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The thing about Guangyao is that well, he's an easy target, nothing more.
Young, nubile, attractive. Pale, creamy skin. Soft, pink lips. And so, so, so eager to please. He's perched on Guangshan's lap, curled up against him, and probably pointedly ignoring the fact that Guangshan's erection is digging into the back of his thigh. At first it had just been drinks. The young lad had stumbled upon the pavilion where he had been drinking. From afar, Guangshan had thought it had been a young lass. Upon closer inspection, he had realised who it was. Guangyao, that bastard child. His bastard child. Bending over and pouring drinks for him as per his orders. Just like a common whore at a brothel, without the need to even make the trip there. Nothing to hide from his wife. Perfect.
And now Guangyao is laughing nervously, in his lap, hand placed gingerly on Guangshan's chest. He cannot possibly do this, it's too embarrassing. Oh, he cannot take wine in his mouth and transfer it to Guangshan's mouth. It'll be a kiss, he says. Guangshan snorts, lightly slapping Guangyao's thigh, delighting in how Guangyao jolts in his lap, as if he had been burnt by his touch. He smiles, tipping Guangyao's chin up. Like this, under the moonlight, he looks less like a lad, and more like one of those pretty whores that he can get at the brothel. He takes a swig from his cup, then presses his lips to Guangyao's. Guangyao gasps, and Guangshan takes it as his cue to push his tongue past his lips, letting him taste him, taste the wine.
When Guangyao finally pulls away, he's panting, and his cheeks are flushed. His lips are parted, and his eyes are glazed. In Guangshan's peripheral vision he can see Guangyao's erection tenting his robes, and it takes every bit of willpower within him to suppress the urge to smirk. Exactly as he had planned.
'It's late,' Guangshan says, voice serene. 'You should get some rest.'
'There's still some more wine,' Guangyao says. His voice is rougher now, lower. Arousal. Perfect.
'Are you going to feed me, then?' Guangshan asks. His hand is now resting on Guangyao's thigh, creeping upwards. His thumb strays, brushing across Guangyao's arousal, and Guangyao gasps, hips jerking forward. By then Guangshan's hand is back on his thigh, stationary. He can see the thoughts racing through Guangyao's mind, oh that conflicted look in his eyes is a sight to behold. He must know then, that he's Guangshan's bastard child. That he's doing this with his own father, but a whore is a whore regardless. He wants more, and Guangshan is more than happy to take his pleasure from him. 'Well?'
Guangyao reaches forward to pour more wine. He takes a sip from the cup, struggling not to choke as he feels the burn of the alcohol, and then he leans in to kiss Guangshan. This time, he takes the lead, pushes his tongue past Guangshan's lips, tasting.
The little whore learns fast, Guangshan thinks, with satisfaction. He keeps his hand on Guangyao's thigh, never moving as Guangyao kisses him again and again, feeding him more wine. His fingers dig further into the soft flesh, knowing that Guangyao is desperate to get off, and when Guangyao's hands stray lower to cover his arousal, he knocks his hands away.
'Please,' Guangyao begs. Then he bites his lower lip, stricken.
'You pour wine so well,' Guangshan says, stroking Guangyao's thigh, careful to avoid his erection. Guangyao squirms in his lap, knowing that Guangshan is hard beneath him too, but Guangshan has more self-control than to come from a whore rubbing up against him. He's not a child anymore.
Guangyao doesn't have any of the same self-control, though. All it takes is for Guangshan to squeeze his thigh and then he's soiling his robes, coming in spurts. He cries out oh so sweetly, shaking in Guangshan's lap, and there are tears rolling down his cheeks.
'You lack self-control,' Guangshan says, voice cold. 'Soiling yourself like this. You've been in Carp Tower all this while, and you've learnt nothing.'
Guangyao freezes.
Guangshan wastes no time in setting him aside, getting up. 'You need more training,' he says, breezing past Guangyao.
