”

It’s Mark’s turn to nod as Jaehyun places a key into a door that locks from the outside. He doesn’t tell Mark to prepare himself, only opens the door slowly revealing a room that induces Mark’s skin to crawl. He looks to Jaehyun who remains stoic. “You already know what this room is Mark, don’t you?” How he can say this without a hint of emotion is beyond any normal human’s reasoning, Mark thinks, as a hand is placed firmly on his back urging him to step forward. Gentle. Jaehyun’s hand is gentle on Mark’s back as he beckons him into the room covered from floor to ceiling in some type of clear plastic sheeting. There’s a bed at the back wall but that too is covered in plastic. Every piece of furniture… nothing is left uncovered besides two pillows, a sheet, and a blanket. Every cloth, every piece of furniture is white covered by clear and he knows exactly why. It turns his stomach. The pillow has what looks to be a collar attached by a chain on it. And in the corner of the room is another chain . Mark assumes that’s where he goes if he’s been bad enough to warrant discipline but not death. These are the only two things in the room that are not white or clear and Mark can tell they are meant to stand out in stark contrast to the bright sterileness of the room.

“This… can’t be. I heard him. He said you can’t make us bleed or scar us! You can’t do this!” Mark makes to move back into the hallway and Jaehyun doesn’t stop him. He takes one step out of the room of horror before he’s frozen in place. If he goes back to the living room, Daddy will be there and he’ll know Mark disobeyed. Daddy had told Haechan that if he tried to escape he’d break his neck and make Mark bury the body, then they’d rape and torture him until he wished for death.

He can’t leave. He doesn’t want to stay.

Something about this lack of choice pulls at the despair in his stomach and makes him turn back to the room of plastic and panic and Jaehyun. Jaehyun the man with spring and fresh rain for a voice. Mark turns back and falls to his knees, body wracked with terror and tears and more tears until he’s getting the plastic wet beneath him.

Jaehyun moves and Mark’s not sure if he’s coming to punish him or for sympathy but he looks up because he needs to look at something other than the plastic that will have his blood on it later. He looks up and Jaehyun is there, smiling, and it’s gentle. It’s gentle and Mark finds relief. Relief in that Jaehyun isn’t Daddy with his mutable chaos and he’s not like Johnny who is pure chaos. He reaches up, arms signaling please but it’s met without emotion, only the feeling of cold as a vial is pressed to his cheek and a shhhh as Jaehyun holds his head in place and collects his tears.

Jaehyun too is chaos but it’s muted not mutable. His chaos seems neutral and Mark considers, ragged breaths full of regret and tears filling the vial of an apathetic sadist, that maybe he's the lucky one.

“Thank you, Mark.”

He watches in between blurry eyes as Jaehyun fastens the lid on the vial and puts it in a drawer, closing it gently and locking it. Two locks already. Mark wonders if it’s a pattern. He also wonders if he looks in the drawer how many vials will he see, wonders what his chances are of surviving this hellish nightmare. If it weren’t for the overwhelming need to look after and protect Haechan, he’d charge Jaehyun right now and die without the shame that will follow him to heaven or hell.  Peter at the gates of Heaven and Mark is supposed to recount this night and how he didn’t fight back because he had to save his friend. How he knew they’d violate him and he let them because if he could make this time even a fraction less tortuous for Haechan he would do it. Will God forgive him? He closes his eyes and starts to pray, wishing he had his Bible or anything to strengthen his faith and resolve. Maybe God will make it easier on them if he prays hard enough. He isn’t sure that’s how it works but he has to try. If anything God will read his heart and know whatever follows, whatever Mark is made to do, it’s to save his best friend.

“So you’re Christian?”

Mark nods and sends his prayers Heaven. “Yes. I am.”

“Hm well, I will tell you when to stand, sit, kneel, and respond. Not your god.” Jaehyun is a creature of habit but tonight he will try new things with his new toy and with this knowledge comes a new way of bringing out something wicked in Mark, something to make him fight back and regret it. For now, Jaehyun will continue to blur the line between himself and Mark as equal and inferior. “Come here Mark. Come to your new god.” And there it is. He sees the flicker in Mark’s eyes, the anger and bile rise as he stands up and obeys.

“I need you to get dressed and then stand still. Cover your eyes. Don’t peek.” He can hear Jaehyun taking things out of the closet, the drawers, even smells a light fruity and flowery scent sprayed into the room. It’s pleasant. It makes him breathe a little more peacefully. Maybe Jaehyun will go easier on him. Maybe the room is just a precaution in case it gets messy, not because it will get messy. Mark feels Jaehyun’s hands on his own as he’s made to open his eyes.

