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Eric woke up disoriented, blurry eyed, sitting naked in what seemed to be a heavy-duty dog cage. He was too groggy to properly panic. He looked around the room through the bars. Grey unfinished flooring, white patchy walls, no windows, pretty empty.
There was a bare bed in the corner that kind of looked like a hospital bed, but kind of not. The room was lit by a single dim light fixture on the ceiling. There was a camera on a tri-pod facing the cage he was in.
His hands were cuffed behind his back.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Eric called out, his voice muggy.
He tried to remember what had happened before this. Last thing he recalled was lying in bed and going to sleep. How the hell did he end up here?
He inspected the door to the cage and saw that it was padlocked with a combination lock. He kicked at the door anyway.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me?" He yelled, kicking the door, making a ruckus. "HELLO?!"
A tall man with dark hair entered the room. He was holding a handgun, and he was pointing it at Eric.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Eric scrambled to the back of the cage, "Who are you? Where am I?"
The man approached him, "Be quiet or I'll shoot you in the head."
Eric shut his mouth. His heart was racing and he suddenly felt like he was going to pee himself.
"That's better," The man said, tucking the gun into the waistband of his pants, "I've been watching you for a long time, little pet. You belong to me now. Welcome home."
"What is all this? Let me go home! I wanna go home!" Eric pleaded.
"You are home," The man crouched down in front of the cage, "First rule. You don't get to ask me any questions. If you ask me a question, I'm going to hit you, and I'm going to hit you hard."
Eric felt terror in his chest, "Wha- What? What the hell is this? Who the fuck are you?"
"Alright, so you don't listen very well. That's ok," The man unlocked the cage and opened it.
Eric backed away fearfully, "What are you doing? I wanna go home!"
The man snatched Eric by the legs and violently dragged him out of the cage. Eric thudded to the floor, hands behind his back, helpless, scared shitless. The man punched Eric in the stomach once, twice, three times, knocking the wind out of him.
"Oww, oww," Eric wailed, curling up in a ball.
The man grabbed Eric's face and made him look up at him, "Be quiet and listen. No asking questions. Behave yourself or things are going to be very difficult for you. I'm your Master now."
Master's actual name was Juyeon, but he didn't think that Eric needed that information.
Eric's eyes watered, "I don't understand."
"You're my pet," Juyeon stroked Eric's hair, "Hopefully you act better than the last one."
"Please let me go, please, please," Eric started crying, "I wanna go home!"
"I think I ought to break you in a bit, you seem stubborn," Juyeon stood up and grabbed Eric by his elbow, forcing him to his feet, "Now, be good, or I'll blow your fucking brains out."
Juyeon walked Eric over to the bed, Eric saw there were blood stains all over the mattress, and he began fighting and trying to get away.
"Oh god, let me go, let me go, please don't do this!" Eric squirmed and tried to pull away.
But Juyeon was stronger, and Eric couldn't get away. He threw Eric down on the bed.
Eric was completely freaked out, getting louder and louder, "Please don't hurt me, please, please!"
"Scream all you want, no one can hear you," Juyeon climbed onto the bed, getting his dick out.
Oh god.
Eric scooted up the bed away from him.
Eric had never had anything in his ass before, and he didn't want to change that. Eric was straight, and not very adventurous.
Juyeon had the gun in his hand again, "You need to learn how to behave, and learn fast. I have no problem killing you."
Eric froze, shaking like a chihuahua, his eyes huge.
Juyeon grabbed Eric and pulled him underneath him, he pointed the gun at Eric's chest, over his heart, and held it there. Juyeon folded up Eric's legs with his other hand and lined his cock up with Eric's asshole.
Eric was sobbing, "Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."
Juyeon forced his dick inside him, and Eric screamed in pain.
"You're just as tight as I imagined," Juyeon thrust into him slowly, "But I didn't think you'd be so loud."
Eric was crying and wriggling all around, "OWW, OW, NO, STOP, STOP!"
