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Jeongin rushed out of the classroom with his eyes trained on the ground, escaping through the crowd of students in the hallway. He needed to get out. Breathe some air. Calm his rapidly beating heart.

Since he was already up here, he didn't even try to go for the exit. He'd seen the little side door on his way up, and now he was glad that he'd remembered it. A few quick steps later, he pushed it uopen and walked up the grey concrete stairs. He skipped a few steps, pushing open the metal door at the top and stumbled outside onto the rooftop. Finally, he could breathe again.

The professor had been right, of course. Being late on his first day to college made a bad impression. How was he supposed to explain that the only bus passing his city that went to college only came once an hour, and it wasn't even his fault that he'd missed it? With the amount of nervousness he'd already been feeling all morning about starting class and then being late that that, Jeongin was surprised he hadn't bursted out into tears in front of the entire class.

Now he was starting to breathe again, slowly walking towards the railing to take a look down. But as he stepped away from the door, he suddenly caught a whiff of something sweet in the air. Not sweet like the smell of a bakery or a flower field. Something more...deep. Herbal. Almost an assault on his senses. With a frown, Jeongin turned around, when he was suddenly met with two unfamiliar faces.

"Oh, sorry, I..."

Jeongin straightened his arms at his sides, quickly giving the clearly older students a bow. One of them grinned and snorted, the other was just watching him silently. He was holding a joint between his fingers, smoke coming out of his mouth now. So that's what that smell was.

Jeongin's eyes widened for a second when he realized that the guy wasn't having a cigarette out here.

"Are you one of the newbies?" The guy with the grin asked now.

"A-ah yeah, I'm a freshman," Jeongin replied quickly.

"I see. Who did you run from?"

"Uh— what?"

The guy made a small pout now. His cheeks looked really round and squishy, Jeongin noticed.

"You came up here like someone's been chasing you. Are you a troublemaker? On your first day already?"

"Oh, no no," Jeongin stuttered, quickly shaking his head. "I'm just— I just needed to breathe some air."

The guy chuckled.

"What's your name?"

"Jeongin."

"Major?"

"Biochemistry."

"Woah," the guy said, blinking a few times. "Hyung, I think he's one of those smart kids."

"Not smart enough not to come up here," the other guy now spoke up. His whole demeanor made Jeongin really nervous, his voice sending chills down Jeongin's back.

"Um, I can leave—" Jeongin started, but the first guy shook his head.

"Don't listen to him, he just doesn't like new people. Hyung's always like this at first. Don't be intimidated by his act, he's a softie. I'm Jisung, by the way. I study music."

Jeongin just nodded, not quite knowing what to say.

"Hyung, you've had it for too long," Jisung whined now, pouting dramatically at his mean looking friend. The guy sighed and grabbed for Jisung's jaw. Jeongin felt like he was witnessing something he wasn't supposed to see as the guy brought the blunt up to Jisung's lips and made him take a deep inhale, sighing when the smoke left his mouth again.

"Um... I'll get going," Jeongin muttered, not wanting to intrude on the two any longer.

"Wait. You want a puff?" Jisung asked now, taking the little roll from the other guy's hand and offering it to Jeongin.

"Oh, no thank you, I'm good." Jeongin quickly hid his arms behind his back, trying to take a few steps towards the exit door.

"Have you ever tried, though?" Jisung asked.

"Um, no I haven't. I'm not curious, thanks. It was so nice meeting you, Jisung-ssi, and uh..."

"Minho," Jisung helped out.

"Minho-ssi," Jeongin finished, giving them another quick bow. Then, he rushed towards the door, ripping it open with too much force before scurrying down the stairs, disappearing back into the college building while trying to forget this weird encounter.

"He's cute."

Jisung looked up at Minho, a small smirk forming on his lips.

"Is this your corruption kink speaking?"

Minho rolled his eyes. Jisung took another hit from their shared joint, and this time Minho stole the air right from his mouth in a smoke-filled kiss.

"I wanna have him."

Jisung chuckled at that, slapping Minho's chest playfully.

"You have me!"

"Yeah, but you already do everything I want. No fun playing with you that way."

Jisung scoffed.

"Are you saying one boyfriend isn't enough for you?"

"Never said that. I'm not trying to romance the boy."

"Of course you aren't. You're just horny." Jisung rolled his eyes.

"And you're not?" Minho cocked up a brow.

"Okay maybe you have a point. Let's invite him to a hangout soon," Jisung agreed.

"We need to tell the group. He needs to adjust to his surroundings slowly or he'll be running before he gets to know us."

"Right. We can ease him into it," Jisung chuckled. "He'll love it."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Jeongin looked at his phone, then back at the apartment door. This was the address Jisung had given him. He had triple checked it and made sure to have someone on speed-dial. Jisung had seemed nice enough when inviting him to come hang out with some friends, but he didn't exactly trust someone who got high on the rooftop of a college building.

Jeongin didn't have any close friends in his own classes yet, so he didn't have anyone to inform about his absence from the dorms. Still, he wanted to give it a chance. He'd promised himself to be more outgoing once he lived on campus. It would be good for his social life to meet some new people. And if they were all his seniors, maybe that could be quite an advantage.

Jeongin tried his best to tamper down the anxiety when he finally reached out to knock on the door. A moment later, Jisung opened the door.

"Jeonginnie, you came!" He exclaimed, suddenly pulling Jeongin into a hug.

"Don't be shy, yeah? Feel at home. This is Binnie's place, his parents are on the wealthier side so he has an apartment off-campus. We always meet here because there's a non-smoking policy at the dorms, and because you just can't have any fun there," Jisung rambled on while he pulled Jeongin inside, dragging him into the living room.

There, a group of people was already sitting on the couch and the floor, lazing all over each other.

"Guys, attention please! This is the new freshman I met last week. He studies something with biology."

"Biochemistry," Jeongin said quietly, but no one really heard him.

"What's his name again?" One guy asked. Jisung looked at him expectantly, and Jeongin could feel his heart beating a little faster. God damn it, he really needed to get his anxiety in check.

"I'm Jeongin. Uh, thanks for having me."

"Jeongin. Cute. How old are you?" The guy asked, giving Jeongin a not-so-subtle once-over that earned him an elbow into his chest from someone next to him.

"I'm 19," Jeongin replied.

"Okay, so," Jisung spoke up again, pointing at the guy who was still checking Jeongin out, now at least trying to keep up the facade of being polite about it. "That is Changbin. Don't mind his weird comments, he has a complex because the guy he likes doesn't like him back."

"I'm not in love with—!"

"Not this again," someone behind him groaned, kicking Changbin's shoulder from the couch and making Changbin stare back with a glare.

"That's Seungmin. He's also a freshman, like you! But we've known him forever, so he's no newcomer here."

Jeongin nodded, giving Seungmin a small bow as well.

"These people are insane, you just gotta ignore what comes out of their mouth and they'll be funny to be around," Seungmin explained. "Don't believe them anything."

Jeongin let out a small chuckle. He had a feeling that guy was actually quite amusing.

"Seungmin's just a little mean, you'll get used to it," Jisung said, resting his hand on Jeongin's shoulder. "That's Minho, you already know him."

Jeongin gave Minho a nod, who returned it with an unreadable expression.

"That on the couch is Chan. Channie, wave!"

A big looking guy with a dimple smile waved back at Jeongin, who returned it shyly. It definitely looked a bit odd—a whole ass adult man sitting in midst of a bunch of college students. But Jeonging wasn’t one to judge. He was just glad he was invited by these people.

"Channie hyung is a professor at our university. He's technically not allowed to participate in anything we do, but if you won't tell it's gonna be fine. You just have to keep your mouth shut, yeah?"

"O-oh, okay," Jeongin muttered, looking a bit taken aback. "Why does a professor hang out with students?" He asked, letting out a nervous laugh in attempt to calm his nerves.

"People my age are no fun," Chan explained. "When it comes to having some real fun, younger people are the ones who know what's good. Trust me. You'll get it one day."

"Creepy grandpa," Seungmin commented, but Chan ignored him, seeming used to that kinda thing. Jeongin didn't know how to feel about Chan's words, but he gave him the benefit of the doubt. If an older guy like him enjoyed the company of these people, then maybe they weren't too bad after all.

"Hyunjin can't come today," Jisung explained now. "He's got a deadline to meet, so he's locked inside his room for the upcoming hours or days, nobody knows. He'll come crawling back soon enough."

"Felix texted he's coming in a bit," Changbin informed them with a glance at his phone.

"Great, we'll introduce you then. Take a seat, we were gonna play some games," Jisung ordered, already looking excited.

Jeongin nodded and awkwardly walked over to the others sitting on the floor, taking a seat next to Changbin. Jisung flopped down in Minho's lap, who had apparently just rolled another joint and held it out for Jisung to light. Jeongin watched in silent fascination how they passed the little roll back and forth, until the other noticed and all wanted a drag.

Chan seemed to melt into the couch after taking his first puff. He let out a long breath and a small chuckle before taking another one. His head rested back against the couch, neck on full display. Seungmin soon complained about Chan keeping it for too long, but instead of handing it over, Chan offered it to Jeongin. Everyone was quiet now, looking at him.

"Ah... Thanks, but I'll pass."

Chan quirked up an eyebrow.

"You don't smoke, kid?"

"Um, no. I don't."

"Why not?" Chan asked, still holding out the blunt to Jeongin.

"I just... I believe it's bad."

Chan studied his face for a moment.

"You... believe it's bad?"

Jeongin cleared his throat.

"Yes. I'm a Christian and I believe it's not right to smoke. But you guys do what you want, I don't— I mean, I don't think it's cool, but you do you."

Minho suddenly clicked his tongue.

"You're a Christian, huh?"

"Hyung," Jisung warned, nudging against his chest. He sent Minho a meaningful look, but Minho only let out a breathy little chuckle. This guy was really uncanny, Jeongin decided.

"Do you have a problem with gay people?" Minho asked, completely straight-forward.

"I don't care what other people do," Jeongin replied. "My beliefs are only for me."

Minho raised one eyebrow.

"So do you think it's right or wrong to be gay?"

Jeongin opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He was clearly uncomfortable with the question, but he supposed it was a justified one.

"I don't know. I'm not gay, so it doesn't really concern me. I have no problem with queer people at all."

"You're straight?" Seungmin asked now, sounding almost surprised.

"Huh?" Jeongin blinked up at him.

"Didn't think so," Seungmin added.

"I— what? Do I look...?"

Seungmin gave him a small smirk.

"Minho hyung, I bet you 50 bucks he won't last a week after meeting Hyunjin."

"Deal," Minho said from the side. Jeongin awkwardly looked between them.

"I'm, um... I'm not attracted to men."

"Shame," Changbin muttered under his breath, but Jeongin picked it up. He tried to act like he didn't hear it, though.

"Give it some time" Jisung said, waving it off.

"What..?"

"Seungmin also thought he was straight at one point," Jisung pointed out.

"I was thirteen," Seungmin groaned.

"Yeah! Some people take longer than others to figure themselves out!"

"Just because you and Minho have been in love since you were toddlers doesn't mean that's normal," Seungmin shot back.

"Oh, are you...?" Jeongin looked over to Jisung, who was still sitting in Minho's lap.

Minho gave him a piercing look, and Jeongin's gaze flickered away again.

"We're dating, yeah," Jisung confirmed.

"I'm not dating anyone," Changbin suddenly said, leaning a bit closer to Jeongin.

"We can all tell," Seungmin muttered dryly.

Changbin scoffed at him before looking back to Jeongin.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Jeongin shook his head.

"If you're Christian, are you even allowed to have a girlfriend?" Changbin asked now.

"Yah, he's Christian, not a Mormon or something," Jisung cut in.

"I'm allowed, yeah," Jeongin replied.

"Mh. Girls aren't really the deal, though, are they? Like, do you actually...? Or is it just 'cause everyone you know is a hetero?" Changbin asked, sounding a bit doubtful.

"It's not like that..." Jeongin frowned lightly. "I just... I like girls."

"But have you tried?" Changbin asked.

"He's right, you never know unless you try," Jisung agreed enthusiastically. "Like, one time I did it with a girl, and after that I knew it wasn't for me. But you'd have to make an experience to know for sure."

Jeongin blinked between them.

"Um... I think I'm good," he chuckled, awkwardly looking away.

"You guys talk too much," Chan said, who had been the only one playing a game on the TV screen before them the entire time.

"He'll see if he likes guys or not soon enough. Everyone tries it at some point, he won't miss out on that."

"You're probably right," Jisung said.

"Is someone finally going to play with me?" Chan asked. He was met with loud enthusiasm and soon, four controllers were passed between them, giving everyone a chance to play.

Jeongin had gotten relatively comfortable in his spot, realizing that these guys could actually be really fun. Seungmin had a dry humor, but he seemed okay. He was less childish than Changbin and Jisung, who just seemed to be wrestling more than playing the actual game. Chan seemed to be having a good time as well, though he sent Jeongin looks every now and then that made him feel a lot smaller than he really was.

The only one who stayed uncanny the entire time was Minho. He kept one arm around Jisung's waist, even while playing, and sometimes stared at Jeongin for extended periods of time until Jeongin was practically squirming in his spot. Whenever Jisung noticed, he scolded his boyfriend and told him to be nice to the 'new kid,' as he'd come to call Jeongin. Minho would listen, but eventually go back to staring anyway.

When there was a knock at the door, Chan had just won a round of the game, cheering for himself while Jisung groaned in defeat. Changbin slapped his thigh with a laugh.

"Loser gets the door!"

Jisung stuck his tongue out at Changbin, but obliged and went to answer the door.

"Lixie!" Changbin looked up excitedly when Jisung came back, now followed by a blond guy with a freckled face.

"Hi guys. You playing? I brought brownies."

There was cheering from all around, and soon Jeongin also got his hands on a piece of the baked goods.

"Hi, I'm Felix. You must be the boy thing Minho talked about." Felix gave him a warm smile, offering a small bow. Jeongin quickly returned it, his mouth still full of delicious brownie. He had to admit, Felix was really talented at baking.

"Felix is Hyunjin’s best friend, his parents don’t know he’s hanging out with us. You can never mention it to anyone, they’ll ground him,” Jisung explained.

"Oh. Um. Nice to meet you. I'm Jeongin." Felix nodded and sat down somewhere as well. Then Jeongin's gaze flickered back over to Minho. What had he told them about Jeongin? Why had Felix called him a 'boy thing?' Jeongin had many questions and no answers.

"Where's Jinnie?" Felix asked.

"Holed up in his room. Probably high as a kite," Chan replied, already picking the next round for the game.

"Oh, deadlines again?"

"Yep."

“Probably another portrait of his dad,” Seungmin muttered under his breah, chuckling to himself.

"What's Hyunjin's major?" Jeongin asked, wanting to know what they all meant by that.

"He's an art major," Felix explained. "Hyunjin is a really talented artist, he can draw for days on end when he's in the flow."

Jeongin looked impressed at that.

"Woah. Why does he draw his dad, then?” Jeongin asked, looking up at Seungmin. The others went silent at that, also staring at Seungmin now. The boy only let out a snort, about to speak, when Felix interrupted him.

“Hyunjin’s dad doesn’t live with him anyome. Left when he was 15.” He looks up to glare at Seungmin, who only has a grin on his face.

“Oh. I didn’t know that. I also grew up without my parents,” Jeongin admitted. Seungmin’s eyes met his in that moment, and for some reason, Jeongin felt a cold shudder going down his back. It didn’t make any sense, but he couldn’t help it.

“Hyunjin often draws his father. In all sorts of…scenarios. He’s made at least a hundred drawings of him in the last year,” Changbin said, sounding slightly weirded out by his own words.

“That’s pretty cool. I don't know if I could find that much inspiration," Jeonging said with an almost reverent expression.

"Oh, we help him out with that," Changbin chuckled. "We're his muses."

"You wish," Minho said.

"I'm very inspiring!" Changbin yelled, offended.

"Yeah, you inspire my throat to choke up this brownie," Minho shot back with too much calmness for a normal human being.

"I'll put other things in your throat!" Changbin threatened.

"Yeah I'd like to see you fucking try," Minho scoffed. "I'll make you eat tissues too if you touch me."

"I'm so sick of you," Changbin grumbled, turning away from Minho.

"Someone's moody because their wife has been locked up for two days," Seungmin said with a smirk.

"I'll kill you all," Changbin complained. "For the last fucking time, I'm not in love with Hyunjin—"

"Don't listen to him," Felix said to Jeongin now. "Binnie hyung is madly in love with Hyunjin, but Hyunjin isn't, so he's always salty when we bring it up. Hyunjin only likes Seungmin."

"You're so delusional," Changbin complained.

Jeongin just nodded, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the whole drama.

"Um, actually. I should go now," Jeongin suddenly announced. The moment he spoke up, Minho's eyes were on him. Cold and sharp as ever.

"So early? Lix just came," Jisung pouted.

"I don't wanna be late in the morning, I don't live on campus," Jeongin explained.

"You don't? Where do you live?" Felix asked.

"I live in a small city 50 minutes from here. It's the only place I could afford, so..."

There was stunned silence for a moment.

"Oh... You drove all the way here?" Felix asked. "Do you at least have a car?"

Jeongin shook his head. He didn't know why he felt embarrassed, but he did.

"What direction do you live?" Chan asked now.

"Um, I'm not sure. It's somewhere above on the map. A bit on the right."

"I come from a similar direction. Maybe I could pick up up for college," Chan offered. Jeongin didn't know how to reply. He didn't want to be rude to Chan and say that he'd rather use the bus. But something told him that it wasn't a good idea.

"I don't wanna burden you. I'm fine taking the bus, the ticket is probably less expensive than gas money anyways," Jeongin explained.

"Aish, you don't have to pay gas money. We're friends now, aren't we? Friends help each other out. I'll drive you home, how about that?" Chan got up, not giving Jeongin a moment to reply.

The others only grinned knowingly as Chan started gathering his stuff and grabbing his car keys. Jeongin tried not to think of the fact that Chan had smoked earlier. Sure, he didn't seem particularly high, but he was still under the influence of drugs and intended to drive Jeongin all the way home. Still, he didn't want to be rude. So he followed Chan to the door and bid everyone goodbye, promising to hang out again soon before leaving.

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"Fuck," Minho groaned as soon as they were out of the door. "I'm so hard."

"Of course you are. He's just a kid," Changbin said.

"Minnie's a freshman too," Felix pointed out.

"I don't act like a virgin, though. And I'm not a Christian," Seungmin added, giving Minho a knowing look.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Minho sighed, grabbing Jisung's hips tightly. He pulled him closer onto his lap, shamelessly grinding up again his ass and throwing his head back. Changbin snorted.

"Someone doesn't have a lot of self-control," he laughed.

"Shut the fuck up and let me enjoy this," Minho snarled at him. Changbin rolled his eyes.

"This is all because Hyunjin isn't here. Now you suddenly feel special because you've got a boyfriend."

Jisung giggled, pushing his hips back, rolling his weight over Minho's crotch on purpose.

"He's so...fuck. Should've asked him...if he's a virgin," Minho panted, rutting his hips up in ernest now.

"I thought you preferred sluts," Felix teased.

"I'll make him one," Minho moaned, gripping Jisung's waist tighter.

"Fuck, Sungie..."

"I know, baby. He's so cute." Jisung sighed a little, almost unbothered by his boyfriend's nearing climax.

"I wonder how Chan's doing. Jeongin really seems to be his type," Changbin thought out loud.

"Mh. Probably fondling his thighs in the car," Seungmin said.

"Ugh, I can't think about these things while Hyunjin's gone," Changbin groaned, his voice almost a bit whiny. "Lix...?"

"No chance," Felix replied, taking another one of his brownies out of the lunchbox he'd brought.

"But..."

"I'm not a bottom, I don’t care if you have a thing for my freckles," Felix declared. "If you're that desperate, beg Seungmin or something."

Changbin sighed.

"I'd rather suffer than ask that sadist for anything," he said.

"Too bad," Seungmin replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I'm gonna ruin him," Minho rasped as he came in his shorts against Jisung's ass.

"Do you think he'll bottom, though?" Changbin asks, unfazed by Minho's actions.

"He will," Minho panted, coming down from his orgasm. "Do I look like I'll ask him nicely or something?"

"Hyung, I told you to take it slow. If you pounce on him right away you'll scare of off," Jisung muttered, pressing a kiss to Minho's cheek.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. But with Hyunjin gone it's... Ugh. It's harder to stay composed."

"You're one to talk," Changbin said, almost offended. "You've still got Jisung."

"Hey," Jisung frowned, pouting. "You know I only top as well. Having Hyunjin around isn't the same as some grinding and giving head."

"You're so weird," Changbin said.

"Kink shaming alarm!" Felix yelled and continued to make a siren-like sound while pretending to press a buzzer.

"Sorry," Changbin grumbled. This was one of the rules all of them followed very strictly—the only one they had ever been able to fully agree on. And if any of them broke it, they'd at least own up to it and apologize. All of them followed this rule like law, though it wasn’t their only one.

"We all want Hyunjin back, but you have to keep it together around Jeongin if you want anything out of this," Seungmin said. All of them nodded in agreement.

“Like you’re not the first to prey on others,” Changbin said under his breath, but it went mostly ignored.

"I really wanna see that new guy with Hyunjin as well," Felix said. "Is he gay?"

"Nope. Not yet," Jisung laughed. "He's a Christian. So he doesn't smoke."

"Oh damn, is he, like, homophobic or something?" Felix asked in surprise.

"Didn't seem like it. He said he has no problem with gay people, he's just not attracted to men," Changbin explained.

"I'll change his mind," Minho huffed.

"I think he's scared of you," Jisung giggled.

"Even better."

"Stop being so horny, it's not fair," Changbin whined. "Not when Hyunjin's still—"

"Oh my god, just rub one out!" Seungmin groaned in annoyance.

"That'd just be a waste," Changbin huffed.

"Waste my ass. Your existence is a waste of space but you don’t see me whining about that."

Changbin half-efficiently ignored Seungmin’s harsh comment. He looked over to Jisung now, who was still sitting comfortably over Minho's crotch.

"You’re not even gonna share your boyfriend privileges with us..." He pouted, giving Minho a hopeful look.

"I'm not Hyunjin," Jisung said, rolling his eyes.

"Sorry, yeah, I know. I don't mean... I just... Nevermind."

"Seungmin's right, just rub one out," Minho said now. "It'll be good for you. You'll stop whining. Chan is probably also doing everything to keep it together right now. That freak can never keep his hands to himself when he's around kids like Jeongin. At least you can touch yourself, Channie's probably being blue-balled right now because mister 'I'm straight' is a big ball of anxiety."

Changbin sighed in defeat, unbuckling his belt.

"Fine. You joining me, Seungmin-ah?"

Seungmin nodded wordlessly, pushing down his sweatpants without missing a beat. Felix sent them both a smirk but said nothing as the two men spit into their hands and started stroking their hardened dicks.

Felix got out his phone then, hitting record.

"You're missing out, Hyung," Felix said, referring to Hyunjin.

"You gonna send this to him?" Changbin asked, sounding breathless already. Felix hummed, confirming the question. At that, Changbin let out a raspy sound.

"Hurry up with your project, Jinnie," he said, "I miss you." Felix grinned, zooming in a bit to get a better view of just Changbin tugging on his cock desperately.

"I bet you miss him too, hyung," Felix said next to his phone, lowering his voice on purpose. He was very aware of Hyunjin's thing for his voice, and it wasn't a question whether Hyunjin was going to get off to this video. So he might as well give him a treat.

Felix zoomed out again, now shifting the phone to Seungmin. He looked mostly relaxed, head fallen back against the couch, one arm spread to the side, sweatpants tugged down just enough to free his dick. He was less desperate than Changbin, but his furrowed brows and muttered swearing gave away that he, too, was missing Hyunjin a lot.

Changbin finished first, because of course he did. Biting his lip, he came all over his fist, moaning Hyunjin's name. Felix suddenly turned the phone, recording Jisung sitting on Minho's lap with a bag of chips in front of them. He was snacking away, watching the whole thing like it was his personal entertainment show. Felix snickered, but then turned the camera back to Seungmin.

He knew Hyunjin had a special liking towards the younger guy. Seungmin was probably the most sadistic out of all of them, and Hyunjin thrived on his cruelty. None of them really understood the nature or the depth of their relationship, but they all knew that Hyunjin belonged to Seungmin—in whatever way that may be. So seeing him like this was probably going to rile up Hyunjin a lot, and if they were lucky, enough for him to open the magical door of his dorm room and find one of them to relief himself of the pent up energy.

Though, Hyunjin was committed to his studies. Painting was the only thing he loved as much as dick, and it was hard to convince him to come out with them when he had deadlines nearing. They were all aware of how much it meant to him, so they usually respected it when he locked himself in to focus on his art. But with Jeongin now thrown into the mix, things were different. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

"We all miss you very much," Felix spoke in a sultry voice while slowly zooming in on Seungmin, who was speeding up his motions now.

"You'll love our new friend as well. Minnie and Minho placed bets on how long it'll take him to fuck you."

Felix had kept his voice down, but it was quiet enough for Seungmin to hear. With a small gasp he finally came, letting out a string of quiet, airy moans.

"Come back soon," Felix said before cutting the camera. He had a mischievous smile on his face as he sent the video into their group-chat with Hyunjin.

They only got an answer later that night from Hyunjin. Which wasn't a surprise, since Hyunjin didn't use his phone while drawing, usually only using it for music or references. But around 11pm, he finally replied to the video.

Hyunjin

Hot

Binnie came so fast

Miss me a lot?

Changbin

Very much

But seeing the new guy had me on edge as well

It's not fair that Minho's the only one with a boyfriend

Hyunjin

That boy Minho talked about?

How is he?

Felix

You saw my video!

How'd you like it?

Hyunjin

🍾

Felix

Knew it

Hyunjin

Thanks for the treat, mate

It's been a long day

Felix

You deserve it for always treating us so well

Changbin

The new guy's cute

Minho likes him an unhealthy amount because he's innocent

Minho

He's a virgin, I'm telling you

Hyunjin

Ohhhhh

I see

We'll train him, yes?

Minho

Obv

Wooyoung 2.o

Been waiting forever for a second chance

Chan

Guys

Felix

Omg Channie how was the ride earlier

Chan

I don't know if I can follow through with my offer

Minho

Knew it

Did you touch him?

You better not scare him off before I get a chance

Chan

Only his knee

No worries, he didn't freak out

But I did

Guys I can't do it

I can't drive him every day

I don't have that kind of self control

Hyunjin

You can always touch him a liiiiittle bit

Bit by bit

Get him used to it so he won't question it later

Minho

Ask him if he's a virgin

Changbin

So much for not scaring him off

Chan

Jinnie how much longer till you're done with your project?

I'm not surviving this

Hyunjin

Aww

Someone desperate?

Chan

Seriously, how much longer?

It's been two days

Hyunjin

And you can't go that long without sex?

Felix

I'm smelling hypocrisy

Hyunjin

Like one or two more days

I have another project coming up that I at least wanna start before you guys defile me again

Chan

If I buy you Versace will you make an exception for me

Minho

I'll ruin your career

I'll release your sex tapes

I'll cut your throat open

I'll curse your entire bloodline

Chan

Okay okay

Message received

Pls hurry up, Hyunjin

Hyunjin

You guys have issues

Minho

I believe that's a shared trait

Now get to drawing

Chop chop

Hyunjin

-_-

Anyways good luck with that kid, Chan

Don't think about his age

Chan

Why are you doing this to me

Hyunjin

Because you're the closest thing I've ever met to a pedophile

Chan

Jeongin is not a child

I'm just into younger guys

I wouldn't actually touch a minor

I don't wanna go to jail

Hyunjin

What if it was legal?

Chan

...

Ethics.

Hyunjin

As if you have any

Felix

No kink shaming

Hyunjin

It's not kink shaming

It's kink teasing

Idc if Channie's into boys

Just don't get caught, you'll lose your job

Chan

Very encouraging

Thank you

I might die before I even get there though

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The next day, Chan drove Jeongin to college as promised. Jeongin felt a weird tension during the ride, and he shifted awkwardly in his seat whenever Chan touched his knee while talking or laughing about something. He shook it off, figuring that Chan was simply a very touchy person. He seemed friendly enough. He had a very prominent scent that helped Jeongin relax every time he sat next to Chan in the car. It was actually quite nice, and it helped him to slightly tone down the anxiety.

During the last days, he had gotten to know a guy one year older than him who also studied biochemistry. His name was Wooyoung, and he seemed like a really funny guy. They got along pretty well, and Wooyoung had been talking about introducing Jeongin to his boyfriend as well. He'd been a bit shy at first when talking about him, using the word 'partner' instead of boyfriend before quietly asking if Jeongin was cool with him being gay.

Jeongin had quickly reassured that he was supportive of Wooyoung's relationship, and had since been seeing more of Wooyoung's cheerful, bubbly side and heard a lot about his boyfriend. He was looking forward to meeting him soon.

He was sitting on a bench outside, Wooyoung with an iced coffee in his hand, rambling away, when there were suddenly two hands on the bench, caging in his shoulders from behind.

"Look who's hanging around with the weird kid," a voice said behind him, and Jeongin's head snapped around. Seungmin smirked, looking straight at Wooyoung, who had gone completely silent out of nowhere.

"What? Who's weird?" Jeongin asked, looking confused.

"Are you friends with Wooyoung?" Seungmin asked, still not looking at Jeongin. His eyes were fixed on Wooyoung, piercing his body. He was looking at the boy as if he could see something that no one else could. And Wooyoung looked away like he knew.

"Um, yes. So?"

"Oh, nothing. Everyone has to make their own experiences, huh? Just don't say I didn't warn you when he starts spreading lies about people. Easy guys like him can't be trusted."

Jeongin stared at Seungmin speechlessly.

"What are you talking about?"

Seungmin shrugged.

"If you wanna know, ask him what happened between him and Felix. I'm sure he'll be delighted to tell you. If you want the truth, though, you'll ask Felix directly. I wouldn't hang around with someone like that if I was you. It’s just asking for trouble."

With that, Seungmin turned around and walked away. Jeongin still couldn't believe what had just happened. Wide-eyed, he looked over at Wooyoung.

"What's he talking about?"

Wooyoung just looked down, shaking his head.

"It's, um, it’s nothing... Forget about it. I, uh... I didn't know you were friends with Seungmin."

Jeongin blinked a few times.

"Well, I was invited to their hangouts a few times. They seem like decent people. They're nice and funny. Do you know them?"

Wooyoung seemed nervous now, shrugging. He was scratching his arm over his sweatshirt, nearly hugging himself.

"I just... I used to be close, but... Yeah. I just didn't know you were friends with them. They're not really... Look, I can only advise you not to get close to them. If you still have a chance, get out of that group. It's for the best, trust me."

Jeongin frowned.

"They're all kind people, though. What's wrong with them?"

Wooyoung shook his head.

"They're pretending. They're not good people. They're stringing you in. I can't tell you... It’s just… I don’t wanna talk about my past. But take my advice, okay?"

Jeongin let his words sink in, wondering what could have possibly happened to turn Wooyoung against Seungmin and his friends.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Felix hyung?"

Felix looked over from the TV screen. They had met again a while later, and Felix was currently racing Jisung in a game.

"Yeah? What's up, Innie?"

Jeongin felt a bit weird at the nickname, but he was slowly getting used to it these days.

"Do you know Wooyoung?"

"Jung Wooyoung?" Felix asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah."

Felix let out a scoff, never taking his eyes off the screen.

"Yeah I do. Why?"

"Seungmin said you and him have a history. He told me to ask you what happened."

"Did he now?" Felix surpressed a smirk. He knew what Seungmin was doing, and he knew how to play along.

"Wooyoung is... Aish, you know how kids like him are. They're all nice and cool at the start until they show you their real colors."

"What happened? If it's okay to ask," Jeongin added.

"Well... You know. Wooyoung and me were pretty close. He was part of our friend group at some point, but I was especially close with him. Over time we developed into something more. Things happened. We took a new step in our relationship. Everything was fine until that San guy came around."

"San? Isn't that his boyfriend?" The question was kind of unnecessary. That name had been in Wooyoung's mouth every time they spoke ever since Wooyoung had come out to him.

"Yeah, I think so. San was jealous because he liked Wooyoung too, so he started spreading rumors about us. He told people that I had assaulted Wooyoung. We thought he was just being an asshole because he wanted Wooyoung, but then it turned out that Wooyoung was telling him these things. One day I caught him making out with San. That was the end of our relationship."

"I'm sorry," Jeongin said after a moment of silence. "I had no idea he was that kinda person."

