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I feel my very being contort and twist into an inhuman form, I feel as though I’m melting…
A man stands before me, his golden hair gives him an angelic stature, his neat, gloved hand extends forward…. Offering a lifeline, a chance to end this sickening pain
“Come with me, Kim Soleum”
I don’t know how he found me, maybe this was his plan from the start, if Cheerful Research Institute really lay situated below Daydream Inc., perhaps he knew who, no, what I was the minute I stepped foot in this company. Hell, maybe he was the one who placed me in that chair, in that hall full of wide-eyed recruits.
Maybe he knew that when he handed over that wish potion, I would end up here, in this pitiful state, and then he would use this chance, this pain, to control me, to tie me down.
If he knows what I am, then does he know about the darkness exploration records wiki? Is that why I was brought here? Because of my knowledge? Or was it a coincidence that I, someone who knows so much about this world, was brought here?
‘I never should of touched that damn wheel… heck I never should of taken that day off work’
I felt my conscious start to fade, pain gripping my heart, in a desperate attempt, I scrambled forward, reaching for where I thought the hand might be…
“Good choice, Soleum”
I felt darkness start to creep inwards from the edge of my vision, my eyelids drooped, and I felt a comforting darkness envelope me.
‘Is this death?’
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GASP!
Soleum bolted upright, a wave of nausea ripped through him. He clutched his stomach, throwing himself forward as he dry heaved, as if his body was trying desperately to expel something unpleasant from inside him. His organs contorted and seemed to reject him, he felt as if they were trying to force themselves out of his throat. He scratched at his throat, his nails ripping it apart, clumps of flesh dug themselves under his nails. Then he saw something flutter down in his peripheral vision, it seemed to dance in the air, catching the light and acting as a prism, splitting it into a thousand rays of light. Golden and beautiful.
‘A scale?’ Soleum thought as he stared at it, while it fluttered down towards the bed, ‘Is that… from me?’
He threw himself up from the bed he was seated in and hobbled over to a full-length mirror in the corner of the room he found himself in.
But he didn’t recognise the reflection that stared back at him… There was no way that was him, he said to himself. But alas, it mimicked his movements to perfection, following him like a perfect shadow. In the mirror stood a man who, despite sharing his face, was adorned with golden scales, shimmering with a glisten of green. A pair of decadent horns protruded from the crown of his head, they seemed to spindle outwards, selfish and unconcerned.
He looked down at his bare chest, his tattoo had been erased, and as he inspected his appearance more, he noticed more small details on his body that reflected the different contaminated parts of him. An area which sprouted dense, black fur; an orange patch of fabric, seemingly sewn into his skin, with the ‘flesh’ underneath it now feeling like cotton stuffing.
Even in such an uncertain, dangerous situation, Soleum mockingly chuckled at himself, ‘Wow, ’ he thought, 'Just how contaminated am I?’
He continued to inspect his exposed body in the mirror, twisting and turning in order to scour his entire body.
KNOCK
Someone rapped on the oak door, not waiting for a response before slamming it open.
“Kim Soleum!” Director Ho cried with an enthusiasm unfitting of the current situation, entering the room as Soleum twisted, trying to cover his body, feeling vulnerable and powerless.
Noticing his obvious discomfort, Director Ho stared almost disapprovingly before his voice rang out, crisp and clear, “There’s no need for that, is there?” He said with a sickly sweet smile plastered on his face, one that could barely stretch to mask his intense gaze that ran over Soleum’s body. “You’re a patient now, you see?”
Kim Soleum slowly unwrapped his limbs that had wound around his body, rationalising that the man before him wasn’t human, and so probably had no qualms about seeing naked human bodies. Seeing Soleum’s lack of defiance and questioning, Director Ho’s eyes seemed to glint for a split second, revealing something sinister, akin to innate desire, before his usual polite mask was once again plastered on his face, burying all traces.
“Well then!” The Director clapped his hands together to produce a crisp sound. “Should we now start discussing the terms of our contract?” He said with a smirk, his cocky words laced with a hint of victory.
“…”
“…contract?” Soleum muttered back in response, seemingly taken aback.
