"Smile, slut. People like you better when you smile." Cheon patted Meng Yao's thigh, having a loose grip on him while he let himself be ridden. Definitely fit the amount of effort he was putting in. It was always good to remind someone like Meng Yao of his role, before he could get overly cocky.
"You picturing someone when you're doing this?" Cheon wondered. "Just remember, no one can give it to you as good as your master, yeah? Only I know how you need to be treated. Horny bitch."
The drugs were really kicking in, he smiled a little dopily at Cheon, his frustration and anger turning into impotent thoughts that meant nothing. It was easy to float away as he fucked himself on the dick of the man he hated the most. The drugs were good, they helped him escape a world he didn't want to be in.
When Cheon spoke of who he wanted to be with, his mind did immediately go to Xue Yang. Fucking him, taking care of him, them showering after - and fucking away. The way he would stroke his hair. Xiao Yao. He shuddered with pleasure and picked up his pace, the worlds fumbling out of his mouth without thinking. "Only you, daddy."
If he had been sober, he would have been so angry at himself. But he couldn't think. He just had Xue Yang on his mind.
"Yeah, that's right. You really are a filthy whore, aren't you? Such a slut." Cheon laughed, lifting one hand to force a few fingers into Meng Yao's mouth. "Suck on that, bitch."
He was out of breath, speaking and thinking was getting much harder. The drugs made it easy to have his dick hard but they didn't make him last much longer. Especially not with the excellent display of debauchery that Meng Yao was putting on. So he came soon enough, with a loud grunt, face red and fingers digging into Meng Yao's hip.
He collapsed fully onto the couch, grinning up at Meng Yao. "Not bad."
Meng Yao sucked and licked those disgusting fingers, feeling fuzzy headed and happy to be away from all of this, in any way he could be. He imagined Xue Yang's fingers instead, imagined that Xue Yang came inside of him. He kept moving and moving, even after Cheon came, until he could come himself. He usually didn't come when fucking Cheon.
It was weird, as he snapped out of it, to look down and see Cheon instead of Xue Yang. Fuck. What was his head doing?
"I'm feeling weird, what did you give me?" He never told him what it was and it could change all the time. He hated drugs. Truly.
"What do you care?" Cheon yawned without holding his hand in front of his mouth, wiping his hand on the couch and considering his options here. "You're having a good time, aren't you? I should give you some more to enjoy it. Gimme a minute and then I'll tie you up properly."
Might as well turn this into some proper training. "I've got a group for you tomorrow but you're free today."
"A group?" Meng Yao pulled himself off Cheon and felt a horrible sinking feeling inside of him. Training? He didn't want training. Training was just an excuse for Cheon to torture him with his sex toys and whatever bondage he felt like applying. "I did a group not long ago, do I have to do another?"
Yet another group? He fucking hated groups. They always hurt him. "Groups always make me lose a day. Isn't it smarter to not do groups?" Meng Yao wasn't sure why he was trying to fight it, he never stood a chance. "I hate them."
"Fuck, you still care about stuff like that? Why do you even have opinion? You really have to work on that." Cheon shook his head in disapproval, definitely deciding that he'd have to go hard. Meng Yao was talking back, even while drugged. Who wanted a whore like that?
"Groups make a lot of money. You keep them satisfied. You do a good job, it's a compliment. Stop whining about it."
He wasn't happy. He hoped Xue Yang would kill this group too, if it was Xue Yang. He wasn't even sure he liked the bastard any more, he just wanted revenge so much. If his hands were tied around his back, he would have been tempted to punch Cheon in the face and run for it. To what end, he had no idea. "Whatever you say, boss."
Cheon checked his phone and answered a few messages. He was silent for a few minutes as he did that, ignoring Meng Yao entirely. Then he finally got up, adjusting his clothes - sans belt - and heading for the other room. He returned carrying some rope, unravelling it in his hands as he approached Meng Yao. "On the ground, on your knees."
He waited for the instruction to be followed. "You can be here for a few, then I'll let you get some rest. I'll send you the address of the place we'll meet at tomorrow, I'll handle introductions."
"Understood." Meng Yao dropped onto the floor, getting ready on his knees and looking at Cheon curiously. Why did he have the rope? What was the plan? How was he going to rest if Cheon wanted to play? Unless the 'few' was whatever this was. He tried to get back into the fuzzy, floaty headspace but the drugs weren't working the way he wanted. Anxiety seemed to be keeping him grounded. Unfortunately.
"Are you going to drive me there? My driver lost his fingers." He had to fight not to smile. It was kinda funny. Kinda.
"Shit! Fuck that. Yeah, right. Guess I'll have to drive you. Damn, who's got time for that?" Clearly annoyed, Cheon set about tying Meng Yao into a hogtie that was needlessly tight. Whatever, Meng Yao was flexible. One of the good things about him. "I'll pick you up. Whatever."