"He doesn't seem like it. But he's insatiable. He's a real whore. Could never get enough. But then he goes and tells lies about me and my friends and sees other guys. And, you know, it would've been fine if it was one of us, but San..?" Felix clicked his tongue.

"San almost started a fight with Changbin once," Jisung said.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Because Changbin called Wooyoung a cockslut. Which is accurate. And Wooyoung never minded that title until his Sannie boy showed up, and suddenly Wooyoung started saying all these things and making us look like the villains. As if he wasn't begging for it on a dayly basis before."

Jeongin was rendered speechless once again. He had learned by now that his new friends had a quite liberal sex culture, so to say. They didn't shy away from discussing their intimate lives openly, and for some reason, Jeongin really liked that. There wasn't any awkwardness surrounding the topic. Only fun and honesty. They had told him at some point that they took respect of each other's preferences very seriously, despite never filling him in on any specifics of those preferences. He supposed it wasn't any of his business.

However, all of them seemed very fixated on Hyunjin. A guy he had yet to meet. Any time he was going to meet him, something came in between, and somehow they hadn't seen each other yet. Everyone in their group seemed to be very enthusiastic about Hyunjin, especially in a sexual context from what Jeongin could tell. He wasn't sure why, but it seemed almost as if all of them had some kind of situation going on with that boy.

When one day, he walked into Changbin's apartment and saw an unfamiliar face in midst the people, it was easy to guess who it was.

"Hi! You must be Jeongin," he greeted, and Jeongin quickly bowed.

"Yes, that's me."

"I'm Hyunjin. So nice to finally meet you."

"I heard a lot about you," Jeongin said, giving him a polite smile.

"Oh. I hope only good things," Hyunjin said, his eyes becoming smaller when he grinned.

"More than good," Jeongin assured him.

Hyunjin laughed, and Jeongin noticed how handsome he was. He had a buzz cut and dyed hair with interesting color patterns. He'd heard from someone that Hyunjin liked to draw on his hair, but to see it was totally different. He looked very artistic, just from a visual perspective. He definitely had the face of a model, Jeongin noted.

"There's been lots of talk about you."

"The guys always miss me," Hyunjin said with a little grin. Jeongin noticed that he had been rolling a joint before turning towards Seungmin and pouting at him.

Seungmin pulled out a lighter from his pocket without any words exchanged, and Hyunjin watched happily as he lit the end of the joint.

"Do you smoke, pretty?" Hyunjin asked, glancing at him with seductive eyes as he put the joint between his lips, then let the smoke stay in his mouth for a moment. It looked almost entrancing how it curled around his plush lips. The dangly earring on one side and the slight hint of eyeshadow on his face were only adding to the whole picture, and Jeongin found himself spellbound, unable to look away.

"Um, I don't really—"

"He's a goodie boy, Hyunjin," Jisung said with a teasing voice. "Goodies like him don't smoke. He's better than us."

Jeongin looked a bit embarrassed at that.

"It's not that, I really don't mind that you do it..."

"Is that so? Then why don't you try it?" Hyunjin asked, taking a puff and leaning his head back to blow out the smoke. He had this sultry edge to his voice, combined with a sharp gaze and a lethal face card, he was making Jeongin feel weak in the knees.

"Um. I'm just. I'm u-uh, I'm Christian, and I believe... it's not good for me. To...to smoke. It's bad for my body, so I..."

"And are energy drinks good for your body?" Hyunjin cocked up an eyebrow. "I heard you have quite a lot of those."

Jeongin swallowed hard.

"I know, yeah. It's a bad habit."

"This could be another...bad habit," Hyunjin said, his voice nearly a purr as he shifted closer to Jeongin. He took another drag before leaning in, breathing out the smoke against Jeongin's face softly.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Jeongin said, trying to lean away so slowly that it wouldn’t be noticable.

"How do you know that if you haven't tried?"

"I just... I don't wanna start, you know?" Jeongin said, finally ripping his gaze away. Shit. He'd stared into Hyunjin's deep eyes for way too long. There was something about his gaze that drew him in and made him addicted. How ironic.

"Whatever you say, pretty," Hyunjin chuckled. Yet, he didn't move away again. He continued to smoke right next to Jeongin. Usually, the others would start pouting and whining after thirty seconds max, demanding a drag of their shared stack. But this time, everyone only took glances at the two and left it. Jeongin wasn't sure why.

It took a while before he started feeling the effects. He supposed he'd been breathing in a bit too much of Hyunjin's smoke. He felt a bit light-headed, but somehow more calm. Almost a bit drowsy.

"You look relaxed," Felix commented. "I think this is doing you good."

"Hmm?" Jeongin asked, eyelids feeling too heavy when he looked at his friend. Felix just chuckled.

"Nothing."

"Innie," Hyunjin purred, suddenly reaching for Jeongin's jaw. Jeongin felt a hand cupping his chin, and he wasn't sure why but he didn't fight back. Only when he saw Hyunjin's other hand with the joint nearing his lips he tried to move his head away, but Hyunjin's grip was stronger.

"Just try it, pretty. Nothing wrong with having a little taste. Open your pretty lips, there you go. Take a drag, Innie. For me, hm?"

Jeongin tried to shake his head, but it was still being kept in place. He refused to suck on the roll between his lips that he couldn't get away from.

Suddenly, there was a hand on his neck, and another one on his nose, clamping it shut. The sudden action was enough to make Jeongin suck in a surprised breath. Smoke filled his lungs. He coughed hard.

"That's it. One more, baby."

Jeongin blinked slowly, trying to understand what was happening. He didn't quite have control over his body anymore. He had no idea how the others were still so calm. They must have been really used to this. He had no idea when or how it happened, but Jeongin found himself in Jisung's lap, Hyunjin feeding the joint to him repeatedly.

"Good boy," Hyunjin praised. "Feels good, doesn’t it? Just being a mindless little doll. You're a good boy, not like Wooyoung. And you won't talk to him again, won't you?"

Jeongin nodded sluggishly.

"That's right. You like sitting on Jisungie's lap, hm? Are you riling him up on purpose, baby?"

Jeongin only let out a confused sound at the question.

"Don't worry, pretty, I'll show you how to take care of a man. I'll teach you, baby. So you can do it too soon. You'll be a good doll, won't you?"

Hyunjin giggled as he sat back in Changbin's lap now, who groaned at the sudden friction over his crotch.

"Fuck, you think he'll remember this?" Changbin asked, already grinding up against Hyunjin's ass.

"Hmm, I don't know. Only time will tell. But he'll get used to it gradually and keep more of his memories. By the time you got him crying on cock, he won't care anymore."

Changbin moaned at his words.

"Fuck, you're such a whore. I bet you're just hoping he'll fuck you too."

Hyunjin giggled.

"Obviously. But I also want it for you guys after Wooyoung ran off. I know it was hard to find someone so naive again."

"Naive is a good word," Felix said in a low voice. He'd been watching quietly until now. "I'm sad Channie isn't here to see this. He'd cum in his pants just from seeing him like this."

"Fuck, yeah, I can't wait till Innie is ready for it. You gonna touch him today?" Hyunjin asked, excitement glistening in his eyes.

Jisung smirked.

"Not yet. He needs to suffer through this and go home hard so his body starts to crave this more."

"Ngh, I'm not gonna wait that long. Get on the fucking floor." Changbin pushed Hyunjin off his lap, who only giggled and arched his back.

"Fuck yeah, show Innie how to be a good cockslut. I've been dying to fuck your sloppy hole all day."

Hyunjin whined loudly, wiggling his hips until Changbin pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his pulsing hole. It looked red and puffy, and Changbin scoffed.

"You're already loose? Who have you been whoring yourself out for?"

"For hyung," Hyunjin moaned, completely self-satisfied.

"Of course it was Seungmin. Disgusting slut. Did he hit you again? Did he put his entire arm into you? I bet you've been begging him for cock all day till he spanked you red and raw."

Hyunjin let out shameless moans, reveling in Changbin's dirty talk until he was done lubing up his cock.

"I don't need to use a condom with you. You like to be bred like this, so open up."

Hyunjin giggled, still high, pulling on one of his cheeks to show his hole off to Changbin.

"Fuck me please, Binnie. Fuck me, fuck me, please daddy—"

"Shut up. You only call Channie that. You're so fucking desperate you don't even know who's fucking you. Shut up and take my cock."

With that, he pushed in all at once, knowing that Hyunjin could take it. He set a harsh pace from the start, sloppy sounds echoing around the room, combined with Hyunjin's high pitched whines and moans.

"Ah-hahhh, yes, yes, mhh fuck, missed you, god, fuck, harder—"

Changbin slapped him across the thigh harshly, making Hyunjin moan even louder.

"This is how a proper slut behaves," Changbin groaned, looking over at Jeongin while fucking his thick cock in and out of Hyunjin's abused hole. "Watch closely so you'll learn something."

He grabbed Hyunjin's hips and started slamming into him harshly. Hyunjin was a babbling mess, tears springing to his eyes, tongue lolling out at the side. Changbin moaned deeply at the feeling.

"I love fucking you, you're so fucking hot," he rasped, slapping Hyunjin's ass with one hand before going back to using him as a glorified fleshlight.

Jeongin was mostly gone at this point. For some reason he felt uncomfortable in his pants, but he couldn't really tell why. Everything was a bit weird at the moment, and he could only distantly make out the sounds of something wet slapping together.

Jisung ghosted a hand over his crotch, biting back a smirk.

"Take some pictures. You know. For safety reasons. Don't want our pretty plaything going around telling people if he remembers," he told Felix, who grinned and grabbed his phone. Jisung started unbuttoning Jeongin's pants and lowering the zipper, earning himself a sluggish whine when he pulled Jeongin's underwear down.

"Don't worry baby, I won't do anything. Yet." Jisung chuckled, flicking Jeongin's leaking tip. "Fuck, he's so wet. He leaks like a faucet. You seeing this, Hyunjin?"

Hyunjin let out a desperate moan at the sight.

"I want.. fuck, I wanna ride him till he passes out," Hyunjin whimpered, brows knitting together when Changbin hit a good spot inside of him.

"Don't worry, we'll pass him around just like you, and you'll get your turn," Felix promised him. "All good toys get passed around."

He patted Hyunjin's cheek a little before slapping it lightly, making Hyunjin moan shamelessly and grin.

"Again, Lix," he slurred, sounding out of his mind. Felix laughed and pulled Hyunjin's head up by his chin.

"You've already got Binnie filling your hole. Stop being greedy for five seconds so I can take these pictures."

He promptly dropped Hyunjin's head again and opened the camera on his phone. Grinning widely, he started taking pictures of a nearly passed-out Jeongin with Jisung still flicking his tip every now and then, just to hear Jeongin let out little pained whimpers.

"He looks so eager for it, it's almost a shame we still have to wait," Felix commented as he continued to take pictures.

"We should take one where it looks like someone came in him," Jisung suddenly said. They could hear a moan from behind them and didn't have to turn around to know it was Hyunjin.

"Me too, fuck, me too—"

"Yeah yeah, all desperate sluts get fucked and creampied, we know you're a bitch for that," Jisung said like it was an afterthought.

Hyunjin loved being treated like this. Like a slut. An object. A toy being passed around the friend group. Useful. They were seven people with uncommon sexual preferences that just so happened to match up nearly perfectly. The only problem they had soon been faced with when their group had formed years ago, was that, except for Hyunjin, all of them were pretty much exclusive tops. It had been a whole deal when Minho and Jisung had started dating and decided to be exclusive, only to realize that this wasn't gonna work out.

After a while, they’d had a talk, after which they had asked Hyunjin if he would be open to continue filling that role for them as a kind of third party in their relationship, for the sole purpose of giving both the boys a fulfilling sex life. Hyunjin had been more than eager to agree. He’d been fooling around with Seungmin way longer than any of them. No one really knew how exactly that had come to be, but Hyunjin liked feeling useful. So his place in the group had been clear from the start.

Seungmin was simply not able to find any other partner that could satisfy his sadistic nature. He hadn’t even tried, really. Hyunjin seemed sufficient for him, extremely eager to give himself up to become Seungmin's rope bunny or fulfill whatever deranged fantasies Seungmin had in store at any point. The others didn’t really ask about their sex life, lest they got traumatized by Hyunjin’s bruised body and horror stories about all the kinds of things Seungmin did to him in private. It was their thing, and it wasn’t questioned.

Minho often said that Seungmin wasn’t built for a romantic relationship in the first place. Him and Hyunjin weren’t really anything, but at the same time, they sometimes appeared to be more than even Minho and Jisung. It just couldn’t be explained. Both of them seemed content with their arrangement, though. Or at least, no one had heard any complaints so far.

Changbin didn't really lack in the relationship department, nor was he into anything too crazy to find someone for himself. He’d claimed he just wasn't interested in anything serious and committed at the moment, which made most of his friends believe that he was simply in love with Hyunjin and didn't want to admit it, since Hyunjin didn't reciprocate those feelings. Hyunjin loved no one like that, that was the deal. If they sometimes joked about him being Seungmin’s, that was unrelated.

When this arrangement had been in its early stages, Hyunjin had sat a very clear boundary, saying that he wanted all of this to stay in the frame of a close friendship, and that he wasn't open to sex with strangers, nor willing to build anything beyond friendship with any of them. He loved them all dearly, but he wasn't in it for romance.

Felix had entered the arrangement when he'd realized that there was no way he was going to be able to have the kind of relationship he wanted. His parents didn't know about his sexual orientation, and sneaking around his place wasn't an option. He'd known Hyunjin since childhood and the boy was one of the only friends Felix had that his parents approved of. Probably because Felix had lied and told them that Hyunjin’s dad was a famous artist travelling through Europe, and not stuck in jail.

Hyunjin and Felix had been inseperable as kids and grown up closely together, always at each other’s sides. So the simplest solution to Felix's frustration was to fuck his best friend. He reasoned that his homophobic parents were the cause for this, but he couldn't really complain either. He didn’t have the luxury of hoping for anything better in his situarion.

He had been hesitant of doing anything like this for a long time because of Hyunjin’s past, weary because of Hyunjin’s refusal to tell him the truth about his father’s sudden disapperance when he was 15. But Hyunjin had promised that he was responsible enough to make decisions for himself, and Felix could only stand being a virgin for so long before he had finally given in.

Chan had been the last one to join in on the fun. He'd been teaching English and PE classes at their college for years, and had previously been married to another professor. But a sudden realization about his sexuality had led to an unpleasant divorce, leaving him desperate and lonely.

It was hard to say how exactly he had found himself in a friend group of college students, but it had probably been Hyunjin's doing. Apparently, Hyunjin had tried to get a better grade in the single semester where he’d had to take an English course—he simply couldn't have fucked this one up. So he'd flirted his way into Chan's pants, willing to blackmail Chan if needed. But instead, Chan had broken down with Hyunjin and confessed everything to him in a moment of weakness.

Hyunjin had invited him to meet with his friends sometime, explaining the mutually beneficial relationship they all had. The rest was history.

And Hyunjin, well. Let's just say, he saw being useful to others as his sole life purpose. He was greedy, and not embarrassed to admit it. Being the fuck-doll of his friend group was a dream come true for him, and he hadn't regretted it since. Feeling their eyes and hands on him was the approval he needed. He felt like himself when he was wanted. To be wanted was to be loved.

They were pretty happy like this. Everyone was getting what they wanted out of the arrangement. Seungmin could live out his sadism, Minsung had a dedicated bottom, Felix and Changbin had a way to relieve their frustration, and Chan could live out his fantasies about younger men that he'd missed out on during his ten plus years of heterosexual marriage. Plus, Hyunjin was getting all the dick. It was simply perfect.

One day, Minho had pitched them an idea. A simple thought—a little seed that had since flourished and grown into an affair too big for any of them to truly grasp. Their conscience had long been reduced to a quiet nagging in the back of their heads that no one ever spoke about.

Wooyoung had been the first victim of that idea. And now, there Jeongin was. High off his mind, manhandled onto his hands and knees with his sweats pulled down, Felix jerking off furiously over his ass to frame him for sex that never happened, should Jeongin remember any of this tomorrow and try to speak out about it.

"Fuck, his hole is so cute, I wanna rape it," Felix groaned, squeezing Jeongin's soft butt cheek with his free hand.

"Patience, Lix," Jisung said, though he was looking just as worked up.

Changbin had since finished inside of Hyunjin, filling him up with cum and leaving him dripping on the floor to go and watch the spectacle in front of him.

"Press your tip to his hole when you cum, so it looks like it's dripping out," Changbin advised.

"Fuck, I need to fuck Hyunjin's throat after this. He's so hot," Jisung whined, holding Jeongin's head in his lap.

"You should drug him for real next time, Jinnie. Not just weed, use real stuff," Changbin said. Hyunjin let out a small groan behind him.

"Date rape drug?" He asked.

"Yeah. So we can all get a turn."

"We're not drugging him up yet," Jisung decided. "We all agreed to brainwash him. We want an obedient slut, not someone who needs to be drugged every time. That would be so inconvenient. And it's not really what we all want, you know that."

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"What if we found another bottom for us all for when Hyunjin isn't available?" Minho had asked, looking at his friend's faces.

"I doubt anyone else would want to put up with Seungmin's BDSM stuff," Changbin had replied.

"Or Chan hyung's age-gap thing," Felix threw in.

"Or getting fucked by six people in the first place without romantic stuff involved," Hyunjin added.

"What if... What if we all made an effort to find someone we could mold into our perfect bottom, though?" Minho asked once more.

"Am I not perfect enough?" Hyunjin scoffed in faux annoyance.

"No no, that's not what I mean. I was just thinking... What if we found someone who's easy to influence... And then we turn him into someone much like Hyunjin, but without him comprehending the whole thing? Like, we just pull him in slowly so he gets used to it and never thinks anything of it, and we act like it's normal... Until we can do with him what we want? Seungmin could do even more with him than Hyunjin if he liked. Chan hyung could project his age-play thing onto him. And let's not lie to ourselves. All of us have thought about doing it without asking at least once. No one in this room hasn't considered rape at least once."

The silence in the room had been maddening. None of them had the courage to deny Minho's accusation. Maybe it was the truth, and in that moment, it weighed heavily on them. Or maybe it was not the truth, but no one dared to speak up. The guilt was burning under their skins that day, which had since faded away. Either all of them agreed, or no one had the courage to say otherwise. And with that, their fate had been sealed.

That day, the little plant of their growing desire stuck its head out of the soil. Something that had grown in midst of the little group, hard to say who had planted the seed. Something that should never had been able to take root had pulled them all in. They were now bound together by the atrocities they had committed, forever damned to unspeakable actions.

When Wooyoung had escaped their claws against all odds, it had been no question whether they were going to find a replacement or not. It had merely been a matter of time. Because once they had gotten used to having a young, naive, helpless boy at their disposal, they just couldn't go back again.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum— mhhh I wanna put it in so badly," Felix moaned, breathing heavily. He pushed his tip to Jeongin's hole, hand moving up and down his cock furiously. When he finally came, his hips stuttered forward as if he was fucking the boy, mourning the absence of a tight heat around him.

"He looks disgusting," Changbin chuckled.

"He looks fucked out," Jisung said in a hoarse voice. When Felix finally came down, he pulled out his phone again and started taking pictures. Of Jeongin's hole, Jeongin's hole with his tip, of Jeongin's hole with his fingers smearing through his own cum. None of them could look away.

"I need to fuck him stupid," Felix sighed when he finally put his phone away.

"Not yet," Jisung declared, patting Jeongin's butt. "Clean him up and we'll see what he remembers tomorrow. And remember, if he complains at all—he asked for it."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Jeongin felt slightly disoriented the next day. He didn't remember much of what had happened last night, only that Hyunjin smoking next to him had made him dizzy over time and he eventually blacked out. There wasn't much else to say, but when he saw Wooyoung that day, he felt hesitant to go up to him. If what Felix had told him was true, then Wooyoung was a horrible person in disguise. He'd want nothing to do with a cheater and backstabber. But Jeongin wasn't confrontational.

Their eyes met for a moment, and suddenly there was hesitation in Wooyoung as well. They looked at each other for a moment, none of them knowing what to do, until Wooyoung eventually broke the spell and approached Jeongin.

"Hey."

Jeongin nodded, giving him a hesitant smile.

"You still hang out with... y'know?"

"Yeah. They're alright. I heard you didn't appreciate their kindness much."

Wooyoung bit on his lip.

"I'm not sure what they told you about me, but it's probably nothing good. I just want you to know I didn't want any of that, and... If I could go back, I never would have done it in the first place."

Jeongin let out a huff at that. Of course he would regret cheating on Felix. Felix was the sweetest person Jeongin had ever met. Jeongin himself had found himself enamored with the gorgeous freckled man. If he didn't happen to be straight he'd probably shoot his shot, too. No, he definitely would.

"I bet," he muttered, averting his gaze. "I gotta go. See you."

Wooyoung had a slight frown on his face but nodded.

"Yeah. See you."

"Or not," Jeongin mumbled under his breath as he walked away.

During the break, Jeongin found himself walking up the stairs and exiting the door leading up to the rooftop. There, he found the two people he'd been looking for. Minho had his hands on Jisung's waist, who was barely visible behind Minho's broader frame, the younger pinned against the railing.

Jeongin cleared his throat, not wanting to intrude on them by accident. That's when he heard a smacking sound and Minho's lips parting from Jisung's neck, who let out a small giggle.

"Oh, it's you, Innie. Wanna join?" Minho asked with a small smirk. Jeongin was taken aback at his suddenly open demeanor. He hadn't been this light hearted with him in the past.

"Join what?" He asked a bit confused, studying Jisung's expression. His ears were slightly more red than usual, a soft blush creeping up his neck and giving him an almost wrecked appearance.

"Us," Minho said, before suddenly pushing his hips forward and against Jisung.

"O-oh, I'm good, thanks."

"Suit yourself," Minho said simply. "Do you pray?"

Jeongin blinked a few times.

"Huh?"

"Like, do you pray to God or something?"

"I....yeah. I do. Why?"

Minho was grinding slowly against Jisung's ass, who seemed mostly unaffected by the action. He liked doing this for Minho—getting him off and being his toy to throw around. Playing Minho's little bottom was almost a little too much fun for him, though he could be just as demanding and mean as his boyfriends when presented with a willing (or not so willing) bottom. But Jeongin didn't have to know he was part of the reason for Jisung's blush.

"Would you pray for me?" Minho asked. Jeongin didn't know what to say. He didn't usually pray for other people. If at all, it would be with people from his church from where he used to live in his housing group. These days, his faith was a solitary one. Minho didn't seem like the religious type to him. But who was he to judge that?

"Why...what do you want me to pray for? Do you even believe in a god?"

"I don't," Minho replied bluntly. "Not in yours, at least. But I find it cute when people do. Would you do it for me? You would make me very happy."

Jeongin stared at him for a moment. Then he scratched the back of his neck.

"Um, I don't know if that...."

"Do it for hyung, Innie."

Jisung let out a sound at Minho's words, who ignored it. Jeongin's breath hitched slightly, but he didn't protest this time.

"Um, okay. What do you want me to...pray for?" He asked.

"Pray for...me. Pray that I'll be freed from my perversion."

Jeongin's mouth opened slowly.

"What?"

"You can also pray that I'll turn straight if you want," Minho chuckled. Jeongin's eyes widened even more.

"Hyung, I'm not—"

"I know, I know, you're so progressive and all. But hyung wants to hear it. And you I asked so kindly, didn't I? Shouldn't a good Christian help out their neighbor?"

Jeongin swallowed hard.

"Yes, hyung."

Minho bit back a smirk.

"Pray for hyung, then. Maybe the good Lord will redeem me."

Jeongin slowly brought his hands together, lips parting slightly. He couldn't believe he was actually going to do this. Something in him told him that he shouldn't. But these were his friends. Sure, Minho might be really weird in some ways, but he hadn't done anything Jeongin could judge him for. He hadn't given him any reason not to see his request in good faith. Maybe he really was struggling. Jeongin could do so much for him, if he was already asking.

"Good Lord, father in heaven, I come before you with my friend today," Jeongin started, lowering his head slightly in reverence. Minho let out a small groan at his words, his face coming closer to Jisung's neck.

"We ask you to be present with us and send us your blessings, so we shall live in your image."

Minho let out a quiet chuckle at that, and Jisung turned his head to send him a knowing look.

"Don't enjoy it too much," he whispered quietly enough that Jeongin wouldn't hear it.

"Let me," Minho breathed in reply, and Jisung rolled his eyes but didn't stop Minho from grinding harder against his backside.

"We want to live as you have taught us, in purity and in respect for one another. I ask you today to help Minho hyung to live in your faith and to abstain from the perversions he has fallen into."

"Fuck," Minho whispered, holding back a moan as his hips rutted upwards against Jisung's soft butt. He was glad that Jeongin had his head lowered, though it wouldn't have stopped him from humping his boyfriend's ass at all.

"Minho hyung is also asking you to help him with his desires for other men. Let him find the path that you meant for him and let him find redemption within you, Lord."

Minho squeezed his eyes shut, sucking hard on Jisung's neck. He was careful not to make any loud sounds as Jeongin ended his prayer with a small “amen” and Minho looked back at him.

"Thank you, Innie. Hyung liked it very much."

Jeongin nodded, not sure what else to say.

"I, um. Yeah, glad I could help. I just wanted to ask, actually... I came to ask if any of you are free on the weekend. I'm invited to a wedding of some cousin I don't know and I have no one to bring. Since, you know… no parents and all. I was wondering if anyone of the group would wanna accompany me."

Minho stopped in his tracks for a moment, making eye contact with Jisung. Then they nodded.

"Felix will have time," Jisung replied.

"Oh. Okay. I'll ask him later. Thanks for the tip. I'll get going. You, uh... You do... whatever...um... Good luck."

With that, he disappeared through the door again. Minho groaned.

"Fuck, I need to fuck him up and make him call me God," Minho grunted, turning Jisung around and slamming their lips together. Jisung giggled, kissing Minho back.

"Is it that bad, baby?"

"Don't pretend like you don't want him too," Minho frowned, pushing Jisung against the railing again. "Help me out," he muttered against his lips. Jisung didn't need to be told twice, blindly undoing the button of Minho's jeans with one hand. He pushed his hand inside, sliding it down until he was cupping Minho's hard erection and palming it through his boxers.

"Fuck, he's such a fucking whore... I need him to...pray to his god for help while I...ngh," Minho let out a moan, smashing their lips together once more.

"You're so deranged," Jisung replied, but there was zero aversion in his voice, instead it was dripping of admiration and arousal.

"You wanna fuck him up, baby?" Minho rasped, chest rising and falling fast as Jisung was massaging his leaking dick inside his pants.

"Fuck yes. I wanna make him cry. I want to make him scared. I want to make him forget what I did but flinch when I touch him. I want him to never know what we did but remember the fear. I wanna... Fuck, I want to condition him till he freezes from our voices alone. Till he's our perfect sex toy."

Minho was panting now, hips bucking up against Jisung's palm.

"Fuck, fuck yes, you gonna hurt him, Sungie, hm?"

Jisung nodded, squeezing Minho a bit harder in his hand.

"Little sadist," Minho whispered, and Jisung grinned widely.

“You know that's Seungminnie's title."

"I don't care. You're so hot, Sungie. Shit, 'm gonna cum."

"Yeah? Just because he prayed for you? To be redeemed from your perversion? Because you're a sick freak and you fuck men?"

Minho moaned shamelessly at Jisung's words, hips stuttering forward.

"Fuck yeah, I fuck men and I rape men."

"Mh, you do. It's so hot. Would you rape me too if I didn't say yes to being your boyfriend, hm?"

Minho nearly growled at the question, gripping Jisung's jaw hard with one hand while the other went down to his crotch where Jisung was still palming and massaging at his cock. His eyes were locked on Jisung’s now, gaze hot and icy at the same time, making goosebumps errupt on Jisung’s back from the intensity alone.

His voice was raspy but disturbingly steady when he answered.

"I would lock you up in my apartment and use your slutty body till you don't remember you ever wanted anything else. You don't get to leave me, do you understand?"

Jisung nodded fast, a hazy look in his eyes.

"You'd hurt me if I left you, right?"

"I'd mutilate you past a point of recognition. So no one else would ever want you. You're mine. I'm your god, and you live to serve me. Only me."

Jisung's eyes rolled back into his head for a moment, and he let out a deranged little giggle.

"Fuck yes. It's been too long since I've worn a collar, hasn't it?"

Minho tightened his grip on Jisung’s face, his breath coming fast and ragged, almost as if his composure was slipping for a moment. And just for a moment, Jisung’s breath hitched as he looked into his boyfriend’s stone cold face.

"You think you can tease me all you want and always get away with it, don’t you? You’re so lucky I’ll soon have two other holes to fuck. You know you owe Hyunjin the privileges of being a top. You were supposed to be my perfect doll, and I’m being so generous by fucking someone else instead. If you ever try to leave me for someone else you’re never leaving my place again. Now use your fucking hand right, pet."

Jisung let out a high pitched sound before grabbing Minho's length properly through his boxers and stroking him with a tight grip. It must have hurt with the fabric roughtly sliging over his length, but Minho wasn’t showing a single sign of pain.

"I bet you wanna fuck me right now," Jisung said, looking almost in trance.

"Careful," Minho whispered hoarsely, and Jisung had a full body shudder at the simple word.

"I knew that the new toy being Christian would fuck you up, but this is even better than I thought it would be," Jisung mused. "Are you gonna fuck him with a crucifix?"

"I'm not Catholic," Minho groaned, hips moving forward. The spell was suddenly broken ath that, his expression looking alive again. The heat in his eyes had returned, and his eyebrows pulled together slightly in a show of emotion that seemed almost comical now.

"Shut up now, I wanna cum already," Minho huffed when Jisung opened his mouth again.

"I thought you like the devotion..."

"I like it when you're devoted to keeping your mouth shut."

"That's a lie, you love my mouth stretched open around your cock," Jisung teased.

"Slut," Minho breathed, too close to cumming to give his words a proper edge.

"Wanna cum, baby? Tell me how bad you want it."

Minho's mouth was hanging open now, breath coming in short gasps. He looked like he was contemplating, a short flash of something Jisung couldn’t quite decipher showing in his eyes before Minho just let out a groan, closing his eyes completely to focus on the feeling.

"F-fuck, yeah, yeah, please, I wanna... Mhhh, I wanna cum in someone. God, why is it so fucking hard to...find someone to fuck when I already have a needy fucking... boyfriend?"

Jisung laughed at that.

"Text Jinnie if you need a fuck. Jeongin is gonna take a bit longer, but we'll get there eventually. Now cum for me, baby. Be good."

Jisung rubbed a thumb over Minho's tip where his boxers were slick with pre-cum, and gave a few more harsh squeezes before Minho curled in on himself and spilled into his pants with a breathy moan. His hips rutted upwards, trying to chase the delicious friction of Jisung's palm.

"That's it, good boy," Jisung praised. Minho only sighed.

"Fuck, I love your hand. I could already go again."

"I know, baby. I'm horny too. Let's meet Jinnie after class?"

"Yeah," Minho agreed easily. Jisung helped him adjust himself in his pants, making him look halfway presentable before they had to go back to class.

"Are you gonna sit through your class with cum in your pants?" Jisung snickered, teasing his fingers over Minho's bulge. Thankfully, his jeans were dark, so even if there was a small wet spot, it wouldn't be visible.

Minho grabbed Jisung's wrist and pulled it away.

"Don't even start. I'll excuse myself to the toilet in a bit and clean up."

"Sure, baby. I'll text Hyunjin. The least he can do is a sloppy blowjob."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Hyunjin

Sorry Sungie

I would but my parents insisted I attend my aunt's birthday

Jisung

Aw, Jinnie

Not even a quickie?

Hyunjin

I had to leave early

I'm surrounded by little devils

My nephews and nieces, that is

There's no peace here

Jisung

Oh come on

When are you ever free?

Hyunjin

You literally fucked me yesterday

Jisung

Yeah

That's way too long

Minho needs it too

Hyunjin

I could send a pic maybe

An audio at best

That's all I got 4 u today

Jisung

Why must I suffer like this

Fine send both

Hyunjin

Gimme 10

Want do you want

Jisung

Can you record yourself jerking off?

Hyunjin

These walls are thin

My nephews will likely be banging on the bathroom door

Make it quick

Jisung

Fine fine

Send a dick pic and whimpering audio

Some begging for Minho, you know what he likes

Hyunjin

Alr

I gotta get hard quickly tho

They're about to get the cake

Jisung

Good thing you're a disgusting whore who gets turned on by an ounce of attention from any being with a dick

Hyunjin

More

Jisung

Why don't you do it in the living room with your family so they can all see what a cock whore you are?