Juyeon shoved the gun in Eric's mouth and cocked it.
Eric pissed himself.
That didn't bother Juyeon at all.
"Oh, pet, you take me so well," Juyeon pushed the gun so far down Eric's throat that it gagged him, then leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Eric was sobbing and writhing, hyperventilating and choking. Juyeon's cock inside him was unbearable agony, he wanted to save himself, but he was terrified and frozen in fear. Visions of his brains blasted against the mattress kept him still.
Those same visions got Juyeon off.
Juyeon took the gun out of Eric's mouth and pressed it against Eric's temple, "Tell me you love me."
"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Eric screamed.
Juyeon bashed Eric in the head with the gun and Eric blacked out.
If Eric had any presence of mind, he would be grateful that he blacked out, because when he came to, Juyeon wasn't fucking him anymore. Juyeon was dragging Eric across the room back over to the cage.
"Sorry I didn't last very long, you got me really excited. I knew you'd be something special," Juyeon shoved Eric back into the cage. "I love you."
Eric was bleeding from his ass and covered in piss, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He wasn't crying anymore or carrying on, he was silent. He was in shock.
Juyeon had broken Eric very easily.
Juyeon double-checked that the camera on the tri pod was aimed at the cage correctly, then he simply left the room. Eric heard the door lock.
Eric felt sick, his guts felt all rearranged and messed up, and he was cold. He shifted around restlessly in the cage, trying to find some comfort, but there was none to be found. He was so disoriented, so stunned and disturbed. He didn't know what to think about his situation. He tried to gather his thoughts and come up with some kind of game plan. Eric didn't want to die here.
Eric decided he would do whatever his psychotic captor asked of him, to save his skin. And when he got the chance, he would escape. He could survive this, if he was smart, and Eric did fancy himself as a smart boy.
Hours and hours passed, Eric didn't know how many. Since there were no windows in the room, he didn't know if it was night or day.
It certainly felt like Eric had been locked in the cage for days.
Eric was extremely tired.
Eventually, Juyeon came back.
"When you see me, you need to greet me. You're going to say 'hello, Master'. Go ahead and try that out," Juyeon said as he approached the cage.
"Hello, Master," Eric immediately offered, his throat dry and raspy.
"That's good. What lesson did you learn yesterday?" Juyeon crouched down to open the cage.
(Yesterday? How fucking long had Eric been here?)
"Uhh..." Eric didn't have an answer. He tried to think quickly, but his brain was mush.
Juyeon stood up and stood back, "Come out."
Eric crept out of the cage, timid, struggling a bit. His body was sore and stiff, his hands and arms were numb.
Juyeon revealed that he still had his gun with him and put it against the back of Eric's head, "Don't be stupid."
"You don't need that," Eric's heart was racing, "I'll be good... I... I learned my lesson."
Juyeon moved the gun down and put it between Eric's shoulder blades. They left the room and entered a dark hall. They didn't go far, they went right next door to another room. Juyeon unlocked the door and pushed Eric inside.
It was a small concrete room, a lot like a jail cell. There was a shower stall, a toilet, and a big dog bed in the corner. Nothing else. A dim light fixture hung from the ceiling.
Eric glanced back at Juyeon, wanting to ask a million questions that he wasn't allowed to utter.
"What is this?" Eric couldn't help himself.
Juyeon pistol whipped him on the back of the head, "You haven't learned anything. Take a shower. I will bring you a towel."
Juyeon tucked the gun into his waistband and unlocked Eric's handcuffs. He left, locking Eric inside.
"Fucking, fuck," Eric rubbed his head where he got hit. His arms felt like jelly. Better do as he says, he thought.
Eric went over to the shower, turned it on, and waited for the water to heat up. There was a little shelf on the shower wall for soap or whatever, on there sat toothpaste and a tooth brush. On the floor of the shower was the body wash and shampoo Eric always used. In fact, he was pretty sure those were his exact ones, taken from his house. That was unsettling. It made him wonder what else this guy had taken from Eric's home.
