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A couple weeks into filming, Yibo still struggles to appear cool and unaffected around his seasoned co-stars whose faces he grew up seeing on silver screens. Being starstruck for your A-list co-stars is amateur and kind of pathetic, though Yibo knows no one notices because everyone has eyes only for the leads, not the twenty-something “fresh meat” idol in a supporting role. If his co-stars pick up on his anxiety, they are too gracious to say anything. It helps that Yibo already has a reputation for being quiet and introverted so his short answers and reserved behaviour don’t seem out of the ordinary.
Despite the busyness and long hours, Yibo does keep what Xiao Zhan asked of him in mind. Day after day he is conscious to at least take a bite of whatever Yanyan or Lele thrusts in his face, a peeled banana, a water bottle, etc. They’ve noticed it too and have even remarked they don’t have to go out of their way to pick up food from the takeout place he likes just to entice him to eat. Yibo hadn’t realized the lengths they went to and is touched by their concern for him.
“Do you know how difficult you can be?” Yanyan teases him in the car on their way back to the hotel. “You’d go twelve hours without food unless we forced it down your throat.”
“Someone told me I should eat more and take better care of myself,” mumbles Yibo, admonished.
“About time you did what your parents tell you,” his bodyguard responds without lifting his eyes from the road.
“Not my parents,” Yibo absently corrects.
Yanyan looks at him through the rearview mirror, his mouth quirked. When Yibo asks what, Yanyan just shrugs.
Lele pipes up from the passenger seat. “I quit smoking when I met my wife.”
“I stopped drinking liquor outside special occasions,” adds Yanyan.
Yibo reminds them he has a phone call with a friend scheduled and asks Yanyan to step on it.
When they arrive at the hotel, Yibo can barely contain his impatience as his bodyguards perform their perfunctory checks. They are smirking when they leave him to chat with his “friend” though they should know better by now that Yibo can’t be anything more than friends with someone.
And even if he can, Xiao Zhan has made it clear last time that nothing can happen between them anyway. But a romantic relationship is too complicated for Yibo to manage on top of everything anyway. This arrangement he has with the pro dom is good enough for now.
He takes several long, deep breaths to calm himself in the minutes leading up to his appointment with Xiao Zhan. He doesn’t know how this session will work over video, but he is eager to see the handsome man anyway. His heart is pounding with excitement when he video calls the man from his hotel bed.
“Hello, Zhan-ge,” he greets when Xiao Zhan comes up on his phone.
The dom is wearing a simple, sleek black turtleneck and appears to be at home, sitting cross-legged in an armchair. Yibo greedily drinks in the glimpse into his personal life. From what little he can see of the apartment, it appears tidy and stylish in a sort of minimalist way. A designer’s home.
Xiao Zhan’s wolf whistle takes him by surprise. “Gorgeous!”
Yibo is flattered but confused until he remembers he has a full face of makeup on. He just came from a photoshoot for Shu Uemura’s new makeup collection. He’d booked it as soon as the photographer announced she captured what she wanted so he won’t be late for his session with Xiao Zhan. He still has the full eye makeup and the dab of colour on his lips so his mouth won’t be blanched under the studio lighting, and his hair, of course, has been styled by an expert. Does Zhan-ge like his look?
“I have the prettiest puppy ever. He’s sexy and adorable and I want to show him off,” Xiao Zhan coos. “Has my adorable puppy been good while we were apart? Tell me the truth now, because I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Really? Yibo is famous for his poker face. “How?!”
Xiao Zhan laughs out loud. “Just like that. You’re very expressive, can’t hide what you feel. You’re so pure and guileless. Have you been good and taking care of yourself?”
“Yes.” Or, well, he is more receptive to Yanyan and Lele’s attempts to look after him. He would obediently eat what they shove at him and, when they tell him to get some rest, put away his phone and try to catch some winks.
Xiao Zhan looks skeptical, so Yibo insists, “I always do what you ask.” Yibo is not the difficult, capricious one here.
“You do,” Xiao Zhan gamely acknowledges. “Puppies are easy to train. How is filming going?”
