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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Taehyung_|
      V/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Sexual_Abuse, Blood_and_Torture, Psychological_Torture,
      Humiliation, Premeditated_Violence, Jimin_and_Taehyung_are_sociopaths,
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Jungkook_the_vulnerable_orphan, Crime,
      Prisoner!Jungkook, Sounding, Nipple_Clamps, Dildos, Dehumanization,
      sadistic!jimin, sadistic!taehyung, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Anal
      Fingering, Urination, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Collars, Begging, Barebacking,
      Power_Bottom, Stockholm_Syndrome, Ball_Gag
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-20 Updated: 2018-03-26 Chapters: 5/? Words: 16042
****** I Like Watching You Cry, Babyboy ******
by AddisonZhang
Summary
     Jimin and Taehyung are lovers, friends, and partners in crime. Their
     long time fantasy to kidnap and torment a strong-spirited beauty may
     finally come true when the new freshman, Jeon Jungkook, arrives at
     their high school. His naive innocence and extreme vulnerability make
     him the perfect target.
Notes
     Hi everyone! This story contains illegal, premeditated criminal
     actions plotted against an underage victim (the perpetrators are
     underage too.) I do not support actions such as these in real
     life!!!! However, this is just a story so please, let's not have any
     shaming or negative comments. Simply read the tags and stay safe <3
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“I found the one.”
Jimin smirks at the tone of Taehyung’s voice, appearing out of no where and
whispering in his ear without warning. He just loves sneaking up on people--
damn psycho, Jimin thinks. It turns him on. Grabbing the last book he needs,
Jimin tucks it under his arm and closes his locker before turning around to
face his lover at last. “Who?”
Taehyung’s gigantic grin is significantly less mysterious than his whisper,
which has Jimin chuckling. He brushes past Taehyung and starts off to class,
letting the taller boy follow behind and explain as they go. “That new kid.”
“The freshman from Busan?” Jimin muses, thinking back to their encounter with
the younger boy last week. He had looked so adorably lost, following the high
school principle through a sea of students--being led to his first class at the
new school. Jimin had noticed the kid at once. His handsome figure and innocent
expression were so enticing that he’d stopped listening to what Taehyung was
saying just to stare at the boy.
“Why? How do you know he’s the right one? We can’t mess this up.”
“No, I promise he’s perfect. He has--like--no family. Nobody knows him here; no
one’s gonna miss him. And he’s so fucking naive. He’ll never see it coming,”
Taehyung practically vows, his hands clasped together like he’s ready to beg
Jimin for permission to go ahead with the plan. “Plus, he’s definitely your
type. Like, exactly what you described to me.”
Sensing that Taehyung has already made up his mind about the boy, Jimin gives a
bobbly little nod, saying, “Well, I wanna scope him out a little more first,
but yeah, he definitely seems like the right type.”
A happy bounce in Taehyung’s stride betrays his excitement, but he doesn’t make
a scene thank god. “What’s that kid’s name?” Jimin asks. He shoots Taehyung a
sideways glance and smiles, starting to get excited about this prospect as
well.
“Jeon Jungkook.”
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It’s 2:17pm--just a few minutes left until the final period of the school day
is over. Jungkook sits at his desk, pencil tapping lightly against his quiz
paper. One question to go. He lifts his hand to scratch his eyebrow with the
pencil eraser as he contemplates the answer. History was never his best
subject, but unlike most students Jungkook would rather be concentrating on a
test than letting his mind wander.
Just a few weeks ago, the 15 year old was living at boarding school in Busan,
but the money inherited from their parents had nearly run out and his older
brother could only send him so much each month. He had been called out of class
one day last month be the vice principle.
“Mr. Jeon,” the grey-haired administrator said. Jungkook can still hear the
serious yet sympathetic tone of his voice--almost exactly the same tone as the
police officers who had relayed the news of his parents’ sudden death. “I’m
afraid that your financial situation has become too troublesome to warrant your
continued stay here. I know that you have a relative in Seoul, so I will make
some calls this afternoon and see if we can’t have you seamlessly transferred
to another schooling facility--public, of course. We can do this quietly so
that none of the other student’s will know of your situation. Come by my office
at the end of the day, alright son? ”
Now he’s in Seoul in the tiny one-room apartment--his elder brother Junghyun
typically away on business while Jungkook struggles to adjust to a new life and
a new school all by himself. He hasn’t made any friends yet (he hardly talks
because his Busan accent sticks out here like a sore thumb here) and he isn’t
used to the city (he’s always getting lost on the way back home) but when he’s
taking a test he doesn’t have to worry about those things. He can just focus on
the questions.
“Okay, students. The bell will ring in one minute. Please complete the question
you’re on and prepare to hand in your quiz.” Jungkook glances up at the
teacher’s voice and sighs. He doesn’t know the answer to this last question.
He’ll just have to make a guess.
As soon as the papers are collected and the bell rings, a mass of students file
out into the hallways, rearing to get home for the evening. Jungkook hangs
back, however, taking his time to collect his things. He’s in no rush. There’s
nothing waiting for him at home anyway. When he finally does venture out of the
classroom and into the hallway, the majority of the crowd has already
dissipated. Instead, he is surprised to find someone waiting for him.
“Jeon Jungkook!” Taehyung exclaims from where he has been patiently waiting,
leaning lazily against the wall outside of Jungkook’s classroom. “Finally! What
took you so long?”
Startled, Jungkook takes a step backward and bumps into the door frame.
“Oh sorry,” Taehyung’s grin widens dramatically, “did I scare you?”
“A little,” Jungkook admits as he recovers, slinging his backpack up to a
better position on his shoulder. He remembered meeting this guy in the
cafeteria yesterday, but he certainly never expected the upperclassman to seek
him out again! “It’s ok. What’s up?” he says, coming fully out of the door
frame and starting off toward the school’s exit.
Taehyung walks beside him almost in stride, his eyes never leaving the boy’s
face, saying, “I’ve been looking for you. I want to invite your over for dinner
tonight! Can you come?”
Dinner? Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. The last time he actually ate
dinner with other people was back in Busan. “Are you having a party or
something?” he asks, not understanding why this guy would want to have dinner
with him regardless. He was new and young and quiet. Not very exciting dinner
company for an upperclassman like Taehyung.
“Uh…” Taehyung muses. His smile looks a little odd as he thinks about an
answer. “Yeah, something like that. It’s really just a little ‘get to know you’
party.”
“Me?” Jungkook repeats, shocked. “Who…who’s all going?”
“Just me and my friend,” Taehyung explains. “I told him about our conversation
yesterday at lunch and he wants to meet you. He’s interested in moving to
Busan.”
“No way, really?” Jungkook’s face lights up at the idea.
“Yeah, really!” Taehyung laughs internally, watching the younger boy eat up his
lies. “So what do you say? Are you free tonight?”
Of course he is free, but this is all so sudden and unexpected that Jungkook
hesitates before answering. So Taehyung goes on, saying,
“It’ll be fun, I promise. I can actually pick you up from your house and drop
you back off if you don’t have a ride and don’t feel like taking the subway all
the way out to my place.”
“Really? That would be great. Thank you,” Jungkook says with a smile.
“So you’ll come?”
Jungkook nods his agreement. “Yeah, I’ll come.”
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“He’s coming. I’m going to pick him up in 15 minutes and then we’ll come right
over.”
Even over the phone, Jimin can hear the wicked, seething excitement cutting
through Taehyung’s deep voice. He can’t believe that Jungkook actually agreed
to come--especially considering how transparent Taehyung is being with his
intentions. No one would really fall for this, would they? Getting invited out
to a strangers house on the very outskirts of the city? Jimin wonders as he
works to prepare their dinner. The kid must be as naive as Taehyung said.
The plan is simple enough: Taehyung would wait after school to find Jungkook
and make sure that he agreed to come over that evening. A few hours later, he
would pick Jungkook up from his apartment and bring him out to the cottage.
Meanwhile, Jimin had a spare key to the cottage, so he could go over, clean up,
and prepare for their arrival.
By now, the cottage is spic and span. If the remote location and the woods
near-bye happened to set Jungkook on edge, it was Taehyung’s hope that the
quaint and well kept interior would calm his nerves enough to fully relax into
their trap.
Chop, chop, chop! The kitchen knife in Jimin’s hand slices through the tough
carrots on autopilot, his mind preoccupied with fantasies of their plan finally
coming to fruition--of this freshman actually being the one they’d been waiting
for. They had been planning this for over a year, now.
At first it started out as a joke.
“I like listening to you beg for it,” Jimin had said once, in the middle of one
of their kinkier sexual encounters.
Taehyung was completely enamored with the idea of Jimin’s kinky side, so he ran
with it. When they watched movies together, Taehyung took every opportunity to
tease Jimin with some sadistic comment.
“You like listening to that bitch cry, don’t you hyung?”
“Please don’t tell me this torture scene is giving you a boner right now.”
When they walked through the halls of their high school together, Taehyung was
smirking through snide comments, whispering sick things in Jimin’s ear all day
long,
“Imagine what he would look like chained up in your basement.”
“I bet she cries and moans really pretty, hyung. You wouldn’t even have to hurt
her that bad. She’d just squeal right away.”
And the more Taehyung talked about it, the more they both wanted it. And before
long their minds were filled with shamefully dark desires. The desires took
form and became fantasies, and after a few months those fantasies fleshed out
into a plan. Kidnap the perfect specimen--some innocent and unsuspecting person
that no one would miss--whom they could torture and play with until they got
bored. And then, perhaps, the penultimate fantasy that neither of them were
quite sure about yet--they would kill the person when they got bored of them.
“We’ll see about that part when we get there,” Jimin said one day when Taehyung
seemed to be getting cold feet about the entire plan just because he wasn’t
sure if he wanted to kill their captive or not. “I mean, we can always just
keep them forever. We don’t have to kill them. But who knows! We might end up
wanting to do it. Could be fun,” he shrugged.
But now it seems like all of those days spent planning are finally coming to
fruition as Jimin’s phone buzzes on the marble counter beside him. He glances
down at the screen, still chopping vegetables. It reads, “HE ACTUALLY GOT IN
THE CAR! TT kkkkkk c u soon bae.”
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An hour later, the three of them are sitting around a small table eating the
food that Jimin had prepared. Well, Taehyung is eating quite a lot and Jungkook
is eating a decent amount. Jimin, on the other hand, is completely struck by
how perfect the younger boy actually is. Taehyung could not have chosen any
better. As soon as Taehyung led Jungkook through the cottage door, quietly
locking it behind him, Jimin’s eyes had been glued to the boy. He was so
precious! So completely adorable and unaware of the danger that surrounded him.
Besides that, he was physically stunning. His tapioca eyes were large and
expressive, squinting playfully whenever he smiled at them. His body was still
youthful but he was already taller and broader than Jimin! And his sweet and
reserved manner of speaking was tantalizing.
Jimin is already picturing a thousand ways to make him scream.
“So, Jungkook,” Taehyung ventures, his voice pulling Jimin back from the dark
throes of his imagination. Jungkook looks up at the sound of his name. His
cheeks looks soft and puffy as he chews “Why did your family decide to move to
Seoul, again?”
Jungkook frowns slightly at the mention of his family. Swallowing his mouthful,
he explains, “It’s just my brother and I here, actually. The main office of the
company he works for is here in Seoul, but he’s mostly away on business trips
for them.”
“What about your parents?” Jimin pipes up for the first time in awhile. “They
let you come out to the city all by yourself?”
Taehyung shoots Jimin a glance--I already told you; they’re dead!--but Jimin
calms him with a patient smile. He wants to double check. And besides, Jimin
wants to hear Jungkook say that his parents are dead with his own mouth.
Sure enough, the boy confirms it. Looking down at his plate, he softly admits,
“My parents passed away a few years ago.”
“Oh no, what happened?” Jimin asks, not bothering to sound as sorry as he
should be at the revelation.
Surprised, Jungkook looks up from his plate and blinks in Jimin’s direction.
“Um…there was an accident. It was raining really hard that night, I guess they
couldn’t see very well.”
“Car accident?” Taehyung asks flippantly just before popping a large piece of
pork in his mouth.
Jungkook furrows his brow a bit, put off by the way they’re talking about this.
But polite and demure as ever, he says, “Yeah,” and goes back to eating.
“That’s too bad,” Jimin sighs out after a moment of awkward silence. Most
people might have felt uncomfortable, but he didn’t. He enjoyed making other
people squirm by bringing up awkward or uncomfortable topics. Underneath the
table, Taehyung’s foot rubs playfully against his toes, amused as always by
Jimin’s sadistic antics. “No grandparents?”
“I have one grandmother but we’re not very close. She’s back in Busan.”
Jimin reaches across his plate to grasp his glass and takes a swig of beer.
They had offered some to Jungkook when they were setting the table, but he
politely refused, stating that he was “too young,” as if that made any
difference. Perfectly innocent and completely corruptible. Might even be too
easy to break him, Jimin had thought with a twinge of disappointment.
But to his surprise, Jungkook shows a bit of tenacity by turning the line of
questioning right back on them. “And what about you guys? Where’s your family,
Taehyung? You have the house all to yourself tonight?”
“No, no,” Taehyung laughs. His plate is nearly clean by now. “This isn’t my
family’s house. We have this cottage for holidays--come down for the weekends
over the summer. It’s dark so you probably couldn’t see well, but the setting
is nice out here. More natural,” he only half-tries to temper his mischievous
smile as he adds, “and private.”
If that but of information makes Jungkook take pause, he doesn’t show it
outwardly. He just nods and finishes eating even as Jimin and Taehyung exchange
a telling gaze. “Should we get the dessert?” Jimin prompts his boyfriend.
“Oh yeah! I almost forgot!” Taehyung exclaims, popping out of his seat
excitedly. “We made a cake for you, Jungkookie.” Jungkook makes an odd face and
chuckles at the use of his pet name but doesn’t protest.
“Be right back!”
The second that they’re in the kitchen and out of sight, Jimin grabs Taehyung
by the arms and gives his a wild shake. “Let’s fucking do this! You’re right,
he’s almost perfect,” he admits, keeping his voice low so that Jungkook won’t
overhear.
“Almost?” Taehyung’s eyes are indignantly wide. “What do you mean? I thought he
would be exactly the type you wanted.”
“Well, mostly he is,” Jimin explains as he carefully plates three slices of
cake, making sure to remember which one is Jungkook’s. Wouldn’t want to get
that mixed up. “He has the right look--he’s hot as hell. But, shit, Tae, he
seems like a little baby! He might be too weak. I don’t want someone who’s
gonna shrivel up and die on day two, you know what I mean?”
“No way, hyung,” Taehyung coos in his ear, planting a little kiss on the side
of Jimin’s neck as he finishes separating the slices of cake and wipes a bit of
extra frosting off of the plate with his pinky finger. “He’s been through a
lot. I think he’s gonna be a lot tougher than he looks.”
Turning a quarter of the way around, Jimin let’s Taehyung lick the frosting off
of his finger before planting a hard kiss on his mouth. “I hope you’re right,”
he breathes against his boyfriend’s mouth. “Can’t wait to find out.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Hello lovely readers~ Please make sure to read the tags and stay
     safe! Other than that, enjoy <3
Everything is black--there are only noises.
Someone is laughing. It’s a light, happy sounding laugh that doesn’t match the
heavy blackness that presses down upon all of Jungkook’s senses, keeping him
still and numb. Someone is talking, their tone playful and bright. Words fade
in and out as Jungkook blearily regains consciousness.
“You think so?”
“Nahh….there’s no….he won’t remember anything.”
What’s wrong with me? Jungkook’s brain can barely string thoughts together yet,
but it’s getting a little easier with each passing moment. He tries to move his
limbs but the incredible heaviness hasn’t dissipated just yet, so he can only
wiggle his fingers and hands. His eyelids are just as heavy, but he doesn’t
stop fighting to open them. When he succeeds, he sees nothing but dark brown
blur before his eyes fall shut once again.
“More?” The sound of clinking glass on a hard surface and then liquid pouring.
“I’m good now.”
What happened to me? He fights to open his eyes again and this time they stay
