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Hwei did not like this end of town. A series of floating docks and ships, rats that ate your entire foot if you didn't pay attention, and a variety of sailors, all with their own unique felony convictions.
Naturally, Hwei wore a disguise to avoid being recognized as the Koyehn heir. Where there was wealth, there was risk, especially here. However, there was some issues with his persona. He was portraying himself as a woman. It wasn't that Hwei minded it, in fact he enjoyed the excuse to do some heavier makeup, style his hair, and get away with wearing a dress. Gods forbid a man enjoy the breeze. The true issue came in with regards to the nature of being a woman in a region that he was realizing was especially sexist. Women could hold power, and did! But Hwei wasn't a Miss Fortune type, he didn't have a reputation that would intimidate lecherous men. Rather, his soft demeanor in such a lawless land (or lack thereof) was attracting a great deal of unwanted attention. The only saving grace was that once men reached under his skirt to fondle his ass, their hands would inevitably brush up against his balls and scare them off.
Luckily, Hwei was on his way out, taking a ship from the south of Bilgewater and towards Ixtal. He let out a sigh of relief as he settled in amidst the other passengers. Jhin was nowhere to be seen in Bilgewater, but he had some leads. The passengers on this ship were mostly tourists on their way out, so against his better judgement, he allowed himself to drift off.
He awoke to shouts and cries as the tourists aboard the ship ran in panic. Ghoulish howls echoed out as a black mist filled the air. Before Hwei could reach for his brush, he was pinned to his seat, two glowing eyes staring down at him. A damp cloth was pressed against his face and his mind began to spiral. The last thing he heard was “I am sorry, Isolde”.
He awoke, again, on a soft, albeit dusty bed. The room was rather ornate, and looked like a western castle with grey stone walls. Hwei wondered for a moment if perhaps he had been rescued from whatever had occurred on their boat, however, that thought quickly left his mind as sharp footsteps approached.
Those same glowing eyes from earlier stared at him from the doorway. The man was tall and toned, yet pale enough to make Hwei look tan by comparison.
“Isolde…”
“Excuse me?” Hwei piped up, sitting up in the bed defensively. He noticed his brush had thoughtfully been brought with him, and was sitting on the other side of the room.
“I know it is you, my love, perhaps you have simply forgotten…” the man approached. “It is me, Viego.”
“I-I don't know you and I think you have the wrong person,” Hwei scootched back on the bed as Viego crawled onto the foot of it. “I'm not even-”
“Please Isolde, allow me to remind you.”
And with that, Hwei was pinned down by the paler man and kissed. No subtlety either, as a tongue was promptly crammed into his mouth. Hwei thrashed and tried to pull away, even attempting to bite the offending tongue, but his teeth passed right through… Suddenly it all clicked. Hwei had experienced a Harrowing, and now he has been kidnapped by one of the spirits!
Hwei continued flailing until the ghost pulled away, eliciting a sigh of relief. However, this was short lived, as Viego's hands began feeling up his body harshly. He groped on the painter's hips, up his stomach, and into the top of his dress, rubbing against the lace bra that he had worn. Cold fingers slithered inside the bra and began pulling on his nipples and pinching them, which caused Hwei to let out a shameful whine. Viego's ministrations continued until Hwei cried out.
“Stop! P-please…” Hwei was about to cry from not only being kidnapped and assaulted, but by the fact that his nipples were a very sensitive spot. A tent was poking up in the skirt of his dress.
“...” Viego suddenly lifted Hwei's skirt, seeing the very pronounced erection straining in his lace-trim panties. (Unfortunately Hwei's commitment to the costume was to his own detriment now.) “You are not Isolde…”
“Th-That's what I've been trying to tell you! Please let me go and I-I won't tell anyone!”
Viego paused, wordless and motionless as he seemingly came to grips with his error, before procuring a dagger from his belt. “I have a different proposition,” Viego tugged down Hwei's panties and pressed the dagger to the side of his shaft. “You act as my wife, and I will not cut off your manhood. If you disagree, I will castrate you and breed you like the woman you so clearly wish to be.”
Hwei flinched from the cold metal, but unfortunately not even a sharp dagger would kill his shameful boner. At any other time the notion would have reminded him of Jhin, but at the current moment, all he could do was sob.
“I-I never meant to trick you-”
“Liar! Deceiver! Deviant! Luring men to sin in homosexual behavior, sickening!” Viego sharply slapped Hwei across the face, but did retract the dagger.