I bet they'd love to see you falling apart

What would they think if they knew their gifted boy Hyunjin is such a slut?

Hyunjin

Gimme a sec

Jisung grinned, pocketing his phone again before leaving the college building. He was making his way to his and Minho's dorm, meeting him already there since his classes had ended earlier today.

"Where's Hyunjin?" Minho asked upon seeing Jisung alone.

"Hello to you too," Jisung teased, stealing a kiss from Minho who grabbed his ass at the opportunity, squeezing the soft flesh.

"Jinnie can't today. He's at a family event."

Minho sighed.

"Why's he so useless?"

Jisung snickered.

"I told him to send a pic and an audio instead."

He got out his phone again, and there it was. Two pictures and an audio. Twenty seconds long. Jisung supposed he really didn't have much time.

They sat on their couch together, Jisung opening the first picture for both of them to see. Hyunjin was sitting on the floor with his legs to the sides, one hand on his exposed dick, head thrown back just enough to expose his long neck. The lighting was bad and the room visibly small, but Hyunjin wasn't an artist for nothing.

"He looks so fuckable," Minho sighed, palming himself through his sweats he had changed into.

"Mhh," Jisung agreed, squeezing his thighs together. They looked at the picture for a bit longer, Jisung even zooming in on Hyunjin's hard dick and hearing a small moan from Minho.

"Wish he'd send a picture of his hole too," Jisung mumbled, and Minho nodded.

Jisung swiped to the second picture then, in which Hyunjin was still in the same position—except this time, his face was scrunched up in pleasure, head hanging back and mouth open with his tongue sticking out lewdly. He looked like he was in midst of pleasuring himself, but they knew better. Hyunjin was a great actor, and he knew how to please his friends. That was for sure.

Minho huffed, rubbing his hand up and down his bulge slowly.

"He belongs fucked and bred," he mumbled lowly, and Jisung felt himself twitching in his own pants.

"You and your fucking breeding kink," he groaned, pressing the heel of his hand against his tip.

"Not my fault Hyunjin looks so fertile."

"What the fuck does that even... You know what? Yeah he does. That's so hot. You should try to fuck Hyunjin pregnant sometime. Wanna watch."

"Of course you do," Minho scoffed, no real edge to his voice.

"Play the audio," Minho demanded, and Jisung quickly obeyed. He swiped the picture down and clicked play, adjusting the volume on his phone.

"Mhhh, fuck, please, I need it so bad, I'm so fucking hard I need your cock please, fuck me, fuck me, yeah, ah, ah, mh, more, more, yeah, yeah, please yes, like that, like that oh— Nghh harder, harder I can take it... Mhhh Minho-ahhh, hah~ please, fuck, Sungie-ah, ah, ahhhh please, please, please, cum in me please, nhhhh~"

Minho groaned, throwing his head back.

"Play it again."

Jisung didn't even have to be told. He pressed play again, hand already slipping under his waistband. They listened to the audio again, Minho squeezing around his bulge, bucking his hips, while Jisung was already impatiently tugging at his leaking cock.

"Fuck, it's not enough. Why the fuck does he have to attend that stupid gathering?" Minho groaned.

"Wanna see his photos again?" Jisung asked, sounding even more out of breath. Minho didn’t reply, leaning closer to Jisung’s shoulder. He took a deep breath, nosing at Jisung’s pierced earshell. He stared at his boyfriend for a moment, still not reacting, before his hand stopped moving and he blinked a few times.

"I wanna hear Jeongin."

Jisung's head snapped towards him. His hand stopped too as he seemed to take a moment to think.

"We could...call him."

"Do you think he'll pray for me again if I ask him?"

"I doubt he wouldn't find it suspicious," Jisung replied.

"I don't really care right now, I just need to hear him being pathetic so I can jerk off to the pictures Felix took of him," Minho said.

"We could make him do push-ups."

Minho frowned.

"Push-ups?"

"Yeah. He'll get all breathy and panting from it. If we're lucky he'll even whimper." Minho seemed to consider it for a moment before letting out a small grunt.

"Fuck it, let's call him. If he doesn't whimper for me I'm coming to his fucking apartment."

"Be nice to him, baby. We're not that far in with him. Remember Wooyoung. That was our fault, he shouldn't have had any ties to other people. Jeongin isn't even nearly there yet."

Minho acknowledged him, but didn't reply. He knew they had to be careful, but right now he was too horny to think about that rationally. He called Jeongin and immediately put him on speaker. Meanwhile, Jisung went to his gallery and unlocked the folder with the pictures Felix had taken. Jeongin on his knees, high as fuck, Felix's cum all over his bare ass. He groaned, only biting his sounds back just as Jeongin answered the call.

"Hyung? What’s up?"

"Hi, Innie," Minho replied, moving his palm slowly over his bulge. "Huyng was wondering if you could do him a favor."

"Yeah, um. Sure. What favor?"

"You know Binnie studies physical therapy, right?"

"Yes."

"He asked me for help with a project, and I need a few volunteers. It's really quick, do you think you could help me out?"

"Sure! What can I do?"

Minho grinned, Jisung looking impressed at the story his boyfriend had come up with in such a short time.

"I need you to do a few exercises. Do you work out?"

"Um, sometimes. Just at home. Not much," Jeongin replied.

"Okay. What I need you to do is really easy. I need you to do push-ups. As many as you can. And count them for me. Changbin wants to make a study about the general strength of college students, and he wants too see how many push-ups people in non-sports majors can typically do."

"Okay... Right now?"

"Yep."

"Ah. Alright. Let me just find a spot."

They waited for a moment, until they heard the phone being put down.

"I'm not really in shape right now, but I'll try my best," Jeongin chuckled before they heard some shuffling. A moment later, there was quiet counting being heard.

Jeongin sounded breathy and strained, every added number becoming a bit higher than the last. When he was nearing twenty, he already sounded out of breath.

"Holding up good," Minho said conversationally as if he wasn't stroking himself through his sweatpants again. Jisung was leaning his head against Minho's shoulder, pants undone and pushed to his knees, hand wrapped around his dick.

"Doing well, Innie," he added, just to let Jeongin know that he was there, too.

Minho bit back another sound, listening to the desperate little gasps between Jeongin's counts. It wouldn't be long until he'd be a whiny mess, Minho hoped. He picked up his pace, rubbing his hand over his clothed dick with intent. He preferred the dull friction over a normal handjob, feeling all the more depraved whenever he'd cum in his pants. Jisung would lie if he said he didn't see the appeal, but he was way more straight forward, preferring to pull his dick out at every opportunity he got.

"Still holding on?" Minho asked, trying to sound neutral. He was close enough to cum as soon as Jeongin would give him what he wanted.

"I can't anymore," Jeongin suddenly announced, and Minho had to hold back from cursing.

"You can do a couple more, Innie. I know you can. Just till fourty, come on."

"I'm... Hyung, my arms are burning."

"I don't—" Minho squeezed his eyes shut, biting on his tongue. "For hyung, Innie. Till fourty. Be good."

There was a shuffling, and then they heard it. A whimper.

"Th-thirty-one..."

Minho sucked in a sharp breath, hips kicking up. Jisung had buried his teeth in Minho's shoulder to keep his sounds contained, jerking off quickly against his leg.

"Thirty...five..."

Minho couldn't stop a heavy breath from escaping, hoping it wasn't too suspicious to Jeongin on the other side. But he seemed too focused on reaching fourty to notice.

"Fourty... Mhh-eight,..."

Jisung came, biting down on Minho's skin hard. He tensed, rutting his dick against Minho's thigh thigh as his orgasm made him shudder and twitch. He wasn't usually one to keep quiet, but Jeongin brought out the dedication in him it seemed.

Minho was breathing fast, feeling so close to the edge, too close to tipping over when Jeongin brought out the last number.

"Fourty. Was I good, hyung?"

Minho's eyes rolled back in his head. His phone dropped as he came, and Jisung pressed his hand to Minho's bulge where his own hand couldn't cover it, squeezing and rubbing until Minho came down, tired and spent.

"So good, thank you, Innie. Hyung's sprout of you."

"Alright. That all you needed?"

"Yeah. Good boy." Minho hung up without a goodbye. Then he rolled over to pull Jisung into a messy kiss.

"I swear, the day I get to fuck him I'll really go to heaven."

Jisung giggled, pushing his tongue into Minho's mouth to make out with him even more.

"Wanna see him try to ride you," Jisung slurred between kisses. "Bet he'd whimper again."

"Fuck, yeah."

Minho couldn't help but smack Jisung's bare ass, squeezing it with his hand.

"His ass is almost as nice as yours."

"That can't be. I have the best ass in the world."

Minho smirked.

"That's true. But I don't get to fuck yours, so Innie will have to do."

"You know, Hyunjin asked for something back. A pic or an audio," Jisung suddenly remembered. Minho chuckled mischievously.

"Well good thing I recorded the call, then."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"So nice to meet you two, and you are?"

"Felix, such a pleasure, thank you."

Jeongin was sitting at a round table where he knew nobody, but Felix seemed to be a fucking people magnet. He had a bright sunshine smile, as silky deep voice and a figure that probably had the bride jealous. Jeongin was amazed at how many people had already approached him over the day and how easily Felix was making conversation with them all.

"Are you two friends in school?" A woman asked, at a second look Jeongin could see a ring on her right hand. The guy next to her must've been her husband, then.

"We visit the same college, Innie and me," Felix replied with a little scrunch of his nose, making the woman smile and nod as if it was the most interesting thing ever to learn about two college students.

"Do you live on campus as well? I bet you're really close if you live nearby."

Felix smiled sweetly at her, nodding eagerly. He put a hand on Jeongin's shoulder, leaning a bit closer to him. He almost came a bit too close for comfort, in Jeongin's opinion, making eye contact that had Jeongin wishing he'd brought Seungmin instead. He was more on the closed-off side and wouldn't have spoken to a single soul at this wedding.

"Innie and me are quite close. We met through a friend and have been spending lots of time together since..." Felix drifted off a little, letting the words hang in the air. What he was saying was true, but the way he phrased it and made it sound...different. Jeongin wasn't sure what he was trying to accomplish.

"Oh, that's so cute," the woman said now. "Young love is so beautiful. I hope your friends are all supportive of you both," she cooed.

"Oh, they're amazing," Felix quickly replied. "They're all so nice, there's really nothing to worry about."

"That's so good to hear. You know, I have a brother who's gay and his coworkers pretend to be supportive but you can just never tell at the start, right? I mean, you really can only hope and keep your fingers crossed that people are who they say they are."

Jeongin blinked. Was this woman implying...?

"Actually, um, we're not—"

"Oh, that's really not an issue in our friend group. We have more than one queer couple under our friends, it's only natural that we're accepting of these things."

"Ah, kids these days have it so much better. So good to hear, boys. So good to hear."

Jeongin didn't know what to say. He could only sit there and listen as people swooned over their apparent relationship and bite on his tongue when he felt Felix's hand sliding up his thigh. He had no idea what had gotten into Felix, but he didn't stop for the rest of the day.

"Here, have some," Felix said with a smile, pouring Jeongin a glass of wine.

"Oh, um, I don't really—"

"We're at a wedding, Innie. Have a glass with me, come on."

Felix pourded himself a glass as well before raising it, waiting expectantly. Jeongin sighed internally but figured a single glass wasn't gonna hurt him. He picked it up and touched it to Felix's glass before bringing it to his lips.

They watched the things going on at the front, where the freshly married pair was currently listening to fun stories from their friends. Somehow, Jeongin's glass never seemed to go empty, but he guessed he just didn't take very big sips. He wasn't a big wine person, but he wanted to finish his glass. It was only when he was sure he'd finished his glass for the second time that he started getting suspicious.

"Hyung?"

Felix looked over at him.

"Yes, Innie? Oh my, you look red. You're a lightweight, aren't you?"

Nevermind that Jeongin probably weighed more than Felix, he didn't resist when Felix made him get up slowly and ushered him outside for some fresh air.

"You only had a single glass," Felix chuckled as he guided Jeongin outside. It was dark already, and there was no one on the streets. The only sounds were the music and laughter coming from the wedding and a few cars driving by somewhere on a nearby road.

"Want a pill? It'll help with your headache," Felix offered, taking a small pill out of his pocket. He miraculously also pulled out a water bottle that Jeongin gladly accepted.

"Put it on your tongue first," Felix instructed, already prying Jeongin's mouth open. He had no idea what kind of pain killer would resolve in his tongue, but he felt too fuzzy to think about that at the moment. He waited obediently until Felix seemed satisfied and allowed him to down the rest with the water.

"Good boy. You played along so nicely for me today. Acting like my perfect little boyfriend, hm? I think we should make that come true, don't you think? I believe people really like seeing us together."

Jeongin had no idea what Felix was talking about. He felt dizzy now, barely able to hold himself up as he was pressed against a wall. He felt a hand roaming his body, but didn't have enough brain capacity to grab and stop it.

"You'll be good for me, won't you, pretty?"

Felix whispered, taking a step closer. "I know you will. I know you'd let me, but I can't. Not yet. Hyung's sorry, pretty. But soon. I'll give it to you soon. Once you've had your first with Hyunjin. That's the rules, baby, I'm sorry. I know you wanna be filled already."

Jeongin couldn't hear him anymore. His head was rolling back against the wall, knees buckling dangerously. He could barely tell that something was rubbing up against his hip, but his eyes threatened to fall shut. His eyelids felt too heavy and his mouth too dry, but he couldn't say anything about it. Could only bring out distressed sounds until a hand over his mouth shut him up.

"Shhh, don't want people to hear you being a slut, baby. Just sit down and let me look at your pretty face."

It didn't need much for Jeongin to fall to his knees. Felix was quick to unzip his pants and start stroking himself with one hand in Jeongin's hair.

"Filthy slut. You love the attention, don't you? Getting drunk and letting me touch you like some cheap whore. I bet you were hoping I'd fuck you tonight. You must be begging for it at this point. Don't worry, it won't be much longer."

He was moaning quietly, every sound rumbling deeply in his chest.

"You're an even big slut than Hyunjin. Begging to be fucked on an open street. So filthy, baby."

Jeongin was far gone. His eyes were closed now, only quiet groans escaping his lips when Felix pressed his boot down on Jeongin's crotch.

"You'll be such a good little fucktoy for us all. Once you finally learn your place, you'll be sitting on cock every day. Till you can't take it any more. Till you get drunk on our cum, baby."

With a stifled groan, Felix came all over his face. He looked down at Jeongin satisfied and sighed.

"I wish I could fuck you in a bathroom. Such a fucking shame."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"You don't mind gay sex, do you?"

Jeongin's head whipped around at Jisung's question.

"What? Why would I?"

"No I'm just asking. Some people are uncomfortable with it."

"I don't really mind..." Jeongin said with a light frown. "As long as it's not me, you know."

"You wouldn't fuck a guy?" Jisung asked, sounding almost a bit surprised.

"It's because he doesn't know how to," Seungmin replied as if it was a known fact.

"What?" Jeongin's eyes widened.

"Well, if you knew how to use your dick you wouldn't be so shy about it. Or you're just small down there, that's also an option."

Jeongin's mouth fell open.

"I am not!"

"Can you prove it?" Hyunjin smirked at him.

"I— I..."

"Ohhhh, look who's getting shy!" Felix giggled.

"I can prove it alright!" Jeongin yelled, looking completely red.

"Go ahead," Hyunjin urged, and Jeongin froze.

"What?"

"Go ahead," Hyunjin repeated. "It's not that hard. Or maybe it is, huh?" He teased.

"I'm— I just... I'm a grower," Jeongin muttered. As if all of them didn't know. As if they hadn't seen him hard and dripping already. More times than he was aware of.

"So what? Minnie's also a grower. Right Minnie?" Hyunjin said, looking over at Seungmin who only nodded.

"Yeah, but... it's embarrassing."

"Why? You got a micro?" Jisung laughed.

"No! No, I'm just... You're all watching..."

"We're all guys," Chan said now. "What's there to be embarrassed about?"

Jeongin chewed on his lip.

"You're all dressed..."

"I'll do it with you," Seungmin suddenly announced, shoving his sweatpants down like it was nothing.

"Oh, I wanna see who's bigger!" Jisung clapped.

"Are you kidding? Seungmin is fucking hung," Hyunjin said. "Not even Chan can keep up with him."

Jeongin looked around slightly disturbed.

"How do you know that?"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

"We hook up, Innie. We're all friends, we're all gay. That's just what we do."

"With Chan?!" Jeongin blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Sorry , sorry, I'm not judging, I'm sorry I'm quiet."

Chan let out a chuckle now. Changbin was sitting next to him, grinning widely. They had been watching the entire scene unfolding quietly, hoping that Jeongin wouldn't notice their hands wandering that way.

"People his age just can't keep up with our Channie hyung," Changbin explained, giving Chan's thigh a squeeze under the blanket that was covering them.

"I get it, people my age don't usually play in your league. It's not because I don't like people my own age, most of them are just either married or already divorced and done with this stuff."

It was a blatant lie, but no one bothered to correct him. Jeongin only nodded.

"I don't— it's fine, I was just surprised. That's all. I don't mind that. You guys can do... whatever you want."

"You gonna do it or not?" Seungmin asked dryly, still sitting in his boxers. Jeongin swallowed hard.

"I don't know if I—"

"Hey. It's a ritual. We've all done it," Minho said now. "You compare sizes, that's what guys do."

Jeongin bit down on his lip. Everyone's eyes were on him, and he couldn't escape their burning stares. Hesitantly, he unzipped his jeans and opened the button. Tugging them down just a little, he glanced up at Seungmin. He was looking almost uncaring of the whole situation, now tugging his waistband down like he wasn't just revealing his dick to seven other men.

Hyunjin made a weird sound next to him, but Jeongin was too caught up in anxiously tugging his own boxers down to look what was going on.

"He's so small," Chan whispered, and Changbin grinned, feeling Chan's bulge throbbing against his wrist where he was still holding onto his thigh.

"Almost like a child," Changbin whispered back, only to watch Chan bite back a moan and twitch in his pants.

Seungmin was already holding himself, stroking the dry skin to get hard. Jeongin didn't know what to do. He knew that getting hard was the whole point of this, but he was completely flushed and embarrassed.

"I'm too fucking dry," Seungmin muttered. This time, when Hyunjin made a sound, Jeongin looked up.

"Please," Hyunjin nearly groaned, and Seungmin sent him a condescending look.

"Dumb whore. Get it together. You can live one fucking day without getting your throat fucked."

Jeongin nearly choked on his own spit at Seungmin's words. He looked around with wide eyes, but nobody seemed to acknowledge what had just happened. Except for Hyunjin, who had crawled over to Seungmin.

The next thing he knew, Seungmin was shoving his fingers into Hyunjin's mouth, getting them wet before starting to stroke himself to hardness. Jeongin was at a complete loss for words, not knowing if he should be more in shock from Hyunjin still sitting in front of Seungmin and eyeing his dick like he was starving for it, or the sheer size that Seungmin was slowly growing into. Hyunjin had been right. Seungmin was fucking huge.

"So?" Seungmin asked eventually, stopping his ministrations to look at Jeongin. "Your turn."

Jeongin felt his breath hitching. He was probably trembling so much that everyone could tell, but no one mentioned anything if they did. He reached down to his soft dick where it was laying on his thigh. He felt more sensitive than ever, for some reason. Jeongin didn't jerk off often. Though he'd gotten a feeling that he'd been more pent up since college started. Maybe it was the new surrounding making him stressed an pent-up.

It was dry, but Jeongin was too horrified after what he'd just witnessed to comment on it. He stayed quiet lest Hyunjin let out one of those pornographic sounds again and stare at his dick like he wanted to eat it. Jeongin couldn't have that.

He got hard embarrassingly quick even for his own standards, but at least it went over with quickly. All eyes were still on him. Especially Hyunjin's.

"Not big, but also not small," Hyunjin commented.

"I'm not small," Jeongin wanted to defend himself, but his words came out weaker than intended. Hyunjin only chuckled.

"Let me get a feel?" Hyunjin asked, not waiting for permission before he reached out. Jeongin flinched back, and Jisung sighed at the sight. No matter what Jeongin did, someone in the room was getting worked up over it. There was really no escaping for him.

"I just wanna get a feel for it. Don't panic," Hyunjin chuckled. Jeongin still looked alarmed, but no one else seemed to have any issues with what was going on. The situation was already absurd as it was, Jeongin figured. Might as well get it over with as fast as possible.

He sat up straight again, and Hyunjin reached out, wrapping a hand around Jeongin's hard dick.

"Mh. Nice girth. Bit smaller than Minho."

Jeongin's eyes snapped over to Minho, whose expression was unreadable again.

"Of course he is," Changbin chuckled. "He's still a teenager."

"Fuck you," Chan grumbled next to him. He knew his friend had the time of his life using Chan's kink against him.

"Seungmin is the same age," Jisung replied. "He's just small."

"No, I think Seungmin is just huge," Hyunjin giggled. He looked memorized, moving his hand slowly over Jeongin's dick.

"You mind if I taste it?" Hyunjin asked almost innocently as he played with the precum on Jeongin's tip.

"Wha— ngh-ahh~"

Jeongin didn't get his question out before Hyunjin was suckling on his tip, swirling his tongue around in circles. Jeongin gasped, trying to move away but Hyunjin grabbed onto his hips.

"S-stoo, stop, ah—" Jeongin whined, but the room was dead silent now. Jeongin looked around, looking for help. Looking for any kind of reaction from the others. He was met with half-lidded eyes and stone cold faces as he squirmed and tried to push Hyunjin's head away.

The panick was settling deeper in his bones as Hyunjin took more of him into his mouth.

"Just enjoy it, he's doing you a favor." It was Seungmin.

"I— I don't want a favor," Jeongin pleaded, still trying to wiggle away as Hyunjin sunk deeper onto his length.

"See it as a welcome gift. Hyunjin is our group toy. Everyone in our friend group gets to use him. If you do it too, you'll be an official part of the group. And you'll get the benefits that come with it."

Jeongin thought about it. Being friends with older college students had been a big help so far. He always hd someone to study with. He had someone who knew their way around the town and where to get everything he needed. Someone who knew the professors, the other students, and most of all, someone who invited him in.

Jeongin had always had some struggles fitting in. He'd been bullied throughout highschool and had to be moved to another school, where he'd simply stayed an outcast to keep himself safe from the other students. He'd promised his himself that those times were over. That he would find new friends and star over. And wasn't that what he was doing right now?

Sure these people were bit weird an unconventional. Definitely a bit freaky. But who was he to judge? Without them, who knew if anyone even wanted to be around him? Wooyoung definitely wasn't an option anymore. And he'd stopped talking to most other potential friends in his own classes. He was too busy either studying or meeting his older friend to get close to anyone else around him. Maybe this weirdness was just the price he had to pay to be part of something special. Maybe he could just sit through this. Maybe it would be worth it.

Jeongin whined quietly when his tip met the back of Hyunjin's throat.

"Relax," Seungmin ordered, but Jeongin couldn't relax. This was the first time anyone was touching him like this. He didn't know what to do with himself. Hyunjin was slowly sinking even deeper, and Jeongin let out an embarrassing sound when he felt his throat squeezing tightly around his tip.

"Ahh, please, it's...too much," he whispered, a small whimper escaping him when Hyunjin swallowed around him.

"You can push his head down if you want, the slut loves it," Seungmin instructed. When Jeongin didn't move, Changbin suddenly got up and walked over to them, uncaring of Chan's frustrated groan next to him.

Changbin stood next to Hyunjin and grabbed his head with one hand, pushing it all the way down on Jeongin's cock.

"Don't choke on it," was all he said, keeping Hyunjin's head down. Jeongin was moaning, sounds spilling from his lips without an ending in sight. He couldn't control it, Hyunjin's throat was tight and warm and so perfect.

"No, no, please, 'm gonna..."

"Fill the dirty slut up," Changbin said, forcing Hyunjin's head up and down now. Jeongin felt tears stinging in his eyes as his hips bucked up involuntary. He was pawing at Hyunjin's shoulders, trying to push him off, but Changbin didn't allow it. Just as Jeongin came, he forced Hyunjin's head down again, making Jeongin spill directly into his throat.

"Ngh-ahhh, ah, hahh~ no, ah, please, please stop, too much, too much, ah—"

Changbin finally allowed Hyunjin to sit up again, and he looked completely fucked out and happy, grinning up at Jeongin with a droopy look.

"Yum," he said, and Changbin slapped his cheek lightly. Just hard enough to sting a little.

"Shut up, cumslut."

Jeongin was too out of it to feel even more disturbed right now. He was overwhelmed, breathing fast as he came down from the mind-blowing orgasm. Probably the best he'd ever had despite everything.

"He's good, isn't he?" Changbin grinned.

"Y-yeah..." Jeongin muttered, suddenly aware that his dick was still out. He tugged himself back into his boxers and zipped up his pants.

"Won't you tank him for the favor?" Seungmin asked, cocking up an eyebrow.

"Um... Thanks, Hyunjin hyung," Jeongin said, unable to look him in the eyes.

"Not Hyunjin. Whores don't get thank you's. Changbin."

Jeongin's lips formed an 'o' before he quickly turned to thank Changbin. He was too out of it to really think about Seungmin's words. He would just do what was asked if him. Anything as long as he didn't have to take his pants off again.

"That's a good boy. Now come here Jinnie, do your job."

Hyunjin was over at Seungmin's feet before Jeongin could blink, and he stared with an open mouth as Hyunjin sank down on Seungmin's huge cock, the younger's head leaning back against the couch with a sigh.

"See? That's how it's done right," Changbin said, pointing at the two. Jeongin only nodded dumbly. He had no words anymore.

"One day you'll learn it too," Felix said with a small grin. There was something darker sparkling in his eyes, but Jeongin couldn't quite put his finger on it. Felix seemed almost too sweet and innocent for these people in his eyes. How could he hang around such vile, disgusting people?

But then again, he had nothing to judge. They had simply done him favor. Maybe they had just not considered the fact that Jeongin was an absolute virgin and wouldn't appreciate it as much as them. Next time, he would simply tell them that. If there ever even was a next time.

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"Fuck," Chan moaned, sinking slowly into Hyunjin. He stayed like that for a moment, adjusting to the tightness surrounding him. When he moved, the lube squelched around him. Chan loved it overly messy, probably resident of having been with women all his life, Hyunjin guessed. He really couldn't complain, though—Chan fucked like a god.

"Been too long since I've had a good fuck," Chan moaned, moving his hips slowly, focusing on the lewd sounds for a while.

"I've been here all this time," Hyunjin pouted.

"I know, I know, kiddo. Daddy was so busy."

Minho glanced at them, watching Hyunjin's face scrunching up in pleasure.

"Yeah, I bet. Busy jerking off to Jeongin," Minho said dryly.

"Not my fault you sent an audio of him fucking whimpering," Chan groaned, suddenly snapping his hips forward. Hyunjin moaned loudly at the unexpected thrust, and Minho only laughed.

"Right. That was a good one. He was too cute."

"Shut up," Hyunjin moaned as Chan started to set a pace. He rested a hand on his stomach where Chan's dick was hitting him from the inside.

"Fuck, so big, Channie."

"Not my fucking name, kiddo."

Hyunjin groaned. He wanted to make fun of Chan's weird age kink so badly, but he knew it was against their rules. And it wasn't like he didn't find it ridiculously hot himself.

"Sorry, daddy. You're so big in me."

"That's it. Spread your legs for me."

Hyunjin grabbed the backs of his thighs, holding them up as Chan started to fuck into him in ernest.

"Hot," Jisung commented, stuffing a few peanuts into his mouth.

"I could fuck you like that," Minho purred, but Jisung only looked away.

"I wanna fuck Innie like that. I wish he was here. It's about time he finally gets a turn with Hyunjin. He took the blowjob so well and hasn't avoided us since. He lets Felix's hands linger, he allows Channie's hugs... He even let you fucking grind on his ass that one time!" Jisung whined, pouting.

"I know, baby. I know. We're almost there. He just needs to fuck Jinnie now. We'll make him soon, but he needs to do it sober, and he has to think it's what he wants, you know that."

Jisung sighed.

"Yeah, I know. I know. I just wanna start teasing and hitting him. Maybe I can train him with a shock collar, even! There's just so many things I wanna try out, but it has to wait..."

"Are you gonna train him?" Seungmin asked, who was casually stroking himself with one hand in his pants to the scene before them. Hyunjin was crying and hiccuping on Chan's cock now, who was holding Hyunjin roughly by his hips.

"Mhmh," Jisung confirmed, sighing slightly when Minho kissed over his nape and down his neck.

"Want him to flinch when I touch him and go into fight or flight when I fuck him."

"That's nice," Seungmin replied. "I think I'm gonna train him to take big toys and to cum on command."

"Can't Hyunjin do that too?" Changbin asked.

"He can. But two trained pets are better than one."

Changbin grinned.

"Thought so. But Hyunjin is willing. It's gonna be different."

"And you think that makes it harder?" Seungmin scoffed. "It's clear you've never done it before."

"Sorry I'm not a slave trainer like you guys." Changbin rolled his eyes.

"Close one, hyung," Jisung scolded, squinting his eyes and pointing his fingers between his and Changbin's eyes. Changbin just chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

"I'm not judging you, alright? Do with the boy whatever you want. I'm just saying that I'm not that sadistic. I get why you guys like it, but I'm just not like that."

"That's because you're down bad for someone who willingly begs you for cock," Seungmin said under his breath, yet loud enough for the other to catch on to.

"Yah, shut your—"

"Fuck!"

Hyunjin came with a string of loud moans, head thrown back as he trembled, legs slipping from his hands.

"That's it baby, cum for daddy, say thank you, hm? You want more?"

Hyunjin could only arch his back as more pleas and moans fell from his lips, sweat covering his forehead. Chan pulled out for a moment just to turn Hyunjin around on the couch and push back inside, uncaring of Hyunjin's legs giving out. He held his hips up, continuing to fuck him harshly, lube now running down Hyunjin's thighs together with his own cum.

"You could never fuck him like that," Seungmin said matter-of-factly. Changbin glared at him.

"You think being rough is everything, don't you?"

"Oh, right, I forgot you like to sweettalk the slut."

Changbin huffed.

"He's not yours. I get to do what I like."

Seungmin’s brows twitched at his first words, and even Jisung’s and Minho’s heads snapped towards him. They weren’t sure how Seungmin would react to that comment, but it didn’t seem like he cared much.

"Sure you do. I'm just surprised you even agreed to what we did with Wooyoung. You barely took an interest in him back then, and now it's not much different with Innie."

"Hey, I also wanna fuck Jeongin." Changbin frowned. Seungmin squinted. Jisung shoved more peanuts into his and Minho's mouths.

"Do you?"

"I do!"

Seungmin slowly leaned forward, his eyes sharp and trained on Changbin.

"Everyone has a reason why they prefer to fuck Hyunjin and not anyone else. All of us are too fucked in the head to be with anyone. Felix has homophobic parents and a rape kink, Minho and Jisung have relationship issues, Chan needs to still his cravings for teenage boys. Even Hyunjin gets off on being fucked by an unwilling participant. But you? You don't fuck anyone. You make love at best."

Changbin's mouth didn't close anymore. He just stared back at Seungmin speechlessly, chewing sounds and wet slapping of skin interrupting their silence. Hyunjin was quietly sobbing into the cushions now, and Changbin would have almost looked over at him if it wasn't for Seungmin's eyes still burning holes into his skin. Changbin swallowed hard.

"It's not because I'm into Hyunjin. Will you just... believe me that?"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow.

"Give me a good reason, then."

"Do I have to? Do I need to justify myself for everything I do? I don't owe you anything."

"Look." Seungmin leaned back again, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "We've been friends for a long time, but you haven't been honest with any of us about your motives since. At least not that I know of. What we're doing with Jeongin, and what we did with Wooyoung... This is not like book club, hyung. It requires absolute trust between all of us. If it's not Hyunjin there must be something else keeping you in this circle, and if it's anything other than what we have on the table, it won't end up pretty for any of us."

“What do you know about trust?” Changbin scoffed, but when everyone remained silent, his eyes wandered. Seungmin, Minho and Jisung were looking at him quietly. Expectantly. Changbin’s eyes widened.

"You think I'm gonna backstab you guys? Do you think I infiltrated this group so I can tell on you or something?"

Seungmin shrugged.

"If it's not Hyunjin, and you're not willing to tell us, there must be a reason."

"You're seriously accusing me of this?"