open long enough to clear slightly. Above him, Jungkook sees the brown ceiling
of a basement--support beams crisscrossing high above him as he lies flat on
his back on the floor. He sighs heavily as his eyelids fall closed again.
“Ah!” a male voice exclaims. Jungkook can’t lift his head to see where they
are, but he can place the sound of the voice. It’s coming from his left. “He’s
finally waking up.”
“Jungkookie!” It’s Taehyung speaking--he can tell that much at least.
Jungkook’s heavy head rolls to the left to face the sound, his cheek falling
lazily against the floor. It’s cold and hard--must be the concrete of an
unfinished basement. “You’re awake!” Jungkook’s eyes flutter open and closed
and his limbs shift slightly as he struggles to regain control of his body.
Taehyung does not wait for the younger boy to fully come to, however. He
practically leaps across the space between them and pounces on top of him,
straddling his hips.
“What….” Jungkook groans, confused at the weight suddenly pinning him down.
“What’s….why….”
“What, Jungkookie?” Taehyung asks, leaning down to bend his ear closer to
Jungkook’s face. “I couldn’t understand you.”
“Ah--I….why….” he struggles to make his mouth work. Everything is too slow;
nothing is working right yet.
Suddenly Jimin is beside him, his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder. “I think we gave
him too much.” He doesn’t sound concerned, though. If anything, there is an
amused quality to his voice along side something else.
“Try again, baby. What’s the matter?” Taehyung asks as he runs a hands over
Jungkook’s forehead, brushing his hair back.
Baby? With an enormous effort, Jungkook just barely manages to keep his eyes
open and speak at the same time. “What happened?”
“What happened?” Taehyung repeats. “You passed the fuck out, that’s what
happened.”
Passed out? The last thing Jungkook could remember, he was sitting down to eat
dinner with some new friends from school. Was he sick? He blinked up at
Taehyung and suddenly realized the strangeness of this position. The older boy
was sitting on top of him, seemingly unconcerned about his compromised state.
“Something’s wrong with me,” Jungkook says, still having to fight for every
word. But it’s getting a little easier now. “I….I think I need to go to the
hospital.”
Jimin snorts out a little laugh. “Oh my god, so cute.”
“No, no, no hospital,” Taehyung sing-songs as he reaches out to touch
Jungkook’s face again. This time, the younger boy is aware enough to scrunch
his face away from the touch, not sure what to make of it. Taehyung doesn’t let
him get away, though, he grasps Jungkook’s face and holds it steady as he says,
“We slipped you some downers. You’re still waking up, that’s all.”
“What?” Jungkook croaks out, totally at a loss. They drugged me? “Why?”
But Taehyung isn’t listening to him anymore. He’s turned his face to the side
to speak with Jimin. “Should we tie him up now, hyung?”
“Do you think we need to? He can barely move.”
“Well…” Taehyung glances back at Jungkook for a moment and smirks. “He’ll be
able to move again in a few minutes and I don’t feel like fighting him. You got
me drunk,” he admits, dissolving into a fit of laughter. The gigantic smiles
that splits Jimin’s face is completely baffling to Jungkook.
What the hell is going on?!
Somehow they come to a conclusion through their laughter. Taehyung swings his
leg up and gets off of Jungkook with a grunt. As soon as he’s off and walking
away, Jungkook starts trying to get up. He still doesn’t understand what’s
happening but the thrumming of his heart is growing more and more frantic by
the second as he comes fully around and realizes that something is definitely
not right here. But his body isn’t ready to get up yet and he collapses back to
the floor even before Jimin’s hand on his chest presses him down. “Stay down,”
Jimin tells him with a serious tone so markedly different than his laughter
from moments before that Jungkook stills at once, shocked and frightened.
Taehyung comes back with a pair of handcuffs and an actual chain in hand. “What
are you doing?” Jungkook gasps, eyes widening as Jimin lifts him up by the
armpits while Taehyung grabs his wrists and twists his arms behind his back.
“Stop it!” He struggles to squirm away from them, but his legs are still too
weak to stand. In only a matter of seconds, Jungkook finds himself on his
knees, arms wrenched behind him and handcuffed to a basement support beam.
The rush of movement has made him nauseous. His head hangs heavy, his breathing
slow and methodical as he fights against the paralyzing waves of dizziness that
are making the room spin.
“Yeah, we definitely gave him too much,” Taehyung muses from above. “I’m sorry,
hyung.”
“It’s fine,” Jimin says, his voice gentle as he consoles his lover. The sound
of their kiss doesn’t even register in Jungkook’s ears. He doesn’t know what to
make of it so his spinning mind simply ignores it all together. “We’re all a
little fucked up now. It makes no difference to me.”
A moment later, a hand yanks Jungkook’s head up by the hair. It’s Jimin and
Taehyung is right beside him, both of them smiling these wild, wicked grins.
They’re drunk, Jungkook realizes. But there’s so much more wrong with this than
just that. His heart is pounding--terrified and still trying to fight the
sedatives that hold most of him hostage.
“Are you conscious enough to know what’s happening to you yet?” The way Jimin
says it, the way he is pulling his hair…Jungkook’s heart sinks. These people
are not his friends.
“Am I in trouble?” he asks innocently, not ready to jump to any specific
conclusions just yet.
“Oh yes, baby,” Taehyung laughs again, “You’re in a whole heap of trouble.”
Jungkook’s face falls and Jimin let’s go of his hair, letting his head drop
back to his chest. He still doesn’t understand. Why is this happening? What
exactly is happening? Had the three of them gotten into a fight during dinner?
He honestly can’t remember--the drugs are playing with his head. “What…what did
I do?” he asks them. His voice sounds small and sad.
Surprised by the question, Jimin and Taehyung look at one another and
practically giggle. Taehyung opens his mouth to say some biting comment, but
Jimin shakes his head and quiets him with a hand on the shoulder. His eyes
sparkle with sinister intent: let’s play with him a little, they say. And
Taehyung nods his understanding.
“What did you do?” Jimin exclaims, acting surprised and upset by the question.
“Don’t pretend to be innocent, you little shit!” Without warning, he kicks
Jungkook squarely in the gut.
Gasping, Jungkook doubles over as far the chain that holds his cuffed wrists to
the pole will allow. All of the air had been kicked out of him, so he makes no
attempt at a response. He sputters weakly, staring wide eyed down at his knees
as Jimin goes on railing him,
“I know you’re not from around here, but even you Busan bastards can’t be that
dumb! Oh, you’re fucked now, Jungkook. We’re not letting you get away with
something like that!” This time, he tees off before cracking his foot across
the boy’s face.
Falling hard onto his right hip, Jungkook’s arms are twisted at an odd angle as
his body gives way under the hard blow. The cry of stunned pain that tears
through his lips goes straight to Jimin’s crotch. “Shit, please---” Jungkook
gasps, still twisted on the floor. Everything is still spinning and now his
face is aching--the pain cutting deep into his jaw. The inside of his cheek is
bloody and some of his teeth feel a little loose. But stunned as he is, as soon
as he feels the rough hand yanking his head up again, he rushes to speak. “I’m
sorry! I’m sorry, please! I didn’t….”
“You didn’t what?” Jimin snarls, putting on the best angry act he can muster.
He must be doing a decent job because poor Jungkook is cowering on the floor
below him. “Huh?” His fist is curled up so tightly in the boy’s black hair that
he’s probably yanking some out, but he doesn’t care. He’s more interested in
the way that the pain is making Jungkook’s breath repeatedly hitch in his
throat.
“I’m sorry,” Jungkook groans. His gaze hovers somewhere around Jimin’s thighs,
too scared to look at his face despite the sharply raised angle that his head
has been forced into. The left side of his mouth feels like it’s going numb.
“For what?” Jimin demands, using his grip on the boy’s hair to violently shake
his head around. That makes Jungkook cry out in protest.
“You’re gonna make me throw up!” he exclaims weakly. The drugged stupor is
still fading and between the pain and jerking motions of being shaken around
he’s sincerely close to vomiting.
“Alright, hey--” Taehyung interjects, stepping in and touching Jimin’s back to
diffuse the situation somewhat. “Don’t puke.” He doesn’t feel like cleaning up
vomit tonight.
Jimin reluctantly gives in, his arm stilling, fist opening to release
Jungkook’s hair and cup his chin instead. Unsurprisingly, when Jungkook raises
his gaze, his eyes move past Jimin’s harsh expression and onto the other young
man. Taehyung he knows, at least a little. Taehyung had spent the lunch period
talking to him a few days ago. Taehyung had been waiting for him outside of
class with a friendly smile--
“Taehyung,” he rasps desperately, his tongue rubbing against the rapidly
swelling bite on the inside of his cheek. “What’s going on?!” He sounds so
genuinely frightened and confused that Taehyung can’t help the smile that plays
on his lips. “What did I do?” the boy practically begs, still trying to make
sense of what is happening. “I’m so sorry, whatever I….owww just--what the
hell? Untie me. Come on, please! This really isn’t funny.”
“Aww, Jungkookie~” Taehyung croons, “You’re so adorable--completely clueless.
But honestly, it’s your own fault for being so naive. You’re the one who came
over without telling anyone where you were going. Your brother is out of town
right? And mommy and daddy are out of the picture. No one’s going to miss you
and even if they do, you didn’t leave any trail for them to find you.” His
toothy smile widens even more and he spreads his hands in some grand gesture.
“You’re all ours now.”
Jungkook’s mouth falls open, shocked. An expression of utter betrayal sweeps
over his face as his eyes darken with tears. “What do you mean?” he stammers,
his voice small and horrified as the pieces begin to fall into place.
Jimin’s hand tightens on his jaw, making the boy cringe. “You heard Taehyung.
You belong to us now, and we’re not going to unchain you today and we’re not
going to let you go, so don’t bother asking.”
“But why?” Jungkook cries. When he squeezes his eyes shut, tears fall down both
cheeks. “Why are you doing this? What did I do?”
“Tch,” Jimin shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Back to that question? I’m
getting bored.” The shorter boy lets go of Jungkook’s face and rises to stand
beside his boyfriend. He’s dropped the angry facade and is ready to get down to
business. “Let’s play with him, TaeTae~ What do you want to do first?”
Jungkook whimpers in protest, his big dark eyes blinking up at them as he bites
his lips and tries not to sob in fear. But his pathetic, pleading expression
only turns the pair on even more.
“Let’s get those clothes off of you, baby,” Taehyung says happily.
Jungkook squirms backward into the pole as Taehyung approaches him, but there’s
no where to flea. He kicks and twists as much as he can while the other boys
fight to remove his clothing, but its all futile. In less than three minutes,
Jungkook is sitting naked on the cold basement floor, his head hung low in
embarrassment while the other two gawk down at him.
“My god, he’s fucking gorgeous,” Jimin breathes.
“Look at how he curls up, trying to hide himself from us, hyung,” Taehyung
sniggers. “So precious.”
“Yah!” Jimin exclaims, landing another hard kick to Jungkook’s thigh. The boy
flinches but doesn’t make a sound. He simply curls up even tighter into himself
and buries his face in his knees. “Don’t try to hide from us!” Jimin orders,
kicking his hip area this time. Still, Jungkook does not relax out of the fetal
position, so Taehyung grabs hold of his ankles and yanks them away from his
body to expose him more fully.
If his hands weren’t cuffed and chained to the pole behind his back, Jungkook
would have covered himself. But as he is, there can be no further attempts at
modesty. Humiliated, his head hangs so low that the mop of black hair covers
his eyes.
“Mm, cute!” Jimin notes, staring at Jungkook’s soft penis, laying limp on top
of his balls “We’re going to have lots of fun with this.” As he says it, he
reaches down and gives the appendage a little squeeze.
“Stop! Don’t touch me!” Jungkook cries, trying once again to pull away and
cover himself. But Taehyung holds onto his ankles and keeps him still as Jimin
continues to fondle the boy.
“Don’t touch you?” Jimin echoes blankly. “Bad boy.”
With no warning other than that, Jimin shifts his weight into a sturdier stance
and then punches Jungkook squarely in the nose. The boy’s head snaps backward
and cracks against the pole behind him. Taehyung whistles appreciatively from
behind Jimin as a few lines of blood begin leaking from Jungkook’s nose. “What
do you say to me, boy?” Jimin prompts, shoving his chest backward with both
hands so that his body bounces of the pole as well.
Jungkook is at a loss, tears flowing from his eyes and blood from his nose. He
sniffles and shakes his head, “Please let me go. I don’t understand this--”
Jimin interrupts his pleas with another blow, this time a backhanded slap the
the face. “What’s not to understand?” he asks--rhetorically--his hand closing
tightly around Jungkook’s throat and squeezing the air out of him until he
squeaks. “It’s very simple. You fucked up and now you belong to us! You’re not
going home; you’re going to stay here and we’re going to do whatever we want to
you. You’re our new toy. How’s that for clarity?”
“No please…” Jungkook sobs, still gasping for breath after Jimin releases his
throat and leans back, his small hand latching onto the boy’s cock once again.
He drags the soft flesh up and down in jerky and painful motions--a mockery of
of what could otherwise have been a pleasurable movement. Taehyung laughs and
yanks Jungkook’s ankles even harder, forcing his body straighter and straighter
until he’s nearly laying down, his arms painfully wrenched up behind his
shoulders. “It hurts, please, it hurts! Just stop,” he cries. He can’t believe
that this is happening--that anyone actually would do this!
“Good,” Jimin chuckles, continuing the motion despite the fact that Jungkook is
not getting even slightly aroused. “TaeTae, did you bring my bag down here?”
“Yes, of course~” Taehyung says, sounding twice as excited all of a sudden. He
let’s go off Jungkook’s ankles and skips across the room, returning moments
later with a medium sized black bag.
“Thank you, babe,” Jimin plants a kiss on Taehyung’s mouth and then releases
Jungkook’s cock, now red and raw from the harsh friction. “Will you suck on him
for me?”
“Sure, hyung,” Taehyung says, a suggestive smile lighting up his tone.
“Get him nice and hard for us.”
When Taehyung sits down over Jungkook’s knees, pinning his legs to the floor
and bending forward to mouth at his penis, the boy decides to try one last
time.
“Taehyung! Please, you don’t have to do this. You guys can let me go. I promise
I won’t tell anyone about this.” His mouth is thick with bloody saliva and the
tears choke his voice and make it sound terribly weak. “Please,” he begs,
making eye contact with older boy, “please don’t do this to me.”
But Taehyung only smiles at him and ruffles his hair, saying, “Ohhhh we are
going to have so much fun with you.”
Before Jungkook can decide whether to scream in anger or dissolve into
uncontrollable weeping, Taehyung’s hot mouth devours his cock. His head falls
back against the pole, overwhelmed by the sensation. The older boy isn’t taking
his time--he’s sucking hard, swiping his tongue over the edge of Jungkook’s
head and lapping at the slit over and over again, forcing the boy to get hard
whether he likes it or not.
And he certainly doesn’t like it. His face scrunches up, eyes closing tight as
a wash of humiliation paints his bruising face crimson. Much to Jungkook’s
horror, he grows harder and bigger by the second until his cock is forcing its
way into the upperclassman’s throat. A moment longer and then Taehyung pulls
back off of him. Despite the loss of sensation, Jungook is relieved that its
over. He picks his head up an inch or two and catches a glimpse of the older
boy as he pulls away. His mouth is shiny with spit and precum and his lips are
still parted obscenely. Catching Jungkook’s eyes, Taehyung winks at him.
“He’s hard as a rock, hyung.”
Jimin looks up from the contents of the black bag, his eyes moving from
Jungkook’s erection to Taehyung’s shiny mouth and back again. “Good job, Tae.
You’re so good at that,” Jimin says, giving Taehyung another kiss. This time, a
horrified Jungkook can’t help but watch as some of his own fluids are
transferred from Taehyung’s mouth to Jimin’s puffy lips. “Now will you hold him
still for me?”
Taehyung nods, “Yup. I got him.”
Grabbing Jungkook’s shoulders, Taehyung presses him backward until he’s
crushing his own arms between his shoulders and the pole. Jungkook cries out in
pain and fights to get in a better position, but Taehyung is able to hold him
there. “Stay still, baby,” Taehyung sing-songs near his ear. “This is going to
hurt a lot more if you keep squirming.”
At first Jungkook thinks that the older boy is simply talking about the painful
positioning of his arms, but then he feels Jimin grab his embarrassingly hard
cock. Before he can even protest the simple touch, Jungkook feels something
hard probing at his slit.
“Ahhh! Stop!” he screams, squirming as hard as he can--trying desperately to
get away from the hold that they’ve got him in. But it’s no use.
“Shhhh, stop moving~” Taehyung hums, pressing down on the boys shoulders even
harder and looking down to watch the show.
Jimin’s fist is wrapped firmly around Jungkook’s penis, holding it steady as he
slowly but surely forces the long metal sound past his slit and into his
urethra.
“No, no! Ahhh ow--no please, stop!” Jungkook cries hysterically, eyes wide with
disbelief as the thing goes deeper and deeper inside of his cock. He had never
imagined that anything could go inside of there. It is painful and cold, the