The Director tilted his head in mock confusion as though Soleum had asked a silly question, “Well, of course. I saved your life, so it’s only reasonable that you dedicate the rest of your life to me? I mean, the only reason you even have a remaining lifespan is because of me…”
His face then twisted into something supposedly representing hurt, “Are you seriously not going to repay me for saving your life? Do you have any idea how much time and effort it took me to make your body resemble a human one again? Do you even realise how contaminated you were?” His face seemed to twist deeper, trying to deepen the feeling he was attempting to copy and display. “Soleum, I’m hurt, I didn’t realise you lack simple gratitude…”
Soleum scrambled, his words a jumble of apologies as he tried to backtrack. Maybe because of the contaminated part of him that was a stickler for the rules, or maybe because he was actually persuaded by the Director’s argument, he hastily agreed to the contract.
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Contract between Party A (director) and Party B (Kim Soleum)
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6. Party B will fulfil any command(s) from Party A, if reasonable.
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Signed:
Party A___________
Party B___________
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Kim Soleum glanced over the contract, he knew there was no point scrutinising it as no changes would be made, even if he protested. Condition 6 made some alarm bells blare in his head, but the second part of the clause made him remain silent. He diligently signed the paper with fake conviction before he handed it over to the Director, who had a permanent air of smugness clinging to him. He quickly ran his pen along the bottom before getting up and stashing the papers in a filing cabinet, which he then proceeded to lock with a key.
Gulp, Kim Soleum forced himself to swallow saliva that had gathered in his mouth to help ease his now dry throat; his throat seemed to be trying to warn him, producing an itch that would make him come to his senses, to snap out of his contaminated state.
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Director Ho turned on his heel and strode towards Soleum, his patent shoes clacking on the concrete floor. Soleum gazed up at him as he approached, and then a single thought came to mind,
‘Actually… where am I?’
He was snapped out of his thoughts by a cold, leather hand grasping his chin, jerking his head upwards, forcing Soleum to fix his gaze on the man who stood over him. The Director licked his lips with a sort of thirst before slightly parting them to say, “Soleum, don’t you think I should be rewarded for my hard work?” He leaned down slightly more, aligning himself to Soleum’s eyeline.
‘…’ Soleum’s mind went blank, ‘was he always this… handsome?’ He felt like he finally understood how people get recruited to cults, ‘I feel like if this man asked me to do anything, I would do it in a heartbeat, be it murder or a robbery’. Soleum nodded his head absent-mindedly, unaware of what he was actually agreeing to. A smirk played on the fox's lips as he twisted Soleum’s head in his grasp, before planting his lips firmly on the man’s. He started licking and sucking at Soleum’s sealed lips, occasionally biting hard enough to draw slight blood. He lapped the blood up, allowing it to stain the corners of his mouth, letting a part of the fragile man in front remain on him, marking him. He sent himself into a frenzy; the sweet taste of Soleum’s lip played on his own, teasing him as Soleum’s mouth remained shut, not allowing the fox to progress forward. But still, the other continued to bite and suck, while letting out the occasional low groan in pleasure.
When Soleum first felt the director’s lips, he nearly darted away like a cornered cat; he thought he would want to shove the man away and run out of the room. But once the first few seconds passed, he realised he didn’t feel the pit of disgust he thought he would feel, no visceral reaction like he expected. In fact, it was…. Pleasant? He let out an inward chuckle as he allowed the Director to bite him, leaving indents he knew would last, ‘Was I really so lonely in this world that I’ve gone so crazy as to enjoy something like this?’
Soleum wasn’t particularly put off by the man’s gender, and he mused that he had too many interactions with non-human beings that it would be comedic to allow that aspect to get to him, ‘I mean… there’s no reason not to enjoy this?’ He reasoned with himself. He wanted this.
He then closed his eyes and slightly parted his lips, permitting the other to proceed. He felt as the tongue of the Director eagerly slipped inside and began to diligently trace the inside of his mouth, sucking at his tongue. He felt the Director’s hand roam around his body, tracing downwards along each disc of his spine as if he was counting them, then travel along the curve of his collar bone feeling as his skin curved inwards, and felt as he slid one of his gloved fingers down his torso, stopping before he reached his navel, before sliding back up. Then his hand was retracted and was replaced by the sound of rustling fabric. Soleum slightly unfurled his eyes to see what was happening. He was met with the sight of the Director, slowly unfastening his shirt, button by button, gradually revealing a pale, toned chest, his muscles rippling under his skin, catching the light between the valleys caused by them, causing them to glisten. Soleum fixed his gaze on the chest in front of him, feeling a certain heat settle in his stomach, then he darted his eyes back to the director’s face in embarrassment, before seeing that the man had his eyes fixed on Soleum the whole time. He froze in their kiss, but the Director remained as determined as before to devour him, not halting even if the other did.