Eric looked around the little room. He spotted a camera up in the corner of the ceiling. Oh, so this guy was going to be watching Eric pissing and shitting, great. Eric got into the shower and hoped that Juyeon would bring him some clothes, he felt so awkward and uncomfortable being naked in front of him.
And the idea of escaping and running out of here in the nude wasn't ideal either.
When Eric was done, he turned off the water and stood there, dripping wet. Juyeon hadn't come back yet. Eric was already starting to get cold again. He stared up at the camera and waved at it, thinking maybe he was being watched.
That seemed to work, because a moment later Juyeon came in with a towel. Eric put out his hand to take it, but Juyeon just shook his head. He dried Eric off himself.
Well, this was weirdly intimate.
Eric was having a rush of thoughts. Should he blitz attack this guy, could he take him? He didn't seem to have his gun. What if it went wrong? The lock on the door was a code, Eric wouldn't even be able to get out.
Eric wasn't confident, he felt exhausted, he felt defeated.
Now was not the time.
When Juyeon was satisfied that Eric was dry enough, he turned to leave.
"Some clothes would be nice," Eric said hopefully.
Juyeon left the room.
Eric frowned and went to go sit on the dog bed in the corner. He didn't know that he'd been held captive for over 48 hours. He was super hungry and thirsty, his ass hurt, and he was incredibly tired.
What the hell was he going to do?
He curled up a pathetic little ball and passed out.
The next morning, at 5 a.m. (not that Eric knew that), Juyeon came into Eric's room, holding a tray. On the tray was a bowl of cereal, a plate of toast, and a glass of orange juice.
He stared at Eric expectantly.
Eric sat up on his dog bed and didn't say or do anything.
Juyeon scowled at him, "Aren't you going to greet me?"
"Oh," Eric cleared his throat, "Hello, Master."
"You're quite stubborn. Better learn to behave yourself," Juyeon put Eric's breakfast on the floor and left.
Eric was hesitant to eat. He was very hungry, but he was concerned that the food contained drugs or poison or something nefarious. On the other hand, if this man wanted to kill him, perhaps he would have shot him already?
Eric ate his food and drank his juice, then waited for Juyeon to return.
He didn't come back.
Eric spent his day bored out of his skull. He walked circles around the room, he did push ups and sit ups, things like that. He drank water from the shower now and then. Was this his life now?
Tedious, horrible, boredom?
Certainly, there must be a way out of this?
He wondered who was the first person to notice him missing and if they'd called the cops yet. He thought of his friends and family and what they must think. He sadly thought of his pet betta fish, Klaus, and hoped someone would look after him.
Eric had nothing but time on his hands. He was going to make it his mission to get on his Master's good side and win his trust. That seemed like the correct choice. He would do whatever he needed to do to befriend this... Serial killer? Psycho rapist? Eric wasn't absolutely sure what he was. Eric had faith in himself that he could succeed, Eric was likable, and charming. Surely Juyeon must think that too, since he kidnapped him?
When Juyeon entered the room 12 hours later, Eric was standing there, with a slight smile on his face.
"Hello, Master."
"Good evening, pet," Juyeon approached him, "Turn around, hands behind your back."
Eric obeyed, Juyeon handcuffed him.
Juyeon dragged him out of the room and to the next room over.
"If you put up a fight, you will learn very quickly why you shouldn't do that," Juyeon warned.
Eric looked down at the bloody mattress and all of his faith in himself fell apart and shattered right there on the floor. Eric was sensitive, not much for handling pain, and he didn't think he could go through with this again. He was still hurting inside from last time.
"Please, don't do this to me," Eric whimpered pitifully.
Juyeon shoved Eric down onto the bed. He loomed over him.
"This is going to be a little different. I know the gun scares you," Juyeon got a switchblade out of his pocket and flicked it open, "Let's try it with this."