“Very busy.” Yibo spends twelve hours on set, sometimes more, and has to fit other work—photoshoots, commercials, public engagements—around that schedule. He is lucky to get more than six hours of sleep sometimes and often dozes off while getting his hair done in the morning. “I’m up at four everyday.”
“My poor, hardworking puppy. Let’s start the fun then so you can relax. First of all, get off the bed and kneel on the floor. No puppies allowed on the bed unless they’re good.”
Yibo obediently gets on his knees on the carpeted floor and places his phone in front of him so Xiao Zhan can see him.
“You truly are stunning all made up. Cosmetic brands should all hire you as their spokesperson.”
The glowing compliment makes Yibo a little shy. He doesn’t care for makeup as a boy but is fine wearing it for work. But he would gladly wear it for Xiao Zhan if the man likes it this much.
“But you’d look better with your makeup ruined and cum your face.”
Yibo’s jaw drops at the sudden vulgar turn. Xiao Zhan goes on nonchalantly. “Makes it hard to choose between fucking your pretty face or your cute ass. Or how about fuck your cute ass, then give your pretty face a facial?”
Yibo blushes.
“Girls like to wear blush but you don’t need it. You look prettier than a girl does too. Does that make you happy? Do you like being pretty?” teases Xiao Zhan.
Of course, Yibo wants to look good. His entire career depends on it. “I can’t look bad for my job,” he explains, but it sounds like he is conceding his vanity.
“So dedicated. Do anything for work, would you? Even doll yourself up and put on a dress?”
Xiao Zhan is trying to embarrass him, but most male idols wouldn’t mind crossdressing for work. “I do what I have to do.”
“Well then. In that case. You’re already dolled up. Go put on a dress.”
“Why would I have a dress?!” Yibo exclaims, knowing Xiao Zhan is goading him on purpose to get under his skin. If he refuses, it would seem like he was bluffing about doing anything for work.
“Something girly then. Just make yourself extra pretty for me. I want the prettiest puppy in the whole world. I want people to stop and admire him when I take him out for a walk.”
But Yibo doesn’t have anything girly here in his hotel room. He just has boring T-shirts, hoodies, and joggers since he changes into costumes on set anyway. Even if he does want to look good for Xiao Zhan, his fashionable wardrobe is with his stylist.
“I don’t have anything.”
Xiao Zhan feigns a gasp. “Are you telling me that Wang Yibo, one of the top idols in China, has nothing pretty to wear?”
“My stylist has my clothes and chooses the outfits.”
“I’ll pick something out for my puppy then. Show me what you have.”
Yibo gets up from the floor and holds his phone over each pulled out drawer of the dresser so Xiao Zhan can see its contents. The man makes him take out, unfold, and hold up each article of clothing for his consideration, but Yibo only packs comfortable, nondescript clothing for work so he won’t draw attention when catching a flight or hurrying to filming locations.
“That one.” Xiao Zhan decides on an oversized faded pink sweater. It’s roomy and long, good for lounging in during long flights. “Wear that and only that.”
Maybe this won’t be boring after all. Yibo obeys, feeling a thrill at Xiao Zhan watching him lift his T-shirt. He isn’t shy showing off his body so he takes his time peeling his designer denim off before lowering the large sweater over his chest. The gaping neckline shows off his bare collarbone. Then he slides his boxers off one leg at a time. The sweater comes down to his thighs, the hem just covering his crotch. Not unsexy at all.
Yibo isn’t uncomfortable baring skin, but this feels different, kind of vulnerable and even scandalous that someone knows he has nothing on underneath. This is the first time with Xiao Zhan that he is not fully clothed.
Xiao Zhan is smiling, pleased. Yibo sinks back down onto the carpet.
“Socks. My puppy needs socks so his feet won’t get cold.”
Yibo rises again and takes a pair of socks from his sock drawer, but Xiao Zhan tsks loudly.
“I didn’t tell you to put that on. Show me what you have.”
Yibo holds up each sock pair by pair until Xiao Zhan selects the fourth plain, low-cut ankle socks Yibo shows him. “Sit down and put them on one at a time.”
