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“Didi, do your homework.”

“Later, Da-ge.”

“Didi, why weren’t you at training yesterday? Mei-shijie said she missed you.”

“Didn’t feel like it.”

“Huaisang, you have responsibilities!”

Nothing but a shrug in response.

“I’m taking your car keys until you act your age.”

“You can’t do that! I’m an adult, Da-ge!”

“...An adult.”

An adult. That phrase turned over and over in Mingjue’s brain. He hadn’t… Huaisang had always been such a brat that Mingjue really hadn’t thought about it like that. Maybe… maybe Mingjue needed to rethink the ways he was disciplining Huaisang. Huaisang was still heir to the Nie sect, and so he needed to learn to behave in a manner that wouldn’t embarrass them in front of the other sects or the government… or the general public. But maybe Mingjue could figure out something a little less childish to punish his didi with.

Later that day, as Mingjue flew through the downtown area on his way home from a quick afternoon ghost suppression, he surreptitiously opened his phone and sent a quick message to his friends.

Nie Mingjue: Help me wrangle Huaisang. I can’t deal with him anymore. He says he’s an adult now so I can’t take away his stuff like I used to.

Lan Xichen: Have you tried explaining to him clearly what he’s done wrong and what you’d rather he do?

Meng Yao: If Da-ge wants, I’m sure I can figure something else out to make him behave better.

Mingjue: Anything as long as he stops being such a brat. He’s not twelve anymore.

A car honked and Mingjue quickly raised his elevation so that he didn’t crash into the hapless normal person. Ugh, he was such a mess because of Huaisang’s constantly irresponsible behavior.

Mingjue hoped that Meng Yao would make good on his word and figure something good out—and moreover, he hoped that it wouldn’t be something that he’d have to turn his moral nose up at. He never knew, with that one.

*

“A-Yao… What is this?”

“You said he’d been complaining that he was an adult, so…” Meng Yao put his hand down on Huaisang’s bare ass, and the little Nie squeaked through his bright red ball gag. “I thought a more adult punishment was in order.”

“Yeah, but…” Mingjue trailed off, his eyes still glued to Huaisang.

This?

A breeding bench?

In the middle of the Nies’ living room, no less?

Huaisang was naked and fixed in place with dark leather straps, with his ass up at a good angle for fucking, no matter what one’s height was. Mingjue could see that there was lube already stuffed into his hole, dripping down his perineum all the way to where it pooled on the edge of the hole in the wood cut out for Huaisang’s cock and balls. Huaisang’s legs were supported out to the side in a kneeling position, though of course his weight was held by the bench itself. Huaisang’s arms were tied down across the front of the bench so that he couldn’t pull up more than a centimeter or two. But, when he did strain against his bonds, Mingjue got just a hint of the slight cleavage of his squished little tits.

Mingjue looked up helplessly at Xichen. Surely, Xichen couldn’t go along with this? Wait, back up—maybe it was fine enough for Meng Yao and Xichen go through with whatever this was, but if Mingjue were to—then, that would be—he was Huaisang’s brother—

How was it that Mingjue’s cock was already hard, making a big bulge in his sweatpants? And—and why was Huaisang looking at it like that?

“I told him what the punishment would be,” Meng Yao justified himself mildly after clearing his throat, as if this were justifiable in the first place. “He said, and I’m quoting, ‘do your worst.’”

Xichen, whose face had flushed dark under Mingjue’s helpless gaze, shrugged and looked to the side—but that was where Huaisang’s lush, pretty body was, so his gaze darted away a second time. “That is true, Da-ge. I heard him, too.”

“Why don’t you just trust me for once?” Meng Yao confronted Mingjue, his hand on Huaisang’s ass clutching and wringing another filthy sound from Huaisang. “He’ll go to saber practice if we punish him enough.”

“Will he?” Mingjue grunted, even though that wasn’t the part he should have been concerned about at all.

“I’m sure of it, Da-ge.”

