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“Oh. My. Gosh. He’s looking at you, Zhanzhan!” Xuan Lu whispers to Xiao Zhan as they fill their cups during their daily tea break in the company kitchen.
“Who?” Xiao Zhan asks curiously, turning to look and then freezing as his face goes pale.
“That IT guy that we kept teasing you about, who you said wasn't interested in you. The cute one that was by your side the entire launch party last month!” Xuan Lu reminds him, giggling as she pulls him away from where he’s standing in place, staring at the man quietly working on a computer across the hallway.
Xiao Zhan stumbles after her. Thankfully, Xuan Lu is too distracted with her own thoughts to notice how Xiao Zhan’s tea sloshes over the side from his trembling fingers clutching his cup in a death grip as they walk back to the design department.
Xiao Zhan thought that he could live normally. He hoped if he was careful enough that nobody would know the secret he was hiding. He did a good job for the first 29 years of his life until he met Wang Yibo only a few months ago.
The new IT specialist was so polite and deferential to Xiao Zhan at first, and the friendly head of the design department began to tease Wang Yibo to pull him out of his shell, trying to get him to lower his guard.
Xiao Zhan was thrilled, taking it as a personal accomplishment when Yibo started warming up to him. In what felt like no time at all, they were laughing together, teasing each other, and then Yibo started taking it farther. He flirted endlessly with Xiao Zhan when nobody else was around. Yibo began to push his buttons and started to test his boundaries. It was always after hours, when both of them were working late.
After one too many inappropriate comments, Xiao Zhan told him that he needed to step back, that he needed to be more professional in the workplace. He hoped that would be the end of it, but that evening, Yibo had just stepped closer to him, standing far too into his personal space and asked in a husky voice, “What about out of the workplace?”
Xiao Zhan flushed, looking down at his design drawings to avoid Yibo’s dark eyes that suddenly felt far too intense. “No, I’m sorry, I don’t date co-workers.”
The younger man seemed to take the rejection well, shrugging and wishing Xiao Zhan a good evening. Xiao Zhan heaved a sigh of relief and hoped that would be the end of it. He decided to stop being so familiar with Yibo, since he didn’t want to lead the other man on, and for the next week all had been well.
Some of his colleagues, like Xuan Lu, had started teasing Xiao Zhan about Yibo. It was clear that the two of them had been getting along, so dating seemed the obvious step, but Xiao Zhan didn’t want to get into why he wouldn’t date Yibo—why he wouldn’t date anyone, ever. So he told his chatty co-workers that Yibo wasn’t interested in him that way, hoping that would be the end of it.
Then it happened, and everything was broken, including Xiao Zhan.
A month ago, the company had a party to celebrate the successful launch of a new product. Xiao Zhan’s design team was a huge part of it, and he was lauded by all of the top executives of the company. As the drinks flowed and the hours passed, Yibo stuck to him like glue, drawing even more teasing and wiggling eyebrows from Xuan Lu.
Xiao Zhan pushed away Yibo’s arm from around his waist numerous times, and the younger man continued to press a new drink in his hand every time his glass was empty. Xiao Zhan was unable to deny Yibo during such festivities, especially in front of so many smiling, drunk colleagues, without making a scene.
As the night passed, Xiao Zhan would tell himself to not drink anymore, then someone new would come up to cheer him, and the lurking IT guy with the glittering dark eyes was there to helpfully pass him a full cup.
Xiao Zhan was a lightweight. He knew it, and Yibo had apparently figured that out. He was unable to resist when Yibo finally told their colleagues with a friendly smile that he would bring Xiao Zhan home safely. He remembered Xuan Lu smiling and telling Yibo to get him home safely or else in a friendly manner.
Xiao Zhan doesn’t remember much from the ride home, just flashes of the world quickly passing by outside his car window and a large hand stroking his hair softly as he sighed, feeling drunk and content.
But Xiao Zhan does remember waking up and realizing he was tied to a bed, completely naked. It didn’t feel like his bed, and as his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he began to make out shapes in a bedroom he didn’t recognize. He began to shout and scream, but there was no movement, and he seemed to be all alone. Xiao Zhan was terrified. Where was he? What had happened to Yibo?
The lights were switched on and while Xiao Zhan was no longer as drunk, his head was still fuzzy and his vision still blurry, especially through the tears from the sudden bright light. He blinked to clear his eyes and took a quick breath as he saw Yibo standing in the doorway with a grin threatening to split his face.
“Good morning, Zhan-ge, did you sleep well?” Yibo asked solicitously.
Xiao Zhan blinked at the idea that it was morning, looking over to the windows to discover they were covered with blackout curtains, no light able to peek through. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he realized what was happening.
Xiao Zhan tried to close his legs, but they were spread wide, ankles bound to either side of the bed, leaving him spread-eagle. Yibo just chuckled at his desperate movements, as Xiao Zhan pulled unsuccessfully at his restraints, sitting down on the mattress next to him.
“You are so pretty, do you know that?” he asked in a low voice that sent chills down Xiao Zhan’s spine. His fingers ghosted over Xiao Zhan’s cheek before trailing down, from his neck to his chest to his belly button. “I knew I had to get my hands on you, see how good you looked under your clothes. You were just too cute not to play with.”
Yibo moved closer, his face only an inch from Xiao Zhan’s as the older man’s breathing became laboured from fear. There was a manic glint in Yibo’s dark eyes. “But this is even more than I’d hoped, Zhan-ge,” he whispered, licking his lips. “Your pussy is so much prettier.”
And just like that, Xiao Zhan’s world crumbled down. His secret was exposed. And his life, as he knew it, was over.
Everyone knew what happened to the Special Ones in their society. For millennia, people like Xiao Zhan were killed at birth, considered to be unlucky or flawed. But laws had been passed in the last century to keep that from happening to people born with the same genetic differences as Xiao Zhan, with both male and female genitalia.
Unfortunately, there was still massive discrimination against such people, with no government protection against it. Usually, it was impossible to find jobs anywhere other than sex work or side shows. Special Ones made up only 5% of the population, but everyone knew the parts of town they could be found.
Xiao Zhan’s parents had done their best to protect him. They swore the doctors to secrecy, bribed the man filling out the birth certificate to put down M instead of S. They made sure Xiao Zhan was excused from anything that would give away his secret, explaining to him all the dangers that awaited him if his secret was discovered.
Xiao Zhan hadn’t believed them at first. His parents, despite all their warnings, had kept the world’s cruelty hidden from him, and he grew up laughing with his friends about how overprotective his parents were. Yes, the world was a scary place, but his status didn’t matter. He didn’t know any Special Ones, but they existed, so what was the big deal? He just had some extra parts. Surely, that wasn’t enough to make his life drastically different from his friends.
But then, when he was 14, a Special One transferred to the school. Her name was Angelina, but everyone knew how she was registered. He walked into the boys’ locker room one day to find four boys holding her down, having their way with her as she cried helplessly. He froze, told them to let her go or he would tell the teacher. They just laughed and said the teacher already knew. He didn’t believe them, running out to tell the gym teacher in the next room.
The teacher comforted Xiao Zhan, patting him on the shoulder and saying he’d take care of it. Xiao Zhan waited breathlessly for the shouting. Maybe there would be sirens. Would the police be called right away or would they be contacted later, after the parents were called? Would Xiao Zhan need to testify?
He waited at least 10 more minutes, but nobody came out from the room. There was a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach, but Xiao Zhan summoned his courage and walked up to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it quietly.
The gym teacher had joined in with the rest of them. The only consolation Xiao Zhan had was that she appeared to have passed out beneath them. It hadn’t stopped any of them from continuing what they were doing, though.
He slammed the door shut and ran away.
Angelina hadn’t shown up to school the next day. Xiao Zhan never saw her again. He heard that she had transferred to a private school only for Special Ones.
Xiao Zhan did not see any more of his kind again until college. There was a small group that was loud and proud. They would pass around petitions and they protested for change. Some people would join them, march in their rallies.