Then the Director broke off the kiss, he gazed into Soleum’s eyes, and Soleum gazed back. A string of saliva still connected the two, it dipped more and more in the middle as the Director continued to pull away. Then, while maintaining eye contact, he started to dip his head downwards, towards Soleum’s cock. He grasped the already stood up penis, that was wheeping a certain milky fluid, which earned him an encouraging gasp from the other man. He swiped his finger along the tip, playing with the fluid between his gloved fingers, before getting on his knees in front of the chair Soleum was sat on then placing himself in between Soleum’s legs and sucking his glove clean. A potent blush flared up on Soleum’s face, as he continued to stare at the man who was knelt before his cock, unable to break eye contact, as if he was hypnotised. The man began gently grazing the back of his hand along Soleum’s length, with a languid motion, using his other hand the fondle his balls, making whiny breaths escape Soleum’s lips.
“AGH!” Soleum moaned, more vigorously as the director started to forcefully grind his palm into the head of his penis, encouraging Soleum to reach his ejaculation faster. And as he continued to aid him, Soleum closed his eyes while throwing his head back as his moans continued to climb in pitch and volume, before-
The Director pulled away
Soleum let out a noise akin to disappointment, not bothering to mask his dissatisfaction with the disruption to his enjoyment, as he was denied his orgasm. He found the strength to bring his head forward to look at the Director, being able to look at the man… just as he had bobbed his head down, his lips encompassing the head of his member. A sharp hiss escaped Soleum as pleasure forcibly kept his mouth hanging open, allowing short, laboured breaths to slip out. The Director continued to work his mouth along the shaft, tightening his throat and his jaw, to squeeze the penis currently residing within. He slid his tongue along the urethral opening, stabbing his tongue directly onto it, before resuming his blowjob, steadily increasing his pace.
Soleum felt a pressure build in his stomach, steadily climbing as he felt the feeling take control and seize his body, his muscles contracted, shaking, while he thrust his hips forward forcing his cock down the director’s throat as he spilled hot semen into it. Grappling onto his hair, his fingers threaded through it, holding the man in place, as he allowed his orgasm to finish.
Gasping for air, his black bangs plastered onto his forehead with his sweat, he finally spared a glance at the man who had worked hard to service him. The man has a trail of his semen leaking from his mouth, the sides of his lips were torn and bloodied, allowing both their blood to mix, as if his mouth was a palette. He was looking at Soleum with eyes radiating a sinister desire, an obscene sight. As more semen ran down his bare chest and dropped onto his dark trousers, the contrast of the white fluid and black fabric caused feelings of desire to stir within Soleum. He noticed the director’s penis, erect and fighting against the fabric of his trousers while leaking through his pants, turned on by Soleum’s gasping moans.
The Director then leaned back, supporting himself with one hand while the other fumbled and unfastened his trouser’s zipper, he retrieved his throbbing penis from his pants and began to beat down hard on it, maintaining eye contact with Soleum while doing so. He bit his lip, stifling his voice as he reached his climax.
After he came, he motioned for Soleum to come towards him. Soleum slid down from the chair and crawled across the floor towards him. Director Ho swiped a bead of his cum onto his finger, before grabbing one of Soleum’s ankles and sliding the man towards him, he lifted one of Soleum’s legs atop his shoulder, exposing Soleum’s throbbing anus. He then began to mercilessly thrust his finger in and out of the pink hole in front of him. Soleum gripped onto the Director’s arm, leaving long, red scratch marks scrawled across his porcelain skin, his clear moans getting louder every time the finger moving inside of him hit a certain spot. With a clear verbal indication of where his prostate was, the Director began to abuse it, pummelling it until Soleum felt his insides become numb. Soleum clenched hard, squeezing the finger inside of him.
The Director leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek, before whispering in his ear, "Stop trying to milk my finger, I’ll give you the real thing in a second, don’t ruin your appetite”.
Soleum felt him slip another finger in, but he was too lost in his pleasure to notice or reject it; he felt himself spill all over his chest, covering his nipples and chin with his own fluids. Director Ho lent forward towards Soleum before he slid his tongue down his chest, focusing on his nipples, licking the cum off him and rolling around the bud of his nipple around in his mouth, circling his tongue around the edge of it. He pulled his fingers out, making Soleum’s swollen, plump hole unable to suddenly adjust and clamp down on thin air.