And there he was, flashing those damn dimples. Mingjue wasn’t completely sure he should trust Meng Yao on this, especially since it seemed so—so—something. But… just once couldn’t hurt, right?

“Then, I’ll go first,” Meng Yao murmured deferentially, as if Mingjue had told him to go ahead and eat his baozi first. “If you two don’t mind.”

When Mingjue blinked, Meng Yao seemed to move in a flash, and his skinny jeans were unbuttoned and his slender cock was bobbing with the force of its freedom. Without even a moment’s hesitation, he stood up on his toes a little and sank into Huaisang’s body, holding him by the hips as he began to fuck into Huaisang’s ass with short, firm thrusts.

Huaisang choked on his ball gag and made a truly disgraceful noise, and his cheeks flushed pink. He might have been trying to say something, but Mingjue suddenly had no blood flow to his brain, only to his dick.

Huaisang pulled against his restraints from time to time, but he mostly just moaned like a whore as Meng Yao fucked him fast and hard. The pace wasn’t what Xichen or Mingjue could have kept up with, but Meng Yao was a lot smaller than both of them, and he had also started cultivating late, so it was to be expected.

“Is it embarrassing, A-Sang?” Meng Yao purred, little punched-out gasps punctuating each pair of words. “You’ve reached such a low state already, will you embarrass yourself even further now, or will you act properly?”

Huaisang’s eyelids fluttered, and moaned into the gag again. Shiny little tears were gathered at the corners of his soft peach blossom eyes, and they spilled over as Huaisang’s body began to shiver and shudder.

“Oh fuck, he’s coming—”

Meng Yao’s rhythm faltered, and a few moments later, his fingers dug into the fat of Huaisang’s hips and he moaned in concert with Huaisang as he spilled inside. Mingjue shivered watching the two of them, and his cock twitched heavily in his sweatpants.

He glanced over to Xichen, whose hands were balled into fists at the sides of his slacks. His teeth worried at his lip to the point that it was swollen red, but most importantly, Mingjue could see that Xichen’s cock was straining against the fabric caging it, throbbing and twitching in his pants. And… Mingjue could demand to go next and fuck into Huaisang’s hot, tight, lube-slick ass, but after all, Xichen was helping him to (hopefully) keep Huaisang in line from now on.

“You can go next, Xichen,” Mingjue offered, his voice low and rumbling.

“If you don’t mind,” Xichen whispered, looking like he was about to explode from sheer horniness at any second.

Mingjue thought that maybe Xichen would bust his nut in Huaisang very quickly, and then Mingjue would be able to take a turn for as long as he wanted, really teach Huaisang a lesson through his body. Even the thought made him so hot that he had to take a moment to just breathe calmly. How had he fallen so far so quickly? This was—it was wrong, wasn’t it?

But his dick really didn’t think it was.

Huaisang whimpered into his gag as Meng Yao pulled out, Meng Yao’s cock softening slowly. The look on Meng Yao’s face was very self-satisfied, and he tipped his head toward Mingjue and Xichen respectively. “I’ll be back in a moment; I’ll clean myself up first.”

“Of course, A-Yao,” Xichen said, as he walked toward Huaisang like a man possessed. “Take your time.”

Before he even took his cock out of his slacks, he pulled the globes of Huaisang’s ass apart to look at the pretty little hole between them, and Huaisang squealed, fighting against the straps again for a moment until Xichen released him and began petting and groping him instead.

“It’s okay, Huaisang,” Xichen cooed as he palmed Huaisang’s ass with one hand and made to take his cock out with the other. “You’re taking this very well. I’m proud of you. So pretty and good for us.”

Mingjue watched Xichen breed Huaisang with the same kind of relish he might watch his favorite genre of porn—which just so happened to be bondage, and forcible pleasure. How convenient and strange it was that the punishment Meng Yao had come up with was so in line with what Mingjue was already into.

