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Survive.
That was the only word that ran through Jun-ho’s mind as he was led away from the other VIPs by the man in the tiger mask. Survive. Survive, and get out. Survive, and find his brother, because he couldn't let himself be killed here, or worse, let the disgusting VIP in front of him use his body however he wanted. It was taking every ounce of willpower in Jun-ho’s body to resist the urge to fight back now, and run away. But he couldn’t. Not yet. They were still in the hallway, and making a scene right here was too risky.
He wouldn’t be able to survive that way.
No, he had to make his move when he was alone. The VIP with him would be easy to take down, and then he’d make his escape. He’d find In-ho somehow after that — he didn’t know how, but he would .
His thoughts were interrupted when the man suddenly stopped in front of a large door. He turned to Jun-ho, and though Jun-ho couldn’t see his face underneath his golden mask, he could clearly hear the smirk in the VIP’s voice. “We’re here, darling.”
Jun-ho fought to keep his hands steady, nodding stiffly once and trying not to let his fear and disgust show. Thank god he still had on his black mask — if not, the man would definitely see his expression falter. He watched, heart racing, as the VIP pushed open the door, before gesturing for him to enter.
Survive.
He took a deep breath, then stepped into the patterned room, barely resisting the urge to flinch as the VIP slammed the door closed, the distinctive click of a lock loudly resonating in the silence.
He let himself be led to a seat, keeping his head low as he sat. When the VIP ordered him to remove his mask, he did, slowly, keep his expression neutral when his face was finally revealed. Almost, he told himself. Almost. A few more seconds, when he’s finally let down his guard, then you can finally make your move.
He felt the man’s pudgy fingers take a hold of his chin, tilting his head up so that their eyes met. Brown on glittering blue.
The man licked his lips, “If you can satisfy me in the next five minutes, I’ll change your life.”
Fuck you , Jun-ho wanted to spit, but bit his tongue. Bile rose in his throat when the man’s free hand dipped to the knot of his robe, the implications of how he wanted Jun-ho to satisfy him made blatantly clear.
When the man’s robe finally slipped off to pool at his feet, Jun-ho saw his chance. It had to be now, when the VIP was relaxed, without a care in the world. All he had to do was catch the older man off guard, pull out his gun, and get all the information he could about the ‘game’ — and hopefully, his brother too.
But just as he was about to make his move, just as he was about to attack, Jun-ho’s eyes landed on something in the corner of the ceiling. Something, that because of his anxiety and nervousness, had missed earlier.
A camera.
And just like that, Jun-ho’s plan shattered to pieces. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach. This changed everything. With a camera, he couldn’t do anything, unless he wanted the army of masked men to show up at the door with guns drawn in seconds. He was helpless, completely at the mercy of the VIP in front of him.
He was trapped.
He felt the man’s hand land on his head, lacing his fingers between strands of Jun-ho’s hair. “Well?” the man urged, voice laced with impatience. “Don’t keep me waiting, sweetheart.”
“W-Wait!” Jun-ho pulled back, unable to keep his voice from trembling. He pointed with a shaking hand to the camera, desperately praying to anything, anyone, that he could save himself. “There’s a- There’s a camera. People c-can see us.”
He had hoped that the man would be dissuaded by that, but the VIP merely let out a chuckle, the sound making Jun-ho’s stomach twist painfully into knots.
“All the better,” the man purred, his hand returning to grip Jun-ho’s hair. “I like having a bit of an audience. It makes everything so much more exciting, don’t you think so?”
And then he began to pull Jun-ho towards his dangling cock.
No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this wasn’t what he had planned. Every single cell inside of him, every single nerve, was screaming at Jun-ho to fight, to get the man’s filthy hands off him and get as far away from this hellhole as possible. Yet, for some reason, his limbs remained frozen, arms locked stiffly by his side as the man’s fingers brushed across his lips.
“Open up, darling,” the VIP cooed. “Put that pretty mouth to good use, c’mon now…”
Run, his mind screamed . Run, you fucking idiot, run, now! He had to get up and get out of here, as far away as possible.
But if he did, he’d be caught. He’d be caught because of that goddamn camera with its lens pointed straight at him. And if he was caught, then, if In-ho was still alive — (he had to believe alive, Jun-ho refused to believe otherwise) — then he’d be condemning his brother to a certain death. There was no way they wouldn’t punish In-ho because of what his brother had done, and even on the off-chance that they didn’t, he would die in this twisted game.
Jun-ho couldn’t let that happen.
He had to endure this. For In-ho.
For his brother.
