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“I wanna try topping.”
Big whispered the words in between them, like they were his deepest and darkest secret he’d ripped from the depths of his heart. His eyes fixed on his hands wringing in his lap. Nervousness oozed off his skin in waves so strong Chan felt it influence him. His heart sped up and he started thinking of ways to calm his boyfriend down. Everything took him so off guard he didn’t properly digest Big’s words until the younger started rambling.
“I know you’ve said you don’t do it and I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, but I’ve never done it before—I’ve never been with anyone but you—and I just wanna know how it feels, because I never got to experiment and I’m just curious but I don’t think I’m gonna wanna do it often because I really like you fucking me—like
really
like it—but you always tell me to tell you what I want and like and-”
“My love,” Chan said, stopping Big’s tirade with a hand cupping his cheek and forcing him to look up. “My sweet, precious, lovely boy, I’m so proud of you for telling me.” A darling blush crept across Big’s cheeks. “And you know I could never deny you anything, my sweet, but you’re right I don’t want you to fuck me. I do, however, have a very important question for you.”
“Hm?” Big hummed, nuzzling into Chan’s hand still at his cheek.
“How would you feel about topping someone else? Inviting a third into our bed?”
“Would you be there?”
“The entire time, my love.”
Big opened his eyes, staring like the bambi he was into Chan’s dark ones. “Okay.”
—
Something was stirring deep within. Something that hadn’t been awakened in
years
. All thanks to two words. Whispered in his ear in passing. Like it was all an accident and he had to question if it was all real.
He felt himself slipping.
In a way he hadn’t in years.
Pretty princess
.
princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess
Ring over and over like a hymn in Kim’s head. All in Chan’s deep timber voice. Whispered into his neck minutes ago. Groaned into the same place, balls-deep in his ass years ago. Bit out as his hand made contact with the red and swollen skin off his thighs as Kim counted the spanks. Said with reverence as Chan gently washed him after he’d had his way with him.
But that had all ended years ago. Right when Kim turned eighteen and moved out of the compound. When Chan stopped having direct access to his rooms at all hours of the day.
Kim hadn’t simply escaped Korn – but Chan too.
Until now.
He was back.
—
“Be a good boy and wait here, my darling. Don’t move.” Chan pressed a kiss to Big’s forehead before leaving him sitting in the middle on the bed. In the middle of
Khun Kim’s
bed.
Of course, Big had been here many times before. Making sure the youngest of his masters got out of bed or grabbing enough guns or delivering details of gruesome missions his father wanted him to lead. It had never been a good experience entering this bedroom – Kim had a very bad morning temper. But he’d never been here with Chan. And he’d never been alone in here.
Nor
on his master’s bed
.
He’d do anything to hear Chan say those words to him again.
Good boy
. So, he stayed put. Legs folded beneath him and hands neatly placed upon his knees. It didn’t really matter to him that he was on Khun Kim’s bed, because Chan had told him to sit here – told him it was okay and he was allowed. Told him he’d be a
good boy
if he kept sitting where he sat.
So, that’s exactly what Big intended to do. Closing his eyes and preparing for whatever Chan had cooked up for them. It was always a good time. Always left him floating among the clouds.
>> <<
It had been a week since Chan whispered those words as he walked by.
Pretty princess
. A week of agonizing paranoia that had Kim looking over his shoulder at every turn.
Pretty princess
. A week of never following his schedule and taking long detours wherever he went.
Pretty princess
. It followed him in his sleep, to his studio and as Chan’s eyes bored into his neck while playing chess with his father.
“My sweet, pretty princess. That’s what you are, aren’t you? The princess of the Theerapanyakul family? Only useful to the family as a thing to sell off to the highest bidder when they need a new ally. They’d pay millions for a deal with your father and, if you listen to your new owners, they might even use lube when they fuck you.”
Kim was thirteen when it started. Before then it was nothing but lingering looks and badly hidden smirks.