"Hyung..." Jisung spoke up now, looking up at Changbin from where he was seated on Minho's lap on the floor. "It's not that we think of you like that. But Seungmin is right. You're just acting weird and suspicious, and we want to know what the deal is with you so we can understand. We wouldn't suspect you if you weren't trying to hide something."

Changbin sighed. He looked back at Seungmin, then down at the floor.

"Maybe... Maybe I'd have a bigger interest in Wooyoung or Jeongin if all of you weren't setting the expectations so high."

It was silent for a moment. Their expressions showed confusion and surprise, all directed at Changbin. Chan and Hyunjin had seemingly finished their actions, Hyunjin now draped over Chan's chest in his lap.

"What expectations?" Chan was the one to ask. "Since when did we have those?"

Changbin shrugged.

"Not on you guys. You outdo each other in meanness and roughness and sadism. I've never stood a chance in keeping up with your stuff. And I didn't want to. But ever since this whole thing started, the roles were decided and there was no room for me to move once I realized I was in the wrong role entirely."

"What kind of roles are we talking about here?" Minho asked, trying to be genuinely understanding.

"Hyunjin being the bottom and the sub of the group. Us being the mean doms who use him."

"Since when wasn't that negotiable, though?" Jisung asked. "If you weren't happy with that, why didn't you say something?"

"Because I was! Or I thought I was. But then you started pointing out how I'm not mean enough and not harsh enough and how I don't treat Hyunjin like a toy when all of you do it. I just tried to be like you guys! Because that was the deal. And I didn't wanna have to...leave. I like it too much. I like you all too much, and Hyunjin too."

"So you’re admitting to this now," Seungmin said, half questioning.

Changbin shrugged.

"It’s always ‘no kink shaming’ until someone's less kinky than you. Or in a different direction. Or doesn't like pain. I tried it, I really did. But I can't fake it anymore."

"You don't have to fake anything for me," Hyunjin suddenly spoke up. "I know you try to play up the big mean dom, but I can tell when it's insincere. You don't have your own domming style. You just copy and paste and hope no one calls it out."

Changbin swallowed hard, not daring to look at Hyunjin.

"Shut up," he muttered quietly, trying to make his hair fall further into his face to cover up his embarrassment.

"No. There's nothing to be ashamed about, Bin. The roles we have aren't final. And this group can handle more than one sub."

Changbin's head whipped around, eyes wide and filled with sudden fear. He didn't need to say anything for the others to finally understand.

"You're a sub?" Jisung asked, and Changbin turned around, going for the door.

"No, we're talking this out today."

Changbin winced when there was a hand in his hair, pulling him back into the middle of the room. His face was completely flushed, and he didn't meet anyone's eyes, but Seungmin still made him stand straight.

"You're a sub, hyung?" Seungmin asked, strictness in his tone.

"I— I don't know..."

"Would you like to find out?"

Changbin's lips parted, but only a breath came out, and suddenly he was blinking away tears.

"You could have told us. There was no need for you to pretend like you were into it when you're not. That was stupid of you."

Changbin brought one hand up now to wipe a stray tear away to stop it from fully leaving his eye.

"I just don't fit in with any of you. I'm not a sadistic top, I'm not a submissive bottom, and none of it really feels right. It's...honestly so stupid and laughable, but it's been brewing in me for a long time."

Seungmin finally let go of Changbin's hair now, staring at him from the side instead.

"You don't have to fit in with us, hyung. You just have to find a fit that works for you. And we can help with that."

Hyunjin was slowly getting up now, walking over to Changbin with shaky legs that he expertedly ignored. He slung his arms around Changbin's shoulders, nuzzling his neck slightly.

"I could dom you too, y'know?"

Changbin let out a strangled sound, trying to act nonchalant now.

"It's fine, you don't have to do something you're not comfortable with for me."

"Who said I wasn't comfortable?" Hyunjin asked, a teasing attitude in his voice.

"Tell us what you want, if it's not what you have right now," Seungmin said. It sounded so simple when he said it.

"What if what I want is less satisfying for you guys?" Changbin asked quietly, though he couldn't stop himself from melting into Hyunjin's back hug.

"Bin, jagi," Hyunjin purred from behind him. "I have five more friends who fuck the life out of me almost daily. I will not have any shortcomings if you choose a different path. That's why I'm in this."

Changbin was still looking embarrassed, but now they could see that the walls were slowly coming down. Changbin was actually staring to consider his own options.

"I mean... I wouldn't wanna...stop completely. I still want to... I like having sex with you. Just... I'm just really not a Dom, I fear."

"Mh. Understandable," Hyunjin said, poking his tongue out to lick at Changbin's pierced earlobe, just because he wanted to.

"I don't know why, but you not being a Dom makes a lot of sense to me," Jisung said. Changbin glanced over at him.

"You being a Dom is a whole joke," he grumbled back.

"Hey! I'm a professional okay!"

"And yet you let me hit," Minho teased, making Jisung roll his eyes.

"That was one time! And only because I love you. Stop supporting him in the argument, I'm your boyfriend, you should be on my side."

"Oh I'm one hundred percent on your side, baby." Minho smirked. “And it was two times.” Jisung hit his arm.

"Can we come back to the point?" Hyunjin said, looking over to Chan who was on his phone, seeming mostly uninterested in the drama.

"Channie, you're the oldest. You’re a professor. Say something."

Chan looked up from his phone, looking around the room before he chuckled.

"You'll figure it out. I can't stop you from bickering, you're all children."

"Well sucks to suck, you're into children," Seungmin replied sarcastically. Chan looked at him with a deadpan expression and then sighed.

"I'm... Whatever. Sure. Okay."

Chan put his phone away, sitting up straight.

"Everyone sit down again. You can't talk like that, crowding around Changbin."

They followed his instructions, sitting back down. Changbin sat on the couch with Hyunjin and Chan, Hyunjin curling into Changbin's side.

"I still think you're good in bed, you know? Even if you're a lousy dom. I still enjoyed it every time, so I wasn't gonna say anything," Hyunjin admitted.

"You think I suck at it?" Changbin asked.

"Yeah. But I'd let you do it anyways because I like you and you fuck good, so I can ignore your weird power complex."

"Don't think about that too much," Chan interrupted. "Hyunjin said he liked it, so don't overthink it, alright?"

"I wonder what Felix is gonna say when he finds out," Jisung blurted out.

"He'll probably just shrug and accept it," Minho said. "I don't think he minds it. Neither do we."

Hyunjin nodded in agreement.

"What is it that you want?" Chan asked now. All eyes were on him again. Changbin shrunk in on himself a little.

"We haven't had a talk like this in a long time," he said quietly. "It's kinda embarrassing."

"We should have a talk like this again, then," Seungmin decided. "All of us share a fantasy we haven't told anyone about yet. Minho and Jisung get free cards for sharing all their brain rot with one another, you know the gist."

"I think we haven't had those in way too long," Chan said, stretching his arms. "They're so fun, why did we stop having these talks?"

"We were too focused on handling the situation with Wooyoung and finding someone new," Minho replied.

"Yeah, probably," Chan agreed.

"Oh I have one!" Jisung peaked up now. "I haven't even told Minho this one," he explained excitedly. All eyes were on him now, curiosity written all over their faces.

The rules were simple. Everyone shared a dark fantasy with the others, and no one was allowed to judge or make fun of it. They had started doing it in the beginning to practice being open and accepting about each other's kinks and preferences and to stay on top of things in terms of connection and group bonding.

Now, Jisung was wiggling in Minho's lap, eyes practically glowing with excitement to share the first fantasy.

"So, you know how Jeongin was talking to Wooyoung, right? And Wooyoung is gone, sadly, but he's still trained. I have this fantasy where San and Wooyoung are both there and they watch us with Jeongin. And Wooyoung wants to help Jeongin. But because he's still trained and conditioned, he gets all quiet and subby and hard and lets me fuck his throat while San watches and can't do anything."

"That's elaborate," Chan chuckled.

"I've been thinking of fucking San," Minho said simply, squeezing Jisung's shoulder slightly.

"Oh fuck, that would be so hot. We could even fuck them at the same time and make them watch each other," Jisung suggested, visibly drawing a mental image in front of his eyes.

"I bet San is just as slutty as his whore boyfriend," Minho chuckled.

"He will be once we're done with him. Fuck, I'm getting hard," Jisung sighed, letting out a small whine. Minho just chuckled again, placing his hand over Jisung's crotch and moving it absently, just to offer his boyfriend some relief.

"Chan's turn," Minho said, propping his chin on top of Jisung's head. Chang hummed, seeming to think for a moment.

"I've been thinking of what I could do with Jeongin. I know you guys like to train him, but that's not really my thing. You know I prefer it when Jinnie cums without warning. Can't hold it back. So I was thinking... If you guys train him to cum on command, he might not be able to do it without anymore."

There were nods coming from his friends, waiting for what Chan was going to do about it.

"So my idea was... If he can't cum without being told to, I need to force it out of him somehow. Basically, I'll make him drink water till his tummy swells and fuck him till he can't hold it anymore and wets the floor."

Jisung's jaw dropped.

"I didn't take you for a piss guy, hyung," he said.

"It's no about the pee..." Chan tilted his head. "I don't really care for the pee, I just wanna see him losing control over his own body functions."

"This surely has nothing to do with the fact that children are typically known to wet their pants, right?" Minho chuckled. Chan hummed.

"Possible."

"Do you mind at all that we make jokes about you being a pedophile?" Jisung asked now.

"I don't really mind that, no. I don't fuck children, I'd get into some real trouble for that. I don't want charges like that on my back. But I can think the part in my head. I like it when Hyunjin shaves, makes it a lot easier."

Hyunjin grinned at that.

"You like it when I'm all soft and clean like a little boy? You know, I'm still waiting for the day you tell me to call you dad instead of daddy."

Chan was the one looking surprised now, and Jisung giggled in the background.

"I've never really thought about that," Chan admitted. "Great, I'll submit it at my fantasy, then," Hyunjin declared. "I think about you fucking me and telling me I'm a good son, letting my dad use and abuse me. I wanna be a good little cumslut for my dad."

“Whore,” Seungmin commented, something darker sparkling in his eyes. He made intense eye-contact with Hyunjin, who nervously started biting on his nail.

“You wanna be hit?” Seungmin asked, and Hyunjin quickly lowered his eyes. “You wanna be hit?” Seungmin repeated, this time sounding sharper than the last time. Hyunjin quickly nodded, still not looking up.

Seungmin moved forward, but Minho pulled him back.

“Chill out, yeah? We’re not done here. Keep it together, Min.”

“Don’t call me that,” Seungmin said in an emotionless tone. Minho stared at him for a moment before letting go.

"He should give you siblings," Minho suddenly said to Chan, looking humorous again like nothing just happened. Hyunjin's smirked, playing over his anxious behaviour from earlier with a mischivous chuckle.

"Damn. I almost forgot you were into that breeding stuff. You wanna see me round, hyung?"

Minho groaned quietly, pushing his hips up against Jisung's plush butt sitting in his lap.

"Sluts like you do it without protection 'cause you want the risk," Minho said, looking intensely at Hyunjin.

"Yeah? You think so? Hm. But I can only carry one child at a time. If I have Channie's baby, I can't have yours too, y'know?"

"I'm gonna stuff your filthy mouth after this and make you choke on my babies," Minho said through gritted teeth. Jisung was grinding back against Minho at this point, already whining from wanting to hear and see more.

"Guys, tame it down a little. We haven't heard Changbin yet," Chan stepped in now, making sure things didn't escalate before they would come to the actual point of this conversation.

"Sorry Binnie, we got carried away," Hyunjin said sweetly, placing a kiss on Changbin's cheek. "Tell us your fantasy. We won't tease or judge. Only listen."

The others nodded in agreet. Changbin took a deep breath. Logically, he knew he could trust his friends. But he'd played this role for so long, he still feared they would be put off by his sudden switch-up. But then Hyunjin squeezed his thigh and looked at him with so much encouragement in his eyes that Changbin looked down at his lap and finally opened his mouth.

"I want to be forced into chastity."

Hyunjin frowned slightly.

"Like, being kept from having sex?"

Changbin swallowed hard and nodded.

"Oh. Like, 24/7?"

"Yeah. But like... Like I still want to get permission from time to time. I just... It's... It's just..."

"Breathe," Chan reminded him. "We're here to find a way to make this happen, okay?"

Changbin took a slow breath and nodded. He still wasn't looking at anyone, but when Hyunjin offered him a hand, he took it and squeezed it tightly.

"I want a cage. And I want... At least in my fantasy... I want to be kept from getting off at all. So it all gets pent up. Till I break. And then I'd... I'd beg to fuck Hyunjin. Till you finally let me. And I'd be really bad at it because I'm too needy. And I'd cum way too fast so I'd get punished by being overstimulated, before I get locked away again."

Changbin was quiet for a moment, anxiously waiting for a reaction. Jisung was the first one to speak up.

"So... Do we play rock paper scissors about who gets to keep the key? Or did you already have someone in mind?"

"They key?" Changbin asked, looking up for the first time now.

"Yeah, for your cage," Jisung said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, um... I guess I... I mean..."

"We won't be upset if only one person get it," Hyunjin said, squeezing Changbin's hand back. "We'd understand. You're allowed to have preferences."

"No, I... I wouldn't mind if it gets passed around between everyone. But I... I want... Seungmin to own it."

Seungmin looked surprised for the first time that day.

"Me? Why?"

Changbin squeezed even harder around Hyunjin's hand, staring straight at the floor. Hyunjin put his free arm around Changbin, moving closer to give him the extra comfort he needed.

"Because... Because I know you're strict. And you're mean. And I'm envious when you treat Hyunjin like he's too desperate all the time. And because I know you wouldn't give in easily. And because... Because I know you'd be a good owner. You understand and respect my limits, even though you're harsh. But I also just... When I see you fucking Hyunjin or Wooyoung, I just know I could never do it like you. And that's embarrassing, but I like that feeling it gives me."

Seungmin nodded slowly.

"So you want me to be your owner." It wasn't a question. Changbin had already confirmed it, but he nodded again.

"You know I'm gonna do more than just play if you agree to that kind of thing, right?"

Changbin nodded again, this time more eagerly.

"So you only get to fuck me with Minnie's permission now?" Hyunjin asked, no judgement to be found in his voice.

"If that's what he wants," Seungmin replied.

"I... Yeah. That's what I want. And for Jeongin, too. I really...really want him so bad. But I..."

"You'll wait till we all had a turn, won't you? Since desperate mutts only get sloppy seconds."

Seungmin's words were cold and unforgiving, but Changbin only bit his lip, thighs closing and squeezing slightly.

"Yes, hyung— I mean— I'm— shit, sorry—"

"Good boy."

Changbin shut up at that, looking slightly distraught but incredibly turned on at the same time.

"I'm gonna buy you a cage. And you'll wear it every day. And we can talk about the details of it then. We'll share with the group what they need to know. And if something ends up not feeling right, you will tell us this time. Don't wait till it gets bad enough that we suspect you again."

"Yes, hyung," Changbin replied, this time only slightly less embarrassed.

"Good. Are we done, then? I have to go online shopping."

"You haven't shared a fantasy yet, Seungmin-ah," Minho reminded him, an unreadable expression on his face now. Seungmin returned it for a moment before he looked back over at Changbin, who was smiling to himself like a kid on Christmas eve now.

"Hm. There's so many to pick from. But right now, I'm picturing Jeongin on the floor getting gang raped while Changbin is sitting at the side with his hands tied so he can't touch his sorry little dick while he watches us having our fun."

Changbin let out a slightly strangled sound, thighs clamping together. Seungmin didn't even blink before getting up.

"Hyunjin, if he asks, he doesn't get to fuck you today. You can tease him, though. He needs to learn discipline if he wants to be my pet. Let me know if he cums."

Hyunjin smirked.

"Oh, I like this game. Binnie, you should've told us ages ago that you could be this fun."

"Please don't," Changbin whispered, looking up at Seungmin with a pleading look, but Seungmin's expression didn't waver.

"Don't touch yourself until the cage arrives. If you mess up before we even start you'll miss your chance. Got it?"

"Yes, hyung," Changbin replied quickly.

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow. Jisung, did you get the pills from your mom?"

"Yeah, I've got the drugs."

"Perfect. We can invite Innie over tomorrow, then. Let's see how long till he finally caves."

"Maybe we should start fucking Hyunjin in front of him so he gets used to it," Minho suggested.

"Don't you think that's still too early?" Jisung asked.

"Maybe casual blow-jobs, for starters," Chan said.

"Sounds good to me." Jisung grinned.

"That's so unfair," Changbin sighed.

"You chose this fate," Minho said, something urgent in his voice. He was acting kind of todd today, but Changbin didn’t seem to pick up on that. He just rolled his eyes, pretending like he wasn't loving the attention.

"We'll just encourage him to give it another try," Chan said. "We use Jinnie's mouth one by one until it's his turn and he sees no other way but to partake."

"Oh, I'll get to seduce him?" Hyunjin looked excited at that.

"If anyone sticks their tongue out he'll cum on it," Seungmin said dryly. "He's way too pent up anyways. And you,” Seungmin grabbed Hyunjin’s hair harshly, “I’m not done with you yet. You wanna act like that today, huh? Don’t think I’ll forget your words. You’re coming to my place after this.” With that, he left the room.

“What was that about?” Jisung asked, half joking, looking at Hyunjin.

“Nothing,” Hyunjin muttered, getting up now.

“Are you getting punished? For what?” Jisung asked curiously, apparrently not reading the room at all.

“Leave him be, Han-ah,” Minho said, ruffling through Jisung’s hair.

“But Seungmin acted all mysterious!”

“That’s between Hyunjin and Minnie. Don’t get involved,” Minho told him softly, pressing a kiss to Jisung’s cheek.

“But he—”

“Han.” Minho sounded sharper than intended, and Jisung’s eyes widened a little. Minho quickly covered his ears, an apologetic look on his face for having raised his voice.

“Sorry, sorry…” Jisung muttered, looking dowm.

“This isn’t for us to investiage, baby,” Minho told him, trying to sound softer again. Jisung nodded.

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop being nosey.”

Hyunjin was staring down at Minho silently, Changbin watching them with a confused frown.

“You’re all acting weird today,” he muttered.

“You should go home,” Minho told Hyunjin. Hyunjin shook his head. “You should,” Minho repeated. Hyunjin shook his head again. “Then don’t. One day you’ll lose it all to Seungmin.”

Hyunjin didn’t reply, walking out of the room and closing the door.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Pants down."

Changbin bit on his lip, only hesitating for a short moment before obeying Seungmin's command. They were in his apartment, this time alone. Seungmin watched with a blank expression how Changbin pulled down his pants.

"Boxers too."

Changbin obliged, pushing them off his hips. Seungmin stared down at his now exposed dick for a moment.

"Do you like it when I tell you what a useless fucking cock you have?"

The cock in question twitched at Seungmin's words, and Changbin choked out a quick confirmation, knowing Seungmin wanted a verbal reply.

"That's pathetic. But whatever. Not a surprise when it comes to you."

Changbin let out a shaky breath, hoping Seungmin wouldn't notice.

"I bought the cage. I'm going to keep the key for now. In the future, I might give it to other people, including Hyunjin. And if the slut has your key, you better keep up with his fucking demands, do you hear me?"

"Yes— yes, hyung."

"Good. All that training won't be for nothing."

Seungmin got out a box and opened it, taking out a small metal cage. Unlocking it, he handed it to Changbin.

"Take a look."

Changbin's palms were sweaty as he accepted the cage, turning it in his hand. He knew Seungmin was ruthless, but at the same time, he was attentive. He noticed the slightest change in vibes or expression, and he turned out to be a true mind-reader sometimes.

"Let me put it on."

Changbin willingly gave it back and watched with labored breath how Seungmin fixed the metal around his half-hard dick.

"There."

Seungmin stood up straight again and added the key to his keyring. Changbin watched it closely, then looked up at Seungmin again.

"How does it feel?"

"Um. Strange. But exciting," Changbin replied.

"Okay. That's a good thing. If that ever changes, we'll need a safeword. Because I will make sure you'll be sobbing ugly, begging me to take it off in a matter of days. And I'm not gonna do it unless you use your safeword."

Changbin chewed on his bottom lip.

"I kinda... don't want a...safeword."

Seungmin tilted his head.

"You know that would mean you have no control anymore, right? Your pathetic little dick will be mine, and there's no way for you to stop me from doing whatever I want with it."

Changbin nodded.

"I want that."

"What if it gets too much for you?"

Changbin took in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it.

"I want that."

"Okay, then. I hope you know I don't give a shit about your comfort when it comes to this. If you change your mind about the safeword thing, let me know. But unless you use a safeword with me, I'm gonna do what I want, and you'll suck it up."

"Please," Changbin said, feeling himself growing harder, but this time, the cage prevented it. He let out a small sound of frustration.

"You're already a mess and it hasn't even been five minutes. I think you need some weeks of no action before we can start with your proper training."

"What?" Changbin's eyes widened.

"Don't act so surprised."

Changbin blinked a few times, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"Nothing at all? How long?"

"As long as I decide."

"But... I've never gone longer than a couple days. You can't just... You can't do this over night."

"I can."

"Come on, I—"

"If you want to cum so badly, ask someone to fuck you. The key is mine now, suck it up."

Changbin wanted to protest, but he knew it was of no use. He was incredibly turned on by the whole scene, already looking forward to all the ways he knew Seungmin was going to humiliate him from here.

"Let's talk details. Do you still want to be exclusive in our group?"

"Yeah. I only wanna fuck Hyunjin and Jeongin."

"Okay. You're going to fuck them when I want you to, or whoever has your key then. When I fuck Hyunjin, you're going to watch from now on. Hyunjin is a well trained pet, so you'll learn something. I might also tie you up and let Jinnie play with you. That is if he behaves," Seungmin muttered the last part under his breath.

"That... wasn't part of the deal."

"It is now. Are you backing out?"

"No. No, I like it. We just didn't talk about that before."

"We're doing it now. Anything else you want out of this?"

Changbin thought for a moment.

"I... I think I don't want the general dynamic in our group to change because of this. I know Hyunjin likes being sexualized all the time, but I think I'd prefer when it's subtle. When the teasing sounds casual. I'm not the group's slut like Hyunjin. I only want this type of dynamic with you. Or at least not in the group. In private."

"So you wanna keep your reputation up and just be a needy dog when it's you and someone else or when we're getting sexual, yeah?" Seungmin asked for confirmation.

"Yes."

"Okay. Then here's what I want from you. Every night, you're gonna send me a picture of your cage. So I know you're still wearing it. You're gonna tell me when you're hard, so I know how pent up you are. And you're gonna tell me if you cum."

"How would I cum with the cage on?" Changbin asked.

"Oh puppy. Once you get desperate enough... You'll let anyone bend you over. Trust me."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"C'mere, Jinnie," Minho ordered. They were playing Mario kart on the big screen in Chan's living room. He had invited them to his house for today's hangout, the place even more comfortable than Changbin's apartment. It was a weak attempt at making Jeongin feel a bit more at ease for what was about to come.

Jeongin only glanced to the side for a moment, focused on beating Felix on the racetrack.

Minho unceremoniously unzipped his pants, pushing his underwear down just enough to free his dick. Hyunjin sat between his knees in front of the couch, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue for Minho to slowly feed him his cock. It wasn't fully hard yet, but Hyunjin was skilled, so that wasn't an issue.

He let out a soft moan, bobbing his head slowly. Minho rested a hand on his head but brought his attention back to the game as if nothing special was going on.

Felix won the round, and Jeongin let out a disappointed sound. Jisung cheered for Felix, patting him on the shoulder.

"This is so unfair, you're way too good. Anyone else wanna try and beat h—" Jeongin's words got stuck in his throat when he turned around and saw the picture. Hyunjin on his knees, eyes closed and lips stretching around Minho's cock. Minho was moving his head up and down slowly, not enough to get him close, but still enough to be enjoyable.

"Don't mind them, Jinnie's just doing him a favor. We do this sometimes," Felix explained, his smile bright and innocent as ever. Jeongin looked back at him with wide eyes, only giving a small nod. But he couldn't tear his eyes away now. Hyunjin was taking Minho's dick with ease, Jeongin could see the length in Hyunjin's throat. He could hear the wet, hollow sounds, but not a single gagging noise. He was more than impressed.

"You ever gotten head from a girl before?" Jisung asked curiously, now having taken the controller from Felix and looking for a new racetrack he wanted to try his luck at.

"No," Jeongin quickly brought out, shaking his head. "Only... Only last time when Hyunjin hyung...um..."

"Really? Never had a... girlfriend? You date girls, right?" Jisung asked, completely ignoring what Jeongin had said.

Jeongin felt his cheeks flushing a bit at the question.

"I've never had one."

"Ah. That sucks. Do you want one?"

Jeongin shrugged.

"Maybe. Yeah. Would be nice, I guess." Jisung chuckled lightly at that.

"You're not one of those wait for marriage Christians though, right?"

Jeongin hesitated for a moment, seeming to think.

"Not really... But I... I don't have any experience, so I think I'd still take my time."

"No experience?" Felix quipped up. "With sex?"

Jeongin felt himself getting even more red when suddenly a new game started. Seungmin and Changbin where sitting next to Minho on the couch, while the three gamer boys were in front of them on the floor. Chan was sitting on an armchair at the side, laptop propped on his legs. Ever the busy professor.

Seungmin now looked over at Minho and tapped his arm, nudging his head towards Hyunjin. They shared a look, and Minho nodded. Felix was already glancing back at them. Jeongin was giving them a too perfect setup.

"Yeah. That stuff. I don't wanna be bad at it when I have a girlfriend, but, you know. I just have to hope she doesn't have experience either, or else that's gonna be embarrassing."

Jisung seemed to be focused on the game, but in reality, he was nearly vibrating with excitement. All of them could feel it. It was now or never.

Minho pulled Hyunjin off his dick and patted his cheek, sending him a look. Hyunjin nodded, panting quietly.

"You know, you could practice." Felix was the one who said it. It only made sense.

"Practice?"

"Yeah. Just have sex with someone else. Someone who knows what they're doing. You can gain some experience before committing to a girl you like."

"But... Shouldn't that only happen in a committed relationship? I don't think anyone wants to have sex if they're not in love," Jeongin thought out loud.

Felix bit down on his lip, stifling a laugh.

"Oh, I know some people who do."

"Yeah?"

Felix hummed in confirmation, keeping his eyes on the screen as to not make it too obvious that he was staring.

"You should try it. You can start small and work your way up. How's that?"

Jeongin was struggling with a sharp corner on the track, groaning when he hit a wall and had to try again.

"I guess..." He said absently.

"You could start with receiving, so it's easier. Just getting used to the feeling of it, you know?"

Jeongin just hummed, not really listening anymore.

"Jinnie."

Felix didn't need to say anything else. Hyunjin was already moving, sitting down next to Jeongin. He tugged on Jeongin's sweatpants, making him jerk.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you used to the feeling." Hyunjin grinned.

"O-oh, you mean, like...right now?"

"Yep. Just focus on your game, don't worry about me."

Jeongin seemed really hesitant, but upon looking around, everyone's eyes were on the screen. So he also returned his eyes to the game, trying to ignore his rising nervousness as his boxers were tugged down. It felt weird to be exposed, but it wasn't the first time Hyunjin saw him like this. So it wasn't like this was a first. He tried to calm his nerves with that thought.

When he felt something wet dribbling down on his dick, Jeongin flinched. Then there was a hand around his length, slowly stroking it up to the tip and then repeating the motion. Jeongin tried hard to remain unbothered, remembering Minho's relaxed demeanor while getting a blowjob earlier. It was already hard to focus on the game now, but Jeongin risked a short glance back to Minho.

The man was stroking himself now, hand slick with Hyunjin's spit from just a few moments ago. He still looked relaxed and completely unfazed that all of the others could watch if they wanted to.

Jisung was nearing the end of the track now with Felix hyping him up, while Jeongin felt himself growing hard in Hyunjin's hand. He had no idea where he was in the game, and had already given up on trying to win. He only wanted to save his dignity by at least pretending to still be focused on the game and keeping himself from making any embarrassing sounds.

When Jisung crossed the finish line, Jeongin let out a small sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to try and keep up a facade of knowing what he was doing anymore. He had half a mind to congratulate Jisung on his win when he suddenly felt a wet heat around his dick.

A high sound left his legs before he could stop it, hips bucking up involuntary.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, didn't meant to— nhh..." Jeongin was breathing waster now, watching Hyunjin suck him deeper, tip hitting Hyunjin's throat again. It wasn't the first time. But this time, it wasn't the same, right? He hadn't asked for it, last time. Had even tried to push Hyunjin away.

This time, he had basically agreed to this. It was true, he didn't have any experience so far. And he was nearly 20. Maybe it really was time he opened up a little. It was really generous that Hyunjin was offering him to try things out like that. Maybe he should be grateful for the opportunity instead of feeling repulsed.

"It's kinda nice to have Hyunjin around, you know?" Jisung said now. "He'll suck you off whenever you feel like it. He loves that. So you can just give him a wink when you need it."

Jeongin didn't know what to do with his hands, so he was gripping his own thighs now, trying not to rock forward into Hyunjin's perfect mouth. It was true, Hyunjin was really good at this. Jeongin wasn't sure how to feel about it. He thought he should probably not be enjoying this, but his body had other ideas.

"A-aren't you...with Minho hyung?" Jeongin asked now, the controller slipping from his hand where he'd awkwardly been holding onto it with a few fingers. It clattered onto the floor, and Hyunjin took that as a sign to double down on his efforts. He swallowed and relaxed his throat before slowly sinking deeper, all the way until his nose was pressed against Jeongin's abdomen.

Felix was watching from the side with a smirk, knowing Jeongin was too far gone now to notice. He watched shamelessly how Hyunjin deepthroated him, licking his lips when he noticed that Jeongin didn't shave. He probably didn't expect anyone to see it, but Felix really couldn't complain. He liked his guys with some hair. He knew that he wouldn’t get to enjoy it for long, since Chan would definitely get Jeongin to shave it clean, so he was gonna enjoy it as long as it lasted.

"Yeah, I date Minho. But we have a bit of an open deal when it comes to Jinnie. He's just such a big slut, you know? So we all fuck him from time to time." That was probably and understatement, but Jisung wanted to ease Jeongin into the idea of their relationships. Little white lies like that only served Jeongin in the end, after all.

"You—ah, you...guys... Are you, mhh-ah, are...are you poly?" Jeongin brought out, face flushed red in embarrassment from all the involuntary sounds he was making. Hyunjin was expertedly moving his head, tongue lapping at the underside of Jeongin's dick. He was smaller than what Hyunjin was used to, but that just made it easier to rile him up.

"We're not poly," Minho said now, still stroking himself to the scene. "It's more like a friends with benefits situation. It works for all of us."

"A-ah..." Jeongin tried to nod, hips twitching forward the closer he got. "I'm, I'm... Nh-ahh, hyung—"

"Close?" Jisung asked, pretending like he wasn't half humping the pillow in his lap. Felix didn't have that luxury, relieving some of the tension with a few squeezes to his bulge.

Jeongin let out a pathetic little whine, visibly trying to hold back. Somehow, he had gotten into this situation. He had no idea how. But now he was so close to cumming, and all of his friends were watching. Again. He couldn't imagine a more embarrassing situation. But it couldn't be helped. They were just being generous with him, he reminded himself. And besides, Hyunjin wasn't a girl. So it didn't really count as having sex, right?

Minho bit back a moan the moment Jeongin finally came, stroking himself to completion within seconds. He'd been waiting to cum together with the younger, now sighing as he was riding out his orgasm. It felt good, but now that Jeongin was already this far in, he felt even more desperate to get his dick in the boy. He knew they were mere days away from the big moment, now.

Hyunjin sucked Jeongin completely dry before pulling off. Jeongin was overwhelmed. He was breathing fast, not knowing what to do or where to look. He wanted to hide away. That's when Chan got up and stepped closer.

"Did you overwhelm him, Hyunjin-ah?" He said, leaning down and picking Jeongin up from where he was sitting. "The poor boy is a virgin. You gotta be more careful with him. He's so fragile."

Jeongin didn't know what was going on, but he was getting carried away and sat down on Chan's lap, over in a corner. He could hear some chatter from the others, but then there was a blanket being wrapped around it, and he felt all fuzzy as the scent of Chan’s perfume engulfed him, the sounds slowly getting quieter in his mind.