At first, it made Xiao Zhan hopeful, and he considered joining and coming out as openly Special. But then he would hear those same 'allies' get drunk and make derogatory statements about the Special Ones they knew, and how they only joined in to fuck them, just wanting to mark another conquest off their bucket list.
Xiao Zhan saw how the Special Ones were unable to to fight back, how they were pushed down and had their clothes ripped off at drunken frat parties. He heard them shout for help from a dark alleyway, but nobody came to their rescue, not even him. He watched as they were raped, and like the weakling he was, he walked away with tears in his eyes, unable to lift a finger without causing suspicion.
Who would help him, Xiao Zhan thought helplessly, if his secret was exposed?
The answer was simple: nobody would. Nobody would save him. This world wasn’t for people like him.
After that, Xiao Zhan knew that no one was on his side. He knew he couldn’t trust anybody. The closest Xiao Zhan ever came to telling anyone was a boyfriend in college, but when it came down to it, he was too afraid to take the final step of telling him. Xiao Zhan ended up breaking up with the other man, saying that they had grown apart, and that he was no longer interested.
Xiao Zhan had resigned himself to a lonely existence for the rest of his life, but he had made his peace with it. He enjoyed his easy friendships with his coworkers and his close relationship with his parents to make up for his lack of a sex life or romantic interests. Better he keep that part of himself hidden away than lose everything.
But then came Wang Yibo.
Xiao Zhan gasped after Yibo exposed his secret, and Yibo continued to smile cheerfully as his fingers moved down to Xiao Zhan’s lower half. Xiao Zhan tried unsuccessfully to squirm away from his touch.
“Please don’t,” Xiao Zhan cried out tearfully, and Yibo just shushed him, dropping sweet kisses along his cheeks as his long fingers stroked along Xiao Zhan’s stiffening cock, then dipped down to the folds underneath.
“Already so wet,” Yibo said softly into Xiao Zhan’s ear.
Xiao Zhan felt betrayed by his body and hated the feeling. He hated how slick was trickling down his pussy, and how cum was beading at the tip of his cock. He cried and clenched his eyes shut, desperately asking his body to stop responding to Yibo’s touches. He didn’t want it; he didn’t want Yibo to touch him in a way that made his body burn with need.
“Please stop,” Xiao Zhan pleaded softly.
Yibo didn’t press inside, just trailed a finger along Xiao Zhan’s slit. Yibo brought the glistening finger to his mouth, licking it in front of Xiao Zhan as the older man shuddered. “And you taste so sweet.”
No one had ever touched Xiao Zhan there, and the light caress caused something to simmer in his gut as he trembled.
“Please,” Xiao Zhan begged. “Let me go.”
Yibo stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser, picking up his phone and returning.
“I know I’m not as artistic as you, Zhan-ge,” he said with a self-deprecating smile. “But I think I took some pretty good pictures anyway, what do you think?”
Yibo held the screen in front of Xiao Zhan’s face and began to scroll through his gallery. By the end, Xiao Zhan’s face was bloodless, his throat dry. Yibo had all of the evidence to have Xiao Zhan’s existence as a male in this society revoked, his status changed to S.
The place he worked would fire him. No Special Ones were employed at his company, or any other that he knew of. He knew there must be other hidden ones just like him, but they only existed by staying completely unexposed. Yibo now had all the information necessary to ruin his entire life.
“Yibo, please, you’ll destroy me,” Xiao Zhan pleaded. His vision started to blur as tears began to trickle down his face in a steady stream, and he swallowed, trying not to start sobbing as he began to beg.
“Shhhh,” Yibo hushed him, cradling Xiao Zhan’s body against him and stroking his hair. The younger man was still completely clothed, and his touch was gentle.
“Your secret is safe with me, Zhan-ge,” Yibo assured him. He looked directly into Xiao Zhan’s eyes, his dark eyes intent. “I would never want to hurt you.”
There was a pause as Xiao Zhan began to weep silently. He didn’t understand what was happening, but the idea that everything wasn’t lost allowed him to breathe again. He tugged at his restraints to no avail.
“Then why?” Xiao Zhan asked the other man, feeling defenseless. He didn’t understand how the Yibo he knew could be doing this. He had been interested in Yibo, of course. The man was attractive and funny, and their chemistry was powerful and immediate.
Xiao Zhan would have loved to say yes to that date. But he couldn’t allow anyone to know his secret. He was too scared to lose everything he had built up, so he said no to the young man he was attracted to, and spent the occasional evening imagining — if he were braver, if he cared less about being a Special — being able to say yes. He’d dream about Yibo’s long, slender fingers on his skin, his soft, lush lips kissing his own. The older man would shake his way through an incredible orgasm, making a strangled noise as he got off to his fantasies with the handsome IT specialist.
And now Wang Yibo held Xiao Zhan’s future in his veiny hands.
“Why?” he whispered once more. Everyone in this world used people like him. Why did Yibo have to be the same?
“Because I need you to understand, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said quietly. He kept petting Xiao Zhan’s hair, and it felt so oddly intimate as Yibo held him, that for a moment Xiao Zhan wasn’t sure if this was real life or a dream.
“I need you to understand that you’re all mine now,” he murmured into Xiao Zhan’s ear, before reaching up to unfasten the first wrist. “I’m letting you go, Zhan-ge, but those pictures will be delivered to everyone in the company if you don’t do exactly what I say.”
He continued to unfasten the restraints, but Xiao Zhan was too stunned to move, even after his last tie was released. Yibo stayed down there, standing at the foot of the bed and gently rubbing at Xiao Zhan’s delicate ankle. There was silence in the room broken only by Xiao Zhan’s quiet, continued sobs.
Everyone was the same. No one would save him.
Yibo hushed him. “Don’t cry, Zhan-ge,” he told him softly, “Everything will be fine.” He smiled, eyes glistening darkly, “You only have to listen and do as I say. Tell me you understand, Zhan-ge,” Yibo asked, his voice soft but with a steely demand running through it.
Xiao Zhan’s mind was racing as he pulled himself to a seated position on the bed, no longer tied down, wiping the tears streaming down his face as best he could in an effort to get a hold of himself.
He couldn’t tell the police—it was illegal for him to not be registered under the correct status. He couldn’t tell anyone at work—he would be fired immediately and turned into the authorities. There was even a reward for those who discovered unregistered Special Ones like him, so there was no help to be found from the outside that he could think of. Maybe…
“But, don’t you like me, Yibo?” Xiao Zhan asked, trying to catch his breath from his crying. He swallowed, blinking sweetly with guileless eyes, trying to look friendly and less terrified. “I thought we had connected. I thought you cared about me. You… you seemed interested in me.”
Yibo nodded eagerly, smiling as he walked back over to sit next to Xiao Zhan on the mattress. “I do like you, Zhan-ge,” he assured Xiao Zhan, looking utterly sincere. “This will make sure that you’ll always be mine. You kept running away from me, you kept pushing me away,” Yibo gritted out, face darkening for a split second before his lips curled up in a cheerful grin. “Now I can have you, and now you can’t deny me any more.”
And with that, the last spark of hope that Xiao Zhan had was extinguished.
Xiao Zhan could barely hear what Yibo was saying over the rising ringing in his ears. He kept babbling happily as Xiao Zhan’s vision swam, more tears welling at the corner of his eyes.
Why me? he asked whatever unkind gods were listening. What had people like Xiao Zhan ever done wrong for society to treat them like this? Why couldn’t he have been born normal ?
Why? Why? Why?
Yibo hushed him again, thumbing away the tears that Xiao Zhan hadn’t realized he was spilling. Xiao Zhan was tired, so incredibly exhausted, and he let Yibo do whatever the younger man wanted to do.
Yibo talked his ears off as he dressed Xiao Zhan as if he were a living doll, as if it were the most normal thing to do. Xiao Zhan wanted to cry again, or laugh at the absurdity of it all. He wanted to shout in Yibo’s face, asking why he got to be so happy while Xiao Zhan was so miserable. But he didn’t. Instead he bit his quivering lips and stood there silently.
“Come on, Zhan-ge, smile for me,” Yibo coaxed as he pulled a black sweater over the elder’s head. He grinned with smug satisfaction as he scanned the trembling older man up and down. “I knew it. You look great in my clothes. Let’s go, I’ll drive you back home.”