“It’s bound to happen. No matter how hard you try to run away and distance yourself, your father will always haul you back into his claws. But I can help you. Teach you.”
Chan’s hands started wandering as he guided him in and out of Korn’s office. Pressed closer during shooting practice. Held on longer when they sparred. And at fourteen the hard bulge of Chan’s cock pressed into his ass as the guard helped Kim stretch.
Stretch
. It was a bad cover up for getting his hands on Kim’s still developing body. Holding him down and forcing him into more and more compromising positions.
“If you let me help you, it will all be easier later. I’ll teach you how to be a good boy, how to follow orders and how to take care of the people who finally buy you from your father. I’ll make you into the pretty princess you’re supposed to be.”
His father signed off on Chan taking full charge of his education and upbringing. Gave his trusted guard complete access to his youngest son’s life and being. Chan had a key to Kim’s suit, final say in his schedule and oversaw all his training. Made sure they were always alone in the gym.
No eyewitnesses
. But Kim was sure his father knew exactly what was going on. Had approved Chan’s idea. Encouraged it. It made Kim even more valuable. He’d be able to get a better deal.
“A pretty princess only made to kill targets and get fucked. I’ll teach you to sharpshoot just as well as you take cock. You’ll live for nothing but your next assignment and getting stuffed by your new owner.”
Kim hadn’t realized what happened before it was too late. Chan eased everything in slowly into his young mind. Guiding touches morphing into wandering hands and then to grabbing and slapping.
“My pretty princess. It won’t hurt if you stay still and listen to what I say. I’ll make you feel good. Taught you so well, didn’t I?”
Kim was fifteen the first time Chan fucked him. Called it a reward. Had even pet his hair and called him ‘good’ afterwards. Kim didn’t feel good. He felt sticky and wrong.
“My slutty little princess. You love this don’t you?”
He didn’t. But everytime Chan said those words. Words that had made Kim feel special in the beginning. Seen. Understood.
Loved
. And before Kim could turn around and run the other way it had become a command.
Pretty princess
.
There was no saying no when those words were whispered into the skin of his neck.
Pretty princess
.
And a part of him—a sick, twisted and fucked up part Kim had tried to hide away—wanted to laugh and smile. That part had missed Chan during all those years. Longed for his attention and touches.
Pretty princess
.
Kim wanted it.
princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess princess
Kim didn’t want it. He felt sick.
—
Somewhere in the apartment a door opened and closed. Chan spoke. Another answered. Big strained his ears to make out the words, but he couldn’t. The voices grew louder. Argumentative and angry.
A slap loud enough to shake the door reached Big. Then a scream. Then silence. Then crying.
Wet and panicked sobbing.
Creeping closer.
—
“There you are, princess.”
Kim stopped dead inside the door to his apartment, heart plummeting into the basement far below. Chan sat sprawled out on the couch, smiling darkly at his target. Ready to pounce. He’d known this moment was coming. Knew since the words had been spoken a week ago, but he still wasn’t ready. He didn’t-
“No,” Kim said. A word he’d never been able to say to Chan. Never without gruesome consequence.
But that had been old Kim. The young teenager who didn’t understand exactly what Chan had done to him. Now he knew the concept of grooming and exactly how the bodyguard had managed to do what he did.
“No.” He took a deep breath. “I need you to leave or I’ll call the guards.”
Chan stood from the couch and stretched, the shirt opened at the collar revealing the swells of his pecs. His smirk grew darker. “There will be no guards for you to call, sweetheart.” Chan took a step toward Kim. “I dismissed them all.”
Breath escaped him. His ears rang. No matter how much Kim had trained and gotten better since his escape from his father and Chan, he knew he’d never be able to take the bodyguard down. Their difference in size and pure strength was too big. He felt his whole person shake and break down even now. From just looking at the man.
“And I thought we’d talked about that word,” Chan continued as he stopped right before Kim. “You’re not in a position where you can say ‘no’ —you never are— but maybe it’s been too long since our last lesson.”