What’s laid before him must be a joke. “You have got to be kidding me... I’m not wearing that!” First the red lipstick and now this? What kind of sick people did the devil reject and vomit back onto this green earth… Mark would rather be chained to the bed or the wall than get dressed up like a doll for this sick freak.

“Oh no? You will either wear it willingly or smeared with your blood. Choice is yours.”

“Please. Look we can leave and I promise on my faith that we won’t tell anyone about you or this place. Just let us go. You don’t need us. You don’t need me.”

“I do need you, Mark. I need you to put on that dress.” The dollification is meant to break people down but Jaehyun would be remiss if he didn’t admit the swell of his member against fitted slacks with just the thought of Mark dolled up in such a petite and fragile dress. “If you refuse I will make it worse.” He stares Mark down and Mark stares back, neither budging until Jaehyun tells him to sit. That, Mark can do. Jaehyun doesn’t even tell him to close his eyes this time, just turns his back and starts gathering things and yep this is definitely worse. Sooo. Much. Worse. OH GOD.

“Wait! No, I’m sorry. I’ll wear the dress. I’ll twirl in the dress! Just please. Not this. Not ALL of this. It’s too much. I can’t!” He’s up now, without permission, hands gripping on Jaehyun’s arm begging him to stop. Jaehyun turns his head back to Mark so fast the younger flinches without Jaehyun even raising an arm or hand to him. It makes the older smile, dimple peeking out like Mark brought him freshly baked cookies instead of the twisted pleasure of arousing fear. Yes. Like that.

“Take your clothes off Mark.”

“No. Wait. Please. Please Jaehyun wait. I-”

“Take It Off!” The change is sudden. From peaceful and poised to I’ll slit your throat and leave you to rot in your own blood. Mark’s scared and doesn’t hesitate now to take off his shirt, a shiver running down his spine as tears fall down his pretty face. Jaehyun considers collecting these tears but there will be more tears later and plenty of opportunities to fill an entire vial. For now, he sets down all the beautiful pieces Mark will wear and lays them out orderly. He’ll command his little kitten one by one to put everything on, a polaroid at each juncture.

Jaehyun will show him later when he’s a broken and sobbing mess. Or just when he's feeling confident enough to survive here.

Mark is crying again. It's the most he's cried in years. He's trying to compose himself because this isn't like him, but he can't help it and the tears keep falling and he wonders how Haechan is doing. If Mark is this affected by the quiet Jaehyun, how is Haechan being treated by the rabid Johnny? He hopes and prays with everything that Haechan is luckier than he is, that he doesn’t have to dress like a hybrid between the gender he doesn’t identify with and as a pet.

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t make me yell like that. You have to at least try to listen.”

“I-m sorry Jaehyun. I…”

“You should have listened at the beginning. You made it harder. I could be a lot worse. Like Daddy or Johnny.” He is worse. “I bet Johnny is already fucking Haechan in there and I haven’t even touched you. All I’m asking you to do is put on more clothes.”

He’s right. Mark hasn’t been touched yet, hasn’t been kissed. The worst that’s happened with Jaehyun is collecting tears and being told to wear cute clothes. Is he blowing this out of proportion? Is it really not a big deal?

“I’m trying here Mark. You have to help me help you.” He stops straightening the clothes and looks at Mark, can see the doubt and questioning in his eyes. He continues. “I can’t do it alone, you know? I’m attracted to you and I think you’ll look beautiful in these clothes and with this kitten tail, you on all fours. But it has to feel good for you too.”

Jaehyun has Mark speechless again. It has to feel good for him too? He wants Mark to feel good? “I’ll help you. I will. And I’m sorry. I just never imagined… and now… All of this is overwhelming. I can’t even form all of my thoughts in complete sentences. I am really sorry though. I know you’re trying.”

“I am. I put a lot of effort into this room, into selecting the clothes, even the lipstick. I tried to find a universally flattering color and I think I did a good job. It looks beautiful on you.” Mark sees Jaehyun blush and looks away. He should not think this kidnapper is cute but physically he is and physically Mark feels sick to his stomach.

“Will you… come here Mark. Look in the mirror. Don’t you think it’s flattering?”

Mark stands beside Jaehyun who positions him in front of the mirror and he examines them both, two boys who could have gone to the same school or met up somewhere, become friends. Yet the situation is completely different. Jaehyun must be about his age but they couldn't be any more different. Mark is a devout Christian who only wanted to spend a vacation with his childhood best friend. And Jaehyun is part of a dysfunctional "family" where they kidnap, rape, and murder people. Where Mark is exceedingly generous, Jaehyun is exceedingly cruel. In another life, they could have all been friends. In this life, he and Haechan are captives of Jaehyun and his family whose every intention is to harm and defile.

