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Hao bit off a little more than he can chew. He’s tied up and blindfolded once more, a punishment for his little misbehaviour; although not as serious as the first time he’s tried to run away.
Hao was almost successful, making it out of the gated residence barefooted and onto the main road, the only road leading to the city. He had alerted patrol police, explaining the situation frantically, only to be met with skeptical looks from the officers, who probably chalked it up to some crazy fan.
Everyone knew there was only one man living in the secluded mansion deep in the forest. And it was millionaire-popstar-turned-icon, Sung Hanbin. The idol was known to prefer solitude, isolating himself from society, his way of keeping his personal and work lives separate. And the mansion itself was passed down generation to generation, landing itself in the hands of Hanbin.
That day was probably the closest Hao ever came to escaping. He began sprinting when he saw the vague headlights of a vehicle approaching, darting into the woods, ignoring the pain in the soles of his feet. Hao opted to hide instead of running deeper into the unknown territory once the streetlights started to fade out from sight, hands covering his mouth in a desperate attempt at concealing all sounds.
Then, he heard muffled talking. Two distinct rays of light flicker on. He realises it was the police. He comes out of hiding, raising both arms in surrender. The officers assess him, leading him to the car while he tries telling them how he’s held captive at Hanbin’s.
Hao’s never felt more betrayed by authority than when Hanbin’s car pulled up not even five minutes after. And of course the officers chose to believe the pristine, well-mannered gentleman with an established name rather than a disheveled, seemingly psychotic one.
So when Hanbin explains that Hao’s his schizophrenic cousin who sees illusions and has a habit of running away from home, they believe him. The officers guide Hao into the passenger seat, waving Hanbin off with a quick goodbye, almost as if charmed by the facade of a man he’s displayed.
And Hao couldn’t control the sound of his heart pounding. His hands are balled into fists in his lap as he shoots the officers one more look of plea, tears streaming down his cheeks. He almost catches sight of the officer’s concerned look, before Hanbin’s face comes into view, one hand reaching over to fasten Hao’s seatbelt, the other balancing over Hao’s thigh, a warning.
In the end, this was all his fault, really. Before this, Hao was a no name actor who belonged to a small company. His most successful role was a romance film with Hanbin as the main lead, chasing after his female co-star, while Hao was a supporting character, whose love for the female lead transforms into obsession.
A little ironic, given how he fell for Hanbin in the process.
But Hanbin was always too nice, a little too nice to Hao.
Hao remembers doing a screen test with Hanbin and Jeemin, where Hanbin tackles him to the ground and holds him there for what seems like eternity. The sounds of Jeemin’s cries drowned out as Hanbin held a fist above his face. Hao had genuinely felt fear as Hanbin’s eyes pierced daggers into his soul. Then Hanbin’s fist came hurling down, landing on the foam mattress next to his head.
After the scene, it was as if Hanbin flipped a switch, immediately jumping off Hao and helping the older man up. Hao notices Hanbin’s glassy eyes.
“Are you okay?” Hanbin asks, arms pulling Hao into an embrace, “That was intense, your acting’s so real.”
Hanbin’s grip around his back tightens as Hao awkwardly returns the hug, steadily exhaling into Hanbin’s neck.
“Y-yeah,” Hao assured Hanbin, “you’re so good at this.”
“Yeah? It’s because I have you as my co-star.”
Hao ignores the warm and fuzzy feeling Hanbin makes him feel. He wasn’t referring to Hanbin’s acting, more on how Hanbin brings him comfort, but Hanbin doesn’t need to know that.
Hao feels a shiver run down his spine as Hanbin lets go, holding him face-to-face.
After they all managed to secure their respective roles, Hanbin then invited the main cast over for dinner at a local bar.
And drunk Hanbin tended to lean in a little too close to Hao. Hand resting on Hao’s hips, boldly pulling the elder flush. They’re skin to skin and Hao can feel the way Hanbin’s touch burns into his skin.