"Jesus christ, someone fucking help me!" Eric yelled and fearfully scooted away from him.
Juyeon climbed onto the bed, essentially cornering Eric up against the wall, "If anything bad happens to me, you will die in here, I promise. Be disobedient and you will die. Be good now."
This felt so hopeless.
Eric broke down in tears, "I'll be good, please, don't hurt me."
Juyeon poked Eric in the belly with the knife, "Lie on your back."
Eric miserably complied, crying.
Juyeon took his dick out, held the back of Eric's thigh, and the knife sliced his skin. Eric started sobbing. Juyeon lined himself up and roughly forced his cock into Eric's ass.
"It hurts, it hurts, it fucking hurts!" Eric covered his face and screamed.
Juyeon pressed the blade up against Eric's throat, cutting him, "Tell me you love me."
"I love you!"
***
Eric's days all bled into eachother and more or less looked exactly the same. He spent most of his time in what he was now calling his "bedroom", and in the evening Juyeon would take him to spend a little time in what Eric called "the rape room".
Early every morning, Juyeon would bring Eric cereal, toast, and orange juice; varying cereals, but always the same toast and juice. He would also brush Eric's hair for him. Juyeon would leave, Eric would eat, then brush his teeth, and try his best not to go insane. He never got any lunch, he thought maybe that was because his Master had a job and was at work. In the evening, Juyeon would drag Eric out of his room to rape him, then throw him back to his room and tell him to take a shower. After Eric's shower, Juyeon always dried Eric off himself, which Eric disliked. Everytime Juyeon touched Eric's private parts, he was reminded of elementary school when they learned about "bad touches", and he felt like he was being molested.
Once a week, Juyeon would shave Eric's face for him.
About an hour or so after Eric's shower, Juyeon would bring him dinner on a tray. Always some home cooked meal Juyeon had made with a glass of milk. Juyeon would watch Eric eat on the camera, then come collect his dishes and tell him goodnight. Eric would curl up on his dog bed, naked and cold, and struggle to sleep.
Rinse and repeat.
Eric was hanging onto his sanity by a thread, the boredom was killing him. Juyeon seemed to realize this, and after having held Eric captive for about a month, he decided that Eric deserved to have a couple of things. One morning, after giving him breakfast, Juyeon returned to Eric's bedroom with a couple of thick Stephen King books, and an activity book with some crayons.
"Thank you, Master," Eric chirped.
At all hours, no matter where he was, Juyeon was watching Eric. All the cameras in the house were connected to Juyeon's phone. He watched Eric enthralled, entranced. Eric sitting on the floor staring at the wall was more exciting to Juyeon than any reel or tv show. He especially liked when Eric would do his little exercises, it made him think of the countless hours he'd spent watching him at the gym. He was so intrigued by him, so infatuated.
He noticed Eric reading the books, but not for very long before he put them back down.
"You don't like the books I gave you?" Juyeon asked Eric the following evening.
Eric flailed a bit, he couldn't get his only source of entertainment confiscated.
"No, no, Master, that's not it, I like them. It's just, reading gives me a headache without my glasses," Eric quickly explained, slightly pitiful.
"Hmm," Was Juyeon's only reply.
He left the room.
Soon, he returned, and he handed Eric his glasses, "Keep being good, and you'll earn more things."
Eric eagerly took them, "Thank you, Master, I'll be good."
Eric was stoked to have his glasses, but he was also a little bothered. What other things did Juyeon take from Eric's house?
Eric stayed curious.
***
Eric was a fast learner, and a good listener, so he only misbehaved once.
It was about a month into his captivity, Juyeon was escorting Eric from his bedroom to the rape room. Juyeon didn't have any hands on Eric, he expected that Eric knew what to do by now. Eric had his hands cuffed in the front, Juyeon wasn't worried about Eric resisting, but he liked it as a symbol of control.