hard metal unforgivably straight as it reaches inside of his most intimate and
sensitive place.
Ignoring his protests, Jimin sinks it in deeper and deeper until, at last, the
thick metal ball at the tip is snugly resting in Jungkook’s slit.
“Very pretty, baby,” Taehyung says, planting a kiss on Jungkook’s sweaty
forehead as the boy shakes and cries underneath him, his eyes closed once more.
“What else you got, hyung?”
“How about this?”
“Ooo yes, perfect.”
Jungkook’s glassy eyes fly open again when Jimin begins rubbing at his chest.
“No--” he groans, but Taehyung just holds him steady and giggles while Jimin
snaps the fine-toothed metal clamps onto his nipples one at a time. A thin
chain dangles between them, pulling them down slightly. It starts aching at
once and Jungkook can’t help but whine at the feeling.
“And now something for his ass.”
Taehyung slides off of Jungkook and helps Jimin look through the back of toys,
leaving Jungkook stunned and hurt as he tries to get into a less painful
position. But every movement jostles the toys, yanking on his pinched nipples
and making him feel the long metal rod inside of his penis with more disgusting
clarity.
“This one?”
“No, how about this one,” Jimin counters, grabbing a different toy.
“Geez, you’re mean today,” Taehyung laughs, “that’s gonna be way too much for
him.”
“He can take it,” Jimin decides, pulling a scary looking, textured dildo from
the bag and brandishing it playfully in Jungkook’s direction. “You think you
can take this up your ass, baby?”
At the sight of it, all color drains from Jungkook’s face. It looks big and
obscene in Jimin’s small hand. He opens his mouth and tries to protest, but the
terror chokes sound away from him so nothing comes out. All he can do is shake
his head frantically as the older boy comes closer and closer with a menacing
grin.
***** Chapter 3 *****
“Hyung, do you think he’ll like this one or this one?” Jimin glances back over
his shoulder at the two dog collars Taehyung is juggling. One is heavy-duty
black leather with silver fasteners--clearly for a more powerful breed of dog--
while the other is woven out of some light blue material, like a puppy might
wear.
“Tch, he’s not a dog, he’s a person,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes at the
younger boy. “You’re fucking deranged.” His words might be harsh, but his tone
is gentle as he reprimands his boyfriend.
Taehyung pays him no mind, anyway. “Do we have everything else we need?”
Jimin rummages through the shopping basket that hangs on his forearm to double-
check before answering. “Yup, all set. Let’s check out.”
It’s been two days since they kidnapped Jeon Jungkook, and as far as they know,
no missing person’s report has been filed. There’s no city-wide search taking
place. No one has even commented on the boy’s absence from school, yet. Soon
enough, someone will start looking for him, Jimin thinks as he and Taehyung
start piling the items on the conveyor belt at the check out. But he’s not
concerned. No one’s going to find Jungkook.
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As always, the drive out to the cottage is free of traffic as soon as they exit
Seoul city limits. Very few cars come out this way and there’s next to no foot
traffic. It is a serene and private area--one that the two lovers had often
made use of for romantic escapades in the past. Still, the fact that Taehyung’s
family cottage was now housing the kidnapped object of their desire is nothing
short of miraculous.
They park the car out back and lug in the bags of groceries and miscellaneous
items into the house. Before long, everything is put away and Taehyung says,
“Do you want to eat first or shower?”
Jimin leans his weight against the counter top, balancing on his elbows as he
thinks. After awhile, he says, “He’s quiet today,” his voice low as he listens
for the sounds that he’s used to hearing from the basement below.
Yesterday when the boys had gotten back from school, Jungkook’s muffled shouts
went on for almost an hour before he finally gave up. When at last the boys
finished eating supper and went downstairs to play with him, Jungkook’s voice
was all but gone. “Have you been screaming all day long?” Jimin had asked him,
amusement and condescension positively dripping from his mouth. Jungkook
narrowed his eyes but said nothing. “You can make all the noise you want, but
no one can hear you. Except us, that is.” The fiery anger in Jungkook’s dark
eyes had implied that he didn’t believe them--that he would never stop trying
to incite a rescue by making a ruckus while his captors were gone for the
school day.
But now, only 24 hours later, the boy is silent.
“Maybe we should check on him first,” Jimin decides at last. Taehyung shrugs in
agreement, grabs the last bag of today’s purchased items from the counter top,
and follows Jimin down the basement stairs.
Looking down from the mouth of the basement stairs, all they can see below is
darkness. At first, they had debated leaving the lights on for Jungkook, but
Taehyung decided that the higher electric bill could alarm his parents, so they
ended up having to leave their toy alone in blackness for most of the day.
“Jungkookie~!” Taehyung cries from the top of the staircase. He flips the light
switch on as Jimin goes down ahead of him. “Are you awake, baby?”
Reaching the basement level, Taehyung and Jimin round the corner and find
Jungkook exactly where they left him. He’s lying on his side, both arms
uncomfortably outstretched overhead due to the cuffs and chain that have him
latched to a beam from the ceiling. His head is lying limply against the meat
of his shoulder, eyes half-lidded and bleary in the sudden light. “Wake up,”
Taehyung sing-songs. He hands the bag of goodies off to Jimin and crosses the
space to crouch beside Jungkook at once.
The younger boy flinches as Taehyung approaches, but Taehyung just ruffles his
hair again as he so loves to do. “Did you learn your lesson yet?” Jungkook’s
brow flickers as he turns his gaze from Taehyung to Jimin and back again. Then,
seemingly out of no where, he dissolves into tears. “Ah? What’s wrong?”
Taehyung croons, brushing his hand through Jungkook’s sweaty mess of hair and
tilting his face up from the floor. “What’s the matter, baby?”
“Please--” Jungkook chokes, his words barely audible through his tears. “--
just, take it out! I can’t take it anymore!”
Intrigued, Jimin joins Taehyung in crouching near the boy. His eyes scan over
Jungkook’s trembling form without any hint of empathy in them--only logical
interest.
Yesterday, Jungkook had repeatedly fought their advances, spent the entire day
shouting for help, and even tried to bite Taehyung. As punishment, the older
boys had simply forced the menacing sex toys back into Jungkook’s unwilling
body and left him to suffer in agonized arousal until they returned from school
the next day. Honestly, Jimin didn’t know whether Jungkook could stay hard for
that long or not. He mostly assumed that the boy would quickly lose his
erection and have to writhe in nothing but pain for 17 hours or so. So now,
coldly observing the boy’s state, Jimin is impressed to find the boy still
hard--his purple erection in sharp contrast to the silver ball at the end of
the sound.
“You want me to take them out?” Taehyung repeats softly. Jungkook’s frantic
nodding is answer enough, but Jimin isn’t convinced.
“’Why should we take them out of you, hmm? You’re just going to be bad again.”
“No! No, I’ll--I swear I’ll be good. Just take this stuff out, please!!”
Jungkook cries. He sniffles and whimpers, his body curling and shivering
against the large intrusion that’s filling his asshole. They had made sure to
use a dildo with a massive, bulbous base--one that he couldn’t possibly get out
without the use of his hands.
“Oh really? And I’m supposed to just believe that you’re going to behave this
time?” Jimin doesn’t sound even slightly convinced.
Taehyung feels the tiniest bit bad for him, so he tries to guide Jungkook’s
apology into a form that Jimin will be sure to accept. “You’re not going to
bite or fight or scream anymore, are you Jungkookie? You’re going to be a good
little toy for us, right?”
Jungkook’s face is twisted in anguish. He seems to fight against his own
thoughts for a moment before his gaze finally falls in defeat. “I won’t. I
promise, I’ll do whatever you guys want. Just make it stop.” The last words are
almost cut off as he coughs out a miserable sob.
“I think he’s suffered long enough, Jiminnie,” Taehyung beseeches his lover.
Luckily, Jimin shrugs, saying, “Alright. You can take it out. But let’s just
hope he learned his lesson from this, because next time I won’t be so nice
about it,” Jimin declares, and Jungkook visibly cringes at the thought.
Taehyung is pleased, so he gives Jimin a happy peck on the cheek and bounces
over near Jungkook’s lower half. “Spread your legs, Kookie,” he tells him.
Jungkook hesitates just a split second before doing as he’s told. When Taehyung
prods at the wide base of dildo, Jungkook whines in discomfort.
The image is completely obscene--Jungkook’s tiny, virgin hole, stretched in a
large O-shape around the bulbous end of the see-through glass toy. Not
intending to seriously harm him, they had lubed him up before inserting it and
now the dried, sticky drops of lube are caked to his rim and even as far as
down as his inner thighs. “Stay still, baby,” Taehyung counsels as he slowly
begins pulling it out.
Jungkook stays as still as he possibly can, gasping and crying pathetically as
the thing is drawn out of his body centimeter by torturous centimeter. After
what feels like ages, Taehyung pulls it all the way out and drops it on the
floor. “Waaahhh~ Jungkookie! Your little hole is so stretched out now!” he
exclaims. The youngest boy buries his face in his shoulder, totally humiliated
by all of this. When he starts to cry a little bit harder, Taehyung interjects.
“Don’t cry, baby! It’s a good thing! It just means we can fuck you whenever we
like now.”
Jungkook can barely focus on the words. He’s still in agony. The endless
stretch and continual prodding against his prostate may be gone, but he’s still
painfully aroused. “Taehyung,” he rasps against his arm. As soon as the other
boy’s name leaves his lips, Jungkook shakes his head, regretting it.
“Hmm?” Taehyung jumps on it at once.
Jimin, who has been watching it all with with interest, is growing steadily
more aroused. As much as he enjoys making the boy suffer, he wants to play with
him too! Reaching into his own pants, he begins palming at his stiffening cock.
“Jungkookie needs more help, babe,” he tells Taehyung. Jimin’s eye’s flick down
to Jungkook’s strained erection and Taehyung’s gaze follows. “I think our
little toy needs to cum.”
To both of their surprise, Jungkook does not protest. He simply sniffles and
whines softly, his gaping hole clenching around nothing--unsure of how to make
it close again.
“Mmm? Is that true, baby?” Taehyung prompts. He reaches out to trail his hand
down Jungkook’s back and over the curve of his ass, dipping a finger low enough
to trace over his fluttering hole. The boy cringes at first, but then his body
relaxes into the contact, desperate for any pleasurable sensations. “Do you
want us to make you feel good?” Taehyung encourages him, pressing his finger
tip back into Jungkook’s stretched opening and gently massaging the soft
inside.
Whimpering, Jungkook can do nothing but nod. Maybe this is the best way to go.
If he could just come, then the horrible, never ending fire inside of him would
pass, wouldn’t it? If he could just behave and let them use him like they
wanted, then they would never do this to him again--never leave him alone and
in anguish for hours on end…right? He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t know
what he wants. All he knows is that he needs to feel better and he never wants
to get punished like this again. So Jungkook makes his voice small and non-
threatening and lifts his gaze to Jimin’s face, saying, “I’ll be a good boy, I
promise.”
Jimin raises an eyebrow and then smiles. “Good,” he says, and he grabs
Jungkook’s face and kisses him deeply until the boy accepts him and kisses
back. It’s clumsy at first--Jungkook’s never had so much as a girlfriend
before--but he tries. Mostly he just keeps his mouth soft and let’s Jimin do
whatever he wants with him. “Let’s show him how good we can make him feel when
he behaves himself,” Jimin says, his words directed at Taehyung.
A second later, Jungkook feels Taehyung’s fingers sliding deeper into his hole.
The older boy is skilled at what he does--his finger tips reaching far enough
to massage all the right places. He finds Jungkook’s prostate in a matter of
moments and soon the boy is wriggling around on the floor in near-orgasmic
pleasure. “You like that?” Jimin teases. He’s entertaining his sadistic nature
by playing with Jungkook’s purple balls and refusing to lay a finger on his
erection. He knows that he’ll need to remove the sound in order to let Jungkook
come, but he’s not ready to do that just yet. “Does it feel good?”
“Ahhh yes--” Jungkook groans. He’s embarrassed, to be sure, but this is a
million times better than what he’s been feeling for the past 17 hours. He
needs this. Taehyung’s fingers in his ass feel amazing, and the heat between
his legs won’t stop growing and growing. “Please, I need to cum!”
“Not yet, you greedy boy.” Jimin rises to his feet, hands going to his waist
belt as he pulls his cock out of his pants. “I want you to prove to me that
you’re going to be a good boy from now on. Do you think you can do that?”
He has no choice if he wants to feel better, so Jungkook opens his mouth wide
and dutifully accepts Jimin’s cock. He even sucks on it without being told.
He’s not great at it, but Jimin appreciates the effort. “Good boy, Kookie,” he
groans, gently grabbing onto the back of Jungkook’s head to guide him as he
forces himself deeper into the boy’s mouth. Perhaps the boy learned his lesson
after all.
Jungkook does his best to please Jimin and avoid gagging at the same time, but
it’s difficult when his attention is also split between the rock hard erection
between his thighs and the insane feeling of his classmate's fingers massaging
his prostate. He stays composed for as long as he can, but before long Jungkook
is blubbering, “Ahhhhh oh, more, more please!” He’s so close, he wants to come
so bad--
“Stop, Tae,” Jimin says suddenly, pulling back to step away from Jungkook even
as he gasps in horror. Taehyung is reluctant, but he too pulls away from the
boy, drawing his fingers out all at once.
“No, no, please don’t leave me again!” Jungkook begs without thinking. “I’ll be
good--I’ll do anything! Please!” Jimin is deep in thought, clearly mulling over
some grand plan. Taehyung--on the other hand--is burning up with lust. He’s
nibbling on his bottom lip, staring at Jungkook’s reddened hole with dark eyes.
“Hyung, I wanna fuck him so bad. Can we?”
Jimin gaze darkens further. He goes on stroking himself, watching Jungkook’s
flushed expression as he asks, “I don’t know. Can we, Jungkookie?”
They’d spent two days tormenting the boy and trying to force themselves on him,
but his resistance had always coaxed Jimin into administering more punishment.
As of yet, Jungkook had managed to maintain his virginity. But now he has had
as much as he can handle. Bowing his head in shame, Jungkook can’t believe his
own words. “Yes--okay. Just please don’t leave me down here like that anymore.
I can't take that again!”
“We won’t, baby,” Taehyung says without consulting Jimin. He pulls Jungkook
into a tight hug before reaching up to unlatch the chain that binds him. “It’ll
feel so good, I promise.”
“If you behave,” Jimin adds threateningly.
Jungkook nods blearily, blinking back more tears. His face is still bruised
from Jimin’s beating the other day and his eyelids are swollen from crying on
and off for the past 48 hours. He’s scared and hurting--aching with need that
he doesn’t even really understand. All he knows is that Taehyung’s fingers feel
so nice, Taehyung’s warm hug feels so kind, and Taehyung’s promise is his new
lifeline. If they just never leave him down here like that again--trapped alone
in unbearable darkness for hours on end, stuffed and stretched, lying in agony
on the cold, filthy ground--then he can survive this.
Holding onto that thought, Jungkook groans as his stiff body is helped up,
Taehyung’s arm wrapped around is waist. He’s been freed!
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jimin says, suddenly right in front of Jungkook. His dark
eyes bore into the boy, a warning in them. “You’re not going to give us a hard
time are you?”
“No,” Jungkook whispers, unsure of where this is going. He can’t think too
hard, though, because the intensity of his forced arousal occupies almost all
of his brain power.
“Good boy,” Taehyung coos, mussing up Jungkook’s hair again as he helps him
toward the steep staircase. As they walk, Jungkook’s hyper-erect penis bobs up
and down with each step. The silver ball at the tip catches the light every now
and again.
Eventually they make it to the top of the stairs. To Jungkook, it’s as if he
stepped back into reality after living in a horror movie for the past two days.
He’s suddenly in a normal looking cottage, with furniture and lamps and mundane
things like that. As the upperclassmen guide him through the first floor,
Jungkook catches a glimpse of the dining room where they had eaten dinner and
it throws him off guard. He stumbles a bit, tripping forward so that Taehyung
has to catch him to prevent a crash with Jimin.
“Woah, steady there, baby~” Taehyung laughs, tightening his grip on Jungkook so
that he can’t slip up again. “Just hold your horses. I think you’re going to
like this a lot.”
***** Chapter 4 *****
Jungkook is lying on his back in the comfortable bed of Taehyung’s cottage
bedroom. His eyelids droop, his body sinks into the soft mattress, and his mind
wanders back over the events of the past few days. He isn’t sure how long he’s
been here. It could be months, he thinks. No--must be only a few days. But then
again, there’s no way to know for how long he was in a drugged stupor or for
how many endless hours he had been chained up in that horrible basement. And
so, no matter how many times Jungkook tries to determine the time-frame of his
captivity, he ends up just as confused and ever.
The events of last night, however, are shamefully clear.
 