As the painter continued to sob, he paused to take a deep breath, understanding the need to cooperate. “... So your wife… how does she act?”
Viego's expression finally softened. “She was beautiful, elegant, kind… tell me I am your husband. Your King... express your love to me… Isolde.” With that, his undead fingers slid down to Hwei's entrance.
His sphincter puckered at the cold skin, but as Viego pressed and pressed, harder and harder, his muscles gave way and the finger slid in. It felt almost slimy once inside of him, which Hwei could only reason that it was ectoplasm of some sort.
Much to Hwei's growing disgust with himself, a moan escaped his lips as Viego, seemingly by pure accident, managed to rub his prostate.
“Aah, I forgot how sensitive you are, my darling” Viego smiled at Hwei with blank eyes.
This spirit was so far wrapped in his delusions that Hwei wondered if he could escape… Perhaps if he played his role well enough, he might be able to garner some leniency. Otherwise he feared he might be chained down for an eternity.
Hwei was ripped from his plotting as a second finger entered and began grinding against his prostate. This time he couldn't stop the pathetic whines and whimpers that left his mouth. After a moment of pause, Hwei remembered his role.
“Ah, m-my love…”
Hwei felt bile rise in his throat from the phrase. Despite his unwavering erection, he felt sick to his stomach that he was simply allowing this to happen to himself. Being groped was something he was unfortunately used to, but being raped was an entirely different torture. And even with all of the shame and disgust burning in his chest, his cock still dribbled precum. Unfortunately Hwei was rather pent up, only having the chance to relieve his tensions on the occasions that he felt truly safe. And likewise Hwei was choosing to save himself for when he found Jhin, so casual hookups were also off the table. This left him touch-starved and even easier to stimulate than usual. With each pass of Viego's fingers grinding against his prostate, more pre was milked from him. Within mere moments his shaft was streaked with drips and twitching.
“You are already so wet my dear… Have you truly missed me this much?” Viego paused his ministrations to cup Hwei's face.
“... Yes, I have missed you so much… my love.” As Hwei uttered the lie, Viego's body violently shuddered. He gazed down at the ghost's pants and… Hwei felt a bit better about his own sexual stamina.
“Aah, haah… Isolde… my apologies, you just enthrall me so… I have saved myself for you, for this moment!” Viego did not seem nearly as ashamed as he should have for a rapist that came before even revealing his cock. However, that was remedied shortly after. The spirit whipped out his cock, slicked with his own eerily-glowing semen, and crawled up Hwei's body. “Please, assist me so that I may be ready to pleasure you again, my darling.”
Viego was now straddling Hwei's chest, and the ghoulish, flaccid cock slapped against his cheek. Hwei grimaced out of pure instinct, and before he could think to correct his expression, a fist tangled in his hair.
“Do not break my immersion, you slut,” Viego pulled up roughly on Hwei's curls, eliciting a pained groan from his victim. “I'm confident that you are used to sucking off other men. Put your skills to use.”
With that, Hwei's hair was released, and through a fresh wave of tears, Hwei took Viego into his mouth. His gag reflex triggered just from the feeling of the slimy, soft intrusion. As if he was just rolling around an oyster in his mouth, except it tasted like sweat and semen. The painter narrowly managed to control his bile as he licked over his shaft, closing his eyes and attempting to cope. Perhaps if he simply imagined someone else, he could survive this with somewhat less trauma.
His thoughts drifted to the likely candidate. He remembered how Jhin's cock felt in his mouth, specifically of a time when Hwei had snuck into Jhin's room. When he simply couldn't help himself and crawled under the covers. Jhin was flaccid, initially, but after a thorough caressing from Hwei's tongue it began to harden up, much like Viego's was now.
Hwei remembered how he barely even touched himself during the ordeal, opting to instead hump the mattress like the pathetic pervert he was. He wondered if Jhin's dreams shifted from the stimulation, if perhaps his subconscious drifted to sexual thoughts and concepts. In this memory, Jhin had slept through it and only awoke upon orgasm, but as Viego began to harshly thrust into his mouth, Hwei imagined a branching pathway. What if Jhin awoke partway through and began fucking his mouth, holding his head in place as punishment as his mind dizzied from the lack of oxygen? Tears would flow from his own eyes, but the thrusting of hips against the mattress wouldn't stop. The only sounds in the room would be that of his own gags and Jhin's sultry moans. Hwei was getting close…
It was only as Viego pulled out that Hwei opened his eyes, jolting back to the cold reality of his assault. He gasped for breath, panting as he realized he had begun touching himself during the endeavor. He felt ill.