“Don’t you think you’re beautiful?” Jaehyun is behind him now, hands pressed firmly on his shoulders. He looks in the mirror and he's not sure if he's beautiful, doesn't know how to judge that from the perspective of his first time cross-dressing and doing so against his will so he doesn't answer. He does think it's as universally flattering as Jaehyun said and something about the effort it takes to find a shade that would look good on everyone asserts a thing highlighted and underlined that Mark doesn't quite understand. "Look closer." He moves in closer, careful not to touch anything without asking, leans in. “I think you’re beautiful Mark and I know you think it’s weird but I think you’ll look even more beautiful with that white dress on.”

He turns to face Jaehyun, with his deep voice and dark aesthetic. His calm demeanor and honesty about everything Mark has asked. The way he doesn’t call them kitten or puppy so much as Mark and Haechan. The way he seems to see him as a real person and not solely an object or as Daddy had said, “a toy”.

“Do you want to put them on only for me? Doyoung usually gives us an hour or so before he comes in. He might even be with Johnny and Haechan now.”

“I’d like that.” Mark wants to kick himself for letting his guard down but he doesn’t know how long they’ll be here and he would rather not keep his adrenaline up and his nerves on edge the entire time if he can help it. And maybe he’s weak for this but when Jaehyun directed the words “flattering, beautiful,” and “I’m attracted to you” at him, he all but melted.

“I want you to strip slowly for me, Mark.”

Strip slowly on heavy plastic in what’s basically a kill room.. He tries not to think about it. Just think about getting out of here and Jaehyun’s voice and his smile, the way his cheeks bunch up, and not the way he’s some deranged kidnapping, cannibalistic serial killer. He inhales and starts, slowly, with the first piece of clothing that seems to make him the least vulnerable.

“Wait... I'll do it.” He needs to touch those legs, needs to sink his teeth in that flesh. Mark was already becoming more pliant under his gaze. The first night and he's already become so willing. The thought awakens something in Jaehyun but he can't pass up this opportunity. Mark shakes his head yes as if consent is necessary and Jaehyun obliges but given that Mark said no, he wouldn’t have denied himself the need to touch and bite and take. Not when his legs look like this. And his ass in these tight pants look like that. No, Jaehyun needs his hands and mouth on Mark now.

And he takes. Jaehyun takes and he doesn’t let Mark adjust to the feeling of his hands groping his ass, rubbing his face along his thighs, and inhaling Mark’s natural scent, sweat, and fear. Doesn’t let Mark adjust to his hands moving to explore and squeeze, bite and bruise.

“Fuck Mark. I could devour you right here. The plastic would take care of everything." If he could devour Mark's flesh between his teeth and have him reanimate, he'd do it in a heartbeat. For now, he'll bite leaving teeth marks, grab and squeeze tight making Mark cry out. Jaehyun wants it to hurt. It's Mark's first night and he needs to remember it. He reaches to his back pocket and pulls out a black knife, newly sharpened. A gift from Johnny on a recent birthday. Mark's eyes widen and he starts crying. Jaehyun wouldn't have imagined this one would cry so much but he's not complaining. He cries beautifully. His sad, soft whimpers and mewling. The perfect captive. "Yes, Mark. Cry for me.” He stands up and cradles Mark’s head in his hands. “I’m going to keep you forever and fuck you every night.” Imagining Mark’s ass in the air and Jaehyun’s face buried in it, directing orders to Johnny that he has to follow because Doyoung demands it and Johnny can’t say no. Making Johnny eat Mark out while he fucks into Haechan. Johnny torn between having his toy played with and playing with a new toy. His primal instinct to possess. “I can’t wait to fuck you up Mark. You cry so pretty for me.” He buries his face between Mark’s legs and laps at his crotch, scratching his tongue on the fabric as he holds his knife to Mark's femoral artery and squeezes his thighs just to bruise.

Suddenly Jaehyun stops. “It’s not fun when you don’t fight back.”

Daddy hates boring guests. He wipes his tears and shoves Jaehyun off of him, opts to run for the door but thinks twice before opening it. Good boy. It’s a game between himself and Jaehyun. Opening the door and running out would only invite trouble and he has enough of that in the room here. Jaehyun is on the other side, legs positioned to run in either direction that Mark chooses. It’s not a big room and there aren’t many options so he runs straight for the closet and almost makes it to shut the door before Jaehyun is on him, one arm wrapped around his neck and another around his chest, dragging him back to the bed. He’s kicking and flailing but it’s no good. The Butcher must have too much practice and Mark doesn’t strength train. Not usually and not now. But it’s not like he knew he’d be in a situation where he’s fighting for his life against some psychopath. Jaehyun seems to know many different positions to obtain and detain, making it impossible for Mark to get out of his grasp.

“Aw you got the party started without me, Jaehyun? I hope he gave you a run of it.”