Yibo sits his bare butt down on the carpet and brings each knee up so he can pull socks on, enjoying Xiao Zhan’s attention on him. Then he folds his legs demurely, his shins like long white bars from the camera angle.
“Now jewelry. Something nice to decorate my sweet puppy.”
Like his wardrobe, Yibo’s jewelry is with his stylist. But he does have a pair of eye-catching earrings from a recent editorial shoot he forgot to take out after. He gets them and puts them on one at a time before the camera.
“Very nice,” Xiao Zhan compliments. “Let’s see what else you have.”
Yibo pans his phone over his dresser and closet.
“That belt! It looks like a leash for a dog. Put it around your neck but don’t choke yourself,” Xiao Zhan instructs with a laugh.
Yibo drapes the thin belt around his neck, threading the leather through the buckle and letting the long strip hang. He has always found necks to be erotic and chokers sexy and likes that necklaces draw attention to his own long, willowy neck. Now he stands in only a long sweater with a low, wide collar, a belt dangling from his neck, and socks.
“Gorgeous,” Xiao Zhan says the second time that evening, making Yibo swell with pleasure. “Your skin is so fair. Girls must be so jealous of you. And look at your long legs. They’re skinnier than a girl’s too. Strut for me, darling, and show me what you got.”
The hotel room isn’t big, but Yibo makes it work as best he can, swinging his hips as he stalks from the furthest corner as if on a runway. The hem of his sweater dances dangerously over his groin. He strikes a pose at the end, hand on hip, knowing he looks like a hussy with his sweater barely covering his junk and his makeup, earrings, and perfectly tousled hair. Xiao Zhan applauds.
“You really are a slut for attention,” he says with glee. “What will your adoring fans think if they saw you looking like a tart?”
Well, not like Yibo hasn’t donned similarly provocative looks before.
Xiao Zhan’s gaze shifts off-screen following a muffled sound. Yibo realizes in a rude shock that Xiao Zhan is not alone.
“Is there someone with you?”
Xiao Zhan looks back at him and smirks. “Would you like to make a new friend?”
No way. Has someone else been there the whole time they’ve been carrying on?
Xiao Zhan gets up from his armchair and disappears from view. When he returns, a docile white and grey cat is cradled in his arms. “Puppy, meet your fellow playmate, Jianguo. She is a real sweetheart, so be nice.” He smirks at Yibo while stroking his cat.
Filling with relief, Yibo feels a bit foolish for his panic. Still, he has to confirm. “You wouldn’t have someone around while we’re doing this, would you?”
“Of course not, my time is all yours. And you are so much to handle that I’ve got my hands full anyway.” In a high-pitched tone, Xiao Zhan teases, “Was my puppy jealous? What a needy puppy you are. But all puppies need ample attention and playing with.”
The heavy thump on Yibo’s door makes his heart leap from his chest.
“Dinner’s here.” Lele’s half-muffled voice announces.
Yibo freezes, seized by cold panic. Xiao Zhan starts laughing.
“Aren’t you going to answer the door?”
Like hell Yibo is going to answer the door with no pants looking the way he does, especially to an almost parental figure like Lele, but Xiao Zhan goads, “Don’t you love showing off how slutty you are? Where is my confident little star?”
Lele thumps the door again. “I can hear you’re in there. Since you didn’t answer my text, I just ordered your usual rice with stewed pork for you.” He must have messaged while Yibo was occupied.
Yibo goes to put on pants, but Xiao Zhan says, glee in his voice, “I order you to answer the door the way you are.”
Yibo glares at him, but Xiao Zhan keeps smirking, challenging him. With his black turtleneck and cat in his arms, he looks reminiscent of some sadistic mastermind with a pet feline from a movie.
Fine. Yibo will prove to him that he always plays by the rules of their game. Before Lele can knock again, Yibo tucks his body behind the door and opens it just enough so he can poke his head out.
“Still chatting with your ‘friend?’”
Clearly, Lele and Yanyan are getting too restless if they’re speculating about his dating life.