“I knew something like you would enjoy that,” Viego then spat on him, leaving Hwei to wipe the glowing saliva off of his cheek. “Now… with how wet you are, I'm sure you're ready for me, Isolde?”
Hwei steeled himself and forced his expression into a shaky smile drenched with tears. “Yes, my King.”
Viego leaned down to kiss his victim, before lining up his cock. It felt cold against Hwei's hole in a deeply unnatural way, and it only felt stranger as it pressed in. His inner walls were graced by not only the painful stretch, but the icey-hot sensation of his ghoulish cock. It almost reminded him of menthol on the skin; a feeling you should never experience in your ass. Hwei whined from the pain as Viego finally was fully inside, careful to not let his tone become too masculine. Thankfully that wasn't too difficult for Hwei.
Hwei wasn't a virgin, but he did lack a significant amount of experience. Jhin was his first partner, and his most recent… and it had been over half a year since Jhin left. What initially began as a concept to save his body for Jhin was also compounded as Hwei realized the extent of the homophobia in Runeterra. His masters were unaccepting, sure, but Hwei had hoped that it was simply an issue in Koyehn. However, one drunken slip of the tongue while chatting with an attractive man at a tavern quickly enlightened Hwei to the general public opinion. Being chased out of a town in the middle of the night while piss-your-pants drunk was not ideal, but Hwei was simply grateful the men didn't capture him. Being awoken to his sexuality, only to have his outlet disappear was taking a toll on him, so eventually Hwei purchased a toy, claiming it was for his wife. Hwei would spend long nights camping in the forest, fucking himself silly with the carved, phallic jade he purchased. Hwei would close his eyes and try to imagine Jhin fucking him slowly, relishing in every gasp and whimper that escaped Hwei's lips. Perhaps Jhin would touch him gently, or better yet, choke him! Large hands pressing tightly around his neck, putting pressure in just the right spots to make his mind go hazy.
Hwei was shaken out of his thoughts by the sudden and sharp pain in his throat. Hwei had been gasping for air, staring up at Viego as he violated him. The King's expression had soured once more, which was probably why he was being choked.
“Pay attention to me, you whore! If I wanted to fuck a corpse I would simply walk outside,” Viego snarled, finally relinquishing his grasp.
Hwei coughed and gasped for air, feeling the intense thudding in his skull as oxygen returned to his system. It was a bit more difficult to catch your breath however, when a man was still fucking you with no regard for the sanctity of your body. After a particularly painful thrust, Hwei opened his mouth to let out what he thought would be a cry of pain, however what came out instead was a long, pathetic moan.
Unfortunately, Hwei liked pain.
His cock dribbled onto his own abdomen as he mulled on how worthless this all made him feel. When he stared up at the maniacal gaze of his rapist, Hwei saw that he was now smiling.
“More, my love! Sing my name!” Viego seemed to fuck Hwei with renewed vigor, only compounding upon Hwei's pain.
“Mmmngh! Y-Yes Viego!” The painter felt pathetic as he uttered those words, but he had no choice.
His own prostate was being rubbed raw. With each passing moment that his mental anguish grew, so did the overwhelming feelings of physical pain and pleasure. He was aware he was sobbing. The tears that sat in his eyes burned, and the only time they would finally drip out and down his cheeks was when he thrashed his head around while crying for more.
He wanted to kill himself.
He wanted to cum.
Hwei's mind felt hazy, and as he looked up at Viego, he was instead met with the gaze of a mask! Hwei immediately clung onto the figure as it continued the assault on his prostate. He whined and moaned in pleasure, letting out little cries of “yes” to punctuate each thrust as he got closer. Jhin… this was Jhin, merely claiming what was rightfully his. Every bite on his neck was a mark from his lover, reminding Hwei who he belonged to. Jhin owned every inch of his body, and he had since the moment he set foot on Koyehn.
“Jhin!” It slipped out without an ounce of thought, as in the painter's desperate imagination, that was the person servicing him.
This delusion ended with a sharp slap to the face. It echoed in the room like a whip crack, and Hwei was once again forced back into the cruel reality.
“You are Isolde! You are Isolde!” Viego repeated it over and over, as if trying to convince himself moreso than Hwei.
“I-I'm sorry, I-”
Another sharp slap rang out.
“Aaah…”
“... Deviant freaks like you disgust me.”