“Just hold your horses. I think you’re going to like this a lot,” Taehyung
cooed in his ear. The older boy’s arm was wrapped around Jungkook’s waist so
that he wouldn’t fall. He was being led up another flight of stairs now, and
the strangeness of this procession did not escape Jungkook’s attention despite
the constant annoyance of painful, throbbing heat between his legs. Even though
he was unchained and back on his feet, Jungkook recognized his helplessness
more acutely now than ever before.
He was completely naked and being paraded through the empty halls of the hidden
country cottage that had become his prison. His ass was aching and loose, a
feeling so incomprehensible to the poor boy that he had to ignore it or it
would drive him mad, and the thing that they had forced into his dick felt even
worse. And yet, at the same time, his arousal was so all consuming that he
couldn’t tell what he felt more strongly: pain, humiliation, or inexplicable,
burning physical pleasure. In front of him was Jimin and behind him was
Taehyung--two popular upperclassmen who were fully clothed and fully in
control. Jungkook was free but he couldn’t run. All he could do was stumble up
the stairs along with them and pray for some relief to come before he started
crying again.
 
He has cried so much over the past few days--weeks?--that his eyelids seem to
be permanently swollen. He doesn’t want to think about how pathetic he must
look tied to a bed frame and puffy eyed like this. Even though he certainly
can’t see himself, Jungkook breathes out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes,
trying to shake the image of how tousled his hair must look on the pillow and
how red his cheeks are from the embarrassment that still hasn’t fully subsided.
 