Slowly, agonizingly, he forced his jaw to relax. The man let out a pleased noise above him, his gold mask glinting in the glow of the overhead lights, pushing Jun-ho’s head closer to his groin.
“Suck,” the man commanded, and Jun-ho squeezed his eyes shut.
For In-ho. You have to protect your brother.
So he leaned forward and took the man’s cock in his mouth.
Immediately, he gagged, reflex kicking in as he instinctively tried to pull away from the disgusting, fleshy weight on his tongue. But out of nowhere, the VIP’s grip tightened on his hair, yanking him forwards and thrusting harshly into Jun-ho’s throat.
“No struggling,” he heard the man grunt above him, but Jun-ho barely heard him. His body was kicking into panic mode, hands flying up to push at the man’s thighs, but the VIP was sturdier than he thought and barely budged. The man let out a few curses as Jun-ho’s body shook, tears stinging his eyes as his throat convulsed around the dick being inside his mouth. Without thinking, he balled his hands into fists, but before he could make a move the VIP spoke again:
“Don’t fucking move.” His voice was gruffer this time, angry. “Or else I’ll report you to the Front Man.”
The threat triggered something inside of him, a terror that overrode the fear he was currently experiencing. The Front Man — the man in the black mask, the one in charge of the entire place. If he was reported, he’d be killed, and if he was killed…
In-ho would be, too.
Something wet and warm slipped down his cheek. It was only when the VIP wiped the liquid away did Jun-ho realize he was crying.
“You look pretty when you cry, you know that?” the man murmured, voice softer this time. He pulled his hard cock out of Jun-ho’s mouth, giving him a few seconds to breathe, before tapping Jun-ho’s cheek with his dick — a reminder that his torment was not over yet. “Now, be good and open your mouth.”
And Jun-ho did.
What else could he do? There were no other options — it was this or death, and Jun-ho couldn’t die, not before saving In-ho. So he hollowed his cheeks around the man’s cock, resigning himself to his fate. At this point, all he could do was try and get this over as quickly as possible. He’d never been with a man before, had never given a blowjob of his own, but he had hooked up with girls a few times and tried to remember how they used to pleasure him.
He pulled back, letting the man’s cock slip out of his mouth, before taking it in his hand and licking across the tip, grimacing at the salty taste of precum. The man let out a pleased groan — a good sign. Perhaps Jun-ho was doing something right. He swallowed the vomit making its way up his throat and did it again, peppering little kitten licks up and down the man’s cock and stroking the length with his hand at the same time.
It was disgusting, revolting, every suck and lick that he made making him feel sick. His head was spinning, too, and his throat was raw from the man’s prior abuse and from Jun-ho’s unshed tears. He’d never felt so dirty in his life, but he didn’t stop — he was doing this for his brother, In-ho’s name a repeating mantra in his mind.
For In-ho, for In-ho, you have to save In-ho…
“Shit,” the man gasped above him, his voice breathy with pleasure. He knocked Jun-ho’s hand out of the way before thrusting shallowly into Jun-ho’s mouth, using him like a doll. Jun-ho forced his body to comply, letting the VIP use him however he pleased. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good…”
He didn’t know how long they stayed like that, Jun-ho on his knees with the man fucking into his mouth. It felt like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Time blurred together here. All Jun-ho could do was sit and take it, trying not to think about what was happening to him, doing his best to shut it all out.
When the man finally came, shooting salty, bitter cum in his throat, Jun-ho barely reacted. The man cooed at him to swallow and he did, throat working on its own, his mind feeling strangely disconnected from his body. He slumped against the wall when the man finally stepped away from him, slipping on his robe and adjusting his golden mask. Jun-ho’s entire body felt like lead, and all he could do was watch when the VIP patted him on the head, like he was a dog.
“That wasn’t bad,” he commented, in the same tone of voice that someone would use when commenting on food they’d been served. He stepped aside and took a hold of Jun-ho’s chin, tilting his head up and oh god, the camera.
He’d forgotten about the camera.
A tremor ran down Jun-ho’s spine, and he choked back a sob. How many people had watched him? How many people had seen him at his lowest, sucking cock like a- like a whore?
He turned to look at the man, pleadingly, mind racing as he tried to beg for him to get the tape, to destroy it, to erase the existence of everything that happened here. But the words wouldn’t form, and all Jun-ho could do was let out shaky, wet sobs as the man leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Good boy,” he murmured, before stepping away. “I enjoyed that.”
And with that, he was gone, leaving Jun-ho alone and shaking in the room with the bitter taste of cum in his mouth.