Mark manages a look to the side as Daddy and Jungwoo enter the room. He notices Jungwoo is bruised and he’s been crying.

“YOU. You did this!” He manages through the tightness of Jaehyun’s arms around his neck and chest. “You’re responsible for all of this madness. What is wrong with you?!”

“Oh kitten. Many things. But it won’t save you to know. You’re fucked either way. Although as I see you with your original clothes on, you haven’t been fucked by Jaehyun just yet.” He turns his attention to Jaehyun who is smirking from the struggling body under his strength. “And why the fuck not? And also why the fuck does he have his clothes BACK ON?! Johnny has abused Haechan countless times tonight. At least you made him cry. It’s almost the least you can do.”

“I like to take my time Daddy. You’ll see when I take his pants off how much attention I gave him. Trust me, he’s been abused.” Jaehyun starts to unbutton Mark’s pants when he starts inching back, not sure if he should fight now or not. It takes one look from Jaehyun to know that no, now is not the time to fight him. It’s time to listen and obey. His pants are slid off, thighs squeezed along the way. When his pants come off, he sees what being left alone with quiet and “gentle” Jaehyun does to him. His skin is littered with red marks, bites, and coloring that will turn into dark bruises. He’s made to stand up and show Daddy all the marks Jaehyun gave him. Jaehyun lies and tells Daddy that he was saving the best part of the abuse for Daddy, to get him riled up for his baby Jungwoo. Mark notices that Daddy believes it without question.

“Nice work son. I really shouldn’t doubt you. Now kitten is your toy so I’ll let you decide who you want to doll him up? You, me, or our Jungwoo?”

Mark stands there, Jaehyun’s arm clutching around his chest and neck, useless and abused. No one asked him what he wanted, who he would rather have touch him. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t matter apart from entertainment and he can only think how Haechan is holding up. He wants to speak up and ask if he’s really good right now and obeys everything if he can spend the night with Haechan. But he knows the answer before it leaves his mind.

“Jungwoo can put the dress and kitten ears on him, but I’ll do the collar and the plug. He's mine to claim.”

“Then it's settled. Although by the look of it, you might fuck him before you put the plug in. I imagine he’ll look delicious once he’s dolled up with a retouch of that lipstick.” Daddy can’t wait for Mark to smear that lipstick all over his dick or to watch the tears run down his face as Daddy abuses him again and again. Seeing his little kitten like this with less fire and more confusion, the fatigue and exhaustion of the night already taken hold makes his dick press against his pants, hard and leaking. If Jungwoo weren't on his way to doll up Mark, he'd have him bouncing in his lap to stave off some of this hunger. He grabs Jaehyun instead, lean body bouncing on his dick while Jungwoo goes to play with his toy. All of his sons were, after all, cockwarmers.

Jungwoo stands in front of Mark, tears still present in his eyes, and takes off his boxers. This time he doesn't fight back. He doesn't make it easier for Jungwoo either, makes him struggle to get his boxers off. He will not cooperate fully for these assholes. The fire in his stomach is raging again but it’s short-lived because as he stands there in that bright red lipstick, naked, and defenseless, the most he’s ever been exposed, he realizes that to everyone in that room, he is just a whore. A cockwarmer like Jaehyun is to Daddy now.

“Lift up your arms Mark. The sooner you do this, the sooner you can rest. From someone that’s been where you are, you’ll need it.” Jungwoo sounds tired and it was no wonder. Whatever Daddy did to him between the time he left with Jaehyun to this room and the time they entered, drained Jungwoo of what made him human. Is this how Daddy turns boys and men into soldiers? Is this how Daddy turned Jaehyun into someone who collects vials of tears, someone who kills people and skins them, leaving their hides out to dry in the sun. Mark hopes that won’t happen to him or Haechan. He won't let it happen to them. He won't.

But he's tired and he says he won't yet he's not even stopping Jungwoo from undressing him as the others watch.

Jaehyun's hands are resting over Daddy's own and he's allowing Daddy to get off using his body, moaning along as if enjoying every thrust, but his eyes are focused on the vulnerability of his prey's naked form. His prey who's acting on autopilot now, afraid to break eye contact with his predator as he lifts his arms for Jungwoo to dress him in the delicate fabric that will soon tear and stain red under rough hands that deny all protests.