At the first landing of the staircase, Jimin paused and gestured for Jungkook
and Taehyung to carry on ahead of him. Knowing that Jimin was watching him from
behind made Jungkook’s knees shake, so he was forced to lean more of his weight
on Taehyung. “Easy, baby, we’re almost there,” Taehyung sing-songed, gently
stroking Jungkook’s side as they went.
But Jungkook barely heard him because Jimin’s fingers were fondling his ass
from behind, slipping up into his hole as he walked. Biting his lip, Jungkook
hung his head and whimpered. He had no idea what to do. His legs were so weak
that if he jerked away he would probably fall down the stairs, and if he
protested, Jimin would most likely hit him. All he could do was ignore the
shocking feeling, lean on Taehyung, and hope that they got to their destination
soon. As he looked down at his feet, Jungkook suddenly realized that with his
hands freed, he could remove the sound himself! He tentatively reached down for
it, but Jimin slapped the back of his forearm immediately and snarled, “Leave
it.”
At the top of the stairs, they rounded the corner and entered a bathroom. “Wha-
--what?” Jungkook stammered, suddenly frightened that they intended to
seriously harm him. The bathroom would be easier to clean up, after all. He
recoiled from Taehyung’s touch and tried to pull away from him, but Jimin
grabbed both of Jungkook’s upper arms from behind and tightened his grip.
“Relax,” he ordered, his voice icily calm and un-aroused for someone who had
just been fingering him. “You’re fucking filthy, you need a bath.”
“A bath?” Jungkook repeated blankly. Inside his mind was reeling, visualizing
all of the ways that they could murder him in the bathtub.
But they didn’t murder him. In fact, they didn’t even hurt him--not even Jimin.
They were strangely gentle as they corralled him into the porcelain tub and
filled it was comfortably warm water. He was held down and washed from head to
toe with fruity smelling soap, thoroughly rinsed, and then dried with two
different towels. And all the while, Jungkook sat still, shivering with fear
and over-sensitivity as gentle yet invasive hands touched every inch of his
body over and over again.
 