“He’s just a friend.” Yibo snatches the bag of takeout. With a quick “Thanks. Bye!” he shuts the door as Lele, incredulous, says, “Is that a belt—”
“What a good puppy doing what you’re told even when you don’t want to,” Xiao Zhan remarks when Yibo returns and plops the takeout on the table. “You’ve come a long way from our first time together, have you noticed? Since you’re good today, you have my permission to get on the bed.” He winks. “I don’t want my puppy getting carpet burn from what happens next.”
Excitement runs down Yibo’s spine in a shiver. If Xiao Zhan wants a show, Yibo, an experienced entertainer, will give him an unforgettable one. He angles his phone so the man gets a view of the king-sized hotel bed and sits on the bedspread with his legs splayed on either side like a doll. “You want me to play with myself?”
“No, you can play with yourself any day. Where’s the fun in that? I want you to surrender and listen to me. Remember how nice it is when you leave the thinking to a dom and just do? I’ll make sure you feel good. I’m a very attentive pet owner and take good care of my pets,” Xiao Zhan promises with a smile. Then he commands, “Pinch your cute nipples. I want to see them.”
Yibo brings his hands to his chest and rubs his nipples through the sweater until they’re hard nubs and pinches them.
“Got any clothespins?”
The unexpected request throws Yibo off. “What?”
“Go to your closet and see if there is any.” Xiao Zhan waits patiently for him to move so he goes to his closet and discovers the hotel does indeed supply some.
“Yes.”
“Clamp your nipples.”
The pegs, though uncomfortable, don’t hurt through the fabric. It does feel hot having his nipples pinched, like a constant, tangible reminder of Xiao Zhan toying with his nipples. Yibo’s dick tents his sweater, which doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You like looking like a two-bit camboy, don’t you?” Xiao Zhan crows smugly. “I know you love attention and turning people on. I’ve seen you shake your ass in your dance performances. You’re so slutty even though you have an angelic face. Your cheeks are so round and soft. Imagine how they’d bulge stuffed full of cock.” He tips his head. “Hm, I want to see it now. Open your mouth and stick three fingers inside your cheek.”
Yibo does so with too much enthusiasm and regrets it when he gags like an amateur, tears pricking his eyes and drool dripping down his chin.
Xiao Zhan chortles. “My puppy is so adorable. What a good boy you are! Isn’t it nice being good and pleasing your master? Next I want you to turn around and present yourself to me.”
Things are really heating up. Heart beating at the escalation, Yibo turns around on all fours, sticking his bare ass out at the camera. The clothespins dig into his chest. He can’t remember the last time he spread his legs for someone. It might even be before he met Xiao Zhan, which makes the man the first to see his naked ass in a long time.
“Spread yourself open for me.”
The man isn’t sparing him any modesty either. Balancing on one hand, Yibo reaches behind to pull an asscheek to the side.
Xiao Zhan whistles in appreciation. “What a small, tight hole you have. Do you like it big or is it too much for your little hole to take? How much of a cockslut are you?”
He waits expectantly for Yibo to answer, so Yibo admits, mumbling, “I—I like it big.”
“Knew it. Now slap your ass.”
Yibo smacks his asscheek.
“Harder.”
He delivers a more forceful slap that leaves his ass stinging.
“Good boy,” Xiao Zhan crows, warm and pleased. “What a beautiful rose colour your fair skin gets. I want to paint it. Maybe I’ll have you pose for me like this and you can slap yourself so I can mix the right shade of pink. How much would a painting of Wang Yibo’s ass go for? Your rich fans would no doubt have a bidding war. I’d be set for life.”
While Xiao Zhan carries on a monologue of his ass, Yibo blushes into his bed and grows harder. He shifts his knees, his dick pointing straight at the bedding.
“What a wonderful muse you make. I can create a whole series of paintings of you. How about one of my puppy with a leash happily licking a boner?” Xiao Zhan chuckles at the terrible pun. “Or my puppy wearing something pretty like lacy lingerie? Or a corset that shows off his small waist?”
“Maybe I’ll even have an exhibit. I know just what to title it. Venus. Because you invoke desire.” Xiao Zhan means to tease him with a female name, but the comparison to the epitome of beauty flatters Yibo and fills him with pleasure. Who wouldn’t want to be Venus to someone?