Then Hanbin started to come onto the set with drinks for everyone, but he always made sure to customise Hao’s, an extra detail special to Hao, and Hao only.
So can you really blame Hao when he started to develop a little crush on the younger?
Little did he know, his puppy love devolved into a secret obsession. Hanbin’s every little affection slowly transformed into an ominous, ugly desire. And Hao reveled in the attention Hanbin gave him.
Until Hanbin’s first dating scandal with Jeemin. The pair were caught spending the evening out before entering Hanbin’s car, only to return in the morning, when Hanbin drops Jeemin off by the entrance of her company.
The statement pushed out by both their companies was that they went clubbing at a private bar and got drunk, which led to them sleeping there at the club and waking up hungover.
Hanbin tells Hao that they went to the Han river to talk, and that they spent the night under the bridge. Hao doesn’t know which is more intimate. He doesn’t know why Hanbin feels the need to explain to him.
And Hao shouldn’t feel jealous. But once he does, he feels envy consume him entirely, eating out his heart and spreading throughout his body.
So he devises a plan. He needs to make sure Hanbin only has eyes for him. And the plan was to hack into Hanbin’s phone.
Hao’s peeked at Hanbin’s password multiple times, and knows the younger has no qualms on boundaries. So getting into Hanbin’s phone proved to be easy. All Hao had to do was ask.
Hanbin even offers his phone over to Hao several times, whether it’s to watch videos together or scroll through posts together. There’s really no privacy between the two.
Until Hao decides that it wasn’t enough. He knew everything about Hanbin and nothing about Hanbin at the same time.
Fascinated by how easily Hanbin’s won him over, and how fast their relationships developed over the past few months. Hao thinks he’s making it obvious enough. The only reason Hanbin hasn’t asked him out yet is if he’s got something—someone—going on. And Hao’s determined to figure it out.
The all-consuming fire leaves a trail of black smog in its fury.
“Hao-ya, did you sleep well last night?” Hanbin asks cheerily, pulling Hao into their usual embrace after a successful day of filming.
“Hanbinieee,” Hao drawls out, arms coming around Hanbin’s shoulders, “I couldn’t sleep!”
“Why not, hyung?” Hanbin pulls away to look at Hao seriously in the eyes.
It was their last few shoots together, then followed by the usual press tour.
“There are pests,” Hao says softly, “sorry if it affected my acting today.”
Hao tells Hanbin he’s finding a place to stay after a pest infestation at his studio apartment. Partially true, if you consider the couple banging at 3am the next door rodents.
“No hyung!” Hanbin quickly defends, “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”
Hearing that, Hao’s usual pout morphed into a grin.
“I’m perfectly fine, thank you for your concern.” Hao practically purrs, “just gotta adjust…”
“Hyung, how about my place?”
Of course sweet loving Hanbin offers Hao a place to stay. In his mansion too, nonetheless.
The first few days living at Hanbin’s were pretty normal. Hanbin offered Hao his own private suite while Hanbin lived on the other end, master’s bedroom tucked in a corner.
They’d order takeout to share, and Hanbin drove them both everywhere, since their schedules for the time being matched up. The cleaners came by weekly. Hao didn’t think he could have it any better. He promises to find a place within the next month, but Hanbin doesn’t seem to really care at all.
The only rule was to respect each other's privacy. And that meant not entering Hanbin’s room.
Too bad Hao wanted to know. And curiosity killed the cat.
One thing led to another, and now Hao’s chained up at Hanbin’s. A permanent residence. Too bad he’s never informed anyone of his stay at Hanbin’s. And although he’s been reported missing, Hanbin has put on a very good act of sincerity and concern for the elder. Nobody could’ve guessed a sweet angel like Hanbin’s holding Hao captive in his mansion.
It hurt like hell when Hanbin broke his legs with a hammer after running away, completely fracturing both femurs. He cried. Cried for nights till the swelling got too severe, and Hanbin got too annoyed. So he drugged Hao and cut his legs off entirely.