Kim’s stomach followed his heart as it plummeted through the floor below him. “You can’t do that. No.” His voice came out louder than he expected. Shrill.
Desperate
.
“Now.” Chan crossed his arms, widening his stance. “I will excuse some disobedience considering I left you alone for so long, but if you continue to break the rules there will be consequences. You know this, princess.”
“Leave me alone!” Kim screamed. Hands clenched with nails digging into his skin. Everything was slipping. “I don’t want this. You have to leave-”
SLAP
Kim didn’t even see Chan’s hand as it flew through the air. He only felt the zing of pain as it connected to his cheek. The heat and embarrassment as it flowed through his body. Time stopped. Tears sprung to his eyes.
He hadn’t cried since he was fifteen and Chan fucked the last bit of emotion out of him.
Fingers brushed lightly over his no-doubt red cheek. Kim fought the instinct to jerk away from Chan’s touch, it would only bring more pain. Tears were brushed away, like he was something precious. He knew he wasn’t.
“Kneel,” Chan growled only an inch away from his face.
But Kim couldn’t get his body to respond. Frozen in place. Eyes leaking like a faucet. Chan’s hand traveled from his cheek to the nape of his neck, grip tightening. Fingers braided into his hair, so hard it hurt. Chan pushed him down on the floor.
A scream ripped out without Kim’s approval.
Chan bent down, lips dancing at the shell of his ear. “I have a surprise for you, my pretty princess. Are you going to be a good boy and listen to me now?”
For the first time in a year Kim let himself cry freely, Chan’s hand at his neck sickeningly comforting. Sobs wracked his body, destroying his vocal chords so much his manager would berate him, and Chan dragged him by his hair toward his bedroom.
—
The door opened and Chan entered with a body dragging behind him. Big knew that head of hair anywhere. Had worked for that head of hair for many, many years.
Khun Kim
.
“My love,” Chan said, breathing hard. He looked wild. It lit a fire low in Big’s stomach. “I told you you won’t fuck me, but the pretty princess here gracefully offered up his body for some experimentation.” Kim landed in a heap of tears and limbs on the floor where Chan threw him.
Big felt himself get hard.
—
“Make sure to warm it up properly first,” Chan said somewhere from behind him. Big hummed as the squelch of lube rubbed between fingers filled the room. “You want to make it as comfortable as possible for the one you prep.”
Kim was lying on his stomach, hands tied above his head and a thick pillow showed under his hips. His clothes lay discarded wherever Chan had deigned to throw them as Big’s eyes had never strayed from his body while they all got naked. It was Kim trying to keep a smidge of his dignity in front of the third that caused his hands to get tied. It was strange having a new person in the room while they played.
Chan had never been one to share.
But maybe love has changed that fact.
He couldn’t turn around and look at what the two men did, and all he could feel was the bed dipping and rising as they moved around. Chan hadn’t said a word to him since tying his hands, now only speaking to
his love
.
His darling
.
His good boy
.
Kim didn’t want to feel jealous, but it burned through his body.
Chan used to be his. He used to be Chan’s.
He would
always
be Chan’s
pretty princess
. At least in some corner of his twisted mind.
Fingers prodded at his rim, spreading lube and bringing fear. Kim hadn’t had anything in his ass since the last time Chan fucked him before he left the compound. Feeling Big’s fingers there now was enough to send him into a panic. Scrambling, screaming, scratching at his own wrists.
A hand smacked hard down on his ass, making him turn straight back to quiet sobbing. “Stay quiet or I’ll gag you, doll.” Chan’s voice was hard, his breath wet, and his words spoken right into his ear.
Big’s finger slipped in. Quick. Deep.
Wide
. He screamed again as pain zipped up his spine. Everything was happening too fast. It was too much. He couldn’t stop sobbing. It was getting louder and louder. Tenser and tenser. Three fingers were unceremoniously shoved into his mouth.