Eric didn't want to endure the pain of what was about to forced upon him. He turned and ran down the hall as fast as he could, desperate, panicking, flailing. He didn't know the layout of the building, he didn't know where he was going, and still he ran.
Juyeon walked behind Eric at a leisurely pace.
There wasn't far to go.
The hall led to a door and nothing else, dead end. Eric grabbed the door knob and rattled it, screaming. It was locked.
Juyeon caught up to him and Eric fell to the floor, giving up, cowering.
"Please, please, I wanna go home!" Eric begged.
Juyeon stood over him, "Do you know what regret is, pet?"
"My name is Eric, I'm not your pet, let me go! Let me go, please!"
Juyeon grabbed Eric by the elbow and dragged him to where he was supposed to go, "Regret is the emotion that you're about to feel."
Juyeon brought Eric into the rape room and forced him down onto the battered, bloodied mattress. Eric was quiet and compliant, defeated, as Juyeon uncuffed his hands so he could tie him to the bed.
Eric lied there, tied up and helpless, as Juyeon stood beside him. He was toying with Eric's left hand, playing with his fingers.
"Now, you're usually very good, and this is your first offense, so I'm going to be extremely lenient with you," Juyeon held Eric's pinky finger, "Tell me when you feel the regret."
Juyeon bent Eric's finger all the way backward until it loudly snapped, breaking it.
"OWWW, JESUS FUCKING FUCK!" Eric screamed.
Juyeon took Eric's ring finger.
Snap.
Then his middle finger.
Snap.
Index finger.
Snap.
Eric was crying and screaming bloody murder, Juyeon stood back and watched him.
"Feeling regret?" Juyeon asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, I'm fucking sorry, oh my god," Eric sobbed, shaking, almost throwing up.
"Lay here and bask in that feeling, hmm, pet? I'll come back and make love to you later," Juyeon ruffled Eric's hair, then left the room.
That was a very harsh lesson to learn. Of course, Eric didn't recieve any medical attention, he didn't get so much as some Tylenol. He was left to suffer with his mangled fingers, which didn't heal right, and were left bent all wrong.
The pain dulled over time, but it never went away.
Eric despised his Master.
How could Juyeon say that he loved Eric when he treated him the way that he did? And then he expected love from Eric as well.
Did Juyeon even know what love was?
Eric was left with his thoughts for too long.
He was losing it a bit.
Maybe it was up to him to show Juyeon what proper love was.
Or maybe that was fucking insane to think.
Everything he thought seemed insane at this point.
But he had to do something.
Another month goes by.
Another evening, another unwanted dick appointment for straight boy Eric in the rape room. Eric was tied up to the bed, on his back, and Juyeon had him all folded up, fucking him. Eric had his face turned to the side, pressed into the bare, dirty mattress, his eyes squeezed shut. Juyeon had started using lube for this, and Eric had become used to getting fucked in the ass, so it hurt less than before. But it still hurt.
Eric had taught himself to dissociate to get through it. If he detached his mind from his body, he could cope with the torture of being violated.
In Eric's head, he wasn't there in that horrible little room with it's lights giving an artificial glow to everything around him. He was deep in an evergreen forest, sitting high up in a big tree. All around him branches swayed with the wind and rain; a calm, persistent shower that turned the soil dark brown. If he kept his focus on the sound of the rain falling, he was ok. He could smell the wet soil and feel the patters of rain drops on his arms.
"I love you, pet. You're so beautiful," Juyeon said, kissing Eric's chest, finishing inside him.
"I love you, too, Master," Eric replied miserably. He loathed him.
Juyeon must know Eric was faking it.
Maybe that didn't matter to him.
Juyeon untied Eric and walked him back to his room. Eric didn't have handcuffs on, Juyeon didn't have a weapon, no threats were necessary. Eric knew what was expected of him and did as he was told.
After his shower, and after being dried off, Eric was feeling bold. He knew he couldn't ask his Master any questions, but he thought perhaps he could make demands. Juyeon loved him, didn't he?