Xichen’s stamina was not to be trifled with—the sun had changed positions from when Xichen started, and Huaisang’s small droplets of tears had turned into an overstimulated stream as Xichen fucked him through orgasm after orgasm. Xichen was flushed dark and trembling and moaning the entire time, but he just wouldn’t come. He murmured praise in between groans and gasps, and every time Huaisang wailed through another orgasm with no breaks, Xichen took just a moment to stop and manhandle Huaisang’s ass until the whole thing was just a bit pink.

After a while, Meng Yao returned to the room looking as put together as he usually did, and he took a seat on the couch to the side, watching his friends play with their helpless little didi. Mingjue had migrated to Huaisang’s head, petting along Huaisang’s long hair and fiddling with the clasp on the ball gag from time to time.

“Where’d you get all this?” Mingjue asked to Meng Yao.
Meng Yao waved the question off with his usual smile. “Don’t worry about it, Da-ge. I can bill you for it later.”

Mingjue sighed, but he couldn’t be too annoyed at the moment, because Huaisang presently seemed like he was trying to nuzzle into Mingjue’s crotch. Mingjue unclasped the ball gag and let the spit-covered thing drop to the floor, holding Huaisang affectionately by the hair as Huaisang turned his teary eyes up toward Mingjue.

Huaisang sniffed in, and when he spoke it was in an exceptionally whiny tone. “Da-geeee! It’s too—it’s too much! I can’t—I’m—ah!”

Xichen groaned as Huaisang’s ass squeezed tight around him again, but he didn’t stop fucking Huaisang even for a moment. He got no breaks at all.

“If you want to start on me too, didi,” Mingjue started, and he couldn’t believe he was saying this, “you could suck me off. You’re not getting out of this, though.”

Huaisang sniffled again, his mouth open and warm and only separated from Mingjue’s dick by two layers of fabric. Mingjue could feel the warmth of Huaisang’s breath on his dick, and a shiver went down his spine. After a moment, Huaisang nodded.

When Mingjue fed his cock into Huaisang’s mouth, Huaisang sobbed a little bit, but he was a good boy and sucked dutifully on the sensitive head of Mingjue’s cock. Without even being asked, Huaisang ran his tongue down into Mingjue’s foreskin and swirled the wet muscle around.

Mingjue groaned and thrusted just a little deeper into Huaisang’s mouth, and Huaisang hiccuped in response. A fresh gush of tears dripped down Huaisang’s cheeks, but he kept his pretty eyes on Mingjue. They fluttered a little bit each time Xichen thrust all the way in, and Mingjue was entirely transfixed by Huaisang’s appearance. He loved seeing his cock going bit by bit into Huaisang’s mouth, into his throat.

Incest felt even better than Mingjue had thought it would, the forbidden nature of the mouth he was in making it all the sweeter.

“Should I be done, Da-ge?” Xichen asked a little while later, his tone surprisingly polite for a man balls deep in Mingjue’s little brother. “I’m close already. I could keep going though, I—I’m very good at self-restraint.”

Mingjue pulled out of Huaisang’s swollen, pouting mouth with an expectant look. Huaisang could answer that question for himself, Mingjue thought.

“Please, Xichen-gege,” Huaisang begged so sweetly, so desperately, with his voice ruined from how his throat had been used. “Please come in me—please, I can’t take it anymore!”

Still, Xichen looked at Mingjue first for permission, and Mingjue nodded after a moment. He thought probably Huaisang wouldn’t forget this day for a long time, but more than that, he really wanted to feel Huaisang’s messy ass clenching hard around his cock for himself.

“You’re doing so well for us, Huaisang,” Xichen groaned as he held Huaisang perfectly still by the hips, driving his cock deep inside before letting his load out.

Huaisang squirmed and cried out hoarsely, coming again for the umpteenth time. Mingjue really didn’t know how many orgasms he’d had already—and he supposed it didn’t really matter. The entire point of this was that it was about the three of them and their pleasure; they wouldn’t be done on Huaisang’s account, only in their own time.

Xichen pet Huaisang’s waist and ass again for several moments while he remained inside Huaisang’s tight warmth. He only pulled out when he was ready to, and Mingjue could see a bit of a wet patch along the front of his button-down shirt and his slacks.