Now, legs reduced to nubs from thigh up, Hao could only wiggle around, crawl around his room, and plead for Hanbin to come back home to him. Healing hurt like a bitch, but Hanbin was always a little nicer to him then, bringing him his favourite foods, a little more than pure sustenance.
Then Hanbin started training him, tying his hands behind his back for hours on end while Hanbin was away. Hao’s dick’s plugged up and locked away, only ever allowed to release when Hanbin’s around.
Hanbin made him custom prosthetic legs, but he’s rarely used them, never got used to them.
Initially when the training started, Hanbin would drug him with aphrodisiacs, and pump his dick to fullness before locking his dick into a tiny cock cage, custom tailored to be a little smaller than his flaccid length. Hanbin always made sure to lube up the sound before pressing it in deep into his urethra, deep enough to poke at his prostate from the inside.
Then they progressed to anal plugs, big and curved dildos that would press into his swollen prostate from within. They always had the vibrate function for ease when Hanbin milks him every few days. Says it’s to pump the drugs out.
Occasionally, he was blindfolded and drugged up so hard all he could think about was cumming. But he had to wait. So he begged and cried till Hanbin came back, often to a tear soaked and drooling Hao, reduced to a dumb mess.
Hanbin has mentioned removing his arms too, for convenience. And by the sixth month, Hao doesn’t have anything in him to deny anymore. He’s just waiting for the day he gets hung up like a portrait and made to come over and over till he passes.
And this time, Hao’s most recent mistake, most recent defiance. He leaked around his sound, and came all over himself, wetting the bed too immediately when Hanbin unplugged him. Hanbin’s trained him to be better than that.
So he cries from under the blindfold, hands and arms wiggling from the restraints as he tries to shuffle further away from the monster that was Hanbin. He still feels his legs—phantom legs—kick at his captor.
Not even a second later, he hears a loud smack, before processing the feeling of a painful sting on his cock, still rock hard and throbbing against his stomach. The appendage red and furious, leaking once more.
“A-ahh! P-please!” Hao cries, falling back onto the bed.
Hanbin starts to slap his cock. Each slap harder than the previous. Hao can’t control his reactions, a jumble of moans and cries leaving his mouth as he leaks, a mixture of cum and piss. And it makes Hanbin even more angry.
“I come home and find out you leaked all over the bed?” Hanbin grunts, reaching for an object. Hao can’t see but he’s all too familiar with the motion.
“You nasty whore,” Hanbin continues, “all that training, for what?”
Hao cries even more, sobbing as fat tears roll down his cheeks. He can’t help but whimper pathetically as Hanbin continues to spank his cock, still leaking. Hao tries, he really tries to control it, but with his bladder all swollen and taunt, and his balls drawn so tight unable to release, he really can’t help it!
Then, his butt plug starts to vibrate. The rounded end starts to massage deep into his prostate from within, and Hao seizes. It takes all the strength in him to not thrash and writhe around like a bitch.
Hao knows not to come, and is trained to cum on command. And he knows not to disobey.
“Answer,” he commands. Hanbin strikes down once more, aiming for his cock head this time.
“Sorry! S-sorry Hanbin!” Hao chokes back a sob, “I’m just a pathetic slut, your needy slut!”
Hanbin hums, seemingly pleased. But his actions prove otherwise. He presses a sound to Hao’s cock slit, and watches as Hao’s cock swallows it greedily. The sound’s movement eased by gravity and the mixture of Hao’s fluids.
Hao cries some more, and tries to stay still as he feels the ridges and coldness of the metal sound slide into his urethra. It’s bigger than his usual one, and probes deeper in him, till it lodges against his prostate. He moans at the feeling. And Hanbin can tell when it does too, the remaining length of the sound peeking from his cock head.
“You’re gonna cockwarm me while I game.” Hanbin proceeds to say calmly, patting Hao’s lower abdomen to feel the fullness, “I promised Gyuvin and Yujinie I’d play with them tonight.”