Before Juyeon left, Eric stopped him.
"Master," Eric pointed to his dog bed, "I want a blanket. I'm cold."
Juyeon didn't respond, just cocked his head curiously. He was surprised that Eric spoke up, because usually Eric never said anything at all. Juyeon walked out.
Later, after Juyeon cleared Eric's dinner dishes, he came back, and he gave Eric a grey blanket.
"Thank you, Master," Eric smiled cheerfully and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. It felt extremely good to have something after being naked and cold for so long.
Juyeon kissed Eric's cheek, which Eric absolutely hated but took with grace.
"Goodnight, pet. Sweet dreams."
Once Eric was alone, he sat down on his bed, all cuddled up in his blanket. He felt like the king of his cell. He wondered what else he could request. There were a lot of things that he wanted, but he didn't want to push his luck. He thought carefully about what it was that he wanted the most.
More than anything, Eric wanted to get out of his room and see the rest of the house. (It was a house, wasn't it..?) He couldn't escape from this hell if he remained cooped up in this tiny room. Would Juyeon ever take Eric out of here? Eric tried his very best to be obediant and prove himself trustworthy, he did everything that was asked of him, he never put up a fight, he didn't argue.
If Eric charmed the hell out of Juyeon, and phrased it just right, maybe there was a chance for him. What could Eric possibly do differently to charm him? Juyeon already looked at Eric with genuine affection in his eyes, like he truly adored him, although he sure had a fucked up way of showing it. Should Eric act like he enjoyed the rape? Or could it be as simple as kissing Juyeon back when he kissed him goodnight?
Eric would try it all, he'd do anything.
He needed to get out.
The next evening, Eric was pacing around his bedroom, waiting for Juyeon to come get him for their daily ritual.
Juyeon came in.
"Hello, Master," Eric smiled cheerfully, "Tell me about your day."
Juyeon looked confused and grabbed Eric's arm to lead him out, "Are you trying to small talk me?"
"Yes, I am. Tell me about your day, tell me how work went," Eric went along with him willingly to the next room.
Juyeon punched Eric in the ribs so hard that Eric stumbled into the wall.
"No questions. You know better."
Eric held his side, wincing, "That was a statement, not a question."
Juyeon shoved Eric into the rape room, "Keep being a smart ass and I'm going to do something far worse to you."
Well, so much for charming him.
Eric wasn't giving up yet, though.
Eric hopped onto the bed on his own and put his hands up against the metal headboard, assuming the position, waiting for Juyeon to tie him up. Juyeon tied up Eric's hands and got right to it, like he always did.
Master wasn't much for romance, Eric thought, never any foreplay either.
Eric giggled stupidly to himself under his breath.
Juyeon noticed that but ignored him.
Once Juyeon pushed his cock inside Eric, Eric immediately broke off into his fantasy land, but he stopped himself. He tried to be present and figure out how to milk any joy out of this. It seemed impossible. Juyeon fucking him didn't feel good in any capacity, it was just uncomfortable and painful and horrid.
Do something, anything, Eric told himself.
Eric moaned.
Juyeon paused, "Bad acting."
Then he kept fucking him.
Eric stared up at the ceiling.
Gay guys liked getting fucked in the ass, why couldn't Eric? Maybe Juyeon was just lousy at it. Eric thought if he could touch his dick perhaps that would help.
"Untie me," Eric whimpered.
Again, Juyeon ignored him.
As hard as he tried, Eric couldn't help it; he logged out and dissociated.
The next day, Eric tried again.
He pounced onto the bed, "Don't tie me up today. I wanna be... Active... In this."
Juyeon had a vacant look on his face, "Your body can be trained to not feel pain. You can disconnect. I know that you know this. I know you go away when we make love."
Eric tried not to be too hesitant, "I think we can improve on this. I- I'm not gonna try anything stupid. I don't know the code for the door."