Guangshan chooses pavilions to drink at deliberately. Ensures that everything happens according to plan, so as to speak, and that Guangyao winds up in his lap with his robe in a mess, baring his chest. More pale, creamy skin, and beautiful pink nubs. What a waste on a young lad, Guangshan thinks. Better if it were on a woman and well, Guangyao's pretty enough to be one. Maybe next time...
'I've been training hard,' Guangyao says. He stops himself quickly, as if he wants to add something on behind it. Guangshan already knows what it is, the word that sits on his tongue, unsaid. Father. He's just a bastard son, he has no right to say it. So Guangyao swallows the word, continuing after a long pause. 'Sect leader. I listened to your advice.'
Guangshan does not deign to answer him. 'Are you still feeling hot?'
Guangyao's eyes widen in hurt at his efforts being ignored, and he struggles to school his features into an acceptable expression. 'It's still hot,' he says, voice trembling. The night air in spring is cool, but Guangyao is burning up, no thanks to what Guangshan had slipped into the wine. Guangshan is unbothered by the drug, but it works like a dream on Guangyao, who is squirming wonderfully in his lap, already sporting an erection. He looks confused, wounded and so fucking aroused at the same time. And there's shame too, underneath it all. Ashamed of becoming so aroused in front of his father, becoming aroused because of a man is one thing, but this is even worse. It's taboo, because the man he's aroused by is his own father.
But yet Guangyao keeps coming back. Despite how things have escalated, especially since the last time, and oh, Guangshan has had his ways of observing the lad. He had seen Guangyao touching himself, desperately rutting into his sheets, and it had taken everything within him to resist the urge to relieve himself immediately when he had watched Guangyao come all over himself, crying out father in a choked sob.
'Let's cool you down,' Guangshan says. He has one hand on Guangyao's bare chest, trailing lower, down his flat stomach, stopping just before his crotch. 'You'll feel better if you take everything off.'
'But,' Guangyao begins to protest, only for the words to die in his throat when Guangshan's eyes narrow. 'Someone might come by.'
'You're burning up,' Guangshan says, idly brushing his thumb against one of Guangyao's nipples. Presses down lightly. Pinches and tugs at it, watching as it turns red under his touch. Of course there would be no one coming by, Guangshan cannot afford that risk. The pavilion is secluded and obscured from the rest of the people at Carp Tower, but Guangyao doesn't have to know that.
Guangyao's cheeks are flushed red, like ripe berries. His tongue darts out, wetting his lower lip, and then he gets up from Guangshan's lap. He tugs at his robe, disrobing in one swift, fluid motion. There he stands before Guangshan, completely bared. He doesn't dare to look up, doesn't dare to meet Guangshan's gaze because his arousal is plain as day for all to see. Such a pretty little thing, leaking and wet already. Just like a little girl, Guangshan thinks. Getting all wet.
'It's cold,' Guangyao stammers. His skin is impossibly pale in the moonlight, and he hugs his arms to his chest, trying to seek warmth.
'Your skin tells me otherwise.'
'It's the wine,' Guangyao says. He sounds wretched and miserable now. Sounds more like the bastard son that he is, rather than a thing of beauty.
Guangshan bites back a sigh of frustration, irritated at how Guangyao shatters the illusion so easily. 'Touch yourself.'
'What?'
'Must I repeat myself?' Guangshan's tone is cold, deliberately so. It's his sect leader tone, and Guangyao recognises it immediately.
So Guangyao does as he's told. His eyes are squeezed shut, determined not to look at Guangshan, determined not to run away. Determined to please. Speaking of which, Guangshan licks his lips, coming up with something diabolical. Something to ruin Guangyao even more.
'Tell me what you're thinking of as you touch yourself.'
Guangyao's eyes open immediately, and he gasps. He had been furiously jerking his prick, up and down and up and down, stopping every now and then to swipe his thumb over the tip, spreading wetness all over, but now he stops, staring at Guangshan, mouth slack. 'I don't,' he begins, and he stops himself when he catches sight of Guangshan's narrowed eyes. 'I think of,' he hesitates, takes a deep breath, 'I think of you. Your hand on my thigh the other night. Your hand touching me. My lips. My nipples. Pinching them like you did just now.'
