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3rd Pov
Groaning softly, Wonpil shivered, waking up from whatever sleep he had been put into; as he woke up, he almost cried out at the pain in his back and shoulders, squinting his eyes open to get a better look at his bloodied hands. He couldn't remember much other than a hand against his face and his own hands getting as much of a grip on the attacker as he could before passing out.
As he sat up, he passed his eyes around the room, his eyebrows furrowed as his fingers attempted to fend away the oncoming migraine that pounded against his skull as if it were trying to kill him."Fuck me." He grumbled out roughly, his throat feeling like it had been scratched by cactus thorns.
He was making his last pass around the room when he finally spotted it- or rather them. Another person lay on the floor not too far away from him, breathing softly as they continued to sleep. "Jesus..." Wonpil whispered to himself before using all of his energy to try and stand up.
To say that his legs were going to fall out from under him was an understatement, he didn't know how he actually managed to get himself to his feet but he was soon stumbling his way over to the still slumbering being. The closer he got, the more discernible features he could make out, coming to the conclusion that he was stuck in this room with another boy.
Getting close enough to touch, Wonpil sat down, grateful for the break his legs got. "Hey," he grumbled, shaking the male softly, "wake up, we have to get out of here." Softly, the boy shifted under his fingertips, a small hum sounding out groggily. "Come on, we don't have forever."
Eventually, the boy did open his eyes, seemingly more out of it than Wonpil was as the latter helped him to sit up. "Who are you?" He slurred out, looking around the empty walls of the room curiously. Sobriety seemed to hit him like a truck as he realised the situation.
Before Wonpil could answer with his name, he felt a fist to his cheek, the force sending him to the floor with a grunt of pain. "Fucking hell dude!" He cursed at the male, glaring up angrily before noticing the tears that streamed down the boy's face. "Hey, hey. Calm down-"
The boy did not calm down, only raising his voice,"d-did you do this?! Did you kidnap me?!" Instantly Wonpil groaned.
"Does it fucking look like I kidnapped you? My name is Wonpil, I am in as much of the same situation as you are, and we have to find a way out before the person actually behind this finds out we are awake-" Just as Wonpil stopped talking, a speaker crackled, the two of them turning their heads towards the sound.
There, in the corner, was a speaker; one that started to make noise: "it's good to see you both woke up, I was worried I used too much on you, little Dowoon." Wonpil's brows furrowed before he came to the conclusion that the boy sat next to him, the one that was pale as paper, was named Dowoon. "I suppose you would probably like to know how to get out, wouldn't you?"
Wonpil was smart, not replying but only glaring around the room... Dowoon, however was naïve and stupid, as he yelped back an answer towards the faceless voice, " please let us go!" In Wonpil's mind, the boy sounded pathetic, he almost had the nerve to roll his eyes at the younger's tone. It seemed as if the disembodied voice agreed with Wonpil too.
"There's just a few things we have to make clear before I tell you what you have to do in order to get out... Or rather have a chance." The crackly laugh that came through was low, spiky and jarring, even Wonpil felt his skin prickle at the sound. "In the box in the corner of the room, there is an explosive. Strong enough to tear down the entire building you are in." This information completely tore Dowoon down, his bawling only growing louder, "now now, there is a way for you to stop it remember."
Instantly, the crying man knelt on the floor, making Wonpil cringe slightly at how easily he was giving in, "please," Dowoon begged, "I'll do anything, absolutely anything-"
Sharp and stern, the voice cut him off, "anything, you say? Alright then. Fuck each other."
At first, Wonpil scoffed, thinking it was incredibly simple, that they could just fuck and have it done with, but the look on Dowoon's face said otherwise.
"No-" The slightly taller male whispered.
Staring at Dowoon, Wonpil couldn't hold back the look of confusion and horror on his face, "no? What the fuck do you mean, no? Dude, it's fucking simple." He could feel anger boiling under his skin as he saw the way Dowoon seemed to shrink. "Do you think this is a time where you can just say no?!" Wonpil began shouting, grabbing the scared boy by his shoulders, "unless you want to fucking die and never see your family again, I suggest we get this over and done with- we never have to see each other again and you can continue your life-"
"I'm waiting until marriage!" Dowoon yelped, wincing at the heavy grip on his shoulders.
Silence drifted between them, and Wonpil swore he could hear their captor smirking through the speakers. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Dowoon sniffled slightly as Wonpil let go of his shoulders. "Is it a religious thing or what? Or are you really telling me that you are going to kill both of us, just because YOU don't want to lose your virginity until marriage-" Wonpil stood up and balled his hands into fists, walking over to a wall and slamming his fist against it until his knuckles split open and were bleeding. As Dowoon began to look up and apologise, Wonpil turned around, fury in every cell of his being, "YOU WON'T EVEN GET TO MARRIAGE AT THIS RATE!"