Juyeon didn't really trust Eric, but he was curious, "What is it that you want to do?"
"I dunno. I wanna try to jack off. Maybe we can kiss or something," Eric thought maybe that would be worse actually now that he said it out loud. But he had said it. Kissing Juyeon? Repulsive. Eric would have to do some real mental gymnastics.
Juyeon smiled, which is something he rarely did. He was so intrigued by Eric. None of his previous pets had ever suggested something like this.
He had never loved one of his pets the way that he loved this one.
Juyeon sat beside Eric on the bed and stroked his thigh, "I forgive you, pet."
Eric had to use all of his willpower not to shrink away from Juyeon's touch.
"Thank you, Master," Eric replied, not knowing what the hell Juyeon was referring to.
"I watched you take so many different girls home with you, to your bed. You didn't know you were cheating on me. I forgive you," Juyeon reached up and pet the side of Eric's face.
Ok, yeah, speaking of girls, maybe Eric should just pretend that Juyeon was a girl. He knew he needed to make some kind of move here. He wasn't sure that he had it in him.
(Just fucking do it.)
Eric leaned forward and kissed Juyeon softly on the lips, a simple kiss, just to start. Eric pulled back a little and looked into Juyeon's eyes to gage his reaction.
Juyeon was smiling and blushing bright red.
Oh wow, he really did feel some kind of way about Eric.
Eric decided to go for it.
He took Juyeon's hands, lied back on the bed, and pulled Juyeon down on top of him. He spread his legs so Juyeon could fit between them. He could feel that Juyeon was hard when he pressed against him, so clearly this was already working. Eric wrapped his arms around Juyeon's shoulders and kissed him again. Juyeon kissed him back, he put his tongue in Eric's mouth.
Eric had never kissed another man before, let alone made out with one, but it really wasn't all that different. Eric wasn't himself right now, he was in some other mode, so it didn't matter. He was going to be who he thought Juyeon wanted him to be.
Juyeon stopped kissing him and pulled away. He took his cock out of his pants and picked up the bottle of lube that was sitting on the mattress. This was always the worst part.
Eric put his arms out, "Come back, kiss me more."
"No, that's enough of that," Juyeon slicked his dick up and folded Eric's legs up.
Eric closed his eyes and tried to relax like he'd learned to do, he took a deep breath as Juyeon pushed his cock inside him.
God, it hurt.
"Kiss me, kiss me, please," Eric begged.
Juyeon leaned down and kissed his lips, his jaw, his neck, "I love you, pet."
"I love you, too, Master," Eric whimpered, in pain. He ventured to touch himself, but his dick was hopelessly flaccid. He tried anyway.
Eric went into his mind and tried to conjure up horny thoughts, memories of sex that were leagues better than whatever the hell he was going through now. Thoughts of getting his cock sucked, sloppy and drunk, thoughts of hot women, eager and wet.
He dick twitched vaguely in his hand, participating against it's will.
He kissed Juyeon, hard, desperate.
Juyeon was breathing fast though, like he was already going to orgasm. How dare Juyeon cum fast when Eric was trying to enjoy it! He must have really liked the kissing.
Juyeon wrapped his arms around Eric, held him close, and came deep inside him.
"Oh, you're beautiful, you're so beautiful," Juyeon panted in Eric's ear.
Eric lied still, his chest rising and falling a bit shakily, waiting for Juyeon to pull out.
Juyeon got off of Eric, and off of the bed. He put his dick back in his pants.
"I liked that," Eric lied cheerfully, "I think that was better."
Juyeon didn't offer any reply. He grabbed Eric by his good hand (oh, ok, holding hands) and dragged him back to his bedroom.
Same ol' routine from there.
There was one slight deviation from the routine, though.
When Juyeon served Eric his dinner, there was something extra on his tray.
A chocolate cupcake.
Eric grinned.
Maybe Juyeon was easier than he thought.