Opening his eyes once more, Jungkook stares at the white ceiling. It reminds
him of the bathroom. He had been terrified throughout the bath--without reason,
he realizes now that he has time to reflect on those events. He doesn’t want to
think about all of this, but he’s alone and he has nothing else to do. The
images just keep coming back, flooding over his consciousness in waves.
 
“Excuse me?” Jungkook said quietly from underneath the blue towel that Taehyung
was rubbing wildly over his hair in order to dry it. They didn’t hear him the
first time, so he tried again. “Um, excuse me?”
“What?” Jimin snapped from directly behind Jungkook’s head. He froze at the
sound and had to lick his lips to gather enough moisture before timidly going
on, “I’m sorry. I really need to pee. Can I please use the bathroom?”
Jimin gave a little snort and then there was a momentary silence, as if the
boys were silently communicating from on either side of Jungkook’s body. After
a few moments, Jimin planted his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders and spun his
around to face him. “Sure. You can pee. But we’re not leaving you alone in
here.”
Jungkook swallowed thickly and looked back and forth between Jimin and the
toilet to his right. The seat was already up and he was naked as can be--all be
had to do was piss. But with the two of them standing there, he wasn’t sure if
he could. His hesitance seemed to both annoy and amuse Taehyung. His voice was
tight and more high pitched than normal as he urged him on, saying, “Hurry up
and go, Kookie. I wanna fuck you.”
Jungkook pinched his eyes shut and flushed crimson red at the upperclassman’s
blunt words. He didn’t want to get fucked! He didn’t want to pee in front of
them! He just wanted to get rid of the ever building agony in his groin. He
needed it to stop--anything to relieve it! So pride be damned, Jungkook kept
his eyes closed, grabbed his rock hard erection, and attempted to pee.
But of course, nothing happened. He hadn’t realized that the sound was not only
keeping him eternally hard, but it was also effectively plugging his urethra.
After a few moments of struggling, Jungkook let out a defeated sob. “Please
take it out,” he moaned, too humiliated to turn and face them while he begged.
“Absolutely not,” Jimin said simply. “We’re going to play with you first and
then--if you’re extremely well behaved--it will come out.”
 
Thinking back on it now, Jungkook feels less defeated and more angry. They had
made it impossible for him! They let him try just to humiliate him even more
and remind him just how powerless he actually is. It’s the same thing they’re
doing to me now, Jungkook thinks bitterly, glancing up at the ropes that bind
his wrists to the bed frame. They’ve left him home alone all day, providing the
illusion of a possible escape. But in reality--it’s hopeless. He’s bound hand
and foot with not even a centimeter of play in the ropes. He can’t get free no
matter how much he struggles. He knows that, now.
 
Crying quietly as the burning need for relief consumed him, Jungkook was led
out of the bathroom and into a bedroom. “Don’t cry, don’t cry,” Taehyung kept
saying. “We’re going to make you feel better.”
Their hands were all over him, guiding him to the bed and pushing him down onto
his stomach until he was face first in the plush mattress. His tears made the
sheets wet almost at once. “You have the cutest little ass I’ve ever seen,
Kookie,” Taehyung told him. Jungkook felt a large hand spread over his butt
cheek, kneading the round flesh with increasing intensity.
“Cuter than mine?” Jimin challenged him, and a second later Jungkook heard the
telltale sounds of them kissing again.
With all of his weight pressed onto his front, Jungkook’s erection was trapped
between his body and the bed. It ached terribly. He could clearly feel the long
metal rod pressing against soft places inside of him and it made him feel sick.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Tae,” Jungkook heard Jimin say from behind him as the
others went on making-out, seemingly having forgotten all about him. That was
too much for Jungkook. He needed relief--they promised!
“What…what do you want me to do?” he piped up, speaking a little louder than
normal to make sure they heard him, even with his face shoved down into the
mattress.
“Ah!” Taehyung cried, “see, Jiminnie? I told you he’s such a good boy!” Bending
to lay his weight on top of Jungkook’s prone form, Taehyung ruffled his still-
dying hair and planted a wet kiss on the back of Jungkook’s neck. “He’ll do
anything we say, won’t you baby?”
“Yes,” Jungkook moaned, disgusted with himself as the words of surrender left
his mouth yet again. He didn’t necessarily want this, he just needed to feel
better! Why were they making him beg for it and swear obedience over and over
again? Were they stalling on purpose?
“Good boy,” Taehyung cooed, running his long fingers over Jungkook’s back.
“We’ll take care of you just like we promised. Now show us your hole.”
“What?” Jungkook squeaked, horrified. Surely they could see it already in this
position…
“Use your hands and spread your cheeks, baby. We want to see this pretty little
hole before we fuck it.”
Jungkook imagined that he must be almost purple with embarrassment by now, but
he did as they asked. Squeezing his eyes shut even more tightly and crying
silently into the sheets, he yanked his arms out from beneath his body and
reached around to better display himself for them.
 
He can’t believe that he did that. He honestly can’t believe it. Laying here
now, safe and alone in bed, Jungkook tells himself that he did what he needed
to do to get relief. But as with all things, the feeling of total desperation
is too fleeting to translate into memory properly. That unbearable ache in his
loins is gone, but the memory of those actions remains. Regardless of why he
did it, he did it. He begged for it, he humiliatedhimself for them, and he gave
them permission to fuck him.
 
“Is it still loose enough for me?” Taehyung asked, reaching out to rub his
thumb over Jungkook’s hole. It was slick with lube and red from before.
“Oh I’m sure he’s ready for it,” Jimin replied, sounding amused. “That was a
huge dildo and I was fingering him on the stairs. He’s pretty loose.”
“Good boy,” Taehyung said for the millionth time. “Ready?”
By then, Jungkook was shivering from all of the overwhelming sensations--both
emotional and physical--that had taken control of his body. He nodded into the
mattress and when that produced no results, he choked out a desperate, “Yes!”
For a second, nothing happened, and then all of a sudden Taehyung was forcing
himself into Jungkook’s hole. The younger boy gasped at the feeling as inch by
inch, the upperclassman seated himself deep into Jungkook’s body--his bare, hot
erection felt nothing like the evil dildo that had been stuffed inside of him
yesterday. It wasn’t as difficult as Jungkook had anticipated either, which
only further humiliated him.
 
He wonders now if they did that on purpose. Could they have had the foresight
to know that it would have been less shameful to lose his virginity like that
if they’d just violently raped him and let it hurt like the hell that he was
expecting?
 
“Ohhhhh yes, he feels so good, Jiminnie!” Taehyung explained, sounding equall y
husky and thrilled as he fucked the younger boy into the mattress.
“Better than me?”
“Ha, never,” Taehyung laughed.
Beneath him, Jungkook was wide eyed and shaking his head ever so slightly--
wrinkling the sheets. He couldn’t believe what was happening. He still couldn’t
believe that any of this was happening! He had just wanted to come over for
dinner--
“There you go, baby,” Taehyung was saying, as if Jungkook was doing anything
more than laying there and taking it. It didn’t really hurt but it wasn’t
giving him any relief either. If anything, it was making things worse. His
stiff penis was rubbing between the sheets and his hip bone with every thrust,
and the pleasurable bursts every time Taehyung brushed against that place
inside of him were only adding to the already overwhelming need for release.
Before long, Jungkook was groaning and squirming with every thrust. He was so
close--had been on the edge for hours--he just needed--
“Turn him over,” Jimin said from behind.
To Jungkook’s horror, when Taehyung stopped fucking him to help him up, he
whined at the loss of sensation. He just needed a little more--he needed--
“You can’t come until I take that out.” Jungkook blinked through his tears,
realizing that he had been abruptly yanked up and was now sitting on Taehyung’s
knees, looking at Jimin--who was naked form the waist down--his long T-shirt
barely covering his own bobbing erection. The older boy looked calm and amused,
not at all phased by the shock and desperation written all over Jungkook’s
face. It took the younger boy a moment to realize that Jimin wasn’t talking
about permission; he was speaking literally. “Do you want me to take it out
now?” Jimin asked at last.
“Yes,” Jungkook gasped, open and desperate. “Yes, yes, please!” He wanted it so
badly that every fiber of his being was screaming for it.
For the first time in awhile, Jimin cracked a smile. “Well, I want something
from you first.”
Jungkook’s heart sank.
“How come TaeTae gets to have all the fun, hmm?”
Before Jungkook could even get a true sense of what was happening, Taehyung had
scooted them backward on the bed to make room for Jimin to join. As Taehyung
adjusted his hips and pushed back inside, Jimin straddled Jungkook from the
front and grabbed his erection to guide it toward his own hole.
“Wha--wait!” Jungkook cried, shocked to feel the the head of his dick brush up
against Jimin’s ass. This was the last thing he was expecting!
“Shhhh, you’ll like it,” Jimin assured him, grinding his hips down onto the tip
of Jungkook’s penis while Taehyung went on lazily fucking him from behind.
“Kiss me.” Jungkook’s mouth fell open, totally at a loss, but Jimin wasn’t
talking to him. A moment later, Taehyung and Jimin were passionately kissing
over Jungkook’s shoulder as Jimin precariously balanced on his knees and worked
Jungkook’s tortuously hard cock all the way inside of himself.
It would have felt good--it probably would have felt amazing!--if Jungkook
hadn’t been so over-stimulated. But as it was, this was just more agonizing
pleasure adding to the pool inside of him that was ready to burst. Jimin’s
tight, hot hole was sucking him in deeper and deeper, squeezing his length so
tightly that he was getting dizzy. And all the while, Taehyung’s lazy thrusts
were rubbing his prostate just right--
“Oh my god, fuck, please! Please, I need to come, please!” Jungkook wailed, too
far gone to care how he sounded.
“Mmmm good boy. Almost,” Taehyung said, unlatching his mouth from Jimin’s just
long enough to speak.
They were all over him, all around him--he was ready to explode but somehow he
just couldn’t come! Not with that thing inside of him.
In front of him, Jimin started moving at last. He had flexible hips and his
rocking motions were utter perfection. Jungkook couldn’t handle it. He had
never felt anything like this before in his life! A steady stream of pleas were
pouring out of him, “Ah! Please, no! More--I mean, AHH! Take it out, take it
out, take it OUT!”
But they didn’t listen to him. “Shut up,” Jimin growled, grabbing Jungkook’s
throat and squeezing hard enough to choke out his frantic cries.
 