Startled, Dowoon whimpered and hung his head, "I'm sorry..." He muttered, his words making Wonpil feel like he was going to throw up. Bile rose in his throat, his head feeling light as he looked to the box in the corner, tears gathering in his eyes. "I'm so sorry."
Suddenly, the voice over the speakers spoke up again, "well, time is ticking you know, and if you refuse to do it, I can just detonate it right now. No point of me waiting for fuck all to happen." Shaking his head, Wonpil sunk onto the floor, onto his knees, and balled his hands into fists; everything that was happening was so fucked up, he almost felt as though he was losing his mind, the gentle sobs from the younger male only causing to his mental distress even further.
"Please." He whispered, voice only just loud enough that Dowoon could hear him- the latter thought that he was pleading to their captor, but he was so wrong, "Dowoon, please. I'm begging you to just let me fuck you, just lay and take it, because I don't want to do something I will regret. I don't want you to push me to the point that I have to act without your consent." The look in Wonpil's eyes as he looked up at Dowoon made the younger man's heart drop, the air rushing out of his lungs in shock. Wonpil looked insane.
The knelt man went from so angry at their captor, to being distressed and pleading with Dowoon. "Please, for both of our sakes, just abandon whatever celibate bullshit you are clinging to to make yourself look good, and just save our lives." Yet, despite his pleading, Dowoon couldn't look past the horrible disgust in Wonpil's eyes. "I can cover your eyes or you can look away, you don't have to see anything. After we live through it, we can just go back to normal, forget we ever did something-"
Shaking his head, Dowoon covered his ears, "no..."
In his chest, Wonpil felt himself snapping, "Dowoon!" He yelped, hands tugging at his own hair as he groaned loudly, "just push your fucking ego aside! For fucks sake! You hear we are going to die, and still decide that neither of our lives are worth it? Waiting for marriage my ass." The rattle of Wonpil's belt sunk into Dowoon's skin as he watched the elder man stand up, glaring at him furiously, "do you want to fucking die? Huh?" Wonpil threw the belt to the side, fingers shaking at the button of his pants, changing his tone to be slightly softer "do you want to get married in the future?"
Slowly, Dowoon nodded, he wanted to get married, he so badly wanted to find the one for him and marry that person- he wanted nothing more.
"Then suck it up, so that we can both have a chance at a happy ending."
Goosebumps rose on Dowoon's skin as Wonpil walked closer, darkness hooded his eyes, yet while Dowoon tried to make eye contact, it seemed as though Wonpil wasn't there. It was as if the man shut down his mind in order to get it over with, and Dowoon just wished he could do that; he wished he could switch off his mind and just go through with it, but the fear and dread that blocked his throat was just too much.
After a few long strides, Wonpil stood in front of Dowoon, glowering down at him, "take your pants off." Shaking horrible, Dowoon looked up at him, his head moving slightly to shake as a 'no', but Wonpil grabbed his chin, his fingers digging into the flesh with a bruising pressure, "I said fucking take them off. I'll be nice and gentle once you do, otherwise you can say goodbye to any future dreams and aspirations you once had." Sobbing to himself, Dowoon ended up nodding, his quivering hands struggling with the drawstring to his pants, however the fear of Wonpil violently tearing the fabric off of him was enough for him to fully pull it loose and gently shuffle it down his body.
He didn't know what he was quite expecting, but it definitely wasn't for Wonpil to completely look past him, not even look down, take a peak at what he was working with; and something about that notion completely destroyed Dowoon inside, his confidence barrelling down into nothingness at the thought of himself being that unappealing. "Wonpil-" He wanted to talk, however the fore mentioned just glared down at him and boldly told him to turn over, something that Dowoon did instantly, his knees rough against the floor. Every muscle in his body jolted in discomfort, his knees feeling like they would fall out from under him if it wasn't for the hands that wrapped around his waist.
"Be quiet." Wonpil grumbled, taking one hand and shoving it between the virgin's lips, Dowoon not knowing what to do with them so he just let them sit in his mouth, gathering saliva. It wasn't as if the elder cared, however he was starting to feel guilty about being so aggressive and harsh with the clearly scared virgin- however, Wonpil would argue that when it was his life on the line, then he would do anything to not die. Once he felt his fingers were slicked up enough, he brought them out of the warm mouth, taking the liquid and smearing it over Dowoon's anus. "You've never taken anything down here, have you." He said it as a statement, he already knew the answer so a question felt stupid (not to mention he had just told the younger to be quiet and not speak).