Jungwoo brushes out a wig, the same color as Mark's hair, and puts the kitten ears over it. He gets a little closer and whispers “sorry” when Mark has tears in his eyes again. He can tell Mark has cried a lot his first night, coughing and straining many times over, the evident signs of red eyes and petechiae. He'll have to get used to it, learn to accept it, because it won't change. Nothing ever changes. He hopes he'll get the chance to impart this wisdom to Mark. He deserves to know. Jungwoo wishes someone had told him, wishes he didn't have to find out the hard way. He's not even sure why he still cries. Maybe some part deep inside refuses to accept this wisdom. It makes him feel inferior because it's clear that both Johnny and Jaehyun have accepted their reality and made the most of it. Or maybe they're more like Daddy than he'll ever be. He's not sure where Mark resides on this list but he knows without a doubt that Haechan is not cut out for this life. He's almost glad that Johnny chose Haechan. It'll be easier that way. He wouldn't survive Jaehyun. Jungwoo's not sure if Mark will either.

He finishes his touch-up of red lipstick over pretty lips and then Mark's made to twirl and twirl until he gets dizzy, until he falls and hits his head. It doesn't matter because he’s made to get up and kiss Daddy, kiss Jaehyun, and kiss Jungwoo. Someone rubs the blood from his head onto his mouth and he's made to suck his blood off someone's finger but he can't remember who. He's dizzy but he's made to bend down and show his ass, spread his cheeks. Jaehyun is playing with him but he can't feel it. Then someone else whose hands are colder is touching him and he only knows because he has goosebumps and he thinks that's why but he can't be sure. Then Jaehyun is in front of him and he’s being collared. Mark’s in a daze but he knows he’s being collared, made to move around on all fours behind Jaehyun as he tugs on the leash. Someone fucks him from behind, leash pulled tight against his throat and he can't breathe. Daddy’s clapping and Jungwoo is stoic again. He thinks he sees Haechan and he's crying too but he can’t be sure because the tears are coming and his vision is blurry.

He looks up again and no one is there, just Jaehyun. He’s saying something but Mark can’t hear him. He’s being slapped and it doesn’t help. He doesn’t know what Jaehyun is saying and he’s crying again and he only knows because the tears hit the plastic and reflect off the light. Jaehyun is shaking him and he doesn’t know why. Then he’s being kicked but he can’t feel anything and he doesn’t know who. He still doesn't know why. He sees Jaehyun laughing and taking pictures but he doesn’t hear him nor the sound of the film rolling. He sees Jaehyun with his vial again and he's caressing his face. Mark thinks he leans into it but he can't be sure. He can't be sure of anything.

Haechan doesn't move, doesn't know how to react. Johnny helps him, nods Haechan's head for him. "Feel me, babyboy, I’m already hard for you.” He takes Haechan’s hand away from Mark and places it on his pants. Haechan notices Johnny's strength right away. It was this handsome boy in front of him that had carried him inside. Haechan thought for sure he'd be older yet he can't be that much older than Haechan or Mark. But he is bigger than both of them, towering and muscular. He'd felt Johnny's back muscles flex across his stomach as he carried him inside and now he's seeing just how muscular this boy is up close, shirt sleeves barely fitting and thigh muscles so prominent he can see them through his pants. He knows that Johnny will use his towering size and erection to his detriment, making him suffer in ways he never thought possible. He tries to jerk his hand back but Johnny is strong, much stronger than Haechan, and he easily holds it in place. He presses it firmly to his erection and rubs Haechan’s hand up and down his shaft, leaning forward and moaning in Haechan’s ear. “This is all for you later, puppy.” He smirks and looks at Jaehyun who hasn’t determined what he’s going to do with the pretty boy who remains sitting still, eyes on the ground. Daddy sits back and watches it all like someone would watch a movie; Jungwoo by his side unmoving, silent. A good soldier.

“Say something.” A command by Jaehyun who doesn’t budge from his position. This has Mark looking up making eye contact for the first time. Captor and captive. Mark tries to mask the defiance in his eyes, the fire that burns everything Mark is holding back, but it’s to no avail. It’s almost as if Jaehyun can see through him or read his thoughts and it’s in this moment that Mark realizes “say something” is both a test and a threat. On any given day Mark would retort with “something” as a one-up to the person making a threat to him and his best friend, protective as he is. But this isn’t any given day and he has no idea what reply he’s expected to give so he simply responds with “What would you have me say?”

A smirk. It earns him a smirk from this psychopath. 

The psychopath that gives off a very keen sense something is brooding within him, ready to overflow if the right buttons are pushed. Mark hopes to heaven or any saving grace that he will not push those buttons tonight, that he will control his tongue, and that he and Haechan will make it out alive. “Daddy” might be chaotic - with more of a stern temper, fluid in his reactions with each passing moment. And Johnny might be chaotic in that dark perverted sense. But Jaehyun doesn’t seem chaotic at all. Each movement seems purposeful. A machine, driven, with well-oiled parts. Or a ticking time bomb. It was hard to tell. And, for whatever reason, his interest was the soft boy sitting beneath him, head down and eyes averted.