Yibo helped him stand up. Xiao Zhan wanted to refuse him and push him away, but he could barely feel his own legs anymore, his entire body numb with shock. Yibo continued to cheerfully hum a song under his breath as he led Xiao Zhan through his house and out the front door.
Yibo guided him to the passenger seat, his touch light and gentle. Xiao Zhan couldn’t help but bark a bitter laugh as more tears spilled from his eyes. Yibo treated him so carefully after having no problem breaking Xiao Zhan into a million pieces.
Special Ones. What a joke.
“Why are you laughing, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asked curiously as he slid into the driver’s seat.
Xiao Zhan looked out the window as the car started their journey. He couldn’t bear to look at his own reflection. “Yibo, you like me right?” he asked again, and Yibo hummed in response. “Then why can’t you let me go?”
Yibo sucked in a sharp breath and the older man flinched. Did he anger Yibo? Was Yibo going to send the pictures? Xiao Zhan clenched his fists, chanting please no in his head.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Yibo told him. The way he said it sounded like a vow, and for a moment, Xiao Zhan just sat there in stunned silence, watching the trees fly by as Yibo drove.
“Why?” Xiao Zhan asked, his voice breaking at the end as he bit his lip, trying to focus on what was outside and not think about how powerless he was.
“I just really like you, Zhan-ge,” Yibo answered sincerely, as if that was any kind of answer Xiao Zhan would believe at all.
Xiao Zhan smiled helplessly, the tears falling on his lap.
There was silence for the rest of the ride, with only the occasional sniffle heard. It felt like the longest trip of Xiao Zhan’s life.
“We’re here, Zhan-ge,” Yibo announced, and the older man looked up.
Xiao Zhan chuckled bitterly as he looked up. Yes, this was where he lived. And he had never shared his address with Yibo. Xiao Zhan was too scared to ask how Yibo knew it.
If there was one thing he was good at, it was running away, and he wanted to run away from Yibo as far as he could. Xiao Zhan hurriedly opened the door, wanting to escape as soon as he could but Yibo’s voice next words made him stiffen in fear.
“I'll see you on Monday, ge,” Yibo said cheerfully. There was a friendly smile on his face which turned malicious in an instant, his eyes dark and full of intent. He leaned in closer to breathe in Xiao Zhan’s ear. “Don’t forget, my Zhan-ge.”
Xiao Zhan nodded helplessly. Of course, how could he ever forget that Yibo had his whole life on his phone? He would be ruined if Yibo were to leak those pictures, so he smiled stiffly and said, “I’ll see you, Yibo.”
Xiao Zhan didn’t look back as he walked down the path that led to his apartment. Tired, he pressed on the button to call the lift and stepped inside. Dragging his feet to his apartment door, he walked in, closing and locking it behind him. He ripped Yibo’s clothes off his body, tearing at them frantically and giving voice to his internal cries from earlier. “Why? Why? Why?!”
In the corner of his eye he saw a mirror. Xiao Zhan stared numbly at his own reflection. He hurled the closest thing he could reach at it, a paperweight he had received from his company for his 5 years of loyal service.
Just like him, it shattered, completely broken.
“Zhanzhan, you spilled your tea,” Xuan Lu says with a frown. “Here, take a napkin.”
Xiao Zhan starts, realizing he has been standing lost in his thoughts. “Sorry, thank you, yes. I was just thinking.” He wipes the liquid off his hands, puts the cup on his desk.
“Oh, it’s time for you to go anyway,” Xuan Lu says cheerfully.
“What?” Xiao Zhan asks, still in a daze.
“Your meetings with Wang Yibo?” Xuan Lu reminds Xiao Zhan. “They’re at 3 every day, right? What do you two do, anyway?”
“Um,” Xiao Zhan says, drawing a blank. All of the memories crashing down on him left him unable to remember his usual excuses.
“We discuss the technical needs of the current projects in the company pipeline. Just figuring out how I can make sure things keep running smoothly for Zhan-ge. We don't want to have anything go wrong,” comes a deep voice from behind both of them. Xiao Zhan jumps just as Xuan Lu smiles sunnily at the younger man quietly standing behind him.
“That’s right,” Xuan Lu says cheerfully. “I remember now. Well, you two have fun.”
“We will, won’t we, Zhan-ge?” Yibo asks innocently. Xiao Zhan’s face flushes, but he nods in agreement.
Xuan Lu cheerfully walks off as Yibo draws closer to Xiao Zhan, Xiao Zhan’s stomach dropping with every step. He follows Yibo down to the basement.
As the company’s IT specialist, Yibo was given the option of where he wanted his office to be when he started, and he asked for it to be near the server room, kept in the cool section of the basement. They set him up with his own office, and it was an isolated, secure area at the end of a long hallway. Xiao Zhan felt sorry for Yibo back when he first saw the spot, telling the younger man that he should move up to be near the rest of them, and become more of a part of the team.
Now, as Xiao Zhan begins to undress while Yibo sets up his camera, as all their 'meetings' begin, he knows why Yibo had wanted so much privacy. This last month, every day at work, Yibo has required Xiao Zhan to meet with him for exactly one hour. The excuse he gave was what he told Xuan Lu, and it was bullshit. There was never any talk about technical needs. Those were smoothed out along with development of each project at the initial stages and tested at the end. Instead, Yibo uses this time to play.
The first day, Xiao Zhan stood in front of Yibo, trembling.
“Strip, Zhan-ge,” Yibo told him calmly.
“Why?” Xiao Zhan asked, confused.
Yibo’s lips pressed together firmly, and he just stared at Xiao Zhan, who hung his head and began to remove his clothes. All he could do was obey.
It was cool in the room, and he began to shiver, crossing his arms in front of him.
“No, Zhan-ge,” Yibo said patiently. “Drop your arms.”
“But I’m cold,” Xiao Zhan frowned, then bit his lip nervously as he watched the corner of Yibo’s mouth tick up.
“Then we’d better warm you up,” Yibo replied easily. He reached over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling something out. Xiao Zhan’s eyes widened as he saw what it was. It was a small shiny bullet vibrator, and Xiao Zhan began shaking his head.
“N—” he began to protest, then stopped at the dark look in Yibo’s eyes, swallowing instead.
He reached out a hand for the toy and Yibo shook his head, gesturing behind Xiao Zhan. There was a blanket spread out on the ground. “Lay down, Zhan-ge.”
Xiao Zhan walked over with hesitant steps, laying down on the blanket and closing his eyes. There was a light slap on his cheek, and his eyes snapped open, a shudder racing through him at the sensation that he did not want to examine too closely.
“Eyes on me,” Yibo demanded from where he was kneeling next to Xiao Zhan. His dark eyes glittered as they scanned up and down Xiao Zhan’s body. Xiao Zhan stared at him with shining wet eyes and Yibo smiled, pleased with both Xiao Zhan’s obvious fear and his obedience. He began to kiss along Xiao Zhan’s cheeks again, working his way down Xiao Zhan’s neck, letting his fingers run along his skin to his nether regions.
The cool silicone of the toy began to nudge at Xiao Zhan’s lower lips and Xiao Zhan flinched away from Yibo’s touch. The younger man’s eyes shot sparks.
“You can’t tell me no, Zhan-ge,” he said impatiently, nibbling against his neck and then biting down slowly with his teeth. It was hard enough to cause a bruise and pulled out a whimper from Xiao Zhan. “Remember? Stop wasting our time. We only have an hour together, after all.”
Xiao Zhan pressed his lips together and nodded, bracing himself but still jumping as the toy again pressed against him. With the push of a button, it began vibrating against his clit, and Yibo watched as Xiao Zhan began to tremble. His muscles clenched against the stimulus and caused his body to spasm. He clenched his fists above his head as he writhed under Yibo's ministrations.