He rolled his eyes, then tapped Meng Yao's lips. "Open up, bitch boy. We're doing a gag."
"How big is the group?" Meng Yao asked as he felt his stomach do flips. He wasn't that nervous but apparently anxiety on whatever these drugs were was a whole different beast. He hoped it was less than 5. The most he'd had was 10 once, at a party, they were staggered and not always all there but it had been the worst night of his life.
Parties were the worst. They got drunk, got high and got cruel. He looked at Cheon, stubbornly keeping his lips together for just a moment before reluctantly opening his mouth. There was no point in fighting, even if he hated it. He hated that Xue Yang, or whoever the fuck it was, kept giving him shitty, useless hope.
"I don't know, do I? It's a party. I'll count and cash in. Can't be more than twenty." Probably less. "I dunno, they got more than one whore, I'm guessing." He did not know for sure.
He pushed the gag into Meng Yao's mouth and tightened it right away, then continued on by tying some rope around the gag strap, forcing Meng Yao's body into even more of an arch. "You'll be well fucked tomorrow, slut. Don't worry."
Twenty?! Fuck. He wished he had any way to refuse but he knew he didn't. This was life. Cheon sent him places as he went. It was shit but it was his life and he had to live it. Whatever was happening, if it was Jiangzai or not, it wouldn't change it. Nothing would.
He arched himself up and made a muffled groan - it hurt. Everything was too tight and the pressure was wrong in some places. He squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable.
"You want to get fucked now, right? Squirming like that." Cheon slapped his ass and then it didn't take him long to find one of his bigger toys, so he could start pushing it inside Meng Yao. "You'll have to relax or it won't fit. But I've seen what you like to take, bitch boy, I know this is just right for you."
Either way, he was not giving him a choice in the matter, that much was certain.
It was barely lubed and much bigger than Cheon, it was hard to relax when he was pushing something like that against his already sensitive insides. He moaned in annoyance, hoping it came across more as annoyed than horny. Even so, he knew he just had to get it over with so he pushed hard against it and managed to ignore any pain once it was stuffed inside.
It was really uncomfortable. It felt much too big and it was pressing against things he didn't want it to. He hissed and jerked away from Cheon. Asshole.
"So difficult to do. You little asshole." Cheon slapped his ass again, hard, then he got up and laid down on the couch. He stretched out and looked at his phone, so he could get some work done and, yes, also just watch some videos. Mostly porn. For the next few hours, he ignored Meng Yao entirely.
It wasn't until it was getting dark outside that he set his phone down and sat up, arms folded as he looked down at Meng Yao. "Are you sorry yet?"
He had lost all feeling in his arms by now and his body was shaking with the effort to maintain the position. It had been a long time since he had been tied like this for a prolonged time. Sometimes, being flexible, it meant that people didn't consider that it could get tiring. It seemed so effortless.
He nodded his head very eagerly when Cheon asked, wanting to be untied as soon as possible. He was pained, half hard and sick and tired of hearing Cheon's shitty porn every now and again.
"Then I'll untie you. And you'll jerk yourself off like a good boy for daddy. That was it." What he was into, apparently. Oh, he had made not of it. "And then I'll allow you to take out the gag and to get your slutty ass home. If you show me proper respect, anyway."
Which he still didn't know for sure Meng Yao would manage. So much attitude lately. Still, he untied him quickly enough, even removing the belt. Only the gag stayed in his mouth and the toy up his ass and Cheon sat back down, waiting.
The desire to leave and go home beat out any other desire. He moved his numb, tingling hands and immediately went to his dick, jerking off swiftly and looking at Cheon as he did it. He looked right into his eyes, the unsettling way he did sometimes. Not aggressive, not overtly taunting, just a hollow look - polite but dark, unhappy. He could never hide how he felt but he could mask it with politeness.
He kept going until he came, trying to get as much of it on his hands and stomach and not so much on the floor. He didn't want to lick it up. He was panting as he looked at Cheon, still not breaking eye contact. He did it, he wanted his reward.
"Was that so bad?" Obviously a rhetorical question. Cheon leaned back with one of his smug smiles. "I know how to treat you right, slut. Never forget that."
Clearly this had been just what Meng Yao needed. "You can take the gag off. And then you can lick the floor. I see you dripped." He hadn't much. Barely at all. But Cheon knew what Meng Yao hated. "Then you can leave."
Of course. He always found a way to make him do that, even since he first learned how much he hated it. He bit down on the gag to get through his anger and then finally, wiped his hand on his chest and then untied the gag. He dropped it onto the floor and hesitated, looking down at the small droplet on the floor.
He huffed through his nose and forced himself, tongue dragging on the floor. It tasted salty and dusty. He retched slightly, his mind imagining all the things that had been on the floor. He pulled himself up, visibly disgusted. "I'm leaving then."