"There you go, little one. Was it too much, hm?" Chan rubbed his back slowly over the blanket, and Jeongin felt himself melting into his embrace. He felt safe under the blanket, against Chan's big, soft chest, held by his strong arms. Chan let out soft hums, rubbing his back and cupping his butt occasionally, somehow making the touches feel intimate yet innocent.

He was patting Jeongin's butt, stroking his hair, rubbing his thighs—but it felt like being held by a parent rather than anything sexual. That made Jeongin relax more and more, until his eyes fluttered shut, mind floaty and drifting away.

"He's so cute," Felix sighed. When Chan looked over at them again, they got up.

"Is he asleep?" Minho asked as they crowded around Jeongin's relaxed body.

"Not asleep. But he's floaty."

"I sucked the life out of him," Hyunjin giggled.

"I wanna touch him," Changbin said, speaking up for the first time today.

"Don't. You'll wake him," Seungmin said, before running a finger up Jeongin's back himself.

"He needs to trust me fully for this to work, so be careful," Chan instructed, before gently lifting the blanket from Jeongin's legs until his butt was revealed. He laid the blanket around his head instead, making sure Jeongin could breathe well but his eyes were covered. Then he gave Seungmin an approving nod.

Seungmin carefully pulled down Jeongin's sweats and boxers, and there was a round of quiet groans going through the room when his plump ass was revealed. Seungmin kneaded it slowly, ghosting his thumb over Jeongin's hole.

"Cute," he said, before reaching into his own pants. He stroked himself in his boxers, not even bothering to take it out. He circled Jeongin's hole with his thumb, applying light pressure, rubbing it slowly until it was twitching from sensitivity.

"Fuck, he wants it so bad," Jisung breathed, grabbing himself through his pants. "Hyungggg," he whined, and Minho just chuckled. He licked over Jisung's neck before snaking his hand into the front of Jisung's pants, scraping his nails over the growing bulge over the fabric of his boxers. Jisung stifled a whimper, hips bucking into Minho's hand.

"Shh, quiet, baby," Minho whispered, rubbing his thumb where Jisung's leaking tip was, knowing it would drive him insane.

Jisung bit down on his lip, holding on to Minho's free arm to ground himself.

"Fuck, please Minnie, wanna see his hole, please," he whined quietly.

Seungmin didn't reply, but he pulled the skin next to Jeongin's pink little hole, stretching the skin until the muscle started to flutter, trying to close again. Jisung whimpered at the view, leaking more precum into his boxers. Minho chuckled, massaging the tip until the wetness soaked the fabrik, making lewd, wet sounds when he squished Jisung's dick.

"Hyung, hyung, please," Jisung begged, trying to rub against Minho's hand. Minho looked hungry next to Jisung, licking another wet stripe up his neck.

“I wanna eat you,” he grumbled, eyes still fixated on Jisung’s neck while he kept massaging and squeezing his boyfriend’s clothed bulge.

"This is so not fair," Changbin huffed. He was watching everyone touching themselves, except for Chan, with his arms crossed in front of his chest. "Can't you take it off, Seungmin-ah?" He asked, tapping Seungmin's shoulder.

"Be quiet," Seungmin just replied, jerking himself off over Jeongin's ass.

Felix was grinding himself against Hyunjin's ass, who was lazily palming himself through his pants.

"Next time, he's fucking Hyunjin," Seungmin said. It wasn't a question. They all knew it was time. Jeongin was ready now. Today just needed to settle for a bit. They had Jeongin right where they wanted him.

Seungmin came with a sigh, cum hitting Jeongin's bare skin. Felix immediately whipped his phone out, taking pictures of the scene to remember for later. Not long after, Jisung came into his boxers as well, needily grinding against Minho's flat palm in his pants.

"I can't wait... Ahh, I need to fuck him," Jisung whined, sucking in a breath as he rode out his high.

"Soon, baby. Very soon," Minho promised, nibbling Jisung’s his earlobe like he was starving for a taste.

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Jeongin had thought about it. He knew he wasn't gay. He'd never been interested in men, and even after getting head twice from Hyunjin, he didn't feel like that had changed. But he couldn't deny that he had felt really good in the moment. He could almost ignore the disgust of receiving sexual acts from another man.

Not that he had any problem with that in general. He just didn't like it on himself. Sure, Hyunjin was really good looking. Jeongin had eyes. But thinking back to the image of Hyunjin's lips around his dick made Jeongin feel almost a bit nauseous.

It didn't meant anything, anyways, Jeongin decided. It didn't have to be weird if he didn't make it weird. He wasn't one of those outdated and conservative Christians. He could try some things in life and not feel too guilty about it. This was just one of those things.

They were being nice. Letting Jeongin make experiences and making sure he wouldn't be a complete baby when getting his first girlfriend. They were so thoughtful towards him, he couldn't be mad that they didn't pick up on his discomft. How would they, if he didn't tell them?

Jeongin decided not to ponder on it too much. Getting a blowjob for a friend was apparently normal to these people. And if that was all, he could live with it. It wasn't a bad price to pay for a group of amazing friends.

Felix was great at socializing. Like, he was an absolute charmer. Whenever Jeongin had to attend an event or go somewhere new, Felix would accompany him and make sure he felt safe and included. He helped Jeongin make connections around campus, though none of those friendship ever really came to anything in the end. But that was never Felix's fault, of course. Of course.

Changbin dragged him to the gym three times a week, and even payed for his membership. He was a great personal coach, and despite getting a little touchy from time to time, Jeongin was grateful to have someone determined enough to help him build a routine and stay fit.

Minho and Jisung would often help him out with school projects. It wasn't uncommon for Jeongin not to find a partner for his works, and he needed someone to help him with the research. The two had offered their help from early on. Despite both having a different major than him, they had saved his ass too many times to count already. He couldn't imagine making it to the end without them.

Hyunjin had completely changed up Jeongin's wardrobe since they had met. Jeongin had never payed much attention to his style, but since Hyunjin had a say in it, he felt a lot more confident with what he wore. Hyunjin helped him pick out clothes and match outfits together, making Jeongin into a whole new person. Suddenly he wasn't the awkward teenager in hoodie and jeans anymore. He could let himself be seen these days.

Seungmin was a quiet support to Jeongin's life. He didn't interfere much with his routine, but he showed up when it mattered. When Jeongin was late for his afternoon classes, Seungmin picked him up with his car. When Jeongin ran out of food because he'd been studying for days and forgetting to care about anything else, Seungmin brought him groceries. It was small things, but he did them without having to be asked. Jeongin would likely have starved multiple times if it wasn't for Seungmin's attentive care.

And then there was Chan, of course. Chan, who still drove him to class every morning. Chan, who had patted him on the back and given him a small wink when he voiced his concern about failing a class, and suddenly Jeongin had nothing to worry about anymore. Chan, who, despite being so much older, always gave Jeongin a feeling of safety when he needed it. A steady shoulder to lean on. Especially since Jeongin hadn’t been living without his residential group for very long now.

All that to say—Jeongin was incredibly thankful for everything his friends did for him. It seemed like they always knew just what he needed. They were a group of incredible people who had made his life so much better ever since he'd been part of their friend group. So surely, he could overlook some of the weirder things his friends did. Like smoking weed in close proximity to him or giving him the first and second blowjob of his life. Some of the former 'friends' of Jeongin had definitely done worse things.

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Once again, they were invited to Chan's place. Jeongin didn't know why they suddenly stopped meeting up at Changbin's apartment and instead hung out in Chan's house, but he surely didn't mind. He was getting more used to the place. The cozy furniture, the lively atmosphere of the place—it seemed like the place was meant to be lived in. Like someone lived here next to Chan all this time. But he knew Chan had been divorced for some years already.

Felix and Changbin were fighting about what chips to open while Jisung was showing Jeongin his new achievement in the mobile game both of them liked to play. Chan was correcting exams with his headphones on, probably set on noise cancellation. Seungmin was trying to annoy him with little succession, son getting bored and looking for his next victim. Hyunjin was rolling a joint with Minho watching his hands like he expected Hyunjin to mess up any second, just so he could take it away from him and do it himself.

"But normal chips are only good for movies, we're not watching a movie!" Felix argued loudly, holding up a bag of Doritos.

"Who cares what we're doing, the normal ones are good!" Changbin frowned, trying to take the chips away from Felix.

"Why don't you just open both?" Seungmin groaned, snatching the bag out of Felix's hand and ripping it open without hesitation. Felix stared at him with wide eyes.

"They're not our chips!"

"So what? Channie's paying," Seungmin said dryly, stuffing the first chip into his mouth.

"Did you ask if we can open both?" Changbin asked. Seungmin rolled his eyes.

"Really? They're like 3000 won, don't pee your pants."

"But they're Chan's, and he told us to pick," Felix said.

"Pick both," Seungmin deadpanned.

"Do you even know what game you wanna play yet?" Jeongin asked, amused at their bickering. Felix grinned at that, reaching into the open bag of chips and biting down on one before plopping down on the couch next to them.

"Truth or dare."

"How old are you again?" Minho asked, but Felix ignored him. He looked over at Hyunjin instead, who had finished rolling his joint and then blinked up at Seungmin with a pout.

“Ask properly,” Seungmin said, raising one eyebrow expectantly. Hyunjin sat still for a moment, contemplating his option. Then he let out a small whine.

“Please, Seungmin-ah? Come on, I deserve it.”

“You can ask someone else with that attitude, see where begging gets you,” Seungmin spat at him, and Hyunjin quickly shook his head.

“I’m sorry, I’m— Please, hyung-nim, can you light it for me?”

Minho let out a small huff next to him.

“I have a lighter too, y’know? You didn’t need to go that low.”

Hyunjin’s eyes flickered over to him for a moment before he quickly shook his head.

“No, I’m good. Seungmin has to light it for me.”

“Why don’t you buy a lighter yourself?” Minho asked now, still eyeing the joint in Hyunjin’s hand.

Hyunjin didn’t reply, staring down at the small rolled up paper. Then he looked back up at Seungmin again.

“Please, Sir, will you light it for me?”

Seungmin silently reached into his pocket, holding out the lighter and flicking it on. He didn’t move his hand, so Hyunjin quickly held the joint to the small flame.

“Thank you, hyung,” he muttered, taking the first drag with Minho still watching closely.

"Jinnieeeeee?" Felix gave Hyunjin his best puppy eyes now, and Hyunjin questioningly looked over at him.

"Can you ask Channie to let us open a second bag of chips?"

Hyunjin let out a small huff of laugh, smoke escaping his lips.

"Why don't you ask yourself?"

"Because you're his sugar baby and he loves you. C'mon, ask your daddy for us."

Jeongin shouldn't be surprised, but he still raised his eyebrows at Felix's words.

Hyunjin sighed and took another drag from the joint before getting up, walking over to the table where Chan was sitting with his headphones on. He grabbed the side of the headphones, lifting it up slightly.

"Channie-ah," he purred, breathing out the smoke. Chan looked up with a blank expression, waiting for Hyunjin to speak. "They're making me ask you for more snacks."

Chan glanced over towards Changbin who was still holding his bag of unopened chips.

"They're yours, baby," Chan just said, and Hyunjin smirked.

"Thanks Daddy," he said back, before offering Chan the joint. Chan parted his lips slightly, letting Hyunjin feed the little roll to him. When he blew out the smoke again, Hyunjin pressed a small kiss to his cheek before putting the headphone back over Chan's ear.

"Be glad that you have me," Hyunjin chuckled, way too satisfied with himself. Changbin rolled his eyes, but still eagerly opened the chips.

"You're an angel, Jinnie," Felix said, still munching away on his Doritos.

"So. Truth or dare?" Changbin grinned, walking over to the couch.

"I dare you to keep your mouth shut for longer than twenty seconds," Minho said, getting up to steal the joint from Hyunjin.

"I dare you to kiss me!" Jisung quipped, pursing hips lips and leaning his head back over the back of the couch. Minho let out a small laugh, walking over to give his boyfriend an upside-down kiss. Jisung grabbed for his neck, and Minho hungrily deepened the kiss, taking and taking until Jisung pulled away with a small gasp for air.

"Nasty," Hyunjin commented.

"That was so fucking tame," Changbin said, glancing at him.

"It's too romantic for me." Hyunjin shook his head.

"Too romantic? These two maniacs barely have a relationship," Seungmin said. "That's why they fuck you instead of each other."

"That's not fair, you know why we do that!" Jisung pouted, a frown on his face.

"Why do you do it?" Jeongin asked now. "If that's okay to ask."

"We're both tops," Jisung said, shrugging. "I've bottomed for Minho, but it's not my thing. Hyunjin is the solution to that problem."

"Oh. Yeah, that makes sense..." Jeongin nodded, thoughtful.

"I've never believed that," Seungmin said, stealing chips from Changbin.

"Why?" Changbin asked.

"I'm calling cap on Jisung being a top. Just doesn't add up. Have you seen him?"

"Hey, my looks have nothing to do with that," Jisung complained. "I can be cute and still a top!"

"You are, baby. Don't listen to the angry puppy. He's trying to get a rise out of you," Minho said, now finally in possession of the joint. He took a drag before pressing his lips onto Jisung's, passing the smoke into his mouth. Hyunjin rolled his eyes.

"I can't breathe with so much love in the air. It's suffocating."

"Get a life," Minho murmured, not sparing Hyunjin a single glance.

"You should try it, though," Jisung said after getting his fill of Minho's lips. Jeongin looked up from his phone.

"Try what?"

"Hyunjin."

Jeongin gave him a confused look.

"What?"

"Like, you should fuck him. You wanted experience, right? So you're not a fuckup when you get a girlfriend. Hyunjin's really easy, you should do him."

"Easy, huh?" Hyunjin smirked. "Like I don't benefit from this at all."

"Quiet in the cheap seats," Jisung scolded him. "I'm trying to get you laid here."

"Thanks, but I think I'm good," Jeongin quickly replied.

"You should,” Jisung insisted. “What if you get a girlfriend and you can't fuck her? Then what? You'll be nervous, you'll cum in five seconds and embarrass yourself in front of a chick. She'll want nothing to do with you and tell everyone what happened, and you gotta move to another town to find a single girl who doesn't know that story."

Jeongin looked at Jisung with a doubtful expression.

"You think so?"

"My first time was a shameful experience," Jisung said. "I'm glad it was with Minho, and he promised to tell nobody. I still think about it in the shower sometimes and wanna disappear into the ground."

"It wasn't that bad," Minho said, reluctantly passing the joint back to its rightful owner.

"It was. I don't even wanna remember it," Jisung sighed. "I swore to never bottom again after that day."

"But you did," Minho said, nuzzling Jisung’s neck like a clingy cat.

"Yeah, once. One more time. And that was before we started the deal with Hyunjin. It's been forever since then."

"You actually think I'd fuck it up?" Jeongin asked quietly. He looked nervous now.

"Everyone does. But with us, you'd be in good hands, you know?"

Jeongin nodded. Jisung leaned back into the couch next to him.

"I'll tell you what. If you have your first time with Hyunjin, your embarrassing story is going to be safe with us. Your friends. No girl is ever gonna know if you blow your load in ten seconds. And we can give you some advice. It's a win-win situation."

Jeongin glanced between Jisung and Hyunjin now.

"But Hyunjin is a guy..."

"So? Is that a problem?" Hyunjin asked now, blowing out some smoke. "A hole is a hole." He smirked. "I can make my voice higher if you like. I don't mind if you call it a pussy. We don't kink shame around here. Not even straight people."

Jeongin was feeling his hands getting sweaty as he noticed all eyes lingering on him expectantly.

"I'm... That's not... Y-you don't need to, um... It's fine, I think I'll...just... I don't really..."

"Ah, that's just the nervousness speaking. We've all been there," Felix said, giving Jeongin an encouraging smile. "We've all been with Hyunjin. He's really good. He's probably just as loose as a girl with how much he whores himself out."

Jeongin was speechless as the way he was talking about Hyunjin, but the man in question only let out a giggle, blowing out some smoke before putting out the little end of his joint.

"Don't you want it, Innie? I bet you've been waiting for your first time, hm? I can make it good, no matter how unskilled you are."

Jeongin's heartbeat was picking up.

"It's... I don't know..."

"C'mere, Innie. Sit with Hyung."

Hyunjin sat down on the free couch against the wall. Jeongin held his breath as he slowly got up, awkwardly walking over and sitting down at the far end of the couch, making Hyunjin chuckle.

"So shy. No need, Innie. Hyung's gonna make it good for you. I'll teach you how to use that little dick of yours right."

"I— it's not...!" Jeongin was turning red, feeling pathetic about trying to defend his size. He knew he was average, but something about Hyunjin calling it small made humiliation pool in his stomach. He only watched in anxious silence how Hyunjin slipped out of his clothes, stripping completely naked like it was just anogher friendly hangout for him.

"Sungie, lube?" He asked. Jisung reached into his pocket, fishing out a package and tossing it over. Hyunjin caught it perfectly, ripping it open. Jeongin didn't know when the point came where he was going to say that he didn't actually want to fuck Hyunjin. They were just trying to help him, but Jeongin was panicking, trying to find a way out of this situation.

"Hyung..." Jeongin started, anxiously gripping onto his thighs as he watched Hyunjin lubing up his fingers.

"C'mon, Innie. I'll be gentle with you, hm? Take off your pants."

Jeongin's breath hitched, and he was like frozen. Hyunjin was now moving his hand behind himself, pushing two fingers into his hole with little resistance. Felix threw Seungmin a look and smirked. He knew where Hyunjin had been last night.

When Jeongin still wasn't moving, Hyunjin shuffled closer to him.

"Let me help you, Innie-ah."

He couldn't do anything as Hyunjin unbuckled his belt, pushing Jeongin's waistband down until his dick was revealed once again. Jeongin was trying his best to breathe through it, but when he felt a hand circling his flaccid dick, that quickly failed.

"I'm... Hyung," Jeongin whispered, almost pleadingly. Hyunjin only started to stroke him, getting Jeongin's dick to twitch to life and slowly harden from his skilled movements.

"There you are. Your little one is so excited for it, hm?"

Jeongin was chewing on his lips, holding back sounds while Hyunjin worked him until his dick was completely hard. Then Hyunjin shuffled closer, lifting his hips up, and without warning, sank down on Jeongin's dick.

Jeongin let out an embarrassing sound, mouth dropping open while his hands clenched to fists.

"T-too much, too much, please, it's too much," he croaked out, his voice whiny and high. He sounded breathless, immediately trying to frantically move away, but Hyunjin just caressed his cheek.

"Take your time, Innie baby. You can adjust as long as you need. There's no rush, hm?"

Jeongin was squeezing his eyes shut, face completely flushed. Embarrassment was written all over his expression, the humiliation of doing such intimate things in front of his friends obvious in every sound and every movement he made.

"Hyung..." Jeongin whispered, and Hyunjin clenched down on him purposely. Jeongin gasped, hips kicking up before he could stop it.

"Do you like it, Innie? I'm not a girl, but I can cry like one if you want."

Jeongin shook his head quickly. He only wanted to be saved from the humiliation of his body being so fucking responsive to Hyunjin. He was a guy. A whole man, impaled on Jeongin's dick. It should not feel this good, Jeongin was sure.

"Do you want me to ride you, baby? Or do you wanna fuck me? It's up to you."

Jeongin just shook his head again, and Hyunjin chuckled.

"Don't wanna choose, hm? That's okay, I'll do it for you. Hold on tight."

Jeongin got no warning before Hyunjin started to move. He had big thighs, strong enough to lift his body over and over again as he started to roll his hips and move up and down on Jeongin's dick.

"Mhhh, so nice. You like it, Innie? You like when I bounce on it?"

Jeongin was breathing fast, unable to close his mouth. Unfiltered moans where falling from his lips. He couldn't help it. His hands gripped onto Hyunjin's waist when he could no longer take it.

"Shi-ahh, ah hyung, please, I can't, can't, 'm gonna— a-ahhhh—"

"Aww, did you almost curse, baby?" Hyunjin cooed, speeding up his rhythm. "Are you close already? Just like we said, isn't it? You gonna cum in me, yeah?"

Jeongin was shaking his head, but his hips were kicking up now, chasing the pleasure. It was too ood. Hyunjin was tight, but soft at the same time. Warm and wet and sucking him in perfectly. Clenching down just right and letting slapping sounds and squelches of lube echo through the room that made Jeongin feel like his dick was a lot bigger than it really was.

"You're so cute, Innie. You'll let me ride you till I cum, won't you?"

Jeongin couldn't answer even if he wanted to. He was desperately rutting his hips up without rhythm or any real intent, only chasing his high, needy sounds rippling from his chest.

"That's it, baby. Fuck me. Harder, Innie. You can do it."

Jeongin let out a cry, bucking his hips up harder. Hyunjin wasn't sure if it was because of his words or just a natural reaction. He moaned at the feeling anyways, Jeongin's dick finally hitting a good spot for once.

"Fuck, there. There. Again."

Jeongin was throwing his head back, legs scrambling for support on the couch as he tried to thrust up into Hyunjin with little success. Hyunjin was getting slightly irritated at the lack of stimulation, but he didn't let it show. It wasn't Jeongin's fault that his dick was smaller than most of his friends', and that he didn't know how to use it yet.

"You can do better, Innie," Hyunjin just whispered, before suddenly pulling Jeongin on top of him, laying back against the couch himself.

"Hold a rhythm. Nice and steady. Hyung will help you."

The rest of the room had mostly gone silent. Minho and Jisung were basically drooling together, Felix rocking his hips into a throw pillow he'd grabbed from somewhere. Chan was watching from his table, just silently observing. Changbin was the only one getting restless.

"Seungmin-ah, you're gonna take it off, right?" He was tugging on Seungmin's shirt, trying to get his attention. They all knew what was about to come. Jeongin fucking Hyunjin was only the start. The initiation. Felix was holding the phone, though unsteady, filming the whole act. This would be the key in proving their innocence if ever needed. The proof that Jeongin had initiated this with them.

Hyunjin was now grabbing onto Jeongin's hips, guiding him at a better pace. Jeongin was mostly gone, nearly trembling as he pathetically tried to fuck Hyunjin, pitiful moans falling from his lips with every sloppy thrust.

"You'll unlock it, right?" Changbin whispered again, tapping Seungmin's shoulder. Seungmin still ignored him. Jisung noticed, trying to listen to Changbin's whispers while the others were focused on Jeongin.

"Can't even find my spot," Hyunjin huffed, trying to fuck himself back into Jeongin. "Useless...dick... Fuck!"

Jeongin was cumming with a sob inside of Hyunjin. He was shuddering hard, a silent scream on his lips while Hyunjin only sighed. He stroked himself now, annoyed at having to do all the work on his own. But before he could get there, Jeongin was already pulling out and crawling away, curling up into a ball.

"Innie?" Hyunjin grieved his own orgasm as he disregarded his dick to wrap his arms around Jeongin. "Hey, it's okay. There's nothing wrong with having a small dick. The first time is never as good as you imagine, but with some practice you'll be just fine."

Jeongin shook his head, trying to pull away, but Hyunjin manhandled him into his lap anyways.

"You did so well, Innie. Did you like it, hm?"

Jeongin didn't agree, but he also didn't deny it. Hyunjin smirked. They had him.

"So, are you gonna repay us?"

Jeongin looked up at Minho, who was standing before him now.

"H-huh?" Jeongin wiped away a tear, trying to pull his pants back up, but Minho reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"You know Hyunjin is our cum dump, right? We let you use him. It's only fair if you pay us back."

Jeongin blinked at Minho through tears, confused and disoriented, trying to understand what Minho was saying. He looked so scared and distraught, it made Minho want to ruin him even more.

"You got to use our slut, you should let us use you too," Felix explained. "It's a fair deal."

"But... I didn't ask for this," Jeongin said, looking between them with round, fearful eyes.

"If course you did." Minho frowned slightly. "You were getting so hard in Jinnie's hand. And you came in him, didn't you? You fucked him."

"I— that was..."

"Did you or did you not cum in Hyunjin?" Seungmin asked coldly, feeling his patience fading away.

Jeongin swallowed hard and nodded with a guilty expression on his face.

"Then you enjoyed it. And if you enjoyed it, that means you wanted it. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yeah..." Jeongin whispered, looking down at his lap where he was still sitting with his pants around his thighs.

"You got to fuck our slut, now it's our turn," Minho explained. Jeongin bit down on his lip, more tears coming to his face, but he nodded anyways.

"There you go. Good boy. Turn around."

Jeongin had no idea what happened after that. There were multiple hands all over his body, moving him and tugging his pants all the way off. His shirt was also removed somewhere along the way, and then he was being bent over the back of the couch, so far forward that his head nearly hit the cushions and his feet didn’t touch the ground anymore and he was starting to struggle.

"Wait, wait, please—"

"Shhhh, quiet, Innie. You should say a prayer for me. Would you do that? The last one didn't really help much. I think I only got more perverted since that day," Minho said with faux softness in his voice. Jeongin only stared at him with a horrified expression. It was probably dawning on him why Minho had asked this of him that day. But he didn't get to think about that before he felt something cold and wet circling his hole.

"Wait!" Jeongin tried to kick out, but someone grabbed his hips and pinned them to the couch, trapping his dick painfully against the hard back.

"Ah, ah, hurts!" He cried out, but only received a harsh spank against his thigh from Felix.

"If you hold still it won't."

With that, he pushed one finger into Jeongin, all the way to the knuckle. Jeongin was screaming, thrashing, until Minho grabbed his jaw.

"Sungie, baby."

Jisung didn't need to be asked. He grabbed his bag and got out a little plastic baggy, stepping closer to his boyfriend. He got out one of the little pills, kneeling down to where Jeongin's head was.

"This is going to make things easier for you and for us," was all he said before offering the pill to Jeongin.

"Hnnng—" Jeongin gritted his teeth together, shaking his head hard. Felix was still pumping his finger in and out, already searching for Jeongin's prostate.

"Open up, Innie. Don't make me hurt you, come on," Minho coaxed. He was grabbing Jeongin's jaw, trying to pry it open. Jeongin still refused, jaw clenching harder. So Minho reached up with his other hand, squeezing Jeongin's nose shut. Jeongin's eyes widened in panick, and he tried to wiggle free, but then Felix pushed in a second finger and Jeongin let out a high cry before gasping for air.

The moment he opened his mouth, Jisung pressed the little pill inside, pushing it down on his tongue and holding onto his jaw tightly.

"Don't you dare try to bite him or you'll regret it," Minho said in a darker tone, still holding onto Jeongin's jaw. It would surely leave some bruises later.

Jeongin was still struggling, but he could feel it getting harder with every passing moment. The pill was slowly resolving on his tongue, and he could feel all of his limbs getting heavier by the minute. Panick rose in his chest when he felt himself getting weaker and more tired. Jisung chuckled.

"Don't worry, you won't pass out, pretty. You'll just get a little sleepy and all soft so we have an easier time with you."

Jeongin tried to say something, but only a slurred mess of sounds came out of his mouth. Jisung finally took his fingers out of his mouth, at the same moment Felix added a third.

"He's so fucking tight," Felix groaned, angling his arm differently so he could start thrusting his fingers harder into Jeongin. The younger in question had gone mostly limp, only twitching and whining at Felix's ministrations.

"I can't find it," Felix pouted, still feeling around inside of Jeongin. He curled his finger a few times, without success.

"Let me," Changbin peaked up, already next to Felix.

"Like you're any good at this," Seungmin scoffed. Changbin ignored it, eager to get his hands on Jeongin.

"Do you have the key on you?" Changbin asked, sounding impatient and pent up as he buried three fingers into Jeongin without a warning. He twisted his fingers around, slowly feeling all over Jeongin's walls, until Jeongin's whole body jerked.

"Oh there it is." Changbin grinned, starting to rub the spot and thrust into it, making Jeongin let out a few high pitched sounds.

"You're so needy for it, aren't you?" Jisung asked, cupping Jeongin's face.

"What a shame that he can't pray like this," Minho sighed.

"It's alright, he can worship your cock with his mouth instead," Jisung proposed. Minho hummed.

"Yeah, that will do. C'mere, Innie. Time to break you in."

Jeongin tried to wiggle and turn, but whatever pill Jisung had given him didn't let him put up a fight. He was completely limp as Minho grabbed his hair and pulled his head up, prying open his mouth.

"That's a good slut. Tongue out, sweetheart."

Jisung smirked, unzipping Minho's pants for him while Minho pressed his fingers down on Jeongin's tongue until spit was pooling around them.

"Waited so fucking long for this," Minho said, excitement evident in his voice.

"You’re gonna be the first, hyung. Fuck him good, yeah? Tell me how he feels, I'm so fucking hard for him," Jisung whined, taking Minho's cock out and stroking it a few times before helping to lign him up with Jeongin's mouth. Jeongin closed his eyes, a pleading sound falling from his lips before Minho's dick finally entered his mouth and he was shut up immediately.

Jeongin gagged every time Minho hit the back of his throat, but they didn't care. Minho let out a long sigh of relief, humming lowly as he slowly fucked into Jeongin's throat. Wet sounds were coming from him now, but Minho only pushed deeper and deeper. He didn't care of Jeongin would throw up. He only needed to cum down his throat. Anything else didn't matter.

"Fuck, he's so good," Minho whispered, moaning when Jisung left needy kissed along his neck.

"As good as Wooyoung?" Jisung asked, desperate for any kind of information.

"Mhhh, he's even more pathetic."

Jisung whined at that, subconsciously rubbing his bugle against Minho's hip.

“As good as me?” Jisung whispered after that, watching Minho’s jaw drop open and brows knitting together almost instantly.

“Fuck, Ha-hannie…ngh, no one…no one’s as good as…”

"Fuck him faster, please," Jisung groaned at that, biting his lip and watching mesmerized how Minho started to fuck Jeongin's throat in ernest. He had gotten a massive ego boost from his boyfriend’s visible reaction at the mere thought of fucking Jisung.

"He's ready, I can't wait any longer," Felix said, ripping his eyes away from the scene. He pulled Changbin's fingers out, shoving him to the side.

"Wait, who said you get to go first?" Changbin complained.

"How are you even gonna fuck him with your cage?" Felix chuckled, pushing his pants down enough to free his erection.

"Seungmin-ah," Changbin groaned, a frustrated look on his face.

"Sluts don't get to call first dibs," Seungmin just said.

"Hyunjin got first dibs!" Changbin yelled.

"Oh. Did you also wanna ride Jeongin? Feel free."

Changbin stared in disbelief, but Seungmin was already ignoring him again. He grabbed one of Jeongin's hands that were lifeless and unmoving, pulling down his own pants a little. Then he pushed Jeongin's limp hand inside, wrapping it around himself and slowly dragging it up and down.

"Fuck—!" Felix moaned loudly as he sank into Jeongin. "Oh fuck, tight, so tight... Shit, his hole needs to be raped so badly...ahhh yes, yes, oh my god!"

Seungmin snickered, watching Felix starting to slowly roll his hips, squeezing Jeongin's cheeks before pulling out slowly and slamming back inside.

"Fuck yeah, such a good doll. Just lay there and...take it!"

Felix thrusted in harshly, starting to pick up his pace. Despite all the lube, Jeongin was still incredibly tight. Felix's head was thrown back in pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum in his throat," Minho moaned now, his hand getting sweaty in Jeongin's hair.

"Please, please, yes," Jisung whined, hips still rutting against Minho's side.

"I need to ruin his little face," Minho groaned, suddenly slapping Jeongin's cheek with his free hand. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to sting.

"That pretty face is made to be slapped and hit," he panted, hips speeding up as he got closer.

Jeongin's gagging sound were obscene, it was a miracle he hadn't thrown up yet. Minho grabbed his throat, feeling his own dick rubbing along the inside, trying to squeeze it with just one hand.

"Fuck, that's it, choke on it, shit—"

He came with a long moan, spilling his release directly into Jeongin's throat. He stayed like that, massaging and squeezing Jeongin's throat to ride out his high, preventing Jeongin from breathing. When he finally pulled out again, Jeongin's breath was hoarse and stuttered.

"You want it, you want it, you love it, love my cock," Felix moaned, fucking Jeongin fast and hard over the couch. He was still slapping and groping at his skin, nails scratching down and leaving red marks on his back.

"Is he good?" Changbin asked, sounding almost pitiful. He was palming at himself, though the cage didn't allow for any kind of real friction.

"So good, such a perfect whore, so tight, fuck.... Ahhhhh yeah, yeah, he's so fucking tight, just begging to be fucked, begging for it, hah~"

Changbin shuddered slightly at Felix's deep voice. It always got extra raspy when he was having sex, especially when he was being so rough. He looked over at Seungmin again, who had by now gotten bored of Jeongin's hand. He was watching Felix's cock splitting open Jeongin's hole, stroking himself lazily to the sight. He was probably coming up with all kinds of deranged ideas right now. Changbin didn't wanna interrupt that, but he was nearly dripping in his cage. He couldn't keep suffering like this.