Yibo experimented with what drew the loudest cries from him as Yibo played. Xiao Zhan felt how wet he was, heard the slick noises as Yibo nudged inside, rolling the vibrator against his clit as he whimpered. He toyed with the pulse settings, eyes intently drinking in Xiao Zhan’s moans until Xiao Zhan finally came with a shout, trembling with aftershocks from the orgasm as he lay dazed on the blanket. Yibo nuzzled on his neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along his collar bone. Xiao Zhan felt so good and so dirty at the same time.
“You’re beautiful, baobao,” Yibo whispered into his ear, and Xiao Zhan turned his blushing face away, ashamed at the conflicted feelings he had from Yibo's sweet words and touch. His mouth went dry as he saw a red light shining from the camera aimed down at them and he froze.
“Yibo, you can’t—” he exclaimed, turning to Yibo with wild eyes, but Yibo’s lips just curved up into a smug smile.
“I can do anything I want, Zhan-ge, remember?” Yibo reminded Xiao Zhan. “And we’re not done yet.”
Xiao Zhan began to cry helplessly and Yibo hushed him again, cupping his face in his large hands and thumbing away the tears from his face. He kissed Xiao Zhan chastely on the cheek. “It’s okay, ge,” he hummed. “This is for my eyes only. You are for my eyes only.”
The rest of the hour was a blur of Xiao Zhan moaning and crying as Yibo played with him, filming everything. It was more pleasure than he had ever felt before, and a part of him liked it almost as much as he hated it, and that made Xiao Zhan hate Yibo even more. At 4 PM, he let him go, and Xiao Zhan walked on trembling legs back to his desk, dropping his burning face in his hands.
The rest of the month passed by similarly, though Yibo remained creative. It was always filmed. Often, it was sex toys. Yibo would play with all of Xiao Zhan’s lower parts, from anal beads to vibrators to cock sleeves. He would film Xiao Zhan getting off again and again until the man was sobbing, begging for him to stop, and on the hour every time, Yibo would, telling him he was beautiful, kissing him softly on the cheek and letting him go.
There was this part of Xiao Zhan that felt sated after their sessions in a way he had never felt before, and he didn’t understand what was wrong with him. Why did Xiao Zhan look forward to 3 PM? Why was there a sinking feeling in his gut when it drew close to 4?
Yibo was filming everything. At this point, he didn’t need any more blackmail, so why? Was he going to try selling the films on the black market? Was he making Special Ones amateur home videos? Yibo said they were only for him, but he also told Xiao Zhan how beautiful he was, so how could Xiao Zhan believe anything he said?
Xiao Zhan hated feeling so powerless in Yibo’s grasp. But he also found himself craving Yibo’s touch. He began to need it. There was a sense of relief when Yibo started caressing him that made him realize how alone he had been for so long, how much he needed another human’s touch beyond just friendship.
Xiao Zhan despised Yibo for his cruelty in playing with him like all the rest of the world did with Special Ones. And he despised himself, both for his own weakness in letting Yibo do it and for his traitorous emotions that wished it could have been something more.
At first, Xiao Zhan thought nothing could be worse than the toys, but one day, Yibo told him not to walk over to the blanket. The camera wasn’t set up either.
“I have work today, ge,” Yibo said apologetically.
“Oh!” Xiao Zhan exclaimed, starting to relax. “I’ll just—”
Yibo cut him off, shaking his head and walking over to his desk, sitting down in his office chair and patting his lap.
“Here, Zhan-ge,” he told Xiao Zhan with a sweet smile. Xiao Zhan took a step forward.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Yibo asked, raising an eyebrow.
Xiao Zhan just looked at him with confusion, then flushed, realizing as his cheeks turned red. He took off his clothes and again began to shiver in the basement office.
Yibo patted his lap again. “Let me warm you, baobao.”
Xiao Zhan lowered himself carefully into Yibo’s lap and the other man’s hands slid around his waist to the keyboard, his chin tucked over Xiao Zhan’s shoulder as best he could, considering the height difference. The warmth of Yibo’s arms on his bare skin was all he could feel, and Yibo’s breath on his neck made him shiver just as much as the cold. His arms moved on Xiao Zhan’s skin as he typed, the muscles flexing where they pressed around Xiao Zhan’s sides, and Xiao Zhan could feel his cock hard underneath him.
He shifted uncomfortably and heard a click of Yibo’s tongue. “Don’t move, Zhan-ge, sit still.” He rolled his hips underneath Xiao Zhan and his hard length pressed up between Xiao Zhan’s cheeks, rubbing between them.
“I can’t see the monitor,” Yibo said, pushing on Xiao Zhan’s shoulders.
“Should I get up?” Xiao Zhan asked, confused, and Yibo shook his head, “No, just move down a little,” he said nonchalantly, adjusting Xiao Zhan like a doll. It was an odd but not uncomfortable position, and the thought that he was just an item for Yibo to use and manhandle as he liked was both terrible and thrilling at the same time.
Xiao Zhan felt a warmth in his core at Yibo’s erection grinding against him, and the rest of the hour he was at a slow simmer, Yibo’s arms brushing against him throughout, his breath against his neck. When Xiao Zhan moved, Yibo would do another roll against him, igniting Xiao Zhan just a little more. Towards the end of the hour, Xiao Zhan was squirming more often than not and with a few strokes of the keyboard, the program on the monitor was closed and Yibo’s hands were tight around Xiao Zhan’s waist.
“You’re rubbing against me, Zhan-ge,” Yibo murmured into his ear. “You just can’t help yourself, you want my cock, don’t you?”
“No,” Xiao Zhan denied, shaking his head, and Yibo chuckled, nuzzling along his neck.
“Soon, baobao,” he promised, kissing him behind the ear and then patting his ass. “It’s 4, you can go, Zhan-ge.”
Times like those during the month were the worst. The times when Xiao Zhan found himself giving in to the feelings that Yibo aroused in him, when he found himself needy and desperate. When he wanted to ask for more, for a quenching to the gnawing need forming inside of him because of Yibo’s touch.
Yibo’s tender kisses covered him sweetly but never touched his lips. He wanted to ask why, but he didn’t want to give Yibo the satisfaction of his curiosity.
Now, Xiao Xiao Zhan sees the blanket is set up, same as usual, and Yibo has finished positioning the camera, gesturing for Xiao Zhan to lay down in front of him. But this time, Xiao Zhan bites his lip, wanting something to change.
“Can we,” he asks hesitantly. “Can we talk?”
Yibo cocks his head, examining him as if he is trying to read something in Xiao Zhan’s eyes and then smiling at what he sees there. He pats the blanket in front of him. “Sit here, against me, Zhan-ge,” he tells him. “Let me keep you warm.”
Xiao Zhan steels himself and does as Yibo instructs, leaning back into Yibo’s embrace. His broad chest supports his body easily, and it’s hard not to relax against him, but Xiao Zhan tries, staying stiff.
“What do you want to talk about?” Yibo asks. He clicks his tongue, rubbing at Xiao Zhan’s shoulders. “Relax, baobao.”
Despite everything, Xiao Zhan finds himself laying against Yibo, relaxing his body and sighing as Yibo continues to massage him, the muscles in his arms flexing as his long fingers dig into Xiao Zhan’s tense shoulders.
“Why are you doing this to me, Yibo?” he asks helplessly, small hands clenched tightly. “I feel like I’m going crazy. Every day for an hour you play with me. You hold my life in your hands and I need to know what you want.”
Yibo hums into his ear, kissing along it and drops his hands from where they were rubbing Xiao Zhan’s shoulders to cross over his chest, pulling him even more securely against his front. His legs are on either side of Xiao Zhan, and Xiao Zhan feels completely wrapped up in Yibo. The younger man's body warmth seeps slowly through his skin, a heat begins in his stomach as something ignites.
“Baobao,” he rumbles, the growl in Xiao Zhan’s ear making him shiver. “I told you, I like you. I want you. I want you to be mine. And you’re going to like me too, Zhan-ge.”
Yibo nuzzles along Xiao Zhan’s neck, his nose rubbing against Xiao Zhan’s soft skin, followed by his lips darting a quick kiss. He alternates, kissing a trail up to Xiao Zhan cheek, then down to the side of his chin with a final smack of his lips.