With that repulsive task done, he hurried to pull on his pants and shirt. He needed a long shower,
"Sure. And when I pick you up tomorrow, you better be in a good mood. I'll give you something to make you friendlier, but I want to see you smiling before that." Cheon waved his hand to dismiss Meng Yao, letting out a yawn and then scratching his stomach. Long day, he was ready for a nap.
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"You picturing someone when you're doing this?" Cheon wondered. "Just remember, no one can give it to you as good as your master, yeah? Only I know how you need to be treated. Horny bitch."
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When Cheon spoke of who he wanted to be with, his mind did immediately go to Xue Yang. Fucking him, taking care of him, them showering after - and fucking away. The way he would stroke his hair. Xiao Yao. He shuddered with pleasure and picked up his pace, the worlds fumbling out of his mouth without thinking. "Only you, daddy."
If he had been sober, he would have been so angry at himself. But he couldn't think. He just had Xue Yang on his mind.
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He was out of breath, speaking and thinking was getting much harder. The drugs made it easy to have his dick hard but they didn't make him last much longer. Especially not with the excellent display of debauchery that Meng Yao was putting on. So he came soon enough, with a loud grunt, face red and fingers digging into Meng Yao's hip.
He collapsed fully onto the couch, grinning up at Meng Yao. "Not bad."
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It was weird, as he snapped out of it, to look down and see Cheon instead of Xue Yang. Fuck. What was his head doing?
"I'm feeling weird, what did you give me?" He never told him what it was and it could change all the time. He hated drugs. Truly.
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Might as well turn this into some proper training. "I've got a group for you tomorrow but you're free today."
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Yet another group? He fucking hated groups. They always hurt him. "Groups always make me lose a day. Isn't it smarter to not do groups?" Meng Yao wasn't sure why he was trying to fight it, he never stood a chance. "I hate them."
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"Groups make a lot of money. You keep them satisfied. You do a good job, it's a compliment. Stop whining about it."
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He wasn't happy. He hoped Xue Yang would kill this group too, if it was Xue Yang. He wasn't even sure he liked the bastard any more, he just wanted revenge so much. If his hands were tied around his back, he would have been tempted to punch Cheon in the face and run for it. To what end, he had no idea. "Whatever you say, boss."
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He waited for the instruction to be followed. "You can be here for a few, then I'll let you get some rest. I'll send you the address of the place we'll meet at tomorrow, I'll handle introductions."
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"Are you going to drive me there? My driver lost his fingers." He had to fight not to smile. It was kinda funny. Kinda.
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He rolled his eyes, then tapped Meng Yao's lips. "Open up, bitch boy. We're doing a gag."
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Parties were the worst. They got drunk, got high and got cruel. He looked at Cheon, stubbornly keeping his lips together for just a moment before reluctantly opening his mouth. There was no point in fighting, even if he hated it. He hated that Xue Yang, or whoever the fuck it was, kept giving him shitty, useless hope.
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He pushed the gag into Meng Yao's mouth and tightened it right away, then continued on by tying some rope around the gag strap, forcing Meng Yao's body into even more of an arch. "You'll be well fucked tomorrow, slut. Don't worry."
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He arched himself up and made a muffled groan - it hurt. Everything was too tight and the pressure was wrong in some places. He squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable.
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Either way, he was not giving him a choice in the matter, that much was certain.
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It was really uncomfortable. It felt much too big and it was pressing against things he didn't want it to. He hissed and jerked away from Cheon. Asshole.
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It wasn't until it was getting dark outside that he set his phone down and sat up, arms folded as he looked down at Meng Yao. "Are you sorry yet?"
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He nodded his head very eagerly when Cheon asked, wanting to be untied as soon as possible. He was pained, half hard and sick and tired of hearing Cheon's shitty porn every now and again.
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Which he still didn't know for sure Meng Yao would manage. So much attitude lately. Still, he untied him quickly enough, even removing the belt. Only the gag stayed in his mouth and the toy up his ass and Cheon sat back down, waiting.
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He kept going until he came, trying to get as much of it on his hands and stomach and not so much on the floor. He didn't want to lick it up. He was panting as he looked at Cheon, still not breaking eye contact. He did it, he wanted his reward.
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Clearly this had been just what Meng Yao needed. "You can take the gag off. And then you can lick the floor. I see you dripped." He hadn't much. Barely at all. But Cheon knew what Meng Yao hated. "Then you can leave."
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He huffed through his nose and forced himself, tongue dragging on the floor. It tasted salty and dusty. He retched slightly, his mind imagining all the things that had been on the floor. He pulled himself up, visibly disgusted. "I'm leaving then."
With that repulsive task done, he hurried to pull on his pants and shirt. He needed a long shower,
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