"Seungmin please, come on," he sighed, frustration clear in his voice.

"If you want him, you ride him," Seungmin simply said. "I make the rules. Now stop whining or I'll put you right next to him. Jisung has more of these pills."

Changbin just stared at him baffled for a moment, until Seungmin let out a dry laugh. It sounded almost artificial.

"You're so easy to scare," he teased, and Changbin nervously laughed along. He didn't ask again after that. Jisung looked at them from the side with a short chuckle, but he didn’t deny nor confirm what Seungmin had claimed.

Felix finally came, grunting deeply as he pushed his cum into Jeongin. When he pulled out, it was dripping down Jeongin's thighs.

"Fuck," Felix sighed, using two fingers to fuck the white, sticky substance back inside.

"Your turn baby," Minho said now, helping Jisung out of his pants. Jisung was already hard and dripping, dick twitching without any stimulation at all. Minho chuckled.

"Is someone needy?"

"Yeah, yeah, please, please, I need him, so badly, need to be inside now," Jisung whined, hips bucking forward as Minho helped him kneel on the edge of the couch and spread his knees so his dick came face to face with Jeongin's drooling mouth.

"Aww, you're so wet, baby," Minho cooed. He rubbed his thumb over Jisung's tip, who cried out in sansitivity.

"Please, please, please, nghhhh—"

"You need it, baby?"

"Yes, yeah, please, need it now, need to fuck him, need to touch, wanna— mhhh, need puppy please, wanna fuck puppy's mouth 'nd hurt him..."

"You can do that, sweet thing. Spread your legs a bit wider for me, let me see that needy little dick."

Jisung let out a shaky sound, trying to follow the instructions. His dick was bobbing in front of him, already glistening wet with precum. He wasn’t big by any means; he definitely wasn’t the type to make someone scream in bed, but his eagerness made up for it. And Minho was obsessed with him all the same.

"So precious. You deserve it, baby."

Minho then grabbed Jeongin's hair again, pushing Jisung forward with one knee until his dick disappeared into Jeongin's awaiting mouth.

"Ah, ah, ahhhhhh ngh—"

Jisung was immediately thrusting his hips, bucking up fast and desperately into Jeongin's mouth. He grabbed the younger's face, watching him with glazed over eyes.

"Mhhhh, wanna put him in a collar," Jisung babbled, hissing from the hot pleasure cursing through his body. "Wanna choke the puppy till he passes out on my dick," he whined, and Minho only laughed behind him.

"Yeah? Wanna put him in a cage? A real one, for dogs? So you can always fuck him whenever you want. Use his mouth like a fleshlight."

Jisung was moaning shamelessly, head falling back against Minho's chest.

"Yeah, yeah, wanna lock him up, wanna starve him till he begs for cock, mfffff— ah, Minho-ah, Minho— hyung-ahhh!"

Jisung flinched when he felt a finger ghosting over his hole. Minho was teasing between his cheeks, touching the soft skin of his butt and running a thumb over his entrance.

"Shhh, just focus on Innie. Don't worry about it."

Jisung let out a confused sound and a yelp when Minho's fingers returned, this time with lube.

"H-hah~ hyung..."

"Shhhh, I'm just helping my baby. Keep fucking your puppy."

Jisung's brows furrowed when he felt the tip of Minho's finger breaching the muscle and slowly sliding inside. This wasn't what he'd expected. Jisung hadn't bottomed in years, and they had both agreed on that.

Still, he wasn't about to stop, now that he finally had what he wanted. Jeongin's throat was hot and tight and perfect. He fucked inside as fast as he could, trying to ignore the weird feelings of Minho's finger entering him and moving slowly along his walls. But then it suddenly touched that special little bundle of nerves in him, and Jisung came with a high pitched cry, hips bucking wildly, not knowing whether he should chase or escape the hot white pleasure shooting up his spine.

Seungmin had been watching the whole scene unfolding quietly. His eyes were fixed on Minho's finger slowly leaving Jisung's hole, and he didn't blink when Minho looked up at him with a dark stare. Minho mouthed something at him, but Seungmin didn’t react.

"Chan hyung?" Seungmin turned his head now. Chan glanced over at him, having watched everything silently so far.

"Hm?"

"Don't you manage the college's baseball team?"

"I do."

"Do you happen to have a bat at home?"

Chan looked at him for a moment, cocking up an eyebrow. Then he let out a small chuckle. He got up and left the room. Changbin looked stunned.

"No way. That's never gonna fit."

"You obviously don't know me very well," Seungmin said. Hyunjin let out a small groan.

"Fuck, we haven't done that in so long, hyung."

Changbin's jaw dropped.

"Have you—?"

"He usually uses glass bottles or his bedpost..." Hyunjin said, sounding almost nostalgic.

"Bedposts?!"

"Yah, no judging," Felix reminded him.

"I'm not judging, I am terrified, and I don't know of which one of them. Maybe both."

Hyunjin just laughed, patting Jeongin's butt.

"Poor boy. You're not gonna walk tomorrow."

That's when Chan came back, holding a baseball bat and an extra bottle of lube.

"There you go."

Seungmin took both with a wicked little smile.

"Thanks, hyung. You're not gonna have a turn at all?"

Chan shook his head.

"I'll have my turn later. When you guys go home. Someone has to take care of him."

"Right. Such a good dad," Hyunjin teased. Chan didn't reply, but adjusted himself in his pants before sitting back in his chair.

Seungmin spent a good ten minutes stretching Jeongin. He would take much longer with Hyunjin, but he didn't really care if Jeongin took any injuries from this. If he'd bleed, that would just make it better. Seungmin knew he didn't need to fuck Jeongin to cum his brains out. He just needed to see him stretched out and in pain.

When he rolled a condom over the bat and lubed it up, all eyes were on him. He had a small smirk on his lips as he stepped closer to Jeongin, rubbing over his cheek soothingly. He was smirking now, losing his stoic expression for the first time that day.

"You'll take it, Innie. Don't worry. It's gonna feel so good."

With that, he aligned the thick end with Jeongin's hole and slowly started to push and twist it. He worked it inside centimeter by centimeter, until Jeongin's hole was finally stretched around the massive girth. Jisung let out a small moan at the picture. Minho smirked behind him.

"Jealous, Hannie?" He asked.

"Shut up," Jisung whined. "It's so fucking big. Do you think that feels good?" Minho shrugged.

"One way to find out," he purred, grabbing Jisung's now clothed butt. Jisung slapped his hand away.

"Stop that. I'm not going to bottom, even if you beg."

Minho pouted but left it, his attention now also drawn back to Jeongin. He was whining weakly, drooling onto the couch while Seungmin was slowly fucking the bat into him.

"Cockwhore," Felix muttered, letting out a condescending laugh when he suddenly saw Jeongin's dick spurting cum against the couch. "Oh, he liked that. Looks like he's really just that greedy. We better fuck him every day so he stays happy and dumb."

Jisung let out another whine at that, nodding quickly.

"Fuck, he's like a dog in heat."

Minho chuckled darkly at that.

"Do you think if we fuck him hard enough he'll carry our pups?"

Jisung moaned, this time not caring when Minho squeezed his butt and teased a finger over his clothed hole. Despite the oddness of it, it felt good, and Jisung only barely caught himself from chasing the friction.

"There you go," Seungmin breathed when he was finally able to move the bat back and forth. Lube was squelching out at the sides, sounding loud and wet and lewd as he started to fuck the wooden bat into Jeongin's abused hole.

"That's a good whore. All stretched out. Gonna feel it in your throat."

Jeongin's legs were trembling hard despite the sedative. Quiet little sounds of slurred pleas and hiccupped sobs were falling from his lips. Snot was smearing over his lips, mixing with tears and drool on his face. It was a sight to be seen. His eyes were red and his pupils blown wide, mind probably far away from this plane of existence.

"You can cum one more time," Seungmin said, suddenly ramming the bat inside of the boy with force. A choked sound was ripped from Jeongin, the pain shooting up his back and making for a twisted, confusing mix with the pleasure he was feeling. He blinked once and more tears fell from his eyes, even wetting the couch cushions under him.

Seungmin was letting out labored breaths as the started to fuck the bat inside with purpose, feeling himself leaking and twitching at the sight of Jeongin's fearful reactions.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum from this," he muttered, pulling Jeongin's cheek apart to watch the bat pumping in and out of the puffy hole. There was a bit of blood mixing in with the lube that only made Seungmin bite back a small moan. He sped up the thrusts, moving the bat faster, making Jeongin cramp and his thighs tremble violently before his body locked up and his dick twitched. This time, though, a stream of piss left his dick in spurts, leaking all over the back of the couch and splattering onto the wooden floor loudly. Seungmin didn’t seem to care one bit, continuing his assault until a few drops of cum dripped from Jeongin’s tip at the end of the golden stream.

Seungmin unceremoniously pulled out the bat and let it fall to the ground before taking his dick out of his sweatpants and burying it in the mess.

"God— that's it..." He gasped, brows knitting together in a frown as he slowly thrusted his dick into the loose hole filled with cum and lube and stains of blood.

"So fucking sloppy... Yeah... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... That's it."

He came with a long sigh, continuing to push in and out of Jeongin's abused hole until he was coming down. When he pulled out, his dick was dripping with the mess of fluids that had collected in Jeongin's hole, and he bit his lip at the sight.

"Someone take a picture of this."

"No need," Felix replied breathlessly, staring down at his phone. "I made a recording. That was too hot."

"He's such a little victim," Minho said. "Just meant to be abused."

"He takes it so fucking well," Seungmin agreed. He ran a finger through the mess on Jeongin's thigh and then grinned at Changbin.

"Wanna taste?"

Changbin made a disgusting expression.

"Ew, keep that STD sauce away from me."

"We're all clean," Felix said with a frown.

"I don't care, that's disgusting!"

"Huh. Didn't think you'd say that. I thought you wanted to touch your dick tonight." Seungmin smirked, and Changbin scoffed.

"You can't be serious. You're using my dick for blackmail."

"It's bribery, not blackmail," Seungmin corrected. "But you don't have to, of course." Seungmin smeared the mess off on Jeongin's butt.

"You'll take care of him, right?" Seungmin asked, looking over at Chan.

"Yeah. I'll clean him up. You guys can go home. Get some good sleep. You deserve it."

Jisung giggled at that.

"You like being left with the mess, hyung?"

Chan just hummed, now finally stepping closer. He gently caressed Jeongin's trembling thigh, then his small waist.

"I'll take care of my little one. Don't worry about it. You ruined him well. Just right for me."

"Well, have fun, daddy. And invite me soon," Hyunjin said with a wink. With that, he was the first one to get dressed and leave.

"I wanna ruin you tonight," Minho purred, trying to bite Jisung's earlobe.

"Horny rat. I can jerk you off if you want. Ask Felix for the videos. Let's go."

Minho made a small disappointed pout at his boyfriend, but then followed after him pliantly.

Changbin looked up at Seungmin with a frustrated expression but said nothing. Felix grinned.

"Well, that one's on you, hyung. Shouldn't have given that key to Seungmin."

"He likes it," Seungmin just said, tying up his sweatpants again.

"Good for him," Felix said and shrugged. "I'll upload today's videos to our folder," he said. With that, the three of them also left.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Chan rubbed soothingly over Jeongin's thighs before slowly picking him up from the couch. He carried the trembling boy up the stairs into his bigger bathroom and started a bath. Then, he sat down with Jeongin on his lap, uncaring of the wetness on his bare thighs.

"You did so good today," Chang praised softly, placing a few kisses on top of Jeongin's head. "Such a good little boy."

Jeongin's eyes were closed now. Chang had made sure to wear his perfume before this. He had slowly gotten Jeongin conditioned to the smell, making sure he relaxed the moment it filled his lungs.

"That's my good little angel. Daddy's going to take good care of you now."

Jeongin only let out the softest hum, completely pliant in Chan's lap. Chan was still rubbing his back, kissing his forehead and holding him with strong arms. He rocked Jeongin slowly from side to side.

"It's okay. I know you needed it. They're your friends, you know? They only gave you want you wanted. You were just being such a cute little slut, you were asking for it. I know it hurt, baby, but daddy's here now. He will make it better."

When the bathtub was mostly filled, Chan gently lowered Jeongin's body into the water. He could see his muscles relaxing even more, and as the sedative was wearing off slowly, Chan continued to clean him up thoroughly and softly. When he was done, he let the water flow into the drain and got Jeongin out, drying him off on his lap. Jeongin could move again now, but Chan had timed his aftercare perfectly so that Jeongin had neatlessly gone over into the headspace they'd practiced together.

Jeongin was clinging to Chan's chest, and he chuckled softly.

"Is my little baby feeling clingy?" He whispered, starting to lather Jeongin's skin in lotion. He massaged it into his thighs and made sure to soften the muscles further. Then, eventually, Chan grabbed for a razor and some shaving cream.

"Let's get you all soft and clean, kiddo. Like my baby is supposed to be. Hold still for Daddy."

Jeongin didn't know what was happening, but he felt safe. Chan allowed him to melt completely into his chest while Chan propped one of his legs up and carefully started to rid his body of hair.

First came his legs, then his arms. Then his pits, then the light stubble around his chin. Even the few single hairs on his chest. Down his happy trail. Chan felt himself twitching in his pants when he finally pulled the little razor over Jeongin's darc pubic hair. Jeongin didn't respond. He sat still while Chan shaved him clean, only to lean him forward again and even shave the fuzz surrounding his fluttering hole.

"There you go. So good for daddy," Chan praised, finally putting the razor away. He picked Jeongin up and brought him back to his bedroom.

"There, baby. All clean. Did you enjoy today, hm? Did my little boy have fun?"

Jeongin tried hard to think, a small frown on his face. When he started to shake his head, Chan grabbed his jaw and gently but sternly made Jeongin nod his head.

"Yes you did. You had so much fun, sweetheart. Don't lie to your daddy. You were having so much fun with your friends. And now you're all tired and ready for daddy, yeah?"

This time, Jeongin nodded. His movements were sluggish, and it was clear that he didn't quite understand everything Chan was saying. But that was fine. He would understand it eventually.

"That's right. You're daddy's good boy, aren't you?"

Jeongin nodded again.

"So good, baby. My cute little angel. Aren't you grateful that your friends took such great care of you?"

Jeongin nodded.

"Say 'yes, daddy.' Say it, sweetheart."

Jeongin slowly opened his mouth, glancing up at Chan a bit unsure.

"Go ahead. Say it."

"Yes, daddy," Jeongin muttered.

"Yesss, so good, baby!" Chan cooed, leaning down to place a peck on Jeongin's lips.

"You know you're daddy's special boy, right?"

"Mhmh."

"Words, baby."

Jeongin seemed to have to think hard before remembering which words Chan wanted to hear from him.

"Yes, daddy."

Chan hummed, but something felt off. He had to think of Hyunjin whenever he heard the words. He really liked Hyunjin, but he was a whole other case. Hyunjin was dirty and whorish and would beg for Chan's cock while crying out 'yes, daddy,' like a mantra. Jeongin was different. He was innocent and pure and his little angel. He needed something different. Just a small touch of something special.

"You know, let's try something else. Did you like getting cock for the first time, baby?"

Jeongin was about to give his practices response before Chan put a finger over his lips.

"Say 'yes, dad.'"

He took his finger away, and Jeongin seemed to process his words before opening his mouth again.

"Y's, dad," he mumbled, and Chan had to bite back a groan.

"That's it. That's a good little boy. You're so good for me, aren't you?"

"Dad…" Jeongin whispered, almost as if it was his first time ever using that word, and Chan couldn't help the small buck of his hips.

"Oh yeah, yeah, that's good. Keep being good for me like that."

His hand was sliding down Jeongin's back now, feeling over his clean shaven hole.

"Still so loose. You want your dad to make you feel good, baby?"

"Yes dad," Jeongin replied, not knowing what he was being asked.

"I know. You want some adult cock, don't you? You waited so good for me. Dad will reward you, princess."

Jeongin flinched when he felt a slight pressure against his hole. It was still painful, so Chan stopped to get out his lube. Then he started to massage his hole again, easily slipping on two fingers at once. Jeongin was struggling now, so Chan stilled his fingers, just keeping them buried inside until Jeongin relaxed again.

"Don't move, angel. You wanted to be good, remember? Are you good?"

"Yes, good, dad," Jeongin replied, and Chan thought he might cum in his pants just like this.

"Good boy, princess. You'll take dad so good. You deserve it. Deserve to sit on dad's cock."

Jeongin let out a small whine, but started to melt again. Chan resumed to his movements, curling and pumping his fingers slowly until he found Jeongin's prostate.

"Aw, baby. Is that your special spot? Yeah? Is my princess sensitive here?" He cooed, pumping his fingers lazily in and out of Jeongin's sloppy hole.

"Dad, daddy," Jeongin whimpered, and Chan couldn't hold back his soft moan.

"Do you wanna touch daddy, princess?"

"Yes dada," Jeongin replied. Chan was going to explode. He took Jeongin's hand in his and slowly slipped it into his pants where his hard cock was straining against his underwear.

"There. Feel that, pretty? Daddy's sooo hard for you, baby. And it's all gonna go inside of you. Isn't that nice?"

Jeongin suddenly tried to pull his hand away, seeming to understand a little too well what Chan was promising him.

"Shhhh, oh baby, don't worry. Don't be scared. Daddy's gonna be so gentle with you. You're my pretty little princess. And pretty little princesses need to sit on their dad's cocks, baby. Every princess need their throne, sweetheart."

He rubbed his fingers in slow circles around Jeongin's prostate, watching his brain melting out of his head at the stimulation.

"Be good for me, yeah? If you're really good, dad will even touch your little princess parts. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Jeongin seemed to hesitate, so Chan reached for his nightstand. He grabbed his bottle of perfume and sprayed some on his wrists and shirt, clouding Jeongin's mind further with the familiar scent. It smelled like Chan and safety and comfort.

"Yes, dad," Jeongin muttered quietly.

"That's my perfect boy."

Jeongin was turned around and his legs folded up to his chest as Chan lifted him up like it was nothing. He had pulled out his cock that was throbbing at this point. He’d been waiting desperately for this moment all day long. Now, that time had finally come. Jeongin sank down on him, and Chan let out a deep sigh.

"That's my pretty doll. So perfect, little one. You like dad's cock, princess?"

Jeongin only let out a small whimper, and Chan chuckled.

"I know, it's so good, isn't it? Don't worry, you don't have to move at all. Daddy's gonna do all the work. Just be a good little pillow princess and hold still for me."

With that, Chan started to roll his hips. He was hungrily staring down at Jeongin's clean shaven butt. Not a single hair in sight, his hole stretching so easily around Chan's cock.

"Mhh, you're so smooth, little one. Almost like a kid, aren't you? Did you even go through puberty yet? Your voice is so high, princess."

Jeongin was only letting out small little whimpers, too far gone to still reply. Chan watched with soft moans how his fat cock was slowly pumping in and out of Jeongin's soft hole. He was so wet inside, probably still a few remnants of earlier activities he hadn't managed to clean out.

He reveled in every slow drag of his cock along Jeongin's walls, savoring every squelch of lube and every high pitched whine falling from Jeongin's lips.

"Good boy. You're being so good for dad. You deserve a little treat."

Chan reached down in front of Jeongin, wrapping his head around his—in comparison to Chan's—small dick and stroked it slowly in rhythm with his thrusts. He took his time, cooing and feeling himself throb inside of the younger every time his little dick twitched from overstimulation.

"My pretty princess is going to cum for me, isn't he?"

Jeongin whimpered, but Chan licked along his neck, toying with his pink tip as he shook his head.

"No baby, daddy needs an answer. You're going to cum for me. Say yes, dad. Be a good little boy."

Jeongin's breath had gotten faster and he was trying to find leverage. Chan grabbed his waist, pulling his hips down to grind slowly into him.

"Go on. Make daddy happy."

"Y-yes dad," Jeongin brought out as a whisper. Chan smiled at that, speeding up his strokes.

"Good boy. Then cum."

Jeongin whined high in his throat, hips bucking slightly into Chan's hand.

"Aww, so needy. Go on, then. Make yourself feel good on daddy's cock."

When his hand left Jeongin's dick, he let out a desperate little whine, but didn't stop moving. He continued to fuck himself back on Chan's cock, his big length rubbing perfectly against Jeongin's prostate. Chan kept hand on Jeongin's stomach, feeling himself inside the boy. Jeongin was drooling again, having no mind to think about anything. The mix of pleasure and pain was so confusing, he didn’t know if he wanted to stop or if he wanted more. He couldn’t tell left from right anymore, so he just kept mindlessly bouncing on Chan’s cock that was stretching him out so good.

"So small, baby. I'm in your tummy. Daddy's going to put a little baby in there one day, what do you think? Wanna be daddy's little boyfriend?"

Jeongin could only cry out a needy "yes dad!" Before he was cumming, trembling and slumping back into Chan's arms.

"There you are, princess. So good. Didn't that feel nice?"

"Yes dada," Jeongin slurred.

"That's right. Dada also wants to feel good now. You'll let dad make himself feel good, right?"

"Mhh, yes," Jeongin mumbled.

"Perfect."

Chan gave a small peck to Jeongin's cheek before adjusting on the bed so he was kneeling.

Then, he started to fuck up into Jeongin faster. He bounced the boy on his cock, who was completely out of it now.

"Perfect little toy," Chan whispered, moaning softly as he moved Jeongin up and down on his cock like he weighed nothing.

"Gonna fill you up so nicely and keep you plugged. Pretty princess. You're mine now. My cute little boyfriend. No one's gonna take you from your dad. I'll own you. Only I can take care of you."

With that, Chan came, grinding up into Jeongin with a moan.

"So good for dad. Say thank you to dad. Say 'thank you, dad, for your cum.'"

Jeongin sluggishly repeated the words, making Chan smile.

"That's my boy. Let's get you to bed."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

When Jeongin woke up, his head was throbbing. It felt like the worst hangover ever—not that Jeongin has had many of those before. There was a dull ache spreading through his body, his legs and his abdomen, up his back. He could barely move, but when he heard a door opening, Jeongin flinched up.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Chan greeted him. Jeongin tried his hardest to remember what had happened last night. Memories of the previous day were flooding in and making Jeongin more and more distraught, but what scared him the most was that he remembered that Chan had done something...he just didn't remember what. When Chan reached out for Jeongin's head, he flinched back once more. Chan only let out a soft chuckle.

"It's okay, Innie. It's alright. Are you still tired? You don't have to go to class today if you're too exhausted to go. Do you want pain killers?"

Chan held out a small pill to Jeongin, who suddenly moved back so fast that he toppled off the other side of the bed, landing on the floor, tangled in the blanket. He scrambled up again, fighting with the blanket to get free and then stood in the corner of the room, breathing heavily, staring at the pill with a panicked look.

"No, no, please not," he muttered under his breath, sinking down against the wall to hug his knees.

"It's alright, Innie. You don't have to. I'll leave it here for you. How about you stay here today? Till you feel all better. There's breakfast in the kitchen, and I'll bring you back something for lunch. Does that sound good?"

Jeongin was staring up at him in confusion and fear. He didn't reply, nails digging into his calves where he was grabbing his legs, pressing them up to his chest.

"I'll take that as a yes. Feel free to help yourself to anything you wanna eat or do. Just relax for a bit, yeah? I'll be back somewhere past noon."

With that, Chan left the room again.

Jeongin's kept staring at the door like he expected Chan to come back any moment and corner him, maybe try to force the pill down his throat or something. He was still trying his hardest to remember what had happened after he took that pill from Jisung. Only smudged flickers of memories, little gray patches of pictures came up in his mind.

Moans and laughter. Pain. He'd been upside down for most of it. He'd been choking. He'd been crying. Only when he heard the front door closing did Jeongin slowly get up from his spot in the corner. He stood there, not knowing what to do for a moment. Then he scurried off into the bathroom and stood in front of the floor-length mirror Chan had on the wall. He bit his lip, tears collecting in his eyes as he looked at himself.

Jeongin brought up one hand, brushing lightly over the dark spots around his neck and collarbones. They weren't many, but enough to be suspicious.

Jeongin was breathing fast now, trying to blink through the tears. He didn't feel comfortable in his own body anymore. The thoughts of what happened made his skin crawl and every hair in his neck stand up. He clawed at his shirt, ripping it off. Then he pushed down the sweats he was wearing which he didn't recognize as his own.

He stared at himself in the mirror, too stunned to realize that he was slowly hyperventilating. His thighs and hips were covered in bruises, and he had a feeling they weren't hickeys. There was also not a single hair on his body where he’d previously had natural growth. He was completely wiped clean.

Slowly, with a trembling hand, Jeongin reached to his backside. He swallowed hard, scared to find out whatever it was he was about to feel. When his hand finally came in touch with his butt, Jeongin cringed. Pain shot up his spine. His hand moved slowly towards his crack, and as soon as his fingers brushed his hole, even just over his boxers, he flinched and let out a cry.

He pulled back his hand like it'd been burned, dropping to his knees as tears began to fall. He had barely felt the pain for what it was when he'd woken up. But upon touching the spot, he realized there must have been tearing. Right now, everything was hurting. He couldn't feel any part of his own body anymore, only pain. He wouldn't know if there was any part that didn't hurt. All he wanted was to die so the pain would finally stop.

Time was a mess in Jeongin's head. He didn't know for how long he'd sat in front of the mirror crying, feeling his bruises and nearly passing out on the cold bathroom tiles. At some point he had gotten dressed again and found out that the door and every window in the house was locked. He hadn't touched the breakfast in the kitchen, nor the pill Chan had left him on the bedside table. He sat in a corner instead, thinking he should look for a hiding spot, yet unable to get himself to move.

For one short moment, he considered shooting a quick prayer to God. Begging him to save Jeongin from this situation. But could an all loving God ever allow for him to live through something like this? Would a good God watch him suffer at the hands of his own friends, of godless people, and allow it? Maybe God was just as much of a sadist. Maybe that's why the Bible was so full of violence and pain. Because the world was pain, and so was God.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Jisung

Guys, Hyunjin just told me he has another art project coming up

Can we come to yours, Channie?

Is the pet still at your house?

Chan

He's at my place

You can come over after class

Jisung

Yayy you're the best hyung

Minho

I'll join

Felix

Should I bring some videos of W?

Minho

Movie night with the pet?

Felix

Hell yeah

He'll love it

Jisung

Sure! I haven't seen them in a while either

Chan

Be there at 5 or I'm starting without you

Changbin was reading the texts on his phone and frowned. He still hadn't gotten any kind of sign from Seungmin about future plans to take off the cage. While it had been thrilling at the start—the lack of agency over his own body exciting him—it had started to become frustrating and genuinely irritating. And telling Seungmin that hadn't helped.

So he pulled up their chat and shot Seungmin a text, asking him to come over in the afternoon for a talk. Seungmin agreed easily, which Changbin was glad for. He couldn't go a single day longer with this thing on him.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Hyung, hi, come in." Changbin greeted Seungmin where he stood in front of the door. Seungmin gave him a nod and entered, taking off his shoes to follow Changbin to the living room. They sat down on his couch.

"What's up? What did you wanna talk about?" Seungmin asked.

"Yeah, so, um... You know how I said you get to decide when I get to take the cage off?"

"I do remember that."

"Yeah, and... It's been weeks, hyung. I know you said this yourself, and I agreed. But it's been really long. I'd prefer if you took it off today."

Seungmin looked at him quietly for a moment before clicking his tongue.

"You know, you don't get to have your cake and eat it, puppy. You wanted me to cage you, and now you're begging me to stop, but you don't wanna pay the price?"

What price?" Changbin frowned. Seungmin gave him a small smirk, suddenly grabbing Changbin's thigh.

"Let me fuck you."

Changbin's eyes widened.

"Are you crazy? I'm a top. I've always been. You know this."

"So? You handed me your dick and your dignity with that key. You don't get to backpaddel on that now."

Changbin shook his head violently.

"I'm not doing that, Seungmin. I've never bottomed in my life, and I don't plan on starting now. I told you I'm a top, and I wanna fuck Hyunjin and Jeongin. No one else."

Seungmin shrugged.

"Fine, then. Looks like that cage isn't coming off any time soon."

Changbin looked at him distraught.

"You can't keep this cage on me forever."

"I think that's not for you to decide."

"Seungmin, that's cruel! I told you I don't wanna wear it that long!"

"I just gave you the conditions, puppy. It's your choice to play hard to get."

"I'm not playing—! Seungmin-ah! I want a safeword, then."

"All of a sudden?" Seungmin raised an eyebrow.

"Yes."

"Hm. I don't know. I don't think you can just do that."

"What, why? You told me to let you know if I change my mind."

"Yeah. But I also changed my mind. And I'm playing by the rules, Binnie. I gave you the choice. You didn't want a safeword. I told you the risks, and you agreed. This is on you."

"But I want one now," Changbin insisted.

"I don't see how that's gonna work," Seungmin simply replied.

"I just think of one," Changbin said, looking determined. Seungmin let out a short chuckle, shaking his head.

"I still have your key, though. And I don't think I'm gonna give it away anytime soon. I do what I want. And for you to give me a safeword... I would first have to listen to you. And take you seriously. And respect you."

Changbin's lips parted slowly.

"Don't you respect me?"

"Oh, Binnie. Puppy. There's only one type of person that I respect. The ones that I see eye to eye with. And those don’t exist. There are only those who do what I want, and those who don’t”

Changbin frowned.

"But... Don't you respect Hyunjin?"

"He gives me what I want."

"I've never denied you anything!" Changbin was getting desperate.

"Well, back then I didn't know you had something I wanted. But now I do. And you're either gonna give it to me willingly... Or I'm gonna take it."

Changbin stared at him with a disturbed expression.

"That's... You can't do that."

"Oh? And why's that?"

"Because I... Because... That's wrong."

Seungmin didn't even blink at his words.

"None of us are good people, Changbin-ah. Don't act like you're any better. You know what you did to Wooyoung."

Changbin was scrambling for words, a terrified look in his eyes.

"I— But... Don't you like your friends?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes.

"Like? If I liked them, I'd be dating them. But I'm not. Hyunjin gives me what I want willingly. Jeongin does not. That's the difference. You can choose which side you'd like to play on. But liking is a bit overstated, don't you think?"

Changbin swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

"Listen... You came into this game knowing I would take from you what I want. You said it yourself. I'm strict. So either you play along, or you'll just have to deal with your pathetic little cock locked away for the rest of your life. Or make a trip to the ER if you're so desperate. Have fun explaining to them that you're bratting against your dom because you're shying away from some dick."

Changbin shook his head again, but his resolve was slowly crumbling.

"This is wrong. This is rape."

Seungmin let out a short laugh. He didn't sound very amused.

"Oh so when it's you it's wrong, but when it's Wooyoung or Jeongin, you don't care?"

"I— I thought we were friends! You'd never do this to Hyunjin either!"

"That's because Hyunjin doesn't put up a fight, puppy. So what's it gonna be, hm? Are we doing this the easy or the hard way?"

Changbin just blinked at him, his breath shaky now. He tried to speak, but his jaw was trembling too much to get anything out, and he could already feel tears stinging in his eyes.

"Please don't..."

"I could always accidentally lose the key."

"No! No please, just give it back, I'm sick of this game..."

"You want the key back?"

Changbin nodded, fighting the tears as best as he could.

"Then strip."

Changbin sucked in a sharp breath, a single tear escaping now. He bit down on his lip as he started to push down his pants and underwear.

"All the way," Seungmin said dryly when Changbin looked up at him. Changbin was about to say something but made up his mind, taking off his shirt as well.

Before he could register what was happening, Seungmin was suddenly pulling him in by the neck, smashing their lips together. Changbin's eyes widened, and he instinctively pushed Seungmin away, startled and in shock at his friend's smirk.

"What are you doing?"

"What I want," Seungmin replied.

"Why would you... I thought you said you didn't like me."

"I don't."

Changbin didn't know what to say. But he didn't get much time to think anyways. Seungmin was pushing him down, groping his chest, forcing his lips onto Changbin's again. He slid down into Changbin's lap, grinding his clothed bulge against Changbin's caged dick.

Seungmin wasn't kissing him out of love. He wasn't even kissing him to comfort the raging storm inside of Changbin's mind. No—in some sick and twisted way, Seungmin was kissing him to show his control. To show Changbin that he was helpless. That Seungmin could do such an intimate thing to him without a single regard for his feelings, because he belonged to Seungmin, and he was at his complete mercy.