“I might need to use your washer,” Xichen said with an embarrassed sort of smile.

“Whatever you need, Xichen,” Mingjue grunted, already making his way to the other side of the breeding bench. He didn’t care what Xichen needed right now—he cared about finally burying his dick into his little brother. “Borrow my clothes, whatever. It’s fine.”

“I’ll help you find something suitable,” Meng Yao said, jumping up once again from his spot on the couch. “Let’s leave them alone for a little bit.”

The room wasn’t quite empty when Mingjue began to stuff his oversized cock into Huaisang’s soft and thoroughly-fucked hole, but soon enough Meng Yao and Xichen had retreated down the hall to sort Xichen out. Huaisang tensed against his bonds, but Mingjue’s hands on his waist stayed firm, administering his punishment without letting up at all.

“Da-ge, please, please, please, please, please,” Huaisang begged, his voice getting soggy and watery by the time just half of Mingjue’s cock was in him.

Mingjue was in heaven, almost—even though he was pretty sure this kind of behavior meant that he would reincarnate as a beetle in his next life, or worse. He couldn’t bring himself to care when pure, almost-magical pleasure engulfed his entire cock, held snug inside Huaisang’s perfect chubby body.

“You’re lucky you already sucked me,” Mingjue growled as he began to thrust for real, and he felt Huaisang come on his cock for the first time. “Otherwise we’d be here until the sun goes down.”

Huaisang full-body shuddered at that, and he turned to look over his shoulder at Mingjue. “Da-ge, you’d kill me. You’d kill me with your dick.”

From the way Huaisang looked—wrecked yes, crying yes, messy and disheveled—Mingjue thought that Huaisang really didn’t hate the idea, and he felt his balls draw up tight.

“You slut, you fucking slut,” Mingjue gasped, burying himself deeper still just to see the way Huaisang moaned. “How many times have you come untouched today?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I really don’t know! Da-ge, please have mercy—I’m gonna come again!”

With each thrust, Huaisang’s ass jiggled so appealingly, and Huaisang made such filthy sounds. Was it really any wonder that Mingjue couldn’t hold it back any longer when he felt Huaisang clenching down on his cock for the second time, when it felt like Huaisang’s body never wanted to let him go?

“Fuck,” Mingjue groaned, clutching hard enough to bruise Huaisang’s waist as he came as deep inside Huaisang as he could go. It felt like his orgasm went on and on forever, his ears ringing and his insides shivering like a million ants were trekking from his feet to his skull and back again.

Eventually, he came back down, and he pulled out amidst the golden glow of the late afternoon sunlight filtering in from the windows. It cast an amber glow over Huaisang’s fluttering, puffy hole, abused so thoroughly and drooling from all the come that had been stuffed inside.

“Da-ge, will you untie me now?” Huaisang whimpered, pathetic and wet and ruined. “I really don’t think I can take any more.”

Mingjue circled around the breeding bench once more, appreciating the way Huaisang’s body was so crudely, basely presented. He and the fingerprint bruises and his pink ass and his used hole were displayed so well, showcasing one of the only things Huaisang was actually good at.

It was almost a shame, that he’d have to unstrap Huaisang at all. How nice would it be for Mingjue to come home from a long Night Hunt and be able to relieve all his stress the moment he walked in through the door?

But, all nice things had to end. Mingjue bent down a little so that he could look Huaisang in the eye, so that he’d know Mingjue was being serious.

“You understand that this’ll happen again if you misbehave?” Mingjue asked severely, holding Huaisang’s chin between his thumb and index finger.

Huaisang looked up at him, thoroughly dazed and flushed and fucked out, but he still gave an answer. “Mhmm.”

Mingjue smiled, just a small one. He figured Huaisang had earned at least that much, for taking such a thorough punishment with such minimal complaint. “Good boy, didi. I’ll see you for saber training after your classes tomorrow, then.”