“I said
shut it
,” Chan hissed. “Big won’t hear his lesson if you keep fussing like this. You have to take it slow, my darling, otherwise you may hurt the bottom.” The last sentence was directed at Big. His
darling
student. “Now, our pretty princess here can take some pain, so feel free to explore to your heart's content.” Chan smacked his ass again as to showcase his twisted words. Kim groaned around his thick fingers. Tongue and lips instinctually licking and sucking around them.
“Good job,” Kim heard Chan saying. “Now add a second finger.”
Kim braced himself for a second pang of pain, but it didn’t come. Instead Big’s middle finger gently prodded at his entrance before slowly sliding in, even grazing his prostate on the way. Moaning around Chan’s fingers he felt himself grow hard for the first time that night. He didn’t want it. Didn’t want to feel pleasure, but his body kept betraying him. As did his thoughts.
Big was a quick student it seemed and instantly caught on to where Kim’s most sensitive points were, and soon enough all Kim could do was
feel
. Somewhere in the back of his brain he registered Chan rambling instructions and praise, but it didn’t feel important. He knew it wasn’t for him. So, he allowed himself to be greedy and take whatever pleasure he was given. Before it was taken away.
His fingers curled around the metal bars of his bed frame and gripped tight to ground himself. But still felt himself in danger of floating away. He didn’t want to lose control, but knew it was inevitable. He never stood a chance when Chan was involved.
—
He’d never felt anything like it.
Hot. Tight.
Wet
.
Being inside Kim was everything he thought it would be, but also not quite. The moment he sank in to the hilt he knew topping wasn’t for him. He felt slightly empty and
good
. It wasn't mind blowing and amazing like when Chan fucked him. But still nice. But he knew deep down he wouldn’t want to do it often.
Chan’s hand—as if his lover had read his mind—traveled down his back and he pushed a finger into Big’s ass dry. The pressure and pain was enough to hurl him towards the edge.
—
Big wasn't a very enthusiastic top. He didn’t pound into Kim like Chan used to do, but took his time and fucked him thourougly and deep. He was a natural at finding Kim’s prostate and it didn't take long for him to feel that tell-tale tightening low in his stomach.
Fighting with himself for control of his own mind as pleasure started overtaking, Kim began whimpering. Blinking the haze away from his gaze, suckling intently on Chan’s fingers, and digging his nails into his skin as best as he could. He did everything he could to tether himself to reality, but as Big picked up the pace, clearly chasing his own release, he knew he was losing.
”It’s alright, my love,” Chan said, sounding out of breath somewhere above Kim. ”You can come. Fill him up well.”
And although Kim knew the words weren’t directed at him, he started grinding against the mattress and letting go to start floating away. It only took a couple of more grazes of Big’s cock against his sensitive walls for him to groan around Chan’s fingers and spill into the sheets underneath him.
Big soon followed and pulsed inside him, emptying himself completely. And with that Kim felt himself lose himself completely to Chan and Big’s ministrations and soar into the clouds.
When he came back to himself again he was sandwiched between the two men in his own bed. Sheets changed, his body cleaned up and all of them were wearing soft pajamas.
—
They were sitting in Kim’s giant bathtub, the fucked out and pliable boy between them in the warm water. Chan worked on cleaning out Big’s cum of Kim’s ass, as Big scrubbed Kims front.
”So,” Chan started, looking pointedly at Big. ”What did you think?”
”I did like it.” Big stopped washing Kim and met the eyes of his lover. ”But I like getting fucked more.”
Chan chuckled. ”Of course you do, my perfect darling.” He leaned over Kim’s shoulder seeking Big’s lips—which he happily provided—and they kissed leisurely with the unconscious youngest master between them.
”But it would be really hot to watch while you fuck him.” Big broke apart with a hand on Chan’s cheek. ”Like you used to.” The darkness in their eyes matched in intensity and greed.