Luckily for Viego, the painter was also disgusted with himself. Not for being gay, but for being such a pervert. Despite the fact that he was being threatened, beaten, and raped, Hwei was still within seconds of his orgasm. His pathetic cock was twitching and leaking precum like a faucet, painting his body with a reminder of his filthy perversion.
“My dear, are you close? I am,” the Ruined King seemed to have recovered his own delusion and was now licking up the shell of “Isolde's” ear as he chased orgasm.
Hwei was close as well, and all he could was nod desperately and say “Yes! Breed me full!”
Seemingly that phrase did it for Viego, and he slammed in deep, pumping his icy-hot seed into Hwei's colon. Likewise, this action was enough for Hwei. With his body limp, he cried out incoherently, cumming all over Viego and himself, his anus tensing around the obtrusion. And as the last drops of semen left Hwei, something else came out.
A thin stream of urine shot out, spraying Viego's stomach. Hwei was mortified, unable to stop himself as his bladder gave in under duress. Viego seemed to slowly realize what was going on, and smiled down at Hwei.
“Aah, you still squirt so beautifully, Isolde~”
At least Hwei was safe from punishment, it seemed. As he finished “squirting”, Hwei let out a gentle moan and tried to catch his breath. There was cum and piss all over the bed, as well as some blood leaking out of his hole. Hwei's tears had seemed to have finally dried up, even as his anguish was unrelenting. Now, with his mind cleared, Hwei could focus on how he just got raped, and cooperated so easily. He began to wallow in his suffering and curled up into the fetal position, hyperventilating and tugging at his hair. Viego watched the panic attack in disinterested silence, murmuring something about Hwei being dramatic.
Viego stood up, his expression now cold and blank. “I'm going to clean up, I will leave you to rest. Be ready for me in the morning.”
With that the door slammed shut and Hwei was left in the crushing silence of the stone room. Hwei curled into the fetal position in the bed, and despite his tear ducts drying, he continued to sob. He cried himself to sleep, still laying in the puddle of filth.
Hwei awoke to someone beside his bed, shaking him. He assumed it would be Viego, demanding more sex. He spread his legs in preparation, but as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the room…
A mask.
“Grab your stuff, we're leaving right now.”
The voice was commanding, but unmistakable.
“Jhin?”
Hwei was hushed, and he did his best to lock in. He stood up, threw on his dress from the previous day, and grabbed his belongings before looking to Jhin.
The masked man looked over his outfit and paused for a moment, before resuming their escape. The metal bars of the raised window had been pried open. Ancient, rusted metal was easier to bend and snap. Who would have known? A rope trailed down from their exit, and Jhin helped Hwei climb up as footsteps echoed down the hall. Jhin pushed Hwei's ass through the window to help him through, and followed quickly. As Jhin got onto the surface and got off of his knees, the door slammed open inside. He rolled up the rope quickly as Viego cried and screamed that Isolde had been stolen. That “the queer had taken Isolde away from him”. Hwei froze up in horror, at the thought of being captured again and raped in front of Jhin. The mere thought of Jhin seeing him like that, debased and begging for sex from someone so disgusting made him want to end it here and now. Thankfully, Jhin snapped him out of it and grabbed Hwei's hand, dragging him away.
In a blur, they ran. The Mist was so heavy they could hardly see an inch in front of themselves, but Jhin seemed to know the path. Monsters and ghouls groaned as they passed, but none reacted fast enough to catch them, and any that got close were shot. In the distance, Hwei could hear that distinct accent, switching between crying for Isolde and screaming obscenities. Panic rose until they finally reached a dock where a small boat was tied up. Jhin gestured for him to board, and Hwei obliged. Within seconds Jhin was pushing them away from the dock and rowing until they escaped the fog, allowing the current to carry them for a bit.
After about thirty minutes of silence, Hwei finally spoke.
“How?”
Jhin took off his mask and sighed, relaxing from the frantic escape. “... I knew you were following me, and I was in the middle of a job so I could let you catch me… However, when I saw you boarding that ship and the Mist rolled in, I knew something had happened…”
Hwei felt embarrassed that he had seemingly missed Jhin completely in Bilgewater, and he was equally embarrassed that Jhin was able to see what happened. Even if he hadn't witnessed the rape, he knew Jhin would have been able to piece together the messy bed and his own disheveled state.
“... I think we're alone out here, if you would like to change out of that.”