He had choked him pretty hard. Even now, the next afternoon, Jungkook’s throat
still feels a little raspy from the treatment. He wonders vaguely if there is a
ring of bruises underneath the dog collar that he’s wearing…
 
The two upperclassmen went on fucking him in tandem until they were finally
satisfied, Taehyung painting Jungkook’s sore insides with his release while
Jimin’s cum trickled down onto Jungkook’s tummy. “Good job, baby,” Taehyung
sighed happily, his breath coming out in heavy huffs. Jimin, too, was tired. He
had to push off of Jungkook’s shoulders to lift himself up from Jungkook’s
erection, still perfectly straight and hard thanks to the sound.
He didn’t know what they were saying ‘good job’ for. He’d done nothing but cry
and beg the whole time. But still, they had given him no relief--they’d only
added to the burning need.
“Yeah, very nice,” Jimin admitted, looking down and tracing a single finger tip
up and down Jungkook’s length. “I like this thing.”
For some reason, those four words made Jungkook cry even harder. He felt like
his chest was caving in. He let his head droop and the tears dripped down onto
his stomach, clear salty droplets mixing with Jimin’s cum.
“Ok, alright, don’t cry, Kookie!” Taehyung shushed him, his long arms reaching
around to hug him from behind. “Jiminnie will take it out now, right babe?”
“Sure,” Jimin agreed. “You were pretty good. I’ll let you come. Do you still
want that?” Jungkook nodded frantically, trying and failing to stop his crying.
“Ok.” Jimin wrapped one hand tightly around Jungkook’s cock and used the other
to delicately pull the sound out. Taehyung had to hold the younger boy still as
the long metal rod slowly came free.
The exact instant it was out, Jungkook practically shrieked--cumming until his
vision went white. Spurts of frothy white cum bubbled out of him, down the
length of his dick, and over Jimin’s hand as he stroked him through the
duration of his orgasm--and beyond.
“Ahh--yes, ok ok ok--” Jungkook gasped, his body sagging back against Taehyung,
arousal satiated at last. But there was something else. “Ok, fuck--stop--” he
choked out, scared of the feeling, but Jimin didn’t stop stroking him until he
lost control of his over-full bladder and was spraying piss all over Jimin and
the bed.
“Ah, fuck!” Jimin cried, jerking back at once and using his arms to cover his
face from the stream. Taehyung laughed, shocked, and Jungkook was positively
frozen, humiliated beyond belief that his body would betray him like this. He
tried to stop it but he couldn’t--not until his bladder was completely empty
and the sheets were soaked in hot, stinking fluid.
There was a little silence once he was finished, until Jimin finally said, “Bad
dog.”
Jungkook hiccuped out a pathetic little sob at Jimin’s words and shook his
head, chin tucked down against his chest, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to--”
When he felt the tickle of a hand about to touch his face, Jungkook flinched
hard, expecting a beating. But Jimin’s touch was surprisingly gentle on his
cheek bone, “I locked you up for too long; I forgive you.”
 
That fact alone is the only thing that gives Jungkook hope. He’d been utterly
used and humiliated, pushed to his limits and beyond. But then he’d been
forgiven. It didn’t make sense, but Jungkook was grateful none the less. And
anyway, here he is laying in a clean bed with clean sheets, having been washed
from head to toe a second time so that he didn’t have to sleep in his own mess.
Compared to the way he had been tortured and left in the basement, this was
nothing short of kindness.
And they way they’d treated him in the shower--
 
“You can stop crying now, Jungkook, I’m not mad at you,” Jimin told him.
Jungkook wasn’t used to any kindness coming from the older boy, but he had been
nothing but gentle and reassuring in the shower as the three of them washed
off.
Still, he was crying for a number of reasons, only one of which was the fact
that he had accidentally peed all over himself and his classmates. It took
several minutes before he could calm himself down enough to stop the flow of
quiet tears.
When the three of them got out of the shower, Taehyung shook his mop of wet
hair around, spraying the room with droplets of water. “Be right back!” he
cried, sprinting out of the room without any clothes.
Left alone in the bathroom with Jimin, Jungkook covered his private parts with
his hands and looked down at the floor, feeling very weary. “I want to know
what you’re thinking about,” Jimin said suddenly, his voice soft but serious.
“Tell me what’s on your mind.”
It was a simple enough question, but Jungkook was hesitant to answer. “Nothing
really. I’m tired,” he mumbled.
“Are you hurt?” He was sore everywhere and his chest ached with the weight of a
thousand emotions all at once, but he was physically uninjured. So Jungkook
shook his head ‘no.’ “Then tell me what you’re thinking about.”
There were a thousand things on his mind, but when Jungkook finally managed to
open his mouth, the simplest thought of all came out. “You said that you
forgive me, right? So will you let me go home, now?”
The sound of Taehyung’s heavy footfall bounding up the stairs made Jungkook
look up. Jimin had been looking at him, but he looked away as well when
Taehyung came barreling back into the bathroom. “Look what I have for you,
baby!” Taehyung cried, clearly not sensing that he had interrupted something.
With a grandiose gesture, Taehyung presented what appeared to be a dog collar.
At the sight of it, Jungkook turned white. But he stayed perfectly still and
didn’t even struggle as Taehyung fastened the collar securely around his neck.
Jimin didn’t have to answer him. The collar said it all.
 
For the first few hours after they had left him collared, naked, and tied to
the spare bed, Jungkook had felt hopeless. He wanted to go home. He wanted this
nightmare to be over. But as the hours pass, he grows more and more weary of
being alone here. The memories that play over and over in his mind are shameful
and he’s tired of thinking about them. As much as he wants to hate them, a
little part of Jungkook is prayerfully counting down the seconds until his
captors return to distract him from his own thoughts. They hadn’t hurt him that
bad, after all. They’d kept their promise in the end…right? So no matter how
much he resents the thought, Jungkook hopes that they’ll come back soon,
because anything is better than being left alone to remember.
***** Chapter 5 *****
“But hyung…I just got here.”
“I know, I’m sorry, Jungkookie,” his older brother said. He was bent down with
his hands in a large suitcase, arranging the piles of his folded clothing to
stuff as much as possible inside.
Jungkook knew that his brother spent a lot of time traveling for work, but he
hadn’t expected it to be this much--and he certainly hadn’t expected him to be
leaving at almost the exact moment that Jungkook arrived in Seoul. He thought
that they would spend a few days together at least! Maybe Junghyun would show
him around the area a little, introduce him to some nice people…
“How long do you think you’ll be away for, hyung?”
“This time? I dunno, maybe about a month? They give us a rough estimate but it
usually takes at least a four or five days longer than they anticipate. They’re
so damn incompetent over there; you know how it is.” Junghyun shrugged
apologetically and zipped the suitcase closed. “So…yeah, I’m sorry. But hey!
You’ll have the house to yourself for awhile, you can have some people over if
you want. Girls maybe. Just clean everything up, ok?”
“Uh, ok.”
Except he didn’t want to have the house to himself. He had been basically alone
at boarding school for years. No parents--his brother all the way across the
country. He’d had some friends but they always come and go. No…Jungkook was
more than tired of being left alone. He was exhausted of it. He was weary to
the bone.
“Try to have some fun while I’m gone, alright? Love you, little bro.”
“Have a safe trip, hyung.”
===============================================================================
 