“My turn,” he says triumphantly, as if he has won a game. Xiao Zhan can’t see it, but he can feel Yibo’s smug grin lingering in the air like the Cheshire cat.
“Fine, what?” Xiao Zhan asks warily. Yibo is quiet for a few moments, thinking to himself, then leans forward again to breathe against Xiao Zhan’s ear.
“Who knows about you?” Yibo asks him in an intense voice. “Who else discovered your secret?”
Xiao Zhan isn’t sure why he suddenly changed from gloating to demanding. It isn’t anything surprising so he doesn't worry about hiding anything and tells him, “My parents. A few doctors over the years, that’s it.”
Yibo stiffens against him, his grip tightening, and Xiao Zhan is confused.
“That’s it? No one else?” Yibo asks, his voice sounding strange. Xiao Zhan doesn’t see why this seems like a strange revelation.
“No?” Xiao Zhan replies, uncertain as to the odd reception, then gasping as Yibo holds him crushingly tight against him.
“You’re so perfect, baobao,” Yibo tells him breathlessly, running a hand down to stroke along his torso, fingers grazing along Xiao Zhan’s groin as they trail around his cock in lazy movements. “All mine, forever and ever.”
Xiao Zhan’s breath hitches as he realizes what he revealed by saying only his parents and doctors knew about his condition, and his eyes squeeze shut, embarrassment making his ears turn red.
He turns his head in an effort to hide, which does not make much sense since he is already facing away from Yibo and turning, in fact, reveals his face more. Yibo coos at him, delighting in how cute he looks, and Xiao Zhan feels frustrated by the whole thing.
“Just leave me alone,” he grumps, trying to turn his face away again. Yibo grabs his chin, leaning forward while tilting Xiao Zhan’s neck awkwardly to look him in the eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Zhan-ge,” Yibo tells him and moves forward for a kiss. For a wild moment, Xiao Zhan thinks he’s finally going to kiss his lips, his eyes flutter shut but he moves past them to kiss underneath, right on his mole, before pulling away.
Xiao Zhan opens his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh and then catches his breath just as Yibo lets out a delighted laugh at his reaction. “I told you, ge,” he says with a smirk. “Told you you’d like me too.”
Xiao Zhan presses his lips together, looking away hastily. He is afraid of the weakness he is revealing, and Yibo chuckles. Xiao Zhan feels him moving behind him and wonders what he’s doing, but refuses to look, his arms folded over his chest.
Yibo is back, his breath hot against Xiao Zhan’s ear. “I need you to lean forward, get onto your knees.”
Xiao Zhan freezes. What does Yibo want this time?
He begins to move forward as Yibo pushes insistently against him, Xiao Zhan assuming the position requested. Yibo strokes a cool hand along his spine, sighing reverently as he drops a kiss along Xiao Zhan’s lower back. “So beautiful,” Yibo says in an awed voice, and then a wet finger plunges straight into Xiao Zhan’s hole, making him cry out at the painful stretch.
“Yibo,” Xiao Zhan groans, trying to loosen his muscles and Yibo hums happily, moving in and out, pressing kisses along Xiao Zhan’s lower back as he opens him slowly after the initial shock. Yibo cares and is gentle, but he has a sadistic side too, smirking in satisfaction at Xiao Zhan’s cries. He seems to love the wide-eyed, accusatory glare from Xiao Zhan’s tearful doe eyes telling him how hard and cruel he’s being as he makes Xiao Zhan scream.
As Yibo stretches him out, Xiao Zhan wonders what it will be today. At least there was a brief reprieve. Maybe Xiao Zhan should try to speak with him more often at the beginning. Yibo pulls out his fingers and stops a moment, leaving Xiao Zhan feeling cold and exposed. He looks behind him to see Yibo just staring at his ass, his eyes dreamy.
“Yibo!” Xiao Zhan snaps, his cheeks red.
“Sorry, Zhan-ge,” Yibo smirks unapologetically before reaching to the other side, out of Xiao Zhan’s sight.
Something cool presses against his rim, then slips inside. It begins as usual but then keeps going, large and thick, filling him up as it slides in before catching the rim. Xiao Zhan’s muscles clench and the toy moves, settling into place within him, pressing against his prostate and making him utter a helpless whine, rutting his hips.
Yibo makes a pleased noise, stroking along Xiao Zhan’s flank and then slapping his ass. The sound echoes through the room and Xiao Zhan’s cheeks heat up in shame.
“It’s 4, Zhan-ge,” he says. Xiao Zhan nods, waiting for Yibo to pull the toy out.
“Get dressed,” Yibo tells him calmly. His lips betray a small smile that grows as Xiao Zhan looks behind him, staring in horror at Yibo. There is no way he can walk with this large plug inside him, let alone go back to sit at his desk for the next few hours. Xiao Zhan’s bottom lip quivers, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes in frustration.
“Don’t worry,” Yibo says soothingly, standing up and then reaching down a hand towards Xiao Zhan to help him up. “I’ll take it out later. I’ll be at your desk at 6. Wait for me.”
Xiao Zhan is slowly able to make his way out of the office, biting his lip to stifle a squeak as Yibo kisses his cheek and then spanks him as he walks out the door, his hand smacking heavily against the base of the toy through his pants.
By the time 6 PM rolls around, Xiao Zhan is almost frantic with need. The plug inside him has been a constant presence that is too large for him to grow accustomed to, rubbing around every time he shifts in his chair. It is driving him insane with want and Xiao Zhan is disgusted with himself.
“Are you itchy, Zhanzhan?” Xuan Lu asks concernedly, watching him cringe as he makes a minor movement in his seat.
“No, Lulu,” Xiao Zhan grits out, feeling the tip brush past his prostate as he squirms in his seat. “I’m just sore. Worked out too much I think.”
“Oh!” Xuan Lu says, looking surprised. “Well, take it easy tonight!”
“I’ll try,” Xiao Zhan replies with a sigh. She leaves the office and Xiao Zhan checks the time. Just as it turns 6, Yibo is standing in the doorway with a half smile, staring at Xiao Zhan with a too-knowing glance.
“How are you feeling, Zhan-ge?” he purrs, his smile turning wide and sinful. Xiao Zhan glares at him, his cheeks turning red with a mixture of arousal and fury.
“I’m going crazy, just take it out so I can leave,” Xiao Zhan demands, his voice urgent.
Yibo shakes his head, stepping into Xiao Zhan’s personal space and running a finger along his neck, goosebumps following in the wake of his touch. “Later, baobao, after dinner,” he tells Xiao Zhan.
“Dinner?” Xiao Zhan asks, looking at Yibo in dawning horror.
“Mmmhmm,” Yibo nods, his eyes heated as he drops his hand to engulf Xiao Zhan’s with his own, squeezing and then lifting it to press a kiss on his fingers. “Dinner."
Yibo makes him leave his car at work in the company parking lot, saying he’ll drop him off for it later. Xiao Zhan hopes it won’t be long from now. How long is Yibo keeping him for dinner?
Even with no real say in the matter, he shakes his head furiously when Yibo tugs him to a green motorcycle, pulling out two red helmets and handing him one with a gremlin grin.
Yibo raises an eyebrow, his smile dropping. “C’mon, Zhan-ge, you know you can’t say no,” he says impatiently. He looks annoyed at having to remind Xiao Zhan yet again, as if Xiao Zhan should have just accepted his fate by now. Maybe he should have, Xiao Zhan doesn’t know. But he hasn’t yet.
Xiao Zhan reluctantly grabs the helmet from Yibo. Whatever stubbornness he has left is still there to fight, and Yibo’s lip curls as if in recognition of that fact as Xiao Zhan glares defiantly at him, fumbling with the helmet straps.
“Let me, ge,” Yibo insists, reaching over and quickly fastening and pulling the straps tight, securing the helmet and smiling brightly at him, his eyes dancing with happiness. “Is this your first ride?” he asks, looking delighted at Xiao Zhan’s small nod of affirmation. “I’ll be careful, don’t worry,” Yibo tells Xiao Zhan eagerly.