Hao knows Gyuvin and Yujin, has heard of the two before when he and Hanbin were still friends and not… this. He knows he doesn’t have a say in this, nodding pitifully as he whimpers out a meek yes.
“You don’t need to use the restroom yet, since you so generously wet yourself just now.” Hanbin continues to say, tone displeased, as if lecturing an animal.
Hao simpers into a puddle of shame, as he continues to sob and whimper, his senses all too fried and wired to his dick and prostate. He feels Hanbin tug his butt plug out and take off his blindfold. He’s temporarily blinded by the lights as his eyes adjust.
Hanbin then proceeds to lift Hao up with ease. Hao doesn’t even need prep when Hanbin sits him on his cock. He moans as he squeezes around Hanbin’s appendage, so warm, and so real. It presses into his bladder from within, but he’s all plugged up and unable to do anything.
Hanbin lets out a groan as Hao’s ass clings onto his dick like a vice, spasming around him with purpose.
“Control yourself,” Hanbin grunts. Hao obeys and Hanbin starts to untie the knots in the rope tying his hands back.
When Hao feels his hands free, he doesn’t immediately move them, only waits patiently till Hanbin’s hands guide his to Hanbin’s shoulders. And he wraps around tight while Hanbin trails his hands down Hao’s arms, massaging lightly.
“Only good thing these are for, huh?” Hanbin says.
An ominous feeling rushes down Hao’s spine. But before he’s able to process it, his body’s being lifted into the air and he has to hold on to Hanbin’s shoulders tight.
Hanbin doesn’t offer any help aside rubbing away at his arms as Hao clings onto Hanbin. He’s lighter without his legs, but it’s still a strain as he balances being stuck on Hanbin’s cock and not falling to the ground. He clenches tight, and knows not to let Hanbin’s dick slip from him.
Hanbin proceeds to walk to what Hao knew as Hanbin’s gaming room, a huge room in his mansion embellished in arcade machines, gaming tables and shelves filled with board games. Now, with his gaming set up moved to the same room, it’s where Hanbin frequents most aside from his master bedroom, and second to Hao’s room.
Hanbin sits in his gaming chair, with Hao tug snug and close to him. Hao periodically can’t control his spasming, as the cock sound shifts and pumps into his cock unrhythmically. As his insides clench, the sound slides out and in as he relaxes. It’s maddening, the round ridges of the sound stimulating all his nerves. And Hao’s terrified that it’ll make him leak involuntarily again.
Hanbin seems to have caught on. Hanbin reaches down with a finger and pushes the sound deeper into Hao as he puts on his headset, and connects to the game
The sound presses into his prostate and pokes at his bladder and Hao cries, holding onto Hanbin tight as he stills himself. A drop of clear liquid starts to well around where the sound is penetrating his urethra. And Hao cries even more, clenching furiously as he tries to control himself, prevent from dribbling some more onto himself, and Hanbin.
“Leak and you don’t get to cum tonight.” Hanbin warns, logging onto his account.
Hao tears up again and nods, biting his lips as he tries to focus on everything but how the sound is stimulating his prostate.
And Hanbin tunes into the game, his hand occasionally coming down to stroke at Hao’s back. It drives Hao insane how Hanbin can show so much love and affection to him while basically torturing him at the same time.
Hao hears Gyuvin’s and Yujin’s voices, and knows better than to start moaning like a bitch in heat. He does a good job, overall, sitting pliantly on Hanbin’s lap, learning to tame his pleasure with obedience.
It seemed like eternity till Hanbin toggles off the game and says goodbye to the two. Hao was good throughout, with only a little dribble of clear precum down his cock head and drool down his chin. Otherwise, he was perfect. And Hao’s obedience shall be rewarded.
Hao’s mind was a fuzz, head clouded with horniness and the urge to cum. He’s about to explode when Hanbin stands up abruptly.
Hao doesn’t even know when Hanbin was finished with his game, holding tightly, this time with Hanbin’s support, carrying him back to his room.