Then Soleum felt two stable hands on his hips; they seemed to ground him, like they were fixing him to this world. Then he felt something large and hard at his entrance, he looked down to see the Director’s cock lined up with his hole. Seeing it in comparison to his hips, Soleum suddenly felt a pang of fear, scared it wasn’t going to fit. He started to struggle against the grip that held him in place, his hands tearing at Director Ho’s hands, trying to loosen their grip. One of his hands moved from his hips to encompass both of his wrists. They hoisted Soleum’s hands above his head and pinned them to the floor, restricting any and all movement Soleum could make. A satisfied hum rung out from the director’s mouth before he thrust forward.
“NGH!” Soleum cried out, screaming, he had never felt pain like the one that tore through his body. He felt a jolt of electricity envelop his body, sparking down his spine. He felt his eyesight snap first, followed by his consciousness, his vision filled with stars, bright and white, obstructing his vision. He gasped for air, taking many shallow breaths, as the large, foreign object that had been forced inside him seemed to compress his lungs, making it hard to breathe. Director Ho thrust his fingers into his mouth, prying it open to allow Soleum to breathe properly, as he worked his fingers around his mouth, coating the gloves with saliva. Then, he started to move. He started with small, swallow thrusts, not allowing his large length to fully enter Soleum. But then it degenerated into something more animalistic; rough and sporadic thrusts, messily pounding Soleum’s prostate, allowing his curved, long penis to be fully inserted inside his anus.
Soleum broke down into sobs, pain and pleasure took turns ravaging his body, messy tears spilt out of his eyes and stained his face with their trail, leaving his eyes puffy and red. His once bright, crimson eyes were now filled with tears, making them hazy and blurring his gaze, making his eyes remain unfocused. His eyes rolled around in his sockets, unable to distinguish between inside and outside his eyelids, as his body shuddered in Ho Yuwon’s grasp.
“fuck… You’re too tight Soleum” Director Ho croaked out, as he lifted the hand that had grasped his hip, and sharply brought it down, slapping Soleum’s soft ass. “ARGH?!” Soleum cried out in pained confusion, his penis bobbing with pleasure in response. Tears stung at his eyes, as the Director grabbed his red ass, squeezing where he had just inflicted pain. Ho Yuwon paused his unforgiving thrusting in and out of him to flip him over. The sensation of the Director’s dick still inside him, erect, while he was turned over, combined with the dull throbbing from being spanked, that had sunk into his skin with a deep heat, was enough for Soleum to arch his back, orgasming. He let out pitiful, needy gasps, his body shaking as the pleasure washed over him like a wave.
Ho Yuwon released his grasp, then he wrapped his hand around the back of Soleum’s neck, holding him in place as he continued to enter him at a merciless speed. The sound of his balls hitting Soleum’s ass, reverberated around the room, filling both of their ears with it’s obscene sound, accompanied by a constant cacophony of Soleum’s moans. The Director increased his pace, clasping both hands over Soleum’s neck and pressing his head into the floor, causing his body to fold over, arching his spine in a picturesque way. Ho Yuwon’s grunts became more and more frequent as he rapidly entered and exited, before he threw his head back and shot his load into Soleum, making Soleum clench around the penis inside him. After his orgasm, he still continued to thrust inside Soleum. The wet, slapping sound was enough to drive Soleum to another orgasm; his body collapsed, shaking and writhing on the floor, a complete slave to his pleasure. He let out shaky breaths as he struggled to breathe in enough air to soothe his throbbing head.
Director Ho flipped him around, straddling his chest, before snaking his hands around Soleum’s neck. He applied pressure, constricting the man’s airway, denying him air. And the more Soleum struggled, the tighter the grip on his throat became. Tears fell freely from his eyes as he started to feel a familiar darkness wash over him. Then the Director posed a question:
”Soleum, how about you stay with me?”
Soleum questioned whether the lack of air was causing him to have auditory hallucinations or whether the man whose firm grasp on his throat had spoken. Condition number 6 of the contract flashed in his mind, as an unspoken rule from his contamination sank into his skin, settling in his bones with a cold chill which unsettled him, making him feel uncomfortable…
Obey the rules
Soleum quickly nodded his head, before his vision faded to darkness.
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Director Ho stroked soleum's hair, gently caressing it before he reached down to grasp his own penis. He started to gently stroke it before gripping it harder, while increasing his speed.
He aimed the tip towards Soleum's mouth, squirting his cum over his lips and eyelids, marking his face. The Director's gloved hands rubbed his semen around the man's face, before gathering some on his glove and slipping it into Soleum's mouth, forcing him to swallow him. He stared down at the man who he had made a mess of, who he had ruined, before he leaned over to whisper in Soleum's ear,
"You're mine."