“Tell me Mark… Haechan…. Out of everyone here, who would you rather fuck first?” Their eyes look up to Daddy who interjects himself between the tension. “I’ll give each of you a chance to go first and you won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t say it’s me.” He lets out a hearty chuckle, satisfied with his joke. The reality given normal circumstances is that Daddy is attractive and he knows it. Tall and slender, a beautiful, charming face. He has the type of face you’d see on the cover of a magazine or someone you'd have a crush on from one flash of that adorable smile. That smile that doesn't match his personality; a bunny-toothed, innocent smile. Yet he chose this life and all it had or didn’t have to offer and Mark wonders where it all went wrong. “Hmm you two are quiet boys... That's okay. We’ll start with the youngest.”

Haechan’s panic sets in “I-I’ve never. I can’t…” 

“You can and you will. Don’t make me take you for myself without you choosing Haechan. I am trying to do you a favor by letting you have this choice when my boy over here,” he motions to Johnny whose eyes stay locked on the timid boy before him, “wants to fuck you senseless and would probably do anything to have you first. So choose or I’ll choose for you.” Daddy’s personality is mutable. Laughing one minute, threatening the next. All tinged with a modicum of sober intent.

Mark can feel Haechan’s dread, his hysteria rising. This entire situation is too much pressure on a boy who only wanted to enjoy a few days with his best friend. The dissolved safety coupled with never having sex before and now having to do so in front of or with strangers leads his usual cool demeanor to fade into oblivion while this panicked one emerges. 

“I-I’ll do it.” Mark calls out, hoping he’s not reprimanded for inflating his turn. He’s never really thought about doing these things with Haechan but if it means he can save his friend some trauma and pain then by all means. At least he would be gentle with Haechan’s first time and if the tables are turned he knows Haechan will be gentle with him. He cannot say the same for anyone else here. Johnny had just threatened to rape Haechan and make him bleed. And God knows what Jaehyun has planned for Mark. It’s better this way. 

The indignation in Johnny builds swiftly. “Absolutely not! No fucking way! Jungwoo did not steal these fucking twinks to let them have sex with each other. And my dick isn’t hard to fuck… who.. Jaehyun… Jungwoo… or your slut Taeyong?!” 

Daddy sits back, calm, smiling, and speaks in a slow manner. “If I wasn’t in such a good mood because of this fresh meat my baby Jungwoo brought us, you’d be chained in the basement and I’d be telling Jaehyun to sharpen his instruments. Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again. Do you understand me, Johnny? If you don’t want your meat suit drying in the sun, that is. Show. Me. Respect.”

Johnny's eyes widen at the thought of what he had just done and it's instantly followed with prostration and a series of apologies, making clear despite size who has the upper hand here. “I’m sorry Daddy. I-I don’t know what overcame me. I didn’t mean to be so disrespectful. I’m sorry...”

“You should be, boy. But as I said I'm in a good mood." He motions for Jungwoo to sit on his lap. "Another reason I’m excusing you is that I like to see my boys primal. Primal urges. Primal actions. You want to rape this pretty boy so bad, make him yours? Be the first one inside him?”

Johnny caresses Haechan’s face again, eyes tearing up at the thought of losing out on this innocent boy to anyone else. “Yes, Daddy.” 

“Hmm… To be fair, I wouldn’t mind these two twinks fucking each other. But at the same time, I don’t want to - oh fuck- see you sad, son. It's quite the dilemma - ah ah fuck - don't you think so Jungwoo?” Daddy says with a struggle because Jungwoo's bouncing on his lap, stimulating himself from Daddy's growing erection in an attempt to earn affection from the older. And Daddy is doing his best not to give in and fuck into Jungwoo's needs and wants, the thin fabric of their pants barely obstructing penetration the younger so desperately seeks. That's simply not how you train a soldier. He doesn't even reach out his hands to grip Jungwoo's waist because a touch-starved Jungwoo is eager and willing. A touch-starved Jungwoo is best. Once he's properly trained Daddy will fuck into him as much as he does his baby Taeyong. For now, there are many lessons to be learned.

Jungwoo doesn't let up bouncing on his Daddy's clothed dick but still manages to make a suggestion that he hopes will win some favor for later when Daddy is using him and touching him and finally giving him attention. He suggests writing the names down and drawing the choice fairly, leaving it up to fate. An answer Daddy acknowledges with the briefest touch against Jungwoo's jaw. But it earns scorn from Johnny who suggests tossing a coin or a die. Jungwoo knows Johnny has a one-sided coin that he has used more than once in his favor. He never told Daddy though because Johnny told him "Snitches get stitches" and he didn't bother to tell Johnny that Daddy already knows. But it's Jaehyun who has the best idea.