Xiao Zhan rolls his eyes, sulking, but he listens to Yibo’s quick instructions and nods his understanding before getting behind him on the bike, wrapping his arms tightly around Yibo’s waist.
It’s not often Xiao Zhan holds Yibo or touches him, the younger man seems to prefer playing with Xiao Zhan and not the other way around. Touching Yibo’s hard body with his own hands feels strangely intimate and Xiao Zhan’s cheeks flush as he grips Yibo tightly, not wanting to fall.
Yibo starts his motorcycle and revs up, and Xiao Zhan has to stifle a groan. The vibration of the rumbling under his seat makes the toy inside of him vibrate too. The older man can’t help letting out a moan as his arms tighten around Yibo’s waist. Fuck, will he even make it? His eyes tear up, he’s already feeling so sensitive.
Yibo stops in front of a red light and pats his hand. Xiao Zhan squeezes his eyes shut from humiliation; he can feel himself dripping wet. “Please,” he whispers in the helmet, hoping that his plea can be heard. Xiao Zhan just wants this ordeal to be over with. He wants to go home and lie in his own bed and wishes he can wake up from the nightmare he has landed himself in.
The stoplight changes to green and Yibo speeds up, faster. Xiao Zhan has to bite his lips lest he screams. The vibrations are harder to ignore now. Too much, his mind screams. Too much, I’ll break.
Xiao Zhan is no longer aware of his surroundings, and everything passes by him in a blur. All he can feel is the vibrations in his core, ruining him and slowly making him go more crazy, pulling a whine out of him and pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Yibo speeds up again, and Xiao Zhan screams in his helmet, the sound muffled, as the rumbling and pressure makes him come undone, unable to hold off any longer from the toy pressing against his prostate. He is hot and uncomfortable, his pants feeling soaking wet from his sopping pussy as well as his cum.
The motorcycle finally stops after what feels like an excruciatingly long drive and Yibo climbs off, taking off his gloves and helmet, displaying a radiant, smug smile. Xiao Zhan slumps forward in his seat without Yibo to cling to, and his body twitches and trembles.
Yibo gingerly helps Xiao Zhan from his seat, wrapping a strong arm around the other’s trim waist. Yibo places a chaste kiss on his neck before he expertly undoes the clasp and carefully pulls the helmet off. Yibo smiles brightly, pushing away Xiao Zhan’s sweaty bangs to place another small kiss on Xiao Zhan’s forehead. “You did well, Zhan-ge,” he whispers, his hand straying down and lightly patting Xiao Zhan’s ass where the anal plug is lodged inside of him.
Xiao Zhan keens, feeling oh-so-sensitive and doubling over in the younger’s embrace. “No more,” he begs, tears spilling from his eyes.
Yibo hushes him gently and coos, “Not yet, Zhan-ge.”
“Please, Yibo, I can’t take it anymore.” Xiao Zhan can barely take a step without the large toy moving inside of him and overstimulating him even more. The older man struggles as Yibo tries to walk, shaking and begging, cheeks hot and wet with tears.
Yibo just chuckles, “What’s the matter, Zhan-ge? Do you need help?”
“Please, Yibo—” Xiao Zhan groans as he’s lifted and picked up in bridal style. His head slumps against Yibo’s neck, panting harshly. Yibo carries him effortlessly in his house, walking up the stairs and into his bedroom. Yibo carefully places him on the bed and stands back up. As he turns away from Xiao Zhan, the older man reaches out quickly, tugging at the younger’s sleeve. “The toy—” he whispers helplessly, “Take it out.”
Yibo lightly strokes Xiao Zhan’s cheeks, a thumb pressing on the mole under his bottom lip. “Not yet.”
Xiao Zhan lets out a frustrated scream, but Yibo just hushes and coaxes him as if he were a little kid. All the fight drains out of Xiao Zhan’s body as Yibo undresses him and wipes him off with a warm towel, cleaning off the sticky cum.
Xiao Zhan’s cheeks heat up even more in humiliation as Yibo pushes his chest, laying him on the bed and spreading his legs so he is baring himself completely.
“So pretty,” he hears Yibo murmur. Xiao Zhan clenches his eyes shut. He can feel the towel wiping his dripping pussy and attempts to close his legs, but Yibo, as if knowing what Xiao Zhan is thinking, wraps his hands around his upper thighs and spreads them open even wider.
Xiao Zhan shivers when he feels Yibo’s breath on his sensitive cunt. Xiao Zhan tries to stop, tries to push his head away, but Yibo is insistent, batting the older man’s hands away easily and canting his hips up, bringing Xiao Zhan’s pussy closer to his eager mouth.
Yibo licks and sucks harshly on Xiao Zhan’s clit while Xiao Zhan issues broken moans and protests of no more, I can’t take it anymore. He grins around Xiao Zhan’s pussy, pushing a finger inside the wet hole, and it constricts around his digit as he groans, burying his face deeper, flicking his tongue quicker. Xiao Zhan’s moans turn higher in pitch, signaling that the older man is about to come. Yibo doubles his efforts, pushing his long finger faster inside the squelching hole.
Xiao Zhan comes with a shout, his body locking in place in shuddering waves and his eyes teary and wide. He trembles as Yibo places a small kiss on his cunt before he comes back up, wiping Xiao Zhan’s juices off his face with a finger and sucking it into his mouth.
“Sweet,” Yibo grins, leaning in closer as Xiao Zhan stares at him breathlessly. “You taste so sweet, Zhan-ge.”
Yibo clicks his tongue in annoyance as he hears the bell ring. He clearly didn’t expect to be disturbed so soon. He sighs and pushes his disheveled hair back, a proud smile on his lips nevertheless as he announces, “Dinner’s here!”
He heads towards the doorway but rather than leaving, stops to pick up something and returns. “Ge,” Yibo hands him a box wrapped in a red bow, “Wear this. I bought this just for you.” He bends down to kiss Xiao Zhan’s forehead and leaves with an “I’ll be back soon.”
Xiao Zhan blinks at the ceiling, heartbeat thumping against his chest. He wonders if this is real or just a nightmare. When will it stop?
Xiao Zhan sighs, his bones protesting as he sits back up. His pussy throbs from Yibo’s focused attention, and his hole pulses around the base of the anal plug. He wants to pull it out and fling it in Yibo’s face. He wants to stomp his foot down and throw a tantrum.
Xiao Zhan wants to scream, he wants to shout at the world for being so unfair, he wants to shake some sense into Yibo and get the younger man to leave him alone. He’s sore, he’s breaking, and he’s sad, all alone and completely at the mercy of Yibo’s whims.
Whenever Xiao Zhan tries to resist, Yibo only has to smirk dangerously and wave his phone in front of his face, reminding him that he has all the control. Xiao Zhan hangs his head down and sobs helplessly into his hands.
What more does he need to sacrifice until Yibo is satisfied? What more does this greedy bastard want from him? What more can he give when there’s nothing left?
Xiao Zhan wipes away his tears, and remembers the words that his mother used to repeat in his ears over and over again. Be strong. Stand tall and proud even when the world is against you.
Xiao Zhan forces a weak smile, chanting to himself that everything will be alright. If he tricks himself enough, maybe he’ll believe it. He opens the box and gasps. Inside is a red silk robe. He carefully touches the fabric, it is soft and smooth.
He pulls the robe on and fastens the sash around his waist. It fits perfectly and clings to his body like a second skin, though it is short, barely covering his ass. Xiao Zhan barks out a hysterical laugh. Of course Yibo would know his clothing size.
What doesn’t Yibo know about him?
That is when Yibo enters the room, boxes of food in his hands. “I’m sorry, ge,” he apologises, “I can’t cook. I hope you don’t mind takeout.” Yibo carefully places all the dishes on the table next to the blackened window. He pulls the chair out courteously, “Come eat, baobao.”
Xiao Zhan shuffles to the edge of the bed and tries to stand up, but his legs are weak and he would have fallen if not for Yibo hurrying to catch him. “Be careful, Zhan-ge!”
Xiao Zhan rolls his eyes. Who’s the one who put him in this situation anyway? Yibo supports him to the table, the anal plug a heavy weight pressing inside of Xiao Zhan. He lets out a small moan as the tip brushes against his prostate. Yibo helps him sit down, shoving the chair underneath him, like a gentleman, when it’s obvious that he’s anything but.