"You'll do what I want, won't you?" Seungmin rasped, one hand resting around Changbin's throat—not squeezing, just reminding Changbin of his place.

"You'll let me fuck you, right?"

Changbin's chest was rising and falling fast, tears now falling from both eyes as he was still trying to control himself.

"Seungmin—"

He was cut off by Seungmin's hand grabbing his jaw, squishing his cheeks together uncomfortably.

"That's not my fucking name, and you know it, puppy."

Changbin let out a small breath, fear in his eyes, but this time, it wasn't the fear of what Seungmin could do if he didn't oblige. No, this time, it was the fear of knowing what would happen when he would give in. When. Not if. Not anymore. It was fear mixed with defeat. Ther horror of understanding the inevitability of the situation he’d found himself in.

Seungmin didn't let go of his face yet, taking in Changbin's expression for a moment. Reveling in the realization dawning on his face. The silent understanding that it wasn't a choice. Seungmin's question wasn't a question.

When he was satisfied, Seungmin grinned and leaned closer to Changbin's face, suddenly sticking his tongue out and licking over Changbin's squished cheek, a fat stripe over his eye up to his forehead. Changbin shuddered, but he didn't speak.

Seungmin chuckled, now looking genuinely amused for the first time, and it sent a shiver down Changbin's back. He felt something wet against his earlobe then, before teeth were tugging on it harshly.

"You'll let me fuck you. Right?"

Changbin gulped.

"Yes...hyung."

Seungmin finally pulled away again, letting go of Changbin's face to roughly pat his cheek.

"That's a good pet. Turn around for me."

Changbin had to force himself to keep his breath steady as he turned around on his own couch. He felt a harsh slap against his thigh, then he heard the telltale sound of a bottle cap opening.

"Please..." Changbin breathed, knowing that it was useless. But he couldn't just say nothing when he knew what was about to happen. He couldn't quite accept it yet. Couldn’t hand over his dignity without a fight, even if he had already lost before it really started. He had never stood a chance to begin with. The reality of it was only still setting in, when he suddenly felt something cold and wet gliding over his hole and he flinched.

"Jisung was right. It's so cute when someone flinches when I touch them."

Changbin didn't reply. He had nothing to say to Seungmin anymore. Everything he had ever thought to exist between them had been a lie—had been a shallow facade, poorly hidden by his own insecurities. If only he had never admitted to his desires, none of this would have happened. But it was too late to grief that now.

Seungmin pushed two fingers in at once, uncaring of Changbin's comfort. He was white-knuckling the back of the couch, eyes squeezed shut in pain as Seungmin pumped his fingers in and out, deeper with every thrust until they were buried inside to the knuckle.

"Taking it like a good slut. You'll get used to this in no time, puppy," Seungmin said behind him. He was talking like this was completely normal. Like he wasn't making Changbin do this against his will, forcefully reducing him to a panting, sweaty mess.

"Hurts," Changbin whispered, but Seungmin ignored it. Instead, he added a third finger, forcing Changbin open, making him cry out in pain.

"I know you want it bad, but good pets are patient, puppy."

Changbin tried to shake his head, say something—anything...

He let out a choked moan when Seungmin's fingers grazed his prostate.

"There is it, puppy. That's the spot, hm? You like this?"

Seungmin cruelly curled his fingers into the same spot over and over again, making Changbin twitch and whine pitifully.

"I knew you just needed a little push. All good puppies like it up the ass. You're no exception."

He pulled his fingers out, and Changbin could feel himself trembling.

"I'll go with Minho hyung's philosophy. Sluts like you don't need a condom. They like the risk. Don't they?"

Changbin's mouth fell open in a silent scream when Seungmin started to push in. Hyunjin had been right about Seungmin's size. He really was no joke. Changbin was gripping onto the couch for dear life, tears falling onto the cushions under him as Seungmin mercilessly pushed in inch after inch.

"There's a good pet. I bet if I train you a little you'll be able to take much bigger things soon."

Changbin let out a wet sob at that, shaking his head. Seungmin once again ignored him completely as he finally bottomed out. Changbin felt like he was burning up. Everything in him was screaming that this was wrong, and yet he could do nothing to stop it. The stretch hurt like hell, and Seungmin's huge dick was putting a heavy, dull pressure onto his prostate the entire time.

"You'll be a good bitch and take it for me. Maybe I'll be generous and give you the key afterwards."

Changbin let out a distraught sound, but it was cut off when Seungmin started to move. Strained moans and cries of pain and pleasure were getting forced out of Changbin, drawn out from deep in his chest. He was pushed against the couch with every hard thrust, mind slowly melting into the cushions as Seungmin fucked into him slowly but harshly.

"That's a good hole. Can't wait to fuck you sloppy."

Changbin took every thrust, every spank with broken moans and more sobs. His body was slowly going lax, the fight leaving him the more pleasure was building in his stomach. The pressure against his prostate was constant and too good to ignore, and when Seungmin angled his hips just right, Changbin finally got lost in it. He was drooling mindlessly, moaning deeply with every thrust, relaxing under Seungmin's touch.

"That's what you're meant for, puppy. This is where you belong. Where all good pets belong. You're so smart for choosing to say yes. Wouldn't want me to resume to other methods, would you, hm? Poor thing needs to get his dick wet so badly you let me fuck you in the ass. Perverted...freak."

Changbin couldn't hear it anymore. He was too clouded by pain and pleasure to understand what was happening, laying on the couch completely limp until Seungmin finally came, filling him up with a groan.

"Disgusting cum dump. You better get cleaned up."

He pulled out and left the room to wash up.

It took Changbin a while to get back to full consciousness. He had turned around by now, staring at the ceiling numbly. He had no mind for the cum slowly dribbling out of him, smearing over his own couch. He could clean it later. Or maybe never at all. He didn't want to exist anymore.

Seungmin entered the room again, holding a pair of handcuffs in his hand. He dangled it in front of Chanbin with a small grin.

"Time for your reward. Sit up."

Chanbin could only let out a low sound, turning his head away. He didn't want a reward, whatever fucked up thing Seungmin had come up with. But he was too exhausted to fight back when Seungmin pulled Changbin's arms to his back and clicked the cuffs shut around his wrists.

"There's a good pet. You deserve a treat."

Changbin shook his head, but suddenly he heard a small sound that made him look up. Seungmin was holding a small key, then tossing it onto the couch. Changbin stared at it speechlessly.

"What? Can't grab it?" Seungmin asked. Changbin pulled on the handcuffs, but the metal only dug into his wrists harshly, making him hiss. Seungmin let out a small laugh at the picture, a cruel look on his face. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying it way too much.

"Fine, I'll help you out. Because you were so good for me."

Seungmin grabbed the key and used it to unlock the cage, taking it off a bit too roughly. Changbin let out a long sigh.

"Ew. I'll wash this."

With that, Seungmin left the room again. Changbin sat there on the couch, naked and flushed, hands cuffed behind his back and dick still mostly hard. He couldn't help it. It had been over a month since the metal cage had been restricting him from getting any kind of real relief.

It took way too long until Seungmin came back. When he did, he tossed the cage back onto the couch.

"What, you haven't cum yet? Oh puppy, don't you want to cum? I thought you'd be eager," Seungmin cooed with faux sympathy in his voice.

"Asshole," Changbin gritted out. "How am I supposed to do that?"

Seungmin shrugged.

"Well, this was your chance. If you didn't take it, that's on you."

With that, Seungmin grabbed the cage again, bringing it closer to Changbin.

Changbin started to panick when he realized what Seungmin was about to do and immediately started struggling against the handcuffs, trying to scramble back on the couch, desperate to get away from the cold metal.

"Wait, wait, no please, Seungmin-ah, Seung— Hyung!"

Seungmin stopped in his movements, a pleased look on his face.

"Yes, puppy?"

Changbin had a pained expression on his face, breathing heavily.

"Please don't... Please. Don't put it on. Let me go. Please."

Seungmin clicked his tongue.

"You haven't learned anything, have you? I thought you knew me better than that. You're not getting rid of me, pet."

Changbin stared at Seungmin in horror as he slowly started to understand the meaning of that name, and why exactly they used it for Jeongin instead of any other.

Once a person had been used by one of them, they were reduced to a hole. A pleasure toy. And object to be played with and then forgotten. No longer a being with dignity. No longer human. Changbin had a new identity now, and if he wanted any kind of relief, he would have to work within the realm of things he was allowed to ask for.

"At least...help me out, hyung," he whispered. Seungmin put the cage down.

"Fine. But don't take too long."

Seungmin grabbed the lube bottle and squirted some in his hand before grabbing Changbin's dick without bothering to spread it in his hand. He started moving his hand fast without warning, making Changbin jerk and gasp from sensitivity.

"A-ahh, hyung, 'ts too much, slower please mfffff—"

"Cum or don't," was all Seungmin said, moving his hand even faster. Changbin thought he was going insane with the feeling. It was incredibly good. Just how he'd imagined it. Except Seungmin was overstimulating him fast, not letting him enjoy it, and all that after violating his boundaries multiple times. Changbin could only hiss and whimper when Seungmin worked him to completion within a minute of time and milked his cock a few times before letting go and grabbing a tissue.

"Still hard? So greedy." Seungmin cleaned his own hand before wiping down Changbin, who was making small sounds whenever Seungmin touched him a little too roughly.

"Please...."

"Please what?" Seungmin groaned.

"Please more," Changbin pleaded, frowning deeply. Seungmin only scoffed.

"And now you're making demands, huh?"

Changbin shook his head quickly, hips bucking up with need.

"Do you need to get fucked again? I could tell the others."

"No!" Changbin quickly retreated, handcuffs rattling behind his back. "Don't tell them, please. Don't tell anyone."

"Why? Are you scared they'll start to treat you like the slut you are?"

"Just... Just don't tell them. It hurts. I don't wanna... You're too cruel, Seungmin. You're a monster. We all have been, all along."

"Spare me with your religious awakening," Seungmin replied dryly. Then he picked up the cage again.

This time, Changbin didn't put up a fight. He just stared at the ceiling with a raging storm of thoughts in his head, unmoving as Seungmin locked the metal cage around his dick again. His body got locked away, and with it, whatever had been left of his humanity.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

Seungmin and Changbin arrived a bit later at Chan's place than the others. It was already past five, and Changbin hadn't even wanted to go initially. But Seungmin had only clicked the key to his cage back onto his keyring and said, "we're going." And that had been that.

When they entered the room, Minho was sitting on the couch with a naked, bruised Jeongin in his lap, probably squeezing around his cock that very moment. His arms were restrained by Minho while Jisung was teasing him all over, giggling whenever Jeongin flinched and whimpered at his touch.

"So fucking cuuuuute," Jisung squealed as he probed at Jeongin's hole, watching his whole body shiver and curl up and more tears falling from his eyes.

"Oh, you're here," Felix greeted them.

"Yeah. Where's Chan?"

"Working." Felix shrugged.

"He really does prefer to get the pet to himself, huh?" Seungmin noted. "Understandable."

"I asked him about yesterday, actually," Felix said. "Apparently he cleaned him up and put him in headspace and then fucked him all soft and lovey-dovey. Well, as soft as Chan hyung gets, at least. He even said Jeongin was begging for it."

"He should film that sometime. I'd be interested in how he does it," Seungmin replied.

"Please don't," Changbin muttered, but then stepped away. He sat down on an armchair and watched Jeongin silently. Seungmin didn't spare him a glance.

"Alright, I got it," Felix announced. He grabbed a remote and clicked something on the TV.

"Did it finally connect?" Jisung asked excitedly, turning around from where he'd been kneeling before the couch between Jeongin's legs.

"Yep," Felix confirmed. "Who wants to go first?"

"I think I'm fine just watching today," Seungmin declared. "I just came for the show. Binnie too."

Changbin didn't say anything, so the others only nodded.

"Then I want to!" Jisung peaked up, squishing Jeongin's thighs with both hands.

"We could also do it together," Minho proposed. Jisung bit his lip.

"That would be hot. But then one of us would have to face away from the TV and can't watch the screen."

"Not if you also sit on my lap, baby." Minho pushed Jeongin forward, slipping himself out of him, and patted his thigh.

"Fuck yes, thighs," Jisung groaned, almost drooling as he got up to mount his boyfriend's strong legs. Minho only laughed, grabbing two full hands of Jisung's butt and squeezing it.

"You're quite the view. You go in first, baby."

Jisung nodded, getting off again to slip off his clothes before settling back on Minho's lap. They hadn't drugged Jeongin this time, but he wasn't moving much despite the trembling and twitching that was mostly involuntary, so it wasn't really necessary.

Jisung got some lube from Minho that he spread over his dick with a small sigh before sinking himself into Jeongin's hole. The boy didn't put up much of a fight, though it was obvious he was more sentient than the last time. He was holding onto the couch like a lifeline, squeezing his eyes shut at the intrusion. Pain was written all over his face.

"He's so fucking soft inside," Jisung sighed, rocking his hips slowly. "Fuck, hyung, you have to feel this."

"I will, baby."

Minho pressed a kiss to his neck, grabbing the lube with one hand and messily spreading some more over his dick, too focused on Jisung's ass sitting right there in front of him. Sure he loved to fuck their sorry little pet, but his boyfriend would still always be his favorite to take apart. It had been years since that time he’d been allowed a taste, and Minho still mourned it silently.

Jisung had told him right at the start of their relationship that bottoming wasn't something he liked to do, and after trying it twice, had decided that he didn’t want to do it again. So when they had opened up their relationship to Hyunjin, both of them had been thrilled, and Jisung had promised Minho that no one would ever get access to his ass again. Minho had accepted this. He was way too in love with his boyfriend to risk their relationship over sex.

Hyunjin was their bottom. And then Wooyoung. And now Jeongin. But Jisung's perfect ass was still right there, practically calling out to Minho. Tempting like a siren song that Minho couldn’t turn away from. But Jisung had said he would never bottom again, so Minho sucked it up. He could still revel in the knowledge that he was the only one who knew what it felt like to fuck Jisung.

"Mhhh so good," Jisung whined loudly when Minho slowly pressed his dick into Jeongin alongside Jisung's.

"Oh he's so much tighter like this... Fuck, this is good. So good. Yes..."

Minho thought he was going a little insane. Pushing his dick in and out slowly while Jisung's ass was placed right over his crotch. Hearing him moan and whine and seeing him rolling his hips. Minho let out a groan. He grabbed Jisung's hips with both hands, grinding his hips up into Jeongin. If he focused hard enough on the feeling, he could imagine that he was fucking Jisung instead.

"Fuck, baby... Is it good, yeah? You like this?" Minho asked, his voice a bit breathless.

"Yes, yes, so good."

"Can I start the video?" Felix asked, having gotten a bit too emerged in the whole scene.

"Yeah, yeah... Out puppy is going to watch, right?" Jisung giggled, a high pitched sound escaping him when Jeongin tried to struggle upon getting his chin grabbed harshly by Jisung.

"You'll watch, pet. Watch the screen. Is that your friend? Look at him."

That's when Felix pressed play. It loaded for a moment before a video started playing on Chan's big TV screen. At first, it was just a mess of limbs and people talking over one another. But then, a moment later, a face appeared. It was Wooyoung's. Someone was gripping his hair and pulling his head back. There was some laughter and then a foot appeared, and the camera shifted, showing that Wooyoung was naked.

As it zoomed out, the person's foot was revealed to be Seungmin's, and the person holding Wooyoung's hair was Minho, who was also kneeling behind Wooyoung with his pants pulled down.

"Fuck the bitch," someone said from behind the camera, and the Minho on screen chuckled as he ligned himself up, pressing into Wooyoung's hole. The camera zoomed in on it, showing Minho sliding inside to the hilt.

"He's so hot, isn't he?" Jisung moaned into Jeongin's ear, rolling his hips up slowly. "Fucking your friend. He looks like he's enjoying it, isn't he? You think he likes this cock as much as you do?"

Jeongin was staring at the screen, unable to look away. It was wicked. He didn't want to watch it, but he couldn't bring himself to stop, either. His eyes unfocused as high moans started playing from the high quality music boxes next to the TV, whines and pleads from an all too familiar voice. Suddenly there was a scream, and Felix let out a breathy sound as he watched the video.

On screen, Seungmin hand started stepping down on Wooyoung's leaking dick on the floor. Wooyoung was screaming in pain and trembling hard as his mouth was forced open and then filled with Seungmin's dick. Jeongin choked on tears.

"Isn't he pretty?" Felix asked, looking over at Jeongin. "I bet you wanna know what that feels like."

Jeongin didn't bother with a reply. He closed his eyes. A moment later, he felt a harsh sting on his cheek as it was slapped. Felix glared at him when Jeongin blinked his eyes open.

"Watch the fucking screen, stupid. That's why we're playing it. So you can see how we treat sluts who think they can get their way and run from us."

Jeongin was terrified at those words. Not that everything these people had said to him wasn't terrifying enough. But seeing that he wasn't the first... realizing that he wouldn't be the last. That was a kind of fear that even breached through the walls Jeongin had put up by now.

Wooyoung hadn't lied. Wooyoung had tried to warn him. He hadn't believed it. And now here he was, watching Wooyoung getting his throat fucked while tears were streaming down his face. His body was shaking and being jolted violently with every thrust, while he was choking and hiccupping and sobbing ugly from pain. It was like the most terrifying deja Vu ever. Jeongin felt like he was looking into a mirror.

"Stop it..." Jeongin whispered quietly, but nobody heard his pleas over the moans and cries coming off the screen.

"I'm gonna cum," Minho moaned, hips bucking up from the couch.

"Already?" Jisung pouted, who was only rocking his hips lazily. He seemed to be enjoying the video a lot currently.

"Yeah. You're too hot," Minho sighed, running a hand up Jisung's back before sliding it down again and thumbing over Jisung's exposed hole. Jisung only let out a small sound, hips raising a little to escape the touch.

"Horny rat. You're supposed to watch the screen, not me," he laughed.

"But you're hotter," Minho admitted without hesitation, panting as he fucked his hips up into Jeongin.

"Fine," Jisung said, starting to pick up his pace again. He kept his focus on the video, moaning when he the camera was moving down to Wooyoung's dick under Seungmin's shoe sole. A few moments later, as Seungmin's foot moved and rolled back and forth a bit, cum spurted from the angry red tip, white ropes pathetically dirtying the shoe and the floor.

"Fuck," Felix breathed, palming himself through his pants. He looked over at Seungmin, who seemed to be watching with a satisfying expression. He shot a short glance at Changbin who looked like he was about to throw up. Felix dismissed it in favor of looking over to Minho as he came inside of Jeongin with a long moan, grabbing Jisung's hips like he was fucking him instead of Jeongin.

Jisung was chasing his high now, fucking Up into Jeongin like he would with a flashlight when he and Minho played together at home.

"You getting there, baby?" Minho whispered into his ear, and Jisung nodded fast.

"That's my good boy. Give him all your cum, baby. That's what breeding dolls are made for. Fill him up for me, sweetheart."

Jisung whimpered at the praise and the cute nicknames, hips thrusting up faster. Minho was breathing into his neck, leaving kisses on his skin and licking along the shell of his ear, sucking on his earlobe lightly and playing with Jisung's dangly earrings in his mouth.

It was too much for Jisung, and when Minho's tongue flattened along his jaw, Jisung came with a high moan, rocking forward slowly until his orgasm slowly started to fade. When they pulled out, Jeongin was unmoving. His eyes were glued to the screen, and his expression emotionless. Tears were drying on his face, and his eyes looked lifeless.

"I think he likes it," Felix mused, now walking over to Minho and Jisung.

"Your turn?" Jisung slurred, head falling back against Minho's shoulder.

"Yeah. My turn with the toy. But I wanna watch a different one."

"Ohhh, your favorite?" Jisung giggled.

"You know it."

Felix smirked, using the remote to pick out a different video and started playing it. He quickly got rid of his pants and situated himself behind Jeongin on the couch.

"Watch closely, Innie. You don't want this one happening to you."

Jeongin barely let out a sound when Felix sunk right into him, remains of lube and cum easing the glide.

"Fuck, you're so damn loose," Felix chuckled. He snapped up his hips a few times, just to hear the wet, sloppy sounds. Then he settled for slow, deep grinds so they could both focus on the video.

The screen showed Wooyoung kneeling on the floor, the one filming was seated on some kind of chair or couch, judging from the angle. Wooyoung's hands were behind his back, possibly tied up. Jeongin couldn't tell for sure.

Suddenly, there was a small click, and Wooyoung's body jumped slightly. He started to pant and his thighs to tremble. More clicks followed, until Wooyoung let out a sob, mouth hanging open. His thighs were shaking so hard he could barely hold himself up, his body twitching and dick leaking where it bobbed in front of him.

"So you thought it would be smart to tell someone, hm?"

The voice was close to the camera, and it was clearly Felix's. That knowledge only made Jeongin tense harder. It was like Felix was surrounding him. He was in front of him, behind him, inside his head. Jeongin shuddered, biting down on his tongue. That pain was better than everything else he felt right now.

"You think that San guy is going to save you?" Felix asked through the speakers. Wooyoung was shaking his head, crying relentlessly.

"Did-didn't..."

"Liar."

A foot suddenly came of to Wooyoung's head, kicking his chin hard. Wooyoung let out a pained sound, but didn't try to speak again.

"Did you really think we wouldn't find out? I thought you loved me, Youngie. I really thought we had something special. Don't you love me, puppy?"

"Yes, yes, hyung," Wooyoung sobbed, his stomach suddenly contracting hard.

"Please, please, please, ah—!"

"Aww. Can't cum, puppy? Too bad."

Felix groaned behind Jeongin's ear, thrusting his hips up slowly.

"He's so fucking pretty like that. Don't worry puppy, we'll get you there, too. Dumb puppies don't need to cum on their own. Seungminnie is going to train you out of that bad habit."

Jeongin watched in horror how Wooyoung gasped and cried and wound on screen, body spasming with the need to orgasm, yet somehow being unable to.

"You wanna cum so badly," TV-Felix pouted behind the screen. "But you were a bad puppy. And bad puppies don't deserve to cum."

Wooyoung let out a loud sob again, looking up at the camera. Felix swore under his breath as Wooyoung's eyes stared straight at the screen.

"That's it. I love this video."

He sighed, starting to fuck into Jeongin in ernest. "You also want a vibrator, puppy? So you get used to always feeling good. Should leave it in you all day and put a cock ring on you."

That caught Jeongin's attention. He started shaking his head, breathing loud and fast. It was like he had suddenly woken up to the reality of his situation again. He was starting to struggle now, and Felix only laughed, snaking one hand around his neck and grabbing his throat tightly, squeezing it.

"Oh no, puppy. You'll take what we give you. And if you don't tell anyone about it, you also won't end like that slut on screen. You wouldn't want me to overstimulate you till you pass out like in that video, hm? You know what else I do in that video?"

Felix was panting now, talking directly into Jeongin's ear as he fucked up into him with hard thrusts.

"I have these little rods at home... Small metal sounds. Different sizes. Do you know where they go, Innie?"

Jeongin shook his head hard, letting out whiny breaths and crying pathetically as he was getting fucked by an inch of his life.

"They go in here," Felix rasped with a wicked grin, suddenly grabbing Jeongin's dick and pressing his nail into Jeongin's slit hard.

Jeongin screamed in pain, Felix's nail digging so deeply that a bit of blood was mixing in with his dribbling pre-cum. Jeongin thrashed hard, suddenly starting to wind his body, trying to hit and kick Felix.

Felix laughed, clapsing one hand over Jeongin's mouth to shut him up. That's when Jeongin suddenly opened his mouth and bit down. His eyes were squeezed shut, ears ringing loudly, but it only lasted for a short moment.

Suddenly, Jeongin was grabbed by his neck and thigh and lifted up. A harsh slap to his face made his jaw go slack enough for the limb to leave his mouth, but the metallic flavor of blood was enough for him to know that he had fucked up badly.

"This is not how I taught you to behave," a voice boomed through the room. His face was gripped harshly, and when his eyes blinked open again, he was suddenly looking into Chan's angry face.

"I've been nothing but gentle with you, princess. And then you go and bite your friends?"

Jeongin tried to speak, but he couldn't breath. His throat felt too tight, the panick weighing so heavily on his chest that he could only gasp for air, hearing a rasp with every anxious inhale.

"You've taken Minho and Jisung so well. I was gonna reward you later. But you don't leave me a choice today."

With that, Jeongin feels himself getting lifted up again and before he knew what was going on, he saw the world upside down from Chan's shoulder.

Felix looked after them as Chan left and he groaned in frustration.

"That fucking bitch nearly broke my hand!"

"Let me see," Seungmin instructed, having gotten a first-aid kit from a shelf somewhere. He felt over Felix's hand, and Felix let out a small hiss when Seungmin pressed at a particular spot, but it didn't seem too bad.

"Just he careful with it, you should be fine in a week. If not, go see a doctor."

"Yes, nurse Seungmin," Felix replied obediently as Seungminnie wrapped his hand in a bandaid to stop the bleeding. His touches were clinical and percise, expression unmoving despite the red spots on the white bandaid.

"How am I gonna get off now?" Felix said with a frown as he looked at his hand and then his dick. "I didn't even get to finish."

"Hyunjin's locked in his room," Minho said helpfully.

"I could lend you a hand," Jisung offered, having pity with his friend.

"Changbin could also lend you a hand. Or maybe a mouth," Seungmin said.

"You do that?" Felix asked.

"What? I don't—"

"He does," Seungmin cut him off. "Right?"

Changbin looked up at Seungmin, and they seemed to communicate with each other. It took so long that Jisung almost said that it was fine and he would help Felix out and it was nothing, when Changbin finally averted his eyes.

"I— I can, yeah."

"Are you sure?" Felix frowned slightly.

"Yeah. It's nothing."

He got up slowly, awkwardly staring at Felix before walking over to him and kneeling down on the floor. He didn't know what to do with his hands, weirdly shifting around in his spot. Felix just watched him with slight amusement.

"Hyung. Have you ever given a blowjob?"

"Um, no," Changbin admitted, his face getting entirely red. Felix rolled his eyes. "Then why did you offer?"

"He needs to learn it at some point, doesn't he?" Seungmin said. "Go ahead."

Felix gave Seungmin a doubtful look, but didn't say anything as he watched Changbin awkwardly try to suck in his length. They watched him struggle for a while, Felix only frowning lightly the entire time, until Seungmin decided to pull him off.

"You're even worse than I thought. I'll have to train you before letting you touch anyone's dick again," he scoffed. "Sorry, Felix."

"Well at least I'm wet now," Felix chuckled, looking down at the mess of spit. Jisung rolled his eyes then, dropping to his knees.

"Let me help you out."

He stroked Felix a few times before taking him in slowly. Swallowing around the length, he started to bob his head, making Felix sigh.

"That's better. You're good at this."

"He's had practice," Minho grinned.

"I can tell," Felix moaned, hips slowly grinding forward to try and push just a little deeper. Jisung used his hand to cover the part he couldn't fit, swirling his tongue with a hum.

Suddenly, they heard a noise coming from Chan's room, making them look up.

"I think he got out that paddle," Seungmin mused.

"He has a paddle?" Changbin asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Seungmin huffed.

"I didn't know either," Felix said, his uninjured hand now resting on top of Jisung's head.

"Chan hyung isn't usually one for discipline, but he loves a nice paddle. Makes him feel like he's chastising a child," Seungmin explained.

"How do you know that? Chan rarely every shares what he does with Hyunjin behind closed doors," Minho said.

"He tells me what he does with Hyunjin. Since I’m letting him use my bitch." Seungmin shrugged. "He has a different style than me, but I gotta know so he doesn’t mess up my training efforts."

"Oh, I see. The doms have to work together, yeah?" Minho chuckled.

"It's not as special as it sounds. I just make sure he complies with my methods."

"Wow. Didn't know you took that stuff so seriously," Felix said. Then he looked down at Jisung.

"'M close, sungie," he whispered, and Jisung let out a hum around him.

"What else does Chan do that we don't know of?" Minho asked conversationally like they all weren't watching Jisung giving Felix a blowjob with their hands in their pockets.

"From the lack of sounds, he's probably got the boy thing gagged. Hyung is one to overstimulate, while I personally work with denial. But it works in similar ways."

"Woah. Chan hyung likes himself a pillow princess?"

"Absolutely. I think he also does a lot of hypnosis stuff, but I don't know a lot about that, since I'm not too interested in it. He’s not allowed to condition Hyunjin permanently, so Jeongin is probably really fun to him."

When Seungmin was done talking, Felix finally came into Jisung's awaiting mouth. When he pulled off, he smiled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Thanks, Sungie," Felix sighed, giving a grateful smile when Minho helpfully handed him a tissue. Jisung got up like it was nothing, and Minho let out a small snort.

"Did you actually swallow?"

"What, I'm no quitter!" Jisung grinned, way too satisfied with himself.

"You mean spitter," Felix helpfully supplied.

"That too. I don't do half things."

“Didn’t think you actually would,” Felix admitted. “But thanks, though.”

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The next day after class, Jisung shot Minho a quick text, saying he'd be out in the city before coming home. When Minho asked where he was going, he wrote that Hyunjin had sent him on a mission for art supplies, which wouldn't have been the first time. Wouldn't—if it had been the truth.

Jisung knocked on the ugly white door and waited until the owner of the dorm answered.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Seungmin asked, looking Jisung up and down.

"Way to greet a friend," Jisung pouted.

"What do you want?"

"You won't even let me in?" Jisung whined, and Seungmin sighed, opening the door.

"Make it quick, Han Jisung."

"I'm your hyung!"

"And I'll be the end of you soon if you don't tell me why you're here," Seungmin replied dryly.

Jisung just pouted and sat down on the couch in Seungmin's living room, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're suspicious these days."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow.

"Me? How so?"

"That arrangement you have going on with Changbin. It's weird."

"Are you kink shaming me or him?"

"Neither," Jisung replied firmly. "It's just that you never take off his cage even though he keeps begging for him. And he engages less and less in any of our sessions, and yesterday he was super quiet and barely spoke a word. I know there's something going on there. I know you."

Seungmin looked at him for a moment, just silently observing, before nodding his head slowly.

"Do you understand discretion? Or will you run your mouth again?"

"What do you mean again?! I'm very good at keeping secrets," Jisung complained.

"Debatable," Seungmin said.

"Fine, I promise I'll keep it to myself. Pinky promise."

"I fucked Changbin."

Jisung ripped his mouth open, staring with wide eyes. It was quite the grimace, but Seungmin didn't react to it.

"You fucked him?! Oh my god... Did he ask you to?"

"No. I made him. That's why I keep the key. Either he bends over for me, or I don't let him out."

Something in Jisung's expression shifted, and a small grin slowly spread over his face.

"Oh you did, huh? Was it fun?"

"Very. He takes it well. But he's lacking any sort of skill."

Jisung bit down on his lip.

"You know, I've always had a bit of a thing for his muscles. And I know Minho has always likes his ass. Minho is an ass guy."

"What a revelation," Seungmin deadpanned.

"So like, is he your pet now?"

"He's more like a low-in-demand sex toy. I deprave him of sexual relief and stimulation and then wait till he gets desperate enough to let me do what I want."

"That sounds kinda hot, not gonna lie," Jisung admitted. "Does he beg?"

"He tries to argue, but he'll be easily trained out of that."

"And do you take the cage off when you fuck him?"

"No. Only afterwards. I handcuff him so he doesn't stop me from putting it on again."

"Fuck," Jisung breathed. Seungmin could tell he was imagining it. "Do you think.... Would you ever lend me the keys?" He looks up at Seungmin, using his puppy eyes despite knowing they'd never worked on Seungmin before. Seungmin was nothing less than a business man when it came to giving and receiving favors. Not like Chan who was always generous or Minho who had a weak spot for his boyfriend.

"You wanna rape Changbin?"

Seungmin asked it so bluntly, it should have startled him. But Jisung only squeezed his thighs together.

"Yeah. Would you let me use your toy, Seungminnie?"

"What do I get out of it?"

Jisung frowned.

"It's not you I'm trying to fuck."

"Yeah, but I'm the one who bought the cage and did the work to break him. I made him the fucktoy he is, so if you wanna use him, you gotta pay up."

Jisung pouted a little, but then shrugged. He got up and walked towards Seungmin, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck.

"Seungminnieeee...."

"It's not negotiable," Seungmin cut him off. Jisung let out a small huff.

"Not what I'm trying to do. Hyung."

Seungmin cocked up an eyebrow at the title.

"Oh?"

Jisung smirked.

"Mh? Would you?"