Unfortunately, even without the filth clinging to it, this lovely dress had been ruined for Hwei. Without much hesitation, he began to strip, tossing the dress into the water. Maybe that delusional ghost would think Isolde killed herself just to escape him. Hwei pondered throwing out the undergarments as well, but when he looked up at Jhin and saw the way he was staring at him… he kept them on. He put on his normal outfit and tried to remain composed.
“Thank you Jhin, I…” Hwei tried not to choke up too much, but tears were already beginning to well in his eyes. “I only made it through because I was thinking of you.”
Jhin looked a bit surprised by the admission, but seeing Hwei's tears he leaned in to embrace him. He allowed Hwei to sob against his chest and vent about what he had experienced. However partway through, Hwei's own descriptions of the events had caused him to form a small erection. Hwei tried to ignore it as it seemed purely reactionary to the topic of sex, but what he couldn't ignore was how Jhin's erection reciprocated. Seeing a tent in the front of his pants… This was a way he could thank him! Hwei sunk down in the boat, kneeling between Jhin's legs.
“W-Wait! What are you doing?” Jhin seemed genuinely upset at the suggestion.
“I wanted to pay you back… I don't mind! I want to relieve you.”
“Hwei… don't force yourself to do this.”
Hwei's expression fell. “... Is it because I'm damaged now? Because I can handle it!”
“No, it's not that, I just-”
“Is it because I'm sullied now?”
“No Hwei, you were just raped for the crime of wearing a dress! I don't want you forcing yourself when you were just put through that trauma!”
“H-He only used my mouth briefly! Please Jhin, I really want this… I want to have something good in my mouth,” Hwei leaned against Jhin's crotch, running his finger over his bulge.
“Hwei…” Jhin sounded somewhat breathless. It seemed like his own arousal would win over. “Fine, do as you wish.”
Hwei eagerly filled his mouth with Jhin's cock, and within seconds felt his chest tightening. Even as his tongue swirled around Jhin's length, the thought of Viego's glowing cock haunted his mind. He certainly hurried through the process, crying somewhat, but hearing Jhin moaning softly, and running his fingers through his hair was motivating. It didn't take long to get his own reward; a mouthful of Jhin's cum. He drank it up languidly and licked him clean. However moments after swallowing, Hwei had to rush to the side of the boat to vomit.
Jhin looked both disgusted and guilty. Hwei started to apologize, but was interrupted by more puke. He tried to apologize a few more times with the same result. It was almost like giving head on a boat, while extremely stressed out was a perfect recipe for seasickness!
At some point Hwei fell asleep, and he awoke suddenly from a nightmare to see the sunlight, and in the distance was the shore of Ixtal. He noticed that Jhin seemingly hadn't slept, and was rowing dutifully. Within a few more minutes they could dock and set foot on land. Hwei didn't want their reunion to be like this, but he couldn't be more grateful that Jhin intervened. In a way it answered some of his questions.
Jhin walked them to an Inn and guarded Hwei while he bathed. Hwei deeply appreciated the feeling of security, as his anxiety had heightened to a significant degree, and frankly with his current mental state he did not trust his own magic. He had a passing thought Jhin was trying to appear impartial, however when globs of ectoplasmic cum plopped out of Hwei's ass, he did make shrill sounds of disgust. The painter couldn't help but giggle, despite the horror of the situation. They ate in relative quiet, only some small idle conversation and shared glances of intrigue. It was a shame that Hwei's sexual drive had been put on indefinite hiatus, as any other time, Hwei would have been bouncing on Jhin's cock the second they arrived at the Inn. Thankfully he didn't seem to mind though, and instead stayed with him until night fell. Hwei heard him sneaking out of bed some time during the night, and allowed him to. As much as it pained him, he could tell that Jhin had a script, and this was an unexpected change. Perhaps against his better judgement, he would allow that script to play out for longer. And he could rest easy knowing that while he searched for Jhin, the Golden Demon would still be watching him.
Hwei awoke the next morning from a horrific nightmare, showing him visions of a new assault at the hands of his most recent perpetrator. He had a feeling this would be the norm for a long time. One doesn't simply recover from a hate fueled sexual assault within a day, or ever for that matter. However the thought of Jhin always being close, despite all of the heinous things Jhin had done, comforted him deeply.
As he went to the front desk to check out he felt miraculously warm and pleasant… until the innkeeper firmly asked for payment. It seemed Jhin rented this room under a “promise to pay” in the morning.
…
Thanks Jhin.