'You liked that, didn't you?' Guangshan hums.
'Yes,' Guangyao groans. His eyes are shut again, unable to meet Guangshan's gaze. 'I think, ahh, of your hand on my... My...'
'Your what?' Guangshan says, disinterested. 'If you're going to dither around and not speak up, then you should probably leave.'
'No!' Guangyao cries out. 'No, no,' he repeats, voice shaking, like he's on the verge of tears. 'I think of your hand on my cock,' he says in a rush. 'I think of you touching me like this,' he says. He's all but thrusting into his hand now, panting. His nipples are hard, and beads of sweat run down his forehead.
'Nothing more?'
'I don't know,' Guangyao admits with a choked sob. 'I'm a man, what else can we do?'
How wonderfully naive, Guangshan thinks. Or maybe it's all an act. The little slut grew up in a brothel, the same brothel where Guangshan has delighted in sexual pleasures in a variety of orifices. How can he remain so woefully ignorant?
'You're close,' Guangshan says, watching as Guangyao trembles, struggling to stay standing.
'Please,' Guangyao says. He's begging again, and he has no idea what he's even begging for. 'I'm going to—'
'Come.'
It's a command, and Guangyao follows. He comes in thick ropes of white, spurting all over his chest, his hands, his face, his hair. Magnificent.
'Clean yourself up.' Guangshan throws Guangyao's discarded robes at him, making sure that it would soil his clothing even further. 'And put it on. You'll catch a cold now.'
Guangyao scrambles to obey, and when he's done his hair is a mess, and his robes look disgusting.
'So much for the self-control you talked about,' Guangshan sneers. He's already breezing past Guangyao before Guangyao has even noticed.
Guangyao is left at the pavilion alone, humiliated.
The words I'm a man stay in Guangshan's head well after the encounter. How wrong Guangyao is, he definitely isn't a man. No, he's a slut, a little whore, a whore who's more woman than man. And that's how Guangyao ends up in a maid's clothes, sitting in Guangshan's lap, feeding him wine with his mouth again. Guangyao had initially balked at the clothing, but when Guangshan had said that he could simply leave and never come back to Carp Tower again, Guangyao had changed immediately. Guangshan had laughed, seeing Guangyao's erection as he had slipped into the maid's clothing, and Guangyao had looked away, cheeks burning.
Tonight, Guangshan has other plans in mind. He's had enough of watching Guangyao, has had enough of letting only Guangyao get his pleasure from their encounters.
'You say you've been practising cultivation to improve self-control,' Guangshan says, hand already underneath Guangyao's clothes, toying with a nipple. He's been at it for a while now, and he's pretty sure that both nipples are swollen and puffy due to his ministrations.
'Y-yes,' Guangyao says, voice shaky. 'I've been—'
'Let's see how you control yourself then. On your knees, between my legs.'
Guangyao doesn't question him this time. He drops to his knees, looking up at Guangshan. Perfect. This way, he'll be able to ignore his lack of breasts. With his long hair and fine features, he's just like a girl. A pretty whore at the brothel.
Guangshan frees his cock, making sure that it slaps Guangyao in the face in the process. Guangyao gasps, startled, and Guangshan fists a hand in Guangyao's hair, tilting his head up. 'Use your mouth. You showed me how you touch your little prick, how you take your pleasure with your hand, didn't you? Now show me how you'll do that for me with your mouth.'
Guangyao looks up at him, eyes wide, and he opens his mouth to protest, which is the only invitation Guangshan needs to press his cock to his lips.
'If you use your teeth I'll kill you,' Guangshan says breezily.
Guangyao stills under Guangshan's touch. When Guangshan tugs hard at his hair, Guangyao begins to lick, slowly, at the tip. He's kissing his cock, licking, kissing, acting like he doesn't even know what to do. Playing coy. It's sickening.
'You grew up in a brothel. Your mouth is as filthy as any whore when it comes to your words, but you can't even use it like a whore?' Guangshan spits. 'Pathetic.' He doesn't give Guangyao any chance to protest, tugging his head back again. 'Make yourself useful for once.'
On hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have said that. Oh well, blame it on the alcohol. There's a flash of anger in Guangyao's eyes, and then it's gone as soon as it came. Guangyao opens his mouth, takes the tip of Guangshan's cock into his mouth. But Guangshan has no patience for taking it slow. He forces Guangyao's head down, thrusting into him, using his mouth like it's nothing but an orifice for him to get off in. Guangyao's choking and sobbing and thrashing beneath him, and then finally Guangshan pulls his head away because the last thing he wants is for the whore to throw up on his cock.
'Fucking useless,' Guangshan sneers. He grabs his cock in his hand, thumbing the tip. 'Can't even control yourself. Look at you, crying, making a mess of your clothes.' He deliberately presses the tip of his shoe to Guangyao's clothed erection, causing him to cry out.
'Please,' Guangyao begs, tears running down his cheeks now. 'Let me. Please let me.'
'You're useless,' Guangshan repeats. 'What do you want me to let you do, choke and throw up all over me?'
'I can suck your cock,' Guangyao says. Immediately he looks mortified at the words having come out of his mouth. 'I'm not useless. I can suck your cock. I can make you come. Please let me,' he says. 'I want to make you come.'
'And what, spit it out?'
'No,' Guangyao shakes his head vehemently. 'Please. I'll swallow your come. I. I want your come. Please. Let me suck your cock. Come in my mouth.' He fists his hands against his thighs, looking down. 'Please let me swallow your come. I need to swallow your come. Need to taste you. Want to taste you. Please.'
The son of a slut is also a slut. A filthy little whore who wants his father's come painting his throat white.
'Go ahead,' Guangshan says, feigning graciousness.
Guangyao dives forward. He's struggling to take Guangshan entirely in his mouth, he's still crying, but Guangshan doesn't care. All he cares about is when he comes, he holds Guangyao's head down, making sure Guangyao makes good on his promise to swallow every last drop.
And then he steps down hard on Guangyao's erection.
Guangyao comes. He comes so hard he keels over, and there's come all over Guangshan's shoe.
'Pathetic,' Guangshan says, kicking Guangyao aside as he gets up to leave. He grabs a fistful of Guangyao's hair, using it to clean his cock before dressing himself properly. The look suits him, he thinks. Streaks of come all over, accents in Guangyao's black hair.
As Guangshan leaves the pavilion, he can hear Guangyao's sobs, echoing throughout the night. Utterly delightful.
Thing is, Guangyao's mouth hadn't been all that satisfying. After using Guangyao's mouth for a couple of nights, Guangshan knows that it's time. Time for him to finally take Guangyao, to show the boy that he's nothing but a slut. Not even a bastard son, not even fit to be part of the sect.
Guangyao's laid out on the table, there's wine all over his cock, his balls, leaking down into the crack of his ass. His maid's clothes have been suitably ripped, and he's holding his ass cheeks apart, lying on his back, arousal clear for all to see. His cock is hard against his flat stomach, leaking all over.
'You're just like a girl,' Guangshan muses, pouring more wine down Guangyao's ass crack, making him whimper. 'All wet when you're aroused.'
'Please,' he says, eyelashes wet with tears. 'I'll do anything, just not. Please.'
'Just not?'
'You can't. You can't put your cock in my... In my...' Guangyao squeezes his eyes shut. Fat tears roll down his cheeks, on to the table. 'In my ass. You'll make me a girl, I'm not a girl, I'm a man, please, please,' he gasps, letting out a shuddering sob. There it is again, that word that sits on his tongue, unsaid. Usually Guangshan would let it go, but tonight he has no interest in playing such games. The little slut knows, and yet he does all of this anyway.
'Cut the coy act,' Guangshan says, slapping Guangyao's cock. 'You're a slut who lives for cock. You beg for my come all the time, swallow it as if that's the most nutritious thing you'll ever need. How can you be satisfied without a cock buried in your slutty hole?'