The younger man takes a seat next to him, breaking a pair of chopsticks apart and then handing them to him.
Xiao Zhan takes them wordlessly before looking down at the offered food. What he sees makes his fingers clench around the utensils until his knuckles turn white. Of course Yibo would even know his favourite foods.
“Come on, eat, ge,” Yibo nudges him before picking up a piece of spicy chicken between his chopsticks and offering it to Xiao Zhan, looking expectant.
Xiao Zhan looks down, trying to avoid it but Yibo nudges him again, this time bringing the food to his lips. The older man reluctantly opens his mouth and bites down, beginning to chew. It is good, both juicy and tender, as well as spicy in just the way he likes it.
Happy that Xiao Zhan has taken the food he provided, Yibo begins to eat, occasionally dropping food on Xiao Zhan’s plate or feeding it to him directly. He smiles brightly every time Xiao Zhan eats from his chopsticks, and the expression on his face makes Xiao Zhan yearn to lean in, but he steels himself against it, pulling away as much as he can.
They eat in silence, but Xiao Zhan can feel Yibo’s heated stare directed at him the more the dishes start to disappear. Sometimes, Yibo will put his hand on Xiao Zhan’s thigh and stroke the flesh, and sometimes his fingers will stray too close to Xiao Zhan’s groin, lightly brushing it with the tips of his fingers through the flimsy fabric.
Xiao Zhan shivers, he is loath to think of what Yibo will do to him after they finish their food. He eats the dinner in silence, at first shying away from Yibo’s touch before a tight squeeze around his thigh warns him to stop pulling away.
Soon, too soon for Xiao Zhan’s liking, the food is gone.
“I’ll do the dishes, ge,” Yibo says cheerfully, gathering the empty takeout boxes and their plates. “You can lay on the bed, I’ll take the plug out. You were so good,” Yibo praises, dropping a kiss on the crown of Xiao Zhan’s head. “I’ll make sure to reward you, Zhan-ge.”
Xiao Zhan breathes a sigh of relief as Yibo leaves the room. He stands up and wobbles unsteadily to the bed where he unceremoniously sprawls himself all over it. He groans, glad the stupid toy will be taken out of his ass so he can go home and break down in peace.
Xiao Zhan doesn’t hear the door open as he is too consumed with his own thoughts, and he is startled to feel the mattress dip. “Yibo,” he pleads, trying to look over his shoulder, “The dildo— please. Take it out.”
Yibo hums, leans down to pepper soft, sweet kisses on Xiao Zhan’s long neck. “Soon.”
Xiao Zhan’s eyes tear up, feeling bullied and wronged. “Yibo, you promised!”
“Shh, baobao, I also promised to reward you.” Yibo pushes Xiao Zhan’s silk robe up, exposing the round globes of the older man’s ass. “You are so beautiful,” he says breathlessly.
Xiao Zhan cranes his neck, trying to see what Yibo is up to. He is shocked when he sees a naked chest and hungry eyes that are already devouring him whole. Yibo has never been undressed before, and a fear starts to build within Xiao Zhan’s stomach.
“Yibo, please,” he begs, “I can’t take it anymore.”
“Shhhh,” Yibo hushes him, squeezing his ass cheeks and sighing with contentment before releasing them.
Yibo slides in between the crevice of Xiao Zhan’s ass, the tip of his cock bumping against the base of the plug. He pushes Xiao Zhan’s plump ass cheeks together, creating a tighter hole for him to fuck. Yibo moulds the flesh underneath his hand, squeezing and groping as he thrusts his cock harder in between the fleshy mounds. Xiao Zhan moans prettily underneath him with each thrust rubbing against the toy, grinding it in farther.
“So soft,” he grunts, quickening his pace, “so perfect.” With a deep groan, Yibo throws his head back and comes, spurting ribbons of white all over Xiao Zhan’s back. Yibo pants harshly, trying to catch his breath. “Turn over, ge.”
Xiao Zhan bites his lips when he hears the order but obediently turns around. Yibo is naked and sitting behind him, and Xiao Zhan’s mouth goes dry at Yibo’s chest and chiseled abs. Yibo gives him a cocky half-grin, reaching forward to card his fingers through Xiao Zhan’s hair, dragging his face close.
“I’ve been waiting to kiss you, Zhan-ge,” his eyes dart down to look at the other man's lips as he wets his own. “Did you notice?” Yibo asks Xiao Zhan expectantly. “Like, really kiss you.”
His eyes are heated as they stare into Xiao Zhan’s, and Xiao Zhan nods dumbly. “Why?” the older man finally asks, giving in to his curiosity.
Yibo stares at him, then leans forward to murmur in his ear, “Because once I started kissing you, I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself back any more. But I think it’s time, Zhan-ge.”
Xiao Zhan only has a moment to wonder what that means when Yibo’s lips skim across his own, his tongue swiping over Xiao Zhan’s bottom lip before plunging inside. When Yibo kisses him, it starts gentle and sweet, as if he is licking into him trying to discover what Xiao Zhan’s flavor is.
Quickly, the kiss turns consuming and possessive, Yibo stealing his breath as his demanding hands run over Xiao Zhan’s body. By the time he releases Xiao Zhan, they are both panting, with swollen red lips.
“You taste so good, baobao,” Yibo says fervently. “Will you be good for me now?” He doesn’t wait for a response, his large hands beginning to twist at Xiao Zhan’s milk chocolate nipples. He chuckles as Xiao Zhan cries out, trying to push his hands away.
“You think I need your permission?” Yibo murmurs into his ear, trapping his wrists in one hand so he stops resisting and continues to play with the other.
Xiao Zhan hates how hard and wet he is under Yibo’s touch. He looks to the side, unshed tears blocking his vision as he feels the other man trail kisses down his chest. Yibo settles himself comfortably between the older man's spread legs, their cocks touching. Xiao Zhan can feel just how small he is in comparison to Yibo, and he isn't small. It’s too big! Xiao Zhan’s mind supplies.
Yibo undoes the sash of Xiao Zhan’s robe, exposing his front. Xiao Zhan’s nipples pebble up in the cool air, and he shivers helplessly as Yibo thumbs at one nipple while he laves the other with his tongue. Xiao Zhan squirms, trying to get away from his touch and Yibo bites his brown bud in warning, shooting him a warning look from under his eyelashes.
The nipple slips lazily out of his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the two. Yibo says in a husky voice, “Be good or you’ll be punished.”
His free hand trails down and Xiao Zhan tries in vain to close his legs. Yibo growls around his nipple, a hand coming down harshly to slap his cunt, and Xiao Zhan arches his back at the impact, tears spilling down his cheeks.
“Please, Yibo,” he whimpers, pushing futilely at the younger man’s hand as two of his long digits slip easily inside his folds, “I'm too sensitive.”
Yibo pulls away from Xiao Zhan’s tit with a wet pop, and he pushes his fingers in deeper, looking fascinated as Xiao Zhan’s pussy easily swallows them.
“Such a greedy thing,” he croons. “It’s made to be fucked.” Yibo retracts his fingers and pumps his cock, positioning the bulbous tip at the entrance.
“No, Yibo,” Xiao Zhan shakes his head, trying to push at Yibo’s broad chest. “A condom, at least—” he pleads, “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
Yibo swoops down and catches Xiao Zhan’s protest with his lips. "Shhh," he hushes Xiao Zhan. "It's fine, I'm just making you mine."
With that sentence that does absolutely nothing to assuage Xiao Zhan’s fears, his hips thrust forward and his cock slides in deep. It catches on something for one, two, three thrusts and Yibo pushes past, a sudden sharp pain that makes Xiao Zhan cry out, flinching underneath Yibo’s assault. Yibo groans against the older man's lips, feeling how Xiao Zhan’s tight cunt flutters helplessly around his dick.
Xiao Zhan’s lips open in a wail as Yibo pushes even more of his length inside of him. Xiao Zhan can feel Yibo rubbing inside, filling him up to the brim, Xiao Zhan’s juices flowing down Yibo’s massive length.