“Did you finish your chem homework yet?”
“Not yet,” Jimin says. He doesn’t look up when he speaks. Instead, he’s looking
down at the pile of cards on the bed, reaching out to discard a seven of
hearts. He places the card down in the discard pile which is balanced on the
flat of Jungkook’s bare stomach, covering his belly button.
“Me either,” Taehyung says offhandedly. Jimin take a long drag of his cigarette
and Taehyung watches the way his lips tense on the filter as he pulls.
“Eh, whatever. It’s not due until Friday, right?”
“Yup.” Watching with interest, Taehyung’s dark eyes follow the motion as Jimin
reaches out a bit to tap the ashes from the end of his cigarette over
Jungkook’s stomach. Bits of grey littered with hidden, red hot specks fall onto
their captive’s skin and make the tan flesh jump ever so slightly. It burns out
in a second and barely hurts him, but Jungkook’s entire body is tense with
apprehension anyway. There’s at least seven or eight circular burns on his
sides already from Jimin’s smoking habit. He’s learned to fear the cigarettes
just on principle at this point.
Actually, fear isn’t really the right word anymore. Jungkook has been here for
two weeks now and as far as Taehyung can tell, the boy is no longer petrified
or in despair. Most days he appears resigned and apprehensive. Other days he
might be sad. But in general, his understandably turbulent emotions seem to
have balanced out by now, settling somewhere in between mild dread and numb
defeat. Jimin had taken to burning him with the cigarette just to get some kind
of bigger reaction.
Feeling just a little bit meaner than usual, Taehyung decides that he wants to
get a reaction from the boy, too. Burning him or hurting him isn’t really his
way of going about things. Glancing up at Jungkook’s face for the first time in
an hour of card playing, Taehyung scans the boy’s weary expression. His brow is
furrowed slightly, quivering just a tad as another sprinkle of hot ashes lands
on his tummy. He’s breathing through his nose--his lips stretched out around a
bright red ball gag. If he wasn’t laying on his back tied to the bed frame,
there would probably be drool running down his face by now--he’s been like this
for hours. But as it is, Jungkook looks strangely neat and composed for being
in such a disgraceful position.
“Do you miss doing homework, baby boy?”
Jungkook’s brow flickers--confused at first and not realizing that Taehyung is
talking to him. He’s been used as a card table and an ash tray for the past
hour and a half, but otherwise he’s been completely ignored.
“Jungkookie?” Taehyung clarifies, nudging Jungkook’s side with his knee. “Do
you miss doing homework?”
Jungkook can’t answer with the gag in his mouth and Taehyung knows that. So
when Jungkook locks eyes with the older boy, Taehyung simply chuckles,
“Probably not, huh? You’re a lucky bastard. You just get to lay around in bed
all day.”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker slightly, but he makes no distinguishable expression or
any noises what so ever.
“I heard some of the underclassman talking about you the other say in the
cafeteria,” Taehyung goes on pointedly. As he talks, he traces invisible
patterns over Jungkook’s bare skin with the tip of his index finger. “People
think you moved back to Busan.”
“Oh really?” Jimin pipes up suddenly. He’s looking at the cards in his hand,
about to discard again. “I heard people saying he flunked out already.
Apparently our little pet wasn’t a very good student.”
“How can you even flunk out of high school?” Taehyung laughs. “Apparently,
people think you’re dumb as a rock, baby. Sorry to have to tell you that.”
Jungkook’s gaze falls away from Taehyung’s and goes back to hovering somewhere
in space, looking at nothing in particular.
“It’s ok though, baby. You might not be a very good student, but you make a
pretty good sex toy.” Taehyung gives Jungkook’s cheek a condescending little
pat, adding, “Although we probably should not tell that to those snotty
freshman pals of yours.”
Jimin snorts, “Yeah, that probably wouldn’t make anyone think any better of
him.”
“Speaking of people thinking about our little Kookie,” Taehyung begins,
flashing a telling smirk at his boyfriend, “has his brother tried to get in
touch yet?”
Just as Taehyung anticipated, at the mention of his brother, Jungkook tenses up
immediately. His arms strain weakly against the ropes as he lifts his head off
of the pillow to look at the pair of them, gaze far more alert than before.
“Nope,” Jimin mutters on cue. “Still nothing.”
“Not even a text?” Taehyung double checks, trying to sound surprised even as he
suppresses the wicked smile that is tickling the corner of his mouth.
“Nope. Nothing.”
Sure enough, when Taehyung glances back at Jungkook’s face, his expression has
fallen dramatically.Bingo. “So literally no one is looking for him,” Taehyung
shakes his head in mock disappointment. “That’s fucked up.”
“I know, I thought--at least the brother would come looking. Or file a missing
person’s report, or something,” Jimin agrees through a smoky exhale. “Or even
just text him to check-in and see how he is.”
“Yeah.”
The fact that Jungkook has turned his face away slightly tells Taehyung that
the boy must be getting upset. He reaches out a gentle hand and grabs Jungkook
by the jaw, swiveling his head back around to face him. Sure enough, the boy’s
eyes are glazing over with unshed tears. “Aww don’t feel bad, baby! Those
people are just stupid. If you were lost, I would definitely try to find you,”
he cries, rubbing Jungkook’s arms comfortingly and even bending over at the
waist to kiss his chest.
It doesn’t seem to be helping--in fact, Jungkook’s expression is only growing
more vulnerable and sad looking and his watery eyes are starting to truly
twinkle.
Finally. This would be the first time their captive had cried in three days.
Feeling triumphant, Taehyung decides to push it just a little bit further. A
few more tears and he knows that Jimin will be hard as a rock. “Were you not
very close to your brother?” he asks, feigning innocent curiosity. “We have
your phone and we’ve been charging it for you, just in case. But he never tried
to reach out to you at all. I know he goes away on business trips a lot, but
geez. It’s like he doesn’t care about you at all, Jungkookie!”
Jungkook’s breath hitches in his chest and he whimpers sadly behind the ball
gag as he starts to cry, at last.
“I agree,” Jimin grumbles. For a second, he almost sounds offended on
Jungkook’s behalf! Taehyung can’t help but smile secretly down at his lap,
thinking of how great of an actor his boyfriend can be when he wants to. “If I
were your older brother, I would definitely have kept an eye on you. Especially
considering how ridiculously naive and innocent you are--or, were,” he
corrects. “Not so innocent now, though, are you?”
Jungkook hiccups back a weak sob and squeezes his eyes closes. His stretched
lips quiver around the ball gag but he can make no reply.
“It’s ok, baby,” Taehyung is saying again, wiping some of the tears from
Jungkook’s face. “Don’t cry. It could be so much worse, honestly. Someone like
you--so naive and vulnerable--”
“--and fuckable!” Jimin adds emphatically.
“--and in a big city like this? It was only a matter of time before someone
picked you up to take you home as their sexy little pet! You should be glad it
was us and not some nasty old pervert.”
“He’s right,” Jimin agrees, finally looking at Jungkook’s tear-stained
expression. His cock begins to stiffen at once. “At least we take good care of
you. Some old pervert wouldn’t treat you this good. They’d beat the shit out of
you, fuck your asshole and tear it up until it was completely ruined, and then
dump you on the side of the road somewhere.”
Jungkook visibly cringes at Jimin’s words, so Taehyung lays down on the bed
beside him and wraps his arms around the boy. “We would never do that to you,
baby. You know that, right?”
Silent tears continue to roll down Jungkook’s cheeks, and aside from a few
weary sniffles, the ball gag keeps him from replying at all. But Taehyung isn't
satisfied with that.
“You know that, right, Jungkookie? We can be a little mean sometimes, but we
always take care of you afterward. Make sure you’re clean and fed and
everything. Right?” And it is mostly true--aside from those first few days
spent handcuffed to the pole in the basement.
Pressed for an answer, Jungkook nods instead of gargling some nonsense through
the ball gag.
“See? It’s not so bad here,” Taehyung says, nodding along with him and pulling
Jungkook’s body close.
While Taehyung hugs and comforts the boy, Jimin makes quick work of cleaning up
the cards and tossing the deck onto the end table near bye. He is done with the
game and apparently Taehyung is too. They're both sporting the telltale signs
of hard-on’s--Taehyung’s athletic shorts are tented slightly as he rubs up
against Jungkook’s side and Jimin’s stiff cock is chaffing frustratingly in his
tight jeans.
“You’ve got it pretty good, baby,” Taehyung goes on muttering, his lips
pressing gentle kisses on Jungkook’s collarbone as the boy begins to stop
crying. “No homework, no chores…you don’t have to think about a future or worry
about anything at all.”
“Except pleasing us, that is,” Jimin chimes in, finally laying down on
Jungkook’s other side and draping an arm lazily over the boys stomach. His
cigarette has been tossed into the ash tray on the end table and is slowly
burning out.
“Which you do a very good job of,” Taehyung praises huskily.
“Speaking of which,” Jimin says, grabbing Jungkook’s limp penis with his right
hand and giving it a little squeeze. “I want a blow-job.”
“Me too, actually,” Taehyung concurs. He brings a hand up to trace over
Jungkook’s pink lips, so alluringly stretched out around the big red ball. His
mouth was just made for taking cock. They must have fucked his throat at least
a dozen times by now, but it definitely isn’t getting old yet. “Do you think
you can do that for us? If I take this gag out for you?”
Jungkook just nods again, looking blank.
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In the middle of the night, Jungkook lies awake, staring up at the dark
ceiling. He’s still in the same position, laying flat on his back with his
limbs stretched out and tied to the bed posts. At first he’d found it
incredibly difficult to fall asleep like this, but by now he’s basically used
to it.
In fact, by now he is used to almost all of this.
The routine is simple enough: They wake him up in the morning and take him to
the bathroom and give him a little breakfast before they tie him up again and
leave for school. In late afternoon, they return from school with groceries.
(He can always hear them preparing a meal downstairs.) And then they would
untie him and let him eat at the dinner table with them. That is the only time
of day that he feels like a somewhat normal human-being. They would dress him
in a robe and let him walk down stairs under his own power. He would be asked
to help them set the table and then the three of them would eat together. Jimin
and Taehyung eat and talk about their day and the things that were going on at
school. Jungkook would sit quietly and be grateful for the ability to move his
arms and legs.
Once and only once did Jungkook consider trying to escape at this time.
Jimin had gone to the bathroom and Taehyung had his back to him, putting the
last dashes of spice into the stew that he was making for dinner. I could try
to run,Jungkook thought. Maybe I could get away. But he didn’t even have a
chance to flee. He had only just grabbed the fork from next to his place and
tentatively risen to his feet when Jimin returned from the bathroom and caught
him looking guilty and frightened like a deer in headlights.
He’d been punished, of course. Jimin had violently manhandled the boy as he
gasped out frantic apologies, bent him in half over the arm of the couch, and
tied his wrists to the wooden feet at the base of it with a belt.
“What were you thinking, baby?” Taehyung had asked, sounding thoroughly
disappointed in him. He was standing a few paces away, watching with arms
folded angrily across his chest.
“You brought this on yourself, you little shit,” Jimin growled. And then he had
delivered a spanking more brutal than Jungkook had ever imagined--beating his
bum with the wooden spoon that Taehyung had been using in the kitchen only
moments before. He didn’t stop until Jungkook screamed and begged for mercy in
earnest. By then, the boy’s ass was so black and blue that even the soft
mattress touching his flesh was painful for days afterward. But even more than
that, Jungkook remembers the feeling of Jimin’s fist yanking his head up by the
hair on the back of his scalp, his lips pressing against his ear as he snarled
his threat.
“If you even think about trying something like that again, I will fucking
murder you. I promise you that.”
That was the last time he even dared toconsider escaping the cottage.
Once he had just accepted the routine here, things got easier. Now he knows
that after dinner, the two other boys come upstairs with him and spend the
evening relaxing with one another, chatting, perhaps drinking and playing a few
games, or doing homework. Sometimes they play with him too--sometimes they talk
to him, but mostly they play wicked little games that hurt him or humiliate him
in some way.
And before they go to bed, there’s sex. It’s different all the time.
Occasionally Taehyung and Jimin have sex without him and make him watch, but
most often they use his body one way or another, and almost every time, one of
them makes sure that Jungkook comes. At first he hated that part. Now though,
it’s one thing that he looks forward to. The fact that they take care of him in
that way--at least--makes him imagine that they might actually care about him
in some small way.
But the fact that they always come home to him every day is best part of all. 
End Notes
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