'You can't, please, no,' Guangyao is babbling now. 'No, no no no please no, this is wrong, no, you can't—'
Guangshan pushes the spout of the wine pitcher into Guangyao's asshole. Just a little. It's curved, who knows what will happen if the porcelain breaks inside him.
'Father!'
Guangshan replaces the spout with a finger, slick with wine and spit, pushing into Guangyao's hole. It's tight and hot, and things are only going to get worse with the alcohol. 'You knew I was your father, and yet you continued to entice me with your slutty body.'
Guangyao's only reply is an incoherent moan, struggling to keep his current position with his hands spreading his ass cheeks.
'You wanted this precisely because I'm your father,' Guangshan continues, thrusting shallowly into Guangyao with his finger. 'What a perverted slut. Did you want to compare yourself to your mother? I think you've done fairly well for yourself. You suck cock even better than she does. She'll be proud,' Guangshan says, pushing in a second finger.
'Please no, no father, please, father no, don't put it in me,' Guangyao repeats like it's a mantra, voice broken.
Guangshan snorts. He pauses momentarily to deliver a slap to Guangyao's cock, and Guangyao screams. 'You keep saying no, but your perverted body tells me that you want your father's cock. Want me to spill my seed in you the way you want me to come inside your mouth so you can swallow it all the time. You're a slut who wants this.'
'No,' Guangyao whimpers. 'Father please, I'll do anything else, not this, please, you'll make me a girl, a girl—'
'Then become one,' Guangshan says. His cock is slicked up with ointment, no point in going in dry and making it unpleasant for himself. He lines his cock up with Guangyao's asshole, and pushes in.
Guangshan fucks Guangyao so hard that the pitcher of wine is knocked off the table, porcelain shattering to pieces on the ground. Guangyao's sobs do not deter him, and he coos, telling Guangyao that he'll make him feel so good he'll forget what it was ever like for him before, to touch his cock only and feel pleasure. Now he'll learn to use his asshole to feel good, to make Guangshan feel good.
'You said you don't want to become a girl,' Guangshan says, panting harshly. He's fucking Guangyao hard, each thrust is punctuated by the sound of his balls slapping against Guangyao's skin. 'So I'll come on the floor instead, hmm?' He moves to pull out of Guangyao, but Guangyao's response is to squeeze his muscles, gripping Guangshan's cock hard.
'Not the floor,' Guangyao begs, voice hoarse. 'No. Inside me. I want your come. I need your come inside me. I can be good. I'm good, aren't I, father? Good enough for your come?'
'Useful for this purpose, yes,' Guangshan says. He's gripping Guangyao's thighs hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises all over the pale, creamy skin. Precisely his intention, really. Guangyao's still clamping down on his cock, amazingly. 'You're so much better at this than your mother ever was. She really gave birth to the perfect slut who exists only to serve me.' He reaches for Guangyao's cock, slapping it.
Guangyao comes with a muffled shout. He bites down so hard on his knuckles that it bleeds, and he's a mess, come all over his body.
It doesn't take long for Guangshan to follow, pumping his son's ass full with his come.
When Guangshan pulls away, he admires how Guangyao's hole tries to close desperately, gaping after being fucked by Guangshan's thick cock. He can see his come dribbling from Guangyao's asshole, and he frowns, pressing his thumb to Guangyao's asshole, as if to plug him up.
'Keep it in you,' Guangshan says. It's his sect leader voice again, and Guangyao whimpers. 'You've got that much self-control, right?'
In the morning, Guangshan doesn't so much as look Guangyao's way when their paths cross. It's always about Zixuan. Zixuan this, Zixuan that. Guangyao doesn't exist.
But at night, it's Guangyao who gets to call Guangshan father. Never mind that this is wrong, never mind that all Guangyao has ever wanted was warmth and a loving family, not lying on a table dressed in a maid's clothes with his ass pumped full of his father's come and wine. He's never wanted any of this, but if that's what it takes to keep his father by his side, then he'll do it. His mother would be proud, he thinks. Proud that he can surpass her. Proud that he can keep his father, unlike her.
It doesn't matter what Guangyao wants. What Guangshan, no, sect leader, no, father wants is all that matters.