Xiao Zhan can see he appreciates it. “Do you like that, my little Venus? Having everyone admire you and dying to fuck you? Getting dicked down would do you a world of wonders. You can relax and be less bratty. Why don’t we do that now? Lick your fingers, my Venus, and put them inside yourself.”
Yibo wets his fingers liberally and runs them over his asscrack. He nudges the round pucker before curling a fingertip inside while Xiao Zhan makes coos of approval.
He rests his forehead on the bedspread and fingers himself under Xiao Zhan’s watch, dipping his finger deeper inside and letting out moans when it gets too sensitive. He imagines it is Xiao Zhan touching him and opening up him instead, preparing him for his cock. He has two fingers buried in himself before he realizes Xiao Zhan has stopped his spieling. He darts a look back to find Xiao Zhan watching him, eyes heavy.
So Xiao Zhan is not completely unaffected by Yibo after all! Emboldened, Yibo asks cheekily, “Enjoying the show, Zhan-ge?”
Xiao Zhan lets out a breathy laugh. “It’s not every day you have one of China’s biggest stars fingerfuck himself for your eyes only. Maybe I should record this and make a sex tape. Think people will recognize Wang Yibo’s ass? There must be some in your millions of fans who can pick out your ass better than you. My little puppy’s sex tape will break the internet.”
He snaps his fingers unexpectedly. “You’ve been very good today, and I believe in rewarding good behaviour. Turn back around. You’ve earned my permission to touch yourself and finish off.”
The man wants to see him jerk off. Yibo smugly sits facing the camera with his legs wide open, giving Xiao Zhan his best bedroom eyes. It feels so good to finally palm his stiff dick and tug. If he doesn’t hold back and makes more sexy noises than he usually does, Xiao Zhan won’t know the difference. He tosses his head back, arching his spine, and doesn’t look away from Xiao Zhan as his ministrations get faster and faster. He relishes Xiao Zhan’s attention on him and the fact that the cool, smooth-talking dom, for all his imperviousness, is very much tempted by him.
“Come for me, my beautiful Venus,” Xiao Zhan croons, and just like that, Yibo comes with a guttural groan, shooting his load over his hand and on his sweater. He collapses on his back, gasping.
“Gorgeous.” When Yibo looks at him, Xiao Zhan is smiling that handsome smile that makes hearts flutter. “Now lick your hand clean.”
With reluctance, Yibo licks the traces of cum on his palm.
“Good boy.” Xiao Zhan sounds so pleased it is worth the minor unpleasantness. Yibo’s cum-addled brain barely registers what he says next. “Would you like to know a secret?”
Yibo nods.
Xiao Zhan’s voice is warm and fond and full of sincerity. “I meet a lot of different people in this line of work, but I’ve never had a puppy like you and I don’t think I’ll ever find one as gorgeous and sensual as you.”
That is quite the compliment. Already light from orgasm, Yibo feels like he can float away at the revelation. He is so happy and bold he says, “Would you like to know something too?”
“I would.”
Yibo has always worn his heart on his sleeve and can’t help otherwise. “I’ve never met anyone like you, and I don’t think anyone can replace you.” He means it. Even if he sees another pro dom, it wouldn’t be the same. He likes being Xiao Zhan’s Venus.
“So loyal. I’m the luckiest pet owner. I have the best puppy in the world.”
They stay like that for a while, Yibo gradually coming down from his high, until Xiao Zhan pronounces the dreadful words. “Now, my Venus, it is time for you to eat your dinner and rest. You have to take care of yourself and work hard so the world can see what a lion my cute puppy is.”
As always, the end of their time is disappointing. Xiao Zhan hangs up, but Yibo still doesn’t move from the bed. He doesn’t feel hungry but he will eat the now cold dinner because Xiao Zhan said so.
That is, after he jerks off a second time to Xiao Zhan calling him “my Venus” and saying he won’t find another puppy as gorgeous and sensual as Yibo.
It is only natural that Venus and those clothespins become regular features during nights alone after that.