Under his hands, he could feel Dowoon shaking, "I'm going to be gentle with you, ease you into it, I know we have limited time, but I want this to be comfortable. I don't want this to be the worst experience in your life... that isn't what sex should be." Gently, he rubbed his wet finger around the rim, his other hand caressing the shaking waist. Inside, Dowoon could only feel like this was the worst thing to happen, everything he had done in his life was in preparation to marry his partner and give his body to them- he never intended for his bod to be used like this, for his body to be violated like this.
Yet the more he thought about it, the less it started to hurt, and the more what Wonpil said before started to make sense. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't have a future. He wouldn't have a partner, or someone to love him, or someone to love. He wouldn't have anything, and would instead die with a complete stranger at the hands of a complete stranger. Strangely enough, he started to feel okay with this, rationalising it with himself, that he didn't love this person, he didn't want to do this, but for the greater good he must.
However, once the first finger pushed in past the ring of muscle, Dowoon could barely keep that righteous thought in mind, a whiney moan slipping out almost instantly; it felt good. Weird, definitely, but it also ran shivers of pleasure that he had never experienced before down his spine, his arms giving out slightly as he pressed his face to the floor, his mind drifting from how gross it was.
Gently, Wonpil worked his finger in and out before adding a second one, the stretch causing the younger to suck in a breath through his teeth before humming the slight sting away. Before long, Dowoon could barely hold back his noises, his legs quivering under him as Wonpil drove three fingers into his hole, stretching him and pulling him open. Below him, Dowoon felt his penis hardening, blood rushing from his head to his second head, and the more Wonpil's fingers move inside of him, the closer he felt.
Edging and edging close to the brink of ultimate pleasure... until the fingers were removed from his ass, a shrill keen splitting from his throat as he held back the urge to beg and plead to have the digits back inside of him. "Shh," Wonpil hushed, his hands rubbing gently against Dowoon's waist before he took hold of the base of his own cock and pressed it to the puffy, red rim, "I'm gonna enter you now, just breathe and relax, it makes it easier on both of us."
In reality, Dowoon didn't think he had been breathing this entire time, every muscle in his body feeling so overly stimulated that he found it hard to relax any part of his body; but that didn't stop him from trying. As he felt the blunt head breach his hole, he sucked in a deep breath, his shoulders tensing as he attempted to hold every bit of tension in his torso. It worked for the most part, he felt the phallus slip inside of him, and it was only when he felt the pelvis press against his ass cheeks that Dowoon tensed slightly, body twitching at the feeling of the cock's outline. It didn't hurt, which was fortunate, and it made him guess that Wonpil really had been gentle with him.
That was until he felt the elder pulling out (which was okay), but then he thrusted back in, and the shock of the brutal intrusion made Dowoon choke on his cry, the motion being repeated until all Dowoon could do was let out a steady flow of cries and moans, his hands scrambling on the floor for purchase as he felt his body being forced forwards with every plummet of cock towards his stomach. intermittently, the thought of the person behind the speaker would cross his mind, the idea of someone watching him like this was horrible, but then his train of thought would be pushed down by a targeted thrust right to a bundle of nerves that tore pleasure through his body like he was lit on fire.
Again and again, Wonpil drove his cock between the warm cheeks, still feeling overwhelming sick at the very prospect of what was happening, but also feeling warmed that he wasn't going through this alone- it was disgusting, and he felt disgusted with himself for it, but he really felt glad he wasn't the only one who hated this. He was glad Dowoon was suffering with him.
Something about the two of them suffering together settled Wonpil's heart slightly, not feeling guilty for the way his fingers dug into the flesh of Dowoon's hips, not feeling guilty about the way he fucked into him while selfishly chasing his own high. Wonpil did, however. have enough etiquette to reach down and wrap his hand around the younger's dribbling length, pumping it slowly, in time with every couple of thrusts. "G-god-" Dowoon gasped, almost curling in on himself as he began clenching around the member in his ass, shoulder blades pressing together as his back arched gorgeously.
White covered Wonpil's hand as he slowly milked the not-so-virgin male, taking only a few extra thrusts before he poured himself into Dowoon, trying his hardest to avoid over-stimulating him. Softly, he leant down to the bottom's back, kissing it gently and apologising profusely; before Dowoon could say anything, he pulled out and pulled his pants up, cringing slightly as he saw the way his cum leaked from the widened hole.
Suddenly, something clicked, a part of the wall pulling away to reveal an exit- a way out- an escape from this nightmare.
And maybe, just maybe, as Wonpil looked back on this, he wished he had waited just a bit longer before grabbing his belt and leaving. Maybe, just maybe, his heart tightened when he thought of the boy he left passed out on the floor of a random building.
Maybe, just maybe, he could have stopped the reports of a dead body showing up the following week.
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