Once Hao’s fully regained consciousness, he realises he’s back on his bed. The sound still thrusts in and out weakly as his muscles spasm.
“You did so well for me,” Hanbin mutters, as he kisses Hao’s temple.
“Be good for a little more, and then I’ll milk you,” Hanbin says, voice sounding like angels in heaven singing to Hao.
Hao babbles a quick series of yes’s before Hanbin starts to ease his cock out. The sudden pressure relief from within feels amazing, like his bladder isn’t being squeezed and teased from all sides anymore. But Hao knows better than to pee without command.
Then, like all the times before, Hanbin starts to fuck him, hard and unrelenting. His plugged cock bobs against his distended stomach, more precum leaking.
Hanbin’s hands grip Hao’s hips and pull Hao onto his dick with each thrust. Hao babbles pathetically as he clenches tight, last shred of will being to obey, obey, and obey. And not to loosely leak uselessly around the sound once more.
Hao’s clenching has a direct effect on Hanbin, and Hanbin’s thrusts soon become erratic. Hanbin uses him like a cocksleeve and Hao knows Hanbin’s close. Hears the younger start to grunt with each thrust. He clenches like a vice and Hanbin cums, deep inside him, groaning as he releases.
Hao is pleased with himself, knows that he’ll be rewarded soon.
Hanbin reaches down to kiss at Hao’s neck and shoulders, when all of the sudden, he bites down. His hands inch to the front of Hao’s belly and presses down. His cock still wedged deep within Hao.
Hao feels his prostate and bladder being squished. He tries, really tries to control himself but it fails. And he starts to leak once more, as precum and fluids ooze out of his cock against his will. He’s sweating profusely and moaning pathetically, hands reaching to clasp at Hanbin’s, pawing at the younger to have mercy.
But Hanbin continues to press down relentlessly, cock digging deep into Hao. Hao feels so, so full. Without warning, Hanbin pulls out the sound in one go and throws it somewhere on the bed.
Hao wails. He cries as he orgasms with a shout. He starts to see stars as Hanbin continues to press down onto his bladder.
“Let go, you’ve made a mess of the bed already, anyway.” Hanbin reassures, and Hao cries some more.
He releases immediately after he cums, shooting clear liquid onto both his and Hanbin’s stomach uncontrollably.
Hanbin pulls out. And before Hao can whine about the loss, Hanbin plugs his fingers into Hao. Two thick fingers deep into Hao, directly onto Hao’s swollen bundle of nerves. He pushes in deep and starts to rub circles, hard into Hao’s prostate.
Hao whimpers pathetically as his dick’s made to orgasm again unwillingly in between his peeing. His hold on Hanbin’s wrist falters as his hands collapse onto the wet sheets.
Hanbin continues to massage deep, unyielding as Hao’s made to orgasm a third time, cock run dry now, but still leaking clear fluid.
Hao’s almost fascinated with himself and his body, while Hanbin just watches with a calculative gaze.
Hanbin grabs Hao’s butt plug and shoves it in without warning, angling it deep against Hao’s prostate. Hao’s cock continues to weep clear liquid. And they both watch as Hao’s body’s forced beyond exertion.
Hao starts to whine and whimper pitifully. But Hanbin’s determined. The firm hold of the toy against his prostate milks him some more. And Hao orgasms one last time, before passing out entirely.
Hanbin remains rooted to his spot on the bed, till Hao’s cock finally runs dry, limp and flaccid against Hao’s stomach.
Hanbin leans down to press a kiss into Hao’s temple once more, before discarding the toy on the bed, carrying the two of them to the master bedroom’s washroom.
Hanbin rests Hao’s body flush against his as he runs the bath, washing up for the two of them. The younger cleans Hao up before plugging Hao’s cock once more, locking him back in his cock cage, now clean too. He carries Hao into bed with him.
It’s crazy, really, how Hanbin’s two personalities bottle up and converge. All because of one person—Hao.
Hao can dream of the day he escapes. But more importantly, he lives for the anticipation. And for the love he has for Hanbin.