The Inspector must have looked hard and found them anyway. This means these people have practice. Mark and Haechan are NOT the first ones to come through here. The thought alone makes his throat tighten and stomach turn. Mark had seen movies like this and they never let their victims go. This won’t end well. He knew they should have pulled over when the fog rolled in but he chose to stifle his instinct in favor of high beams and his best friend. It was impossible to have known the cost would be this great. He breathes out, determined: It won't happen again. He didn’t listen to his better judgment then but he would now. He wasn’t one to brag unnecessarily but these backwoods filth were in no way smarter than him. He knew that like he knew how beautifully the sun kissed Haechan's skin in the summer, enveloping it in rich pigment that faded in the winter and returned every spring. The movies didn’t normally end well, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. 

“Well boys, I’m pleased to meet you. My name’s Doyoung. You will call me Daddy unless I tell you otherwise. Johnny. Jaehyun. Let’s get these boys inside.” 

Haechan and Mark felt themselves being hoisted above the shoulders of two people who lifted them like feathers. Mark made a note that he’d have to outwit them in a way that didn't involve physical strength. He needed to learn them more, learn their habits, strengths, and weaknesses. He hoped they would give him enough time. Haechan wanted to struggle but he knew it was pointless. If anything “Daddy” would discipline him and he definitely didn’t want that. 

“Now, let me explain how this will work” Daddy began as Johnny and Jungwoo sat the two smaller ones on a couch, still bound and blindfolded. “Take those blindfolds off now boys. Let’s see their pretty faces they’ve been hiding.” 

We’ve been hiding? You sick freak, YOU’RE the one who kidnapped us!  Mark wanted to yell it from the top of his lungs but he knew that wasn’t smart. This situation and these ignorant people were already pushing his limits. He was hoping he could maintain his composure but when anyone threatened Haechan it always felt like something other than himself roused itself to alert. Haechan must have felt the shift because he moved a firm hand toward Mark, wrapping their fingers together, giving Mark a small but comforting grip to let his best friend know he understood but to keep his calm. It wasn’t that Mark was violent by any means. If anything he was a pacifist. It’s just that he has a quick tongue when it comes to protecting his friends which can sometimes get the best of him and which he truly should not use now under any circumstances.  

Haechan's aware and knows this. He’d been friends with Mark since they were teetering around their parents' house. Their moms were best friends since college and raised the two boys together. Mark’s mom had said it was fate that they had fit them together so well. "Sometimes these types of friendships don’t work out and it’s just the parents who are close. This wasn’t the case for you two. You and Haechan are different. You two have to always look out for each other because something stronger than we know brought you together." She had told him one night over dinner and it had stuck with him since. He thought it sounded old-fashioned but it was true they got on well from the beginning, even before their first words. Haechan's first word was calling for Mark and Mark's for the sun, which is what Haechan's mom used to call him. Her little sunshine. Even to a skeptic, it sounded like something more than fate. Their bond only grew since then. Haechan's awareness wasn't solely because he could feel Mark getting upset, it’s that he knows Mark better than the back of his hand. He knows his likes and dislikes, and Mark his. He knows the ins and outs of Mark’s mind that when this “Daddy” stepped over the line one too many times, he could sense with everything Mark needed him - so he gave himself freely.

“How sweet they are together. Comforting each other as if it matters.” Daddy snickers, clearly amused by the two small boys beneath him. He didn’t mind if they touched each other. He preferred it. They would, after all, be touching each other and his boys in different ways tonight. “Go ahead. You can hold onto each other… for as long as you can.” He laughs hard at that and Mark wonders if he can find a way to take advantage of the need to self-amuse this "Daddy" character seems to have. He scoots closer to Haechan, not letting their hands part, and lays his head on Haechan’s shoulder. Neither boys are sure how long they’ll be able to stay like this. For now, it’s enough.

“Innocent puppy and kitten.” Doyoung smiles, cooing at them. He can’t wait to see them wrecked, in tears, and a little bloody or bruised. They’ll cry, beg, and moan before the night’s over. They all do. 

“This gives me an idea. You see, I have two boys of my own that are close. One of them made puppy noises when I first got him. Johnny come here. And the other was a bit like our kitten there. Jaehyun. And Jungwoo… well baby, you prefer to watch, right? You don’t like to get your hands or your conscience dirty?” He doesn't let Jungwoo answer. Daddy rarely let Jungwoo answer. When they get toys and Daddy does this it means later Jungwoo will be Daddy’s toy. Daddy used to say that he likes to marinate his meat. Working Jungwoo up, not letting him have fun when he’s the one who got the boys, who discovered their IDs, and who brought them back, is doing exactly that. Letting Jungwoo marinate in frustration so Daddy can work it out of him later. 