“Just a little more, ge,” Yibo whispers and pushes his tongue inside Xiao Zhan’s open mouth, swallowing his screams.
The tip of his cock bumps against another barrier and he rocks his hips, pushing harder and harder against Xiao Zhan’s cervix, determined to get inside. Yibo presses his cock in further, grunting, “Open up for me, baobao.”
Xiao Zhan shakes, his whole body trembling and protesting against the intrusion, the walls of his pussy squeezing even harder around Yibo’s cock. Too much. Too big. He’s going to break.
Yibo thrusts in harder, the tip slamming against it, eliciting a pained cry from Xiao Zhan with every movement. He does it again and again until the mouth of Xiao Zhan’s cervix reluctantly opens, allowing Yibo to push in even farther, letting him reach even deeper. Yibo bottoms out with a hiss, his groin pressed against Xiao Zhan’s.
Yibo’s cock stretches Xiao Zhan’s insides to the utmost limit, his head thrown back in pleasure. “You feel so good, baobao. I love you, Zhan-ge, I love you so much.”
Between the overwhelming sensation and his insane words, all the fight leaves Xiao Zhan, his body trembling as he surrenders to Yibo's conquest. Yibo stays like that, buried deep inside of him, carving a nice, warm and wet place for itself. He traces a finger over Xiao Zhan’s stomach, feeling the outline of his cock and Yibo watches in fascination as it disappears and reappears when he pulls out and enters.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers dazedly, pistoning his hips faster and faster, chasing after his sweet release. Yibo darts back down to take a nipple between his lips, one hand pushing on the stomach bulge while the other hand encloses around Xiao Zhan’s hard cock and starts to pump it. “Come for me, baobao,” Yibo demands, slamming his hips harder and harder inside the older man’s velvety walls.
Xiao Zhan is the first to come, spasming around Yibo’s hard length. His cunt has tightened so that Yibo’s cock is lodged deep inside of his womb, unable to move as Xiao Zhan squirts around him, his cock spilling all over his stomach and staining the silk robe.
Yibo grits his teeth as he comes right after him, spilling sticky heat inside of Xiao Zhan’s womb, breathing hard. He looks down to see how swollen the older’s stomach has gotten and smiles dopily. Appearing satisfied, he pulls out, watching how his cum mingles with Xiao Zhan’s fluids as they spill from his gaping, red pussy.
Yibo catches his trickling cum on his fingers and pushes it back inside Xiao Zhan’s loose cunt. “So pretty,” he says, his cock twitching and rising in excitement once again.
Xiao Zhan feels completely full and emptied out at the same time, his own spunk sticky on his stomach and his cunt full and dripping with Yibo’s hot seed. He tries to catch his breath as he sobs, feeling overwhelmed as he shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He’s never come from both at the same time and it is so much, too much, his mind nothing but white noise. Xiao Zhan’s body is trembling from pleasure with an edge of pain and he is so raw, feeling like an exposed nerve. He hears Yibo talking and ignores him, his panting heavy in his ears as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself. The noise finally dies down enough that he hears Yibo calling out his name.
“Zhan-ge, come back to me, baobao,” Yibo croons, his hands stroking along Xiao Zhan’s thighs. Xiao Zhan blinks the tears from his eyes until he can make out Yibo, a fond look on his face as he stares down at Xiao Zhan.
“That was amazing, baobao,” Yibo gushes, stretching down to kiss Xiao Zhan on the lips.
“Great,” Xiao Zhan manages to push out, feeling the sticky liquid starting to set on his body. “Can you take out the dildo now so I can go?”
Yibo’s lips curl into a mischievous smile. “You keep calling it a dildo, Zhan-ge, but it’s not.”
“It’s not?” Xiao Zhan asks, not really caring. “What is it then?”
“It’s a plug, Zhan-ge,” Yibo tells him, reaching over for a bottle of lube while beginning to stroke his cock. He stops, letting go of the bottle after looking down, and smiles. “I guess I have enough from you already, baobao,” he says with delight. “You were so wet for me, so perfect.”
“Wait, what?” Xiao Zhan asks, not understanding. “What’s the difference, what are you talking about?”
Yibo shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter, but a dildo is what I fucked you with before, remember? The toys that went in and out. A plug is for keeping you ready, or for how it feels moving against the bed when I fuck your cunt, like just now. Felt good, right?”
Xiao Zhan’s cheeks are flushed as Yibo looks at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. His finger drops down to gently push the base of the toy, moving it in small circles that feel excruciating to Xiao Zhan’s oversensitivity after the hours the plug has been inside of him.
“Yeah, I guess,” Xiao Zhan mutters, looking away as Yibo chuckles.
“You’re so cute, baobao,” Yibo says fondly, and Xiao Zhan rolls his eyes before freezing, something clicking in his head.
“Wait, what do you mean, keeping me ready?” Xiao Zhan asks with confusion, his eyes widening as he takes in the suddenly predatory expression on Yibo’s face as his lips move into a sinful smile.
“Ready for me, Zhan-ge,” he says sincerely, a dark obsession shining in his eyes. “I told you, I’m making you all mine tonight, in every way.”
The younger man pulls Xiao Zhan's limp body up and maneuvers it so that Xiao Zhan's back is pressed against his chest, Yibo’s cock nestled in between the elder’s glutes. Yibo spreads Xiao Zhan’s legs wider and finally, after hours and hours of torture, he pulls the plug out.
Xiao Zhan gives a breathy moan, his asshole flutters around nothing. Horrified, he realises that he feels empty. Xiao Zhan wants to protest as Yibo lifts him high enough so that the crown of his cock can be felt against his rim, teasing at the opening.
“No—ah!” His protest is cut off as Yibo slams his cock inside with a loud groan of his name. Xiao Zhan feels as if his ass is split in half by Yibo’s huge cock, and he moans helplessly as Yibo starts to slowly drag his length in and out.
“Even after all those hours, you're still so fucking tight,” Yibo hisses, forcing more of his dick inside the narrow passage. Yibo has lost any remaining restraint. He doesn't care as Xiao Zhan comes with a shout, or that he's trembling with oversensitivity. Yibo’s hips don’t stop rocking, fucking harder and harder into Xiao Zhan’s ass.
Yibo chases after his orgasm like a wild man, not stopping as Xiao Zhan cries from the overstimulation. He takes and takes, forcibly taking everything that Xiao Zhan’s body has to offer. A handful of thrusts later that feel like an eternity to Xiao Zhan, Yibo comes, pumping Xiao Zhan full of his spunk.
He holds Xiao Zhan close, both men sweaty and panting. Finally, Yibo pulls out, his cock limp and spent, his cum leaking out of Xiao Zhan in rivulets.
Xiao Zhan can feel himself fading, his eyes closing involuntarily as his body gives in to the exhaustion from all of the arousal and all of the abuse. Trying to keep his eyes open, he sees Yibo reach for a camera on the dresser and turn towards him with a smug smile.
“You’re more beautiful than ever, Zhan-ge,” Yibo says reverently, still looking annoyingly awake after wearing Xiao Zhan down to nothing. He begins taking pictures and Xiao Zhan covers his face, trying to turn away. He hears Yibo make a noise of protest, and his hands are pulled away from his face, Yibo whispering in his ear.
“Shhh, go to sleep, love, I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs, and Xiao Zhan wants to protest but is too tired to do anything more than let out a whine. He gives up, knowing that Yibo will do what he wants to do, same as always.
“I’ll clean you up, baobao,” Yibo says softly. “And I’ll drop you off at work, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
At that, Xiao Zhan huffs out a broken laugh, his eyes barely open. “There’s no work tomorrow, Yibo. You can just take me to my car…”
Yibo puts a cool finger over his lips, and Xiao Zhan stops talking. “On Monday, Zhan-ge. We have all weekend to be together."
It is all too much, the idea of being taken again and again so overwhelming that he finally gives in to the sleep pulling at him, and as he feels a cool cloth begin to wipe him off, Xiao Zhan drifts off to sleep.