He reached out and hooked a finger into Seungmin's waistband, biting his lip, searching for an answer in Seungmin's eyes.

"Aren't you and Minho exclusive about...that?"

Jisung grinned.

"Do you understand discretion, hyung?"

Seungmin let out a scoff and pulled away, sitting back on his couch and patting his thigh.

"Fine. Right here. Right now. Come sit."

Jisung giggled as he climbed into Seungmin's lap, allowing him to take off Jisung's pants and boxers.

"Minho's been the only one, hm?" Seungmin asked, a dark look in his eyes as he pulled a bottle of lube from who knew where. Probably had it stored between some couch cushions for good measure. Jisung and Minho also had one in the couch. It was simply convenient.

"Yeah. Promised him no one's every gonna touch it again."

"But you let me do it for what? So you can rape your friend?" Seungmin asked, almost condescendingly.

"It's so worth it, I know it," Jisung whined. "I want Changbin so bad, I wanna see him cry."

"I bet you do. You're such a freak yourself. You'll let me hit it raw, right?"

Jisung hesitated for a short moment.

"What if he sees?"

Seungmin raised an eyebrow.

"How bad do you wanna fuck Changbin?"

Jisung rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. If I'm already cheating might as well make it worth it."

Seungmin chuckled as he shoved down his waistband.

"Oh so you're admitting it. Shameless. So fucking shameless, Jisung-ah. You're a slut." Jisung just grinned.

"Yeah? But you like sluts, hyung. You like pretty sluts who bounce on it, don't you?"

"Fuck, should've known with an attitude like that you'd be a whore," Seungmin nearly growled, pushing a lubed finger into Jisung without warning.

"Mhhh," Jisung moaned, smiling as he ground back against it.

"You like this? You like getting fingered? What was that shit about not bottoming?"

"Just cause I'm a top doesn't mean I can't touch myself how I like," Jisung said. Seungmin just pushed in a second finger.

"Oh so the slut plays with himself, yeah? So fucking greedy. And selfish. Fingering your own hole while denying your boyfriend. You just like being a little shit to him on purpose?"

Jisung let out another laugh.

"I do what I like, Seungmin-ah. And right now you get to do it, so stop talking about my boyfriend."

"Fine. Come sit on it, then."

"You barely stretched me," Jisung complained.

"Shut up. I bet you like the pain."

Seungmin used more lube to coat his own erection, watching with dark eyes how Jisung rolled his eyes but obliged, lifting his hips slightly.

Seungmin helped him to slip the tip inside, and Jisung immediately moaned at the feeling of being split open like that.

"Fuck... Oh fuck, oh shit it's been way too long... Fuck, that hurts... it's so... Fuck—!"

Seungmin was breathing heavily, guiding Jisung down slowly, taking inch by inch.

When Jisung was all the way seated on Seungmin's lap, he panted, looking at Seungmin with an almost proud expression, but it was slightly distorted by the sensation of having something stretching him out and pressing into every spot that Jisung knew could make him see stars. It was too good.

"Big?" Seungmin smirked.

"I can't complain," Jisung replied breathlessly, rocking his hips ever so slightly in attempt to adjust to the size easier. Seungmin put his hands onto Jisung's waist, watching him with a hungry gaze.

"It's in your belly," he noted, and Jisung let out a small whine when he saw it.

"Fuck. How are you so big?"

Seungmin felt over the small bulge, feeling nearly delirious at the sight.

"Oh I'm gonna fuck you up, baby," he said with a slightly hoarse voice. Jisung let out a needy sound at that, wiggling his hips a little.

"Ready?" Seungmin breathed, and Jisung nodded. "Then ride it, baby."

Jisung didn't need to be told twice. He pushed his hips up slowly, carefully, making sure not too take it too fast. He knew Seungmin was big—could feel it with every smallest movement—and he hadn't taken anything even similar in size in too many years to be careless.

But the pleasure soon became too tempting for that. Once he had let himself sink back down faster, and then even faster once more, he knew he was too gone for any gentleness.

"Oh fuck—"

Jisung grabbed Seungmin's shoulders for leverage before starting to move up and down with intent.

"Ahh- ahh- ahhhhah~" Jisung felt his voice climbing higher as his pace picked up, and Seungmin really did hit every spot. It was insane. It was too good. He felt ecstatic already.

"That's is baby, work yourself on it. You like sitting on my cock, huh?"

Jisung whined loudly, nodding his head fast. He switched between biting on his lip and letting his mouth hang open, panting and whimpering every time he dropped down into Seungmin's lap, feeling his cock in his stomach.

"Would've fucked your little hole ages ago if you weren't dating Minho. Such a shame. I knew you like it, baby. You like when I give it to you, hm? Don't give me that exclusive top bullshit. You like it like this."

Jisung just giggled and let out more whimpers, throwing his head back while laughing.

"You're so fucking big, Minnie," he moaned, another giggle falling from his lips like his thighs weren't trembling with the effort to bounce up and down repeatedly.

Suddenly, Jisung felt a hand around his neck, pulling him down, and a pair of lips smashed against his. Seungmin kissed him lewdly and hungrily, pushing his tongue past Jisung's lips and exploring every inch of his mouth. Jisung didn’t return the kiss, but he also didn’t pull away, completely pliant to Seungmin's actions.

"You and your...stupid boyfriend," Seungmin hissed, gripping Jisung's ass with one hand to squeeze it while also supporting his movements. "Would make you my little cockslut.... Fuck you every day like you need it. Not like Minho. He doesn't know what sluts like you really want."

Jisung let out a hysterical laugh at that.

"Yeah? Like you're doing with Changbin? You're a rape freak, aren't you, hyung?"

Seungmin let out a shameless moan at the question, hips snapping up hard into Jisung.

"Again. Say that again."

Jisung smirked.

"You're such a rape freak, Seungmin-ah. C-can't fucking live... Without raping— ngh....your own friends, h-huh?"

Seungmin was fucking up into him now, feet propped up on the couch.

"Fuck, fuck, Sungie-ah... You wanna be raped hm? You wanna be raped so badly, yes, yes, ugh... Coming to me... Coming here to get fucked behind your boyfriend's back... Taking my cock like a cheap whore... You just live to be fucked, don't you?"

Jisung was giggling atop him like a crazy man, jumping up and down on Seungmin's big cock. It was loud and crazed and almost artificial, but neither ofthem cared. Seungmin was hitting every spot so good, quickly bringing Jisung closer.

"Fucking freak," Jisung moaned, holding onto Seungmin's knee for support. "Saying you'd fuck me...if I wasn't with Minho... Like you're not doing it now."

"You're not gonna tell him, are you?" Seungmin reached up to grab a handful of Jisung's messed up hair. "You'll keep those dirty lips shut, isn't that right?"

"Yeah, yeah, m'gonna... Fuck, I just wanna fuck Binnie...so bad, so bad, ah, ah, ah, please—"

"You can go back to your little boyfriend, but you'll know who fucks you better. Fucking slut." Seungmin was speaking through gritted teeth, using all his strength to hit that spot inside of Jisung that brought tears to his eyes.

"Your cock's so nghh, so good, ah— more please, more, harder, nhhh hyung!"

"Bottom bitch," Seungmin suddenly hissed, grabbing Jisung by his hair and harshly pulling him closer. Jisung could only go slack as Seungmin jostled his body up and down. "Acting like you don't want it and then begging for it. You were a cock whore after all, just like I always knew it."

Jisung let out a slurred string of whines and pleads, tears starting to wet his cheeks.

"Please, please oh, yes, yes, more ah— 'm g-gonna... Hyung, fuck..."

"Tell me, Sungie. Tell hyung what a good little bottom you are. Ask hyung nicely to be his rape doll, why don't you?"

Jisung let out a high moan when Seungmin pulled on his nipple and pinched it. He was leaking so hard at this point he could probably cum any moment, but it felt too good to be over yet.

"Yea-yeah, fuck, please hyungie, please fuck me, can- can be your doll hyung, mhhh yes, yes—"

"This hole is mine," Seungmin nearly growled, hips snapping up particularly hard. Jisung let his head drop forward, but it was stopped by Seungmin's hand in his hair.

"This hole is only mine. Say it."

"Yours," Jisung whimpered, "your hole, hyung's hole, yeah."

"Fucking slut. Giving me the same promise as your boyfriend while letting me fuck you. Whores like you don't care about promises, you just want cock and that's all you can think of."

Jisung whined into the kiss when Seungmin connected their lips again, now hungrily licking into Jisung's mouth. Jisung kissed him back this time, feeling absolutely delirious, tears falling from his chin while he moaned and allowed Seungmin to calim his mouth.

Suddenly there was a hand around his dick and Jisung let out a loud cry, mouth hanging open just over Seungmin's lips. His brows knitted together in pleasure.

"Cum."

That's all it took for Jisung to tip over the edge, shuddering violently through his most intense orgasm in maybe forever. He spilled all over Seungmin's hand and his shirt, spasming and clenching down on Seungmin's cock.

"Fuck, just Like that..."

Seungmin groaned, fucking into Jisung even faster, holding him down with one hand before finally spilling inside of him.

"Fuck... Tight little hole. So good..."

Seungmin sighed, letting his head fall back against the couch. They sat like that for a while until they had both caught their breaths.

Jisung let out a small wince as he lifted his hips to let Seungmin slip out, sitting next to him on the couch.

"That was so good. I knew it would be nice but that was fucking mind-blowing," he muttered, still sounding kind of out of it.

"You should bottom more, then," Seungmin huffed. "What do you gain from pretending to be a top anyways?"

Jisung shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment.

"I am a top. I've never particularly enjoyed to bottom. I tried with Minho but it wasn't good."

"Why?" Seungmin asked. Jisung shrugged.

"I don't know. It felt okay, but I... I just wanted him to be done and get it over with. It wasn't this life-altering experience that people talk about. It just wasn't for me and I really like topping, so it just works for us," Jisung muttered, getting almost a bit defensive at the end.

Seungmin let out a small chuckle.

"And this was life-altering to you?"

"Yeah. Your dicking game is fucking amazing. I saw the stars and the moon a minute ago."

"You know... We could do this again," Seungmin offered, reaching for some tissues to start and clean himself up.

"Yeah thanks, but I'll pass. It was really good, and it was really hot to do something forbidden, but I love Minho. This was a one-time-thing, and I did it because of Changbin. So thanks for the offer, but let's not bring it up again, yeah?"

"Whatever you want."

Seungmin tugged himself back into his sweatpants before getting up and only returning a moment later with his keys. Jisung almost couldn’t believe that Seungmin was letting this go so easily. It wasn’t like him to let others off the hook just like that. But Seungmin didn’t say anything else, so Jisung shrugged it off and cleaned himself up as much as possible. When he was done, Seungmin held up a small key.

"Here are the rules. Never take the cage off when he's not restrained. Make him beg before you take it off, don't let him cum more than once if you take it off. Don't allow him to pleasure himself in any way. You can also just leave it on and tell him to get his reward from me once I get the keys back. And most importantly, don't call him hyung or by his name."

"Got it," Jisung replied, stepping back into his own boxers and pants.

"Alright. I'll give you a week. Don't overdo it and hand me the key back at the end."

Jisung grinned when Seungmin placed the key into his hand. He held it like it was something sacret and kissed the key.

"I'm gonna have so much fun with this."

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Hi baby," Jisung greeted when he came back home.

"Hi. How was art supply shopping?"

Jisung rolled his eyes.

"You know he always asks for super specific stuff. I had to look at three different stores to find the paint he wanted."

Minho raised his eyebrows at that, not replying.

"By the way, I made a stop at Seungmin's place before getting back. He gave me this."

Jisung held up the key with a grin.

"Is that...?"

"Changbinnie's," Jisung confirmed.

"Why?"

Jisung gave him a half-lidded look, twirling the key ring around his fingers as he stepped closer to Minho.

"Seungmin has been doing some work with Changbin. And now we get to reap the benefits... Or better, we get to rape the benefits."

"Seungmin fucked him, didn't he?" Minho asked, glancing down at the key.

"You're so smart, hyungie. Seungmin doesn't know I'm sharing with you, though, so don't tell him, yeah?"

Minho looked back up at Jisung again, eyebrows slightly raised.

"He just gave this to you?"

"Yeah. Everyone loves me. And I was the first to ask. And why wouldn't he?"

Minho nodded slowly, still watching Jisung's expression attentively.

"So Seungmin allowed you to wander off with his sub that nobody else knows is a bottom now, yeah?"

"Basically, yeah." Jisung slipped the key back into his pocket. "We should invite Binnie for game night and do it together. We could spitroast him. I'll even let you take his ass. I know you like that."

Minho chuckled, grabbing Jisung's jaw to press a kiss onto his lips. Jisung's breath hitched slightly, and he tensed for a second, but Minho didn't seem to notice anything, so he smiled again.

"We should do that, baby. Since you worked so hard for that key..."

Jisung made a confused expression, eyes flickering up to Minho as he held his breath.

"Working your puppy eyes, of course," Minho laughed.

"O-oh, oh yeah. Haha. Everyone is weak for my puppy eyes," Jisung chuckled, letting out a small breath of relief.

"Let's have dinner and watch a movie together. I cooked."

"Oh my god, you're the best," Jisung groaned, "I'm dying of hunger!"

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

It was exactly two weeks that Jisung was able to keep his mouth shut. But one day, fucking Jeongin on Chan's living room couch, he slipped up.

"Fuck, so good, almost as good as Changbin—"

All heads whip around, and Jisung already had one hand slapped over his mouth, only a muffled moan coming from his lips.

"Did you fuck Changbin?" Hyunjin blurted out before anyone else had the chance.

"N-no...?" Jisung offered, but he was a bad liar and everyone knew it.

"Why wasn't I invited!" Hyunjin asked with a betrayed expression.

"What would you have done?" Minho asked.

"Wait, were you there too?" Minho shrugged. Seungmin looked up then, meeting Minho's eyes for a moment.

"Unbelievable," Hyunjin huffed.

"What would you even contribute to that?" Minho asked again.

"Well, if his cage came off I wanted to be there!"

"It didn't," Minho simply said.

"Huh?" Felix looked up now. "I thought that was the deal?" He looked over at Seungmin now, waiting for an explanation.

"The deal was that I get to decide when it comes off, or leave it up to others." Seungmin shrugged. "I'm just playing by the rules."

"But you didn't give me a safeword," Changbin suddenly spoke up.

"You refused one. Don't get it twisted, puppy."

Felix frowned.

"Wait, what's going on? Why are you talking like Changbin suddenly turned into a bottom?"

"He's a slut, that's why," Seungmin replied dryly.

"A really messy one too," Jisung sighed as he slowly pushed his hips forward, reveling in the squelching of the lube when he thrusted back into Jeongin. The boy was neither awake nor passed out, laying there in an indeterminate state of consciousness while Jisung fucked him lazily.

"This doesn't feel right," Felix said with a frown. "Changbin hyung didn't agree to being a bottom. Or did you change your mind?" Felix asked, looking at Changbin.

"No. I didn't. He just..." Changbin glanced over at Seungmin as if he feared for some kind of reaction. Seungmin just looked at him with a blank expression.

"Go on. Tell them."

"Seungmin...made me do it," Changbin said quietly. Felix's eyes widened slightly.

"Seungmin-ah. That's against our rules."

"Our rules?" Seungmin let out an scoff. "Our 'rules' state that everything is allowed within the boundaries of a consensually established dynamic or relationship. And that's what it is. I offered him to pick a safeword and he said he doesn't want one. Everything he does and says is within the boundaries of what we established. With consent. If he didn't want me to fuck him he should've thought of that before agreeing to become my toy."

Felix seemed to think about his words.

"So he didn't want a safeword?"

"Exactly."

"Well, then... I guess he wants it, yeah?" Felix slowly got up, walking over to Changbin.

"Do you like to get raped, hyung?" He asked, almost innocently. Changbin stared back at him with terror in his eyes.

"No!"

"Hm. I don't hear you using a safeword, though. So this is still play, right? You want it, right? You wanna be touched like that against your will?"

Changbin stared in disbelief how Felix suddenly palmed himself through his pants.

"Seungmin-ah... Is it fine if I...try him out one more time?"

"Go crazy," Seungmin just said. Jisung's eyes snapped up at him at those words. "Just don't call him hyung. I'm his only hyung."

When Seungmin's eyes finally met Jisung's, he smirked. Jisung sent him a glare but said nothing. Of course Seungmin would give Felix free game. He didn't suspect Felix to secretly be a bottom, after all.

"Rules are rules, pet," Felix said as he pushed his shorts down. Changbin shook his head, frantically getting up.

"That's enough. I'm done with this. If there's no way for me to stop this madness, then I'm gonna leave. I don't care if I have to go to the ER, all of you are sick. This isn't normal, and what we did to Wooyoung was wrong, but this?!" Changbin pointed at the bruised Jeongin on Jisung's lap. "This is fucked up! It's sick! You're all sick! I'm going to turn myself in and take all of you with me. This has to stop. Today."

It was completely silent for a moment. Everyone stared at Changbin, his words slowly sinking in. Changbin looked around, anger on his face, but he couldn't hide the nervousness about what he was doing. He was breaking the circle. Breaking the spell. This wasn't what they had expected.

This time, Chan was the first to get up. He walked over to Changbin, who swallowed hard and took a step back, feeling the wall behind him.

"Changbin-ah. I get that you like bratting out sometimes. But threatening us with the police?" He shook his head, placing one hand on Changbin's shoulder. "You're taking it too far. And I think you need some discipline to remind you of your place."

Changbin shook his head hard.

"I don't need anything from you anymore!" He pushed Chan's hand off him, glaring at the older. "I don't know what you did to Jeongin, but it's not okay. You're way too old to be with someone like him."

"That's enough, pet."

Chan suddenly gripped his shoulder and arm, and with one swift movement, he had Changbin turned around and pinned to the wall.

"If I was your handler I would spank you red and raw, but that's not up to me. If I was you I would apologize, because we both know you can not handle Seungmin mad," Chan rasped into his ear, not letting go even as Changbin struggled.

"You're...sick! You're so fucking sick! We made a promise!"

"And now that the promise no longer serves you, you're complaining?" Minho suddenly said. He chuckled and slipped his hand under Jisung's hoodie, trailing his hand up to squeeze at his neck, giving Jisung goosebumps.

"Any one of us could be on the other side of this deal. Any one of us could become a pet instead of a human. But you went willingly. Now fulfill your duty."

Jisung shuddered slightly at the words. They felt a little too personal with Minho's fingernails scratching lightly over his skin, and Minho's voice a little too close to his ear. He tried to meet Minho's eyes to read his expression, but Minho was still focused on Changbin.

"I'm disappointed, puppy. I thought I had taught you better than that. Hyunjin, baby, get us a rope, will you?" Seungmin asked, though it wasn’t really a question.

Hyunjin let out a giggle.

"Oh, I like where this is going, hyung."

He winked at Seungmin before getting up and leaving the room. Chan's personal toy collection wasn't for them to snoop through, but they all knew where it was and Chan had agreed to share some resources with them in case they ever needed them—at least when it came to the stuff you could safely share with your friends.

Hyunjin returned with a couple of ropes, a gag, and one of Chan's infamous paddles. In his other hand he was holding something smaller he didn't show yet.

Seungmin reached for the ropes and went over to Chan, who was still keeping Changbin contained. He tied the man's arms on his back with practices ease while the others watched.

"You're so good with ropes..." Hyunjin sighed dreamily.

"Does he tie you up?" Felix asked curiously.

"Yeah. Sometimes. It's been too long, though."

"The new pet had all of our attention. Doesn't mean we love your slutty hole any less, Jinnie," Felix promised, grabbing Hyunjin's butt to give it a firm squeeze. Hyunjin just grinned.

"I know, it was exciting for me too. I just really need Seungmin to fuck me again."

They looked back at Changbin, who was getting his pants removed and shoved to the ground. Seungmin and Chan easily held him down in that position, and Felix bit on his lip as he saw the little cage that contained Changbin's dick.

"It's so cute," he cooed, and Hyunjin agreed.

"I'd fuck you, but I'm still hoping for a turn with the rope bunny," Felix said with a small pout, resting one arm around Hyunjin's shoulders.

"I can come to yours tomorrow, maybe?" Hyunjin offered.

"Sounds good."

"I'm going to ruin you all," Changbin hissed out as he felt the rope digging into his legs and forcing them apart. He was kneeling on the floor now, legs spread widely apart, when Seungmin got out the little key and unlocked the small cage.

"You should be grateful I'm taking it off, puppy," he said before kicking one of Changbin's knees with his shoe. Changbin winced in pain from the already unbearable stretch being strained even more. He was still soft now, but he had a feeling he wouldn't stay for long.

Before Changbin could curse at them any more, Chan put the gag around him to shut Changbin up.

"If you don't wanna be obedient we'll just have to make you," he huffed. "But that's for your dom to do."

He got up now and walked over to Jisung.

"Are you done with the boy?"

Jisung nodded. Cum was trickling down from Jeongin's hole, staining the couch. Chan picked up the limp body and walked over to an armchair, sitting down with Jeongin on his lap. He didn't do much but kissing Jeongin's face and head, caressing his thighs and guiding his hips to rock slightly on Chan's thigh while getting little praises whispered into his ear.

"You're so down bad for that boy," Hyunjin chuckled.

"He behaves," Chan just replied.

"Oh like you don't love it when I misbehave," Hyunjin teased, rolling his eyes.

"You would bite me if I treated you like this," Chan said, emphasizing his words by threading his fingers into Jeongin's messed up hair.

"That's true. But I let you fuck me hard."

"There's a sub for everything," Chan concluded.

"Come here, Felix."

Felix was on his feet immediately, stumbling over towards Changbin.

"You can fuck him."

"Oh my god, yes, Seungmin you're the best. Fuck yes..."

Felix pushed his pants down completely this time and got rid of his boxers, staring intensely at Changbin.

"Here's lube. Don't worry about prep. He needs to learn his place."

Felix smirked at Seungmin's words, taking the lube from him.

"Perfect. I've been wanting to do that forever. It's fun to rape our puppy, but it's just not the same when he's already so loose. But you're tight, aren't you?" He said to Changbin, patting his thigh. Changbin only let out a broken sound, shaking his head fast. Felix ignored it, lubing himself up.

"You want it. I know you do. You're Seungmin's little bitch, aren't you?"

Felix teased Changbin's hole with his tip, enjoying the choked sounds of denial and the huffs of anger the older let out.

"Want me to put it in? Want me to rape your tight little hole, slut?"

Changbin tried to wind his body, but it only put a harder strain on the ropes forcing his legs apart, making him let out a sob. It was a more than painful position, but Felix didn't care.

"Open up for me. Let me make you the toy you're meant to be."

Changbin tried to scream, but it was muffled by the gag. His eyes rolled back into his head when Felix's tip popped inside, and his length slowly bullied its way into Changbin's body.

"Fuck yeah, you can take it, take it all, gonna fill you so good—"

Jisung watched the whole scene in silence. He'd had a weird feeling in his stomach ever since Minho's last comment to Changbin. He tried to ignore it, straddling Minho's lap instead.

"Like the show?" Minho asked, feeling Jisung slowly rocking his hips against Minho's. Minho chuckled low in his chest, placing a kiss on Jisung's neck.

"Yeah..."

"You like watching the pet getting raped by Lixie?"

Jisung nodded, whimpering quietly when Minho encouraged his actions.

"It's hot," he admitted, biting his lip when he heard the telltale sounds of Felix starting to fuck Changbin with hard thrusts. Changbin was crying now, his hardening dick bobbing up and down where it stood proudly from his body, leaking pathetically already. His hands were tied back, legs spread to the sides, pre-cum dripping from his tip.

"Seungmin-ahhhh... Hyung..." Hyunjin purred, standing next to Seungmin and trying to lick his ear. Seungmin only nudged his head towards the couch.

"Alright, get naked, head down ass up."

"Yes Sir," Hyunjin all but moaned, immediately starting to strip naked. He got undressed in record time, grabbing something before getting into position. He held it out to Seungmin, who let out a small scoff.

"Greedy whore. Stealing Chan hyung’s toys. I'll consider it."

He grabbed the small vibrator from Hyunjin, waiting until he had presented himself on the couch like instructed.

"Please Sir," Hyunjin whined, giggling when it earned him a harsh spank. "More," he moaned, gasping when he suddenly felt three slick fingers forcing their way into him without warning.

"Ahhhh yes, yes, fuck, hyung! Ahh yes, rape me too, wan' it too, like Binnie please, ah yeahhh—"

Jisung squirmed in Minho's lap, letting out a whiny breath.

"You're getting wet, aren't you?" Minho whispered into his ear. "Watching all your friends getting it. Do you want that too, Jisungie? Does my Hannie secretly want to be a little slut?"

Jisung bit down on his lip. His mind was conflicted. Minho's bulge felt so good against his, rubbing slowly together and making him feel good and floaty. The truth was—he might want it. It sounded nice. After what had happened with Seungmin, he'd realized that there was more to it. There always had been more to it, but maybe he’d been too scared to admit that from the start. He wasn't sure if he could live with knowing that there was someone who could fuck him and make him cum like no one else, but it wasn't his boyfriend. And he could never tell anyone about it.

Because admitting that to anyone, even Minho, was absolutely not a risk he could take. Not after seeing what had happened to Changbin. If he wanted to live his life how he'd planned it, with agency and free will, then it was probably better not to mention it anymore. He ground his hips forward, moaning softly at the nice friction of Minho's palm on him.

Hyunjin cried out from pleasure when Seungmin bottomed out, starting to thrust roughly.

"I asked you a question, baby. Do you wanna be a little rape doll, hm?" Minho rasped, now gripping onto Jisung's butt with one hand, guiding his movements against Minho's own crotch.

"You like that idea, don't you, baby?"

"Only for you," Jisung replied, rocking his hips forward with eager little huffs. "Jus' you, hyung. Don't want anyone else. Don't want anyone else touching me."

Minho chuckled, tucking Jisung's face into his neck and kissing his temple softly.

"Wouldn't think of it, baby," he muttered softly, one hand rubbing over Jisung's back as he chased his orgasm against Minho's thigh. As he spoke those words, his eyes flickered up to where Seungmin was currently overstimulating Hyunjin with the vibrator. Their eyes met for a short moment, and Seungmin looked hungry. Minho held his gaze while slipping his hand from Jisung's back down to his butt, giving it a slow, hard squeeze that made Jisung gasp in his lap.

"I'd never let anyone else touch my baby," Minho said, this time loud enough for the room to hear, his eyes still locked with Seungmin's. Seungmin didn't even blink as he said, "cum for me," and Hyunjin spilled all over the couch. At the same time, Jisung shuddered in Minho’s lap, cumming in his pants with a whine. Seungmin kept looking at Minho, unmoving, reading his expression. Then, after a moment, his blank face turned into a small smirk. Minho ran his tongue along Jisungie's neck gently sucking on his skin, holding him close.

"You're such a good boy, Han-ah. Hyung's gonna take such good care of his puppy."

Jisung let out a little sob, bucking his hips up against Minho as he rode out his orgasm. His mind was confused, but it felt too good to stop. All of it felt too good. He couldn't ever imagine living without Minho. He loved the man more than anyone. But if he could trust him more than anyone...that was a different question now. That was something he refused to ask himself.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

The following weeks, Chan started talking about adult adoption. Apparently he'd been looking into the process and had some ideas regarding Jeongin, since he'd grown up without his parents he hoped to be able to make a case about fulfilling a parental role in Jeongin's life. So they agreed to stop bruising the boy for a while to make him presentable for court.

Changbin continued to wear his cage and did not go to the police. Seungmin had made sure of that. And if he had to put Changbin into a drug-induced coma to silence him, he would. If Changbin continued to talk about it and Seungmin wouldn't be able to break his will, who knew what other methods he would rely on. They hadn't gone there yet, but who said they wouldn't turn to violence if the situation demanded it?

Felix was happy as ever with the situation, finally getting to fuck Changbin whenever he wanted. Jisung tried to distract himself by throwing himself into his studies. He didn't even call Hyunjin for a while, despite Minho offering to visit him together. He mostly stayed at their dorm, spending his days inside. Clinging to his boyfriend and asking him ‘would you still love me if’ questions that Minho always answered with loving reassurance, but never seemed to ease Jisung’s anxious mind.

Hyunjin got even more into his play with Seungmin since he wasn't his only sub anymore, enjoying it more and more to be compared to Changbin and treated like a second choice to him, reasoning that he was finally living the harem life of his dreams. All of his friends were happy for him.

And so they went on with their lives. As deranged and mad as ever. Everyone in their own way, everyone with their own fears and miseries and guilty pleasures. No one ever spoke a word to the outside world, because rules were rules, after all.

· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·

"Wooyoung?"

The man turned around, but looked away again when he saw Jeongin. He was about to walk away when Jeongin grabbed his wrist. Wooyoung gave him a glare, but Jeongin held his wrist tightly.

"Please. I'm sorry."

"You found out, didn't you? You know they lied now, so you come running back to me because no one else is going to believe you."

Jeongin's hand clenched to a fist at his side. He was trembling, cheap makeup poorly covering up a bruise surrounding his eye.

"Please. I'm cut off from anyone else. I have no one."

Wooyoung scoffed lightly.

"And what do you want me to do now? Go to the cops? Like I haven't tried. But good luck with that, because if they find out, you're doomed."

"You don't care what happens to me?!" Jeongin asked, getting desperate way too fast. "Wooyoung—"

"Did you care? Did you even ask me if it was true, what they told you about me? No. Of course you didn't. You didn't have any reason to believe I hurt a single soul, but you chose to believe their lies because you liked them. Because they made you feel oh-so special, am I right?"

His voice was bitter.

"Please, I can't go to anyone else. I don't know what to do. I'm scared, hyung. I need your help, I need—"

"I don't want anything to do with them anymore. I don't know what they have in their hands agains me and I don't wanna find out. Don't talk to me anymore."

Jeongin was close to tears, despair now clawing on his insides and cutting through his flesh like a wild beast. He knew he should let Wooyoung go, accept his decision and find help elsewhere. It was true—Wooyoung had good reason not to interact with him, even less get involved with these people again. It would be stupid of him.

Maybe it was that despair that made Jeongin make a decision he could have never seen himself making. Or maybe he had spend too much time around people who couldn't tell right from wrong—who had toyed and messed with his mind until Jeongin no longer knew what was real and what was imagined.

Or maybe he had just never been so good from the beginning on. Maybe there had always been something messed up inside of him. A spark of darkness waiting to ignite. Under the right circumstances, at the right time, making him into someone unrecognizable to himself. Human nature unrestrained, and everything bad it could do. That's what they all came down to, at the end. Human despair.

"They have pictures of you. Videos. Proof of what happened. A folder filled with pictures of your body. Videos where it looks like you're enjoying yourself. Videos where you look like you're close to death. They made me watch it."

Wooyoung stared at him with an unreadable expression. There was some anger, and there was some shock, but there was also a kind of disconnect. A numbness, as if Jeongin had long buried any emotional attachment to his past and all the memories of it.

"Don't go looking for your own folder. You'll definitely find it."

"So? We're in this together, aren't we?" Jeongin said, nearly begging now. He was still holding onto Wooyoung's wrist, who tried to pull it away now.

"No. We're not. I'm not with them anymore. And I will do everything I can to avoid them."

Jeongin clenched his jaw, suddenly pulling Wooyoung's arm closer again, so hard that Wooyoung nearly bumped into him face fist.

"Hyung. I can get access to these pictures if I ask them. You know they're fucked up in the head. If I say I want to repay you, they'll send them to me." He didn’t care that he was spitting lies. Wooyoung could probably tell. But it was Jeongin’s last resort.

Wooyoung stared at him coldly.

"You have no dignity left to live, do you? What are you trying to say?"

"Help me. Please, hyung. Just..." He swallowed. "Help me get away."

"I can't do that."

Jeongin gritted his teeth.

"Then you'll suffer with me."

Wooyoung glared back at him, no emotions to be found on his face. He slowly shook his head.

"They broke you. Not just your mind. Your soul as well. The Jeongin I know never would have threatened me. The Jeongin I got to know was the kindest person in my class. Now you're just as messed up as them."

"Maybe that's the price we pay for being born into this world. I used to think it's pretty. But those were fairytales."

"Do you still have a faith?"

Jeongin stilled for a moment, then he took a step forward, coming face to face with Jeongin.

"There is only one thing that is absolutely certain about our existence. And that is that we will suffer, and one day, we will die. So that will be the god I'll serve."

"Then you've already given up on yourself. You're already dead," Wooyoung replied. Jeongin let out a dry huff.

"Don't worry. There's still time to take you with me."