“Johnny. Jaehyun. I want you two to have fun with our little puppy and kitten here. You can bruise them, make them cry, gag them, and penetrate them with whatever you want. You understand?” They nod. Jaehyun has been waiting to get his hands on that little kitten, the one whose anger was building before puppy boy calmed him down. He’ll bring it out of him, make him do something he’ll regret. “No scarring, which means minimal bleeding.” He looks at Jaehyun. “And they have to stay conscious. Understood?” The boys nod again as Haechan and Mark squeeze each other tighter. 

“I’m sorry.” Haechan whispers to Mark, regret deep in his voice. “I shouldn’t have pressed to keep going. I just… I didn’t want to lose hours because of that fog. We were supposed to make memories…” Mark can feel Haechan’s shoulders slump, guilt, and self-appointed blame taking over. It’s not his fault. He has to know that. But before Mark can respond, a figure clouds the light and takes rest at Haechan’s knees. “It’s okay Puppy.” He grabs Haechan’s chin, caressing it softly in rough hands. “Don’t worry, okay?" The voice sounds sincere but something about it feels off. Haechan can’t place it but Mark can. He wants to feel comforted, to believe that one of these men isn't some deranged psychopath bent on hurting them.

Mark knows better, can sense what is coming.

"My name’s Johnny and I’ll help you make memories tonight."

"You will?" Haechan asks, looking up, eyes still blindfolded but an air of innocence pervading him.

"Yes sweetheart. I'll help you make so many memories tonight you will wish you could forget them." Johnny's grip tightens on Haechan's face as his hand slides down to his waist and onto his bulge, the smaller now feeling a sense of panic set in as Daddy laughs in the back and Mark balls his fist into a knuckle; a sight not unseen by Jaehyun.

"No, don’t cry sweetheart. I need you to be quiet for me and listen, okay?” Johnny takes Haechan’s face in his hands again, the younger whimpering as quietly as he can manage, and shakes his head. “Now say you want this.” 

Mark grabs Haechan’s hand tighter as the younger moves away from Johnny shaking his head in silent protest, eyes closed until he feels a large hand gripping his face. Johnny doesn’t say anything, only waits for puppy boy’s mind to play catch up. Johnny knows he'll give in because he’s too scared to do otherwise.

“I…” Haechan starts. Mark’s hand is enclosed around his own in a death grip but he has to do this. He doesn’t have another choice and it feels like the longer he waits, the more he’ll pay for it later. 

“I... want it.” He says it so softly, Johnny strains to hear it.

He's already defeated and it tugs at Johnny's heartstrings who ruffles his hair with a “good puppy” and thinks this boy is someone he could really get used to. Then he does something Haechan isn't expecting. He reaches down and lifts up the smaller boy's hands to his face, let’s Haechan feel him smiling. It’s gentle, relaxed. Johnny moves his hand to his eye smile and Haechan wonders if that is genuine too. “There there puppy. As long as you keep this positive attitude, we won’t  kill  you. We’ll  keep  you. Think of it like protecting you from that cruel world out there. You want us to protect you, don’t you?” He doesn't let go of Haechan's hand as the delicate boy beneath him shakes his head  yes. 

Johnny's hand is firm and warm against Haechan's yielding, colder one. Both can feel the obvious; that the two are opposite of each other and Johnny considers it more like yin and yang, that Haechan must somehow complete him. The softness of the boy who must have wept many tears now under that blindfold to his rigidity and hard exterior. Johnny reasons that he must also complete the smaller boy whom he will both hurt and hold until the boy becomes exactly as he's intended. 

Haechan feels Johnny's firm hand and soft face, his genuine smile, and considers that maybe they will protect them. Maybe this whole situation won’t be so bad and if he holds out hope, maybe someone else will come along and rescue them.

Mark sits and waits, one fist clenched tightly at his side and the other one gripping onto Haechan as the younger one answers with a repeated gesture of one head shake after another. Gently up and down, assuring them or himself that he is willing to obey and  please don't hurt us. His time will come to make them all pay but it isn't now. This is a sensitive situation that requires patience as acting rashly now will only hurt them both. Patience and biting the inside of his mouth while he remains helpless to protect his best friend or himself.

Jaehyun doesn't interact, choosing only to stare and contemplate the whiteness of Mark's knuckle as it remains clenched at his side.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me, puppy, but I need you to do one last thing. Say ‘I want this. I want you, Johnny.’ like you mean it and I promise I’ll go easy on you later.” Johnny looks back toward Daddy proud of himself for being such a natural at this. His eyes are met with approval and it encourages him. He wants to give this same encouragement to puppy boy but he has to know that his puppy wants it.  His puppy because he’s already decided that the beautiful boy with the puppy whimpers is his. “Go on now. Say you want it so I can reward you later. I know you want me to go easy on you but I can’t do that unless you say it.”