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A low, hollow moaning enveloped the house wailing around the corners. The movie playing had become a low murmur of static  - cloaked in the sound of the walls squealing, and the insistent rolling rumble of outside that settled in his chest. He squinted watching the blonde woman on the screen speak through a landline, he could see her lips move but no sound met his ears. 

Suo Wei shifted across the plush, a meek sound of frustration sweeping from his mouth as his fingers slipped and battled with the remote resting on the accent table. It was like wrangling a feral cat. The thing dangled on the very edge, its shining exterior snickering up at him almost as though it were teasing. He could feel his side blossoming with tension, buzzing up underneath his arm. 

Just before his hand slipped on the couch, his fingers gripped the cold plastic, wrenching it off the table and all but hauling himself backwards. He hit the backrest with an exasperated huff, steadying the bowl of fruit in his lap. 

Another flash of opulent blue glinted from the window, catching on the television scream before a sharp metallic snap rumbled the house. The windows rattled sounding as if they were a moment from bursting, the now adjusted volume falling useless. 

Suo Wei gulped, glancing out the window to only see faint streaks of light painting the sky while the rest remained veiled in stygian. He loathed storms. 

He forced his attention back to the movie in hopes it would aid the tightening of his chest - but even it had begun to climax. 

The woman peered out onto an illuminated patio while a voice rasped through the phone, it sounded digitally compressed, slightly fuzzy around the edges. 

Suo Wei’s fingers greedily delved down to pluck up a generous chunk of peach. Juice dropped down his wrist creating a sticky, sweet trail.  The blue light from the television screen flickered across his face, casting shadows along the wall that stretched and morphed into the other. The only sound cutting through the silence was the rhythmic, agonizing tap of the kitchen faucet. 

He had tuned out the brewing weather until it had become white noise, his body leaned forward, eyes widening ever so slightly as he watched the victim scrambling around the house checking locks and battling with the harassing phone.

Suo Wei slowed his feasting of the fruit, each slice was thick lodging in the back of his throat. On screen the killer raised the knife in slow motion. Time stretched, harrowing and thick. He could analyze every horrific detail until the scene seemed to freeze. 

The score hit a piercing note. Suo Wei’s fingers dug into the frigid porcelain bowl - not even aware he was holding his breath until a distinct sting radiated through his lungs. 

Before the knife soared down, the room was torn open from the piercing wail of a phone, startling Suo Wei until his arms flew up shielding himself from the ghostly threat. In a heartbeat, his eyes swept over to the device wailing, vibrating the kitchen wall.  The room's ambient noise vanished behind the loud, frantic thumping of his own pulse - his jaw falling slack. 

Who was calling so late? 

Another insistent ring squalled through the phone - Suo Wei stood, a deep, steady tremor rippled through his thighs, an involuntary reaction that no amount of steady breathing could fix. He ambled leisurely, the horrific scene still blaring through his mind. Only a range-hood light beaconed the kitchen, its tawny glow shimmering over marbled tiles. 

The device was only an arms reach away now.

He swallowed, trembling fingers sliding along the sleek device. His voice came out muted, each syllable shivering. 

“Hello…” 

The line was silent for a moment, making Suo Wei hang on the edge of a cliff, his breath seeping from his lips in faint rivulets.

“Suo Wei, ” the tender voice of his mother rasped through the speaker, tinny, and grainy. 

His chest deflated like a balloon, a faint curl of his lips illuminating his face with a warm glow, shoulders inevitably dropping from their rigid posture.

“Momma, is everything okay?” 

“Everythings fine Wei Wei,” her voice fractured with tension, “Why are you still up?” 

Suo Wei stifled a laugh, knowing if he had not answered, she would have shown up drenched in rain and worry. He turned from the wall, sauntering closer until he reached a spacey island. 

“I was just…” he paused, leaning forward until he felt the cool material seeping through his sleep blouse, “Watching a movie…” 

“Not one of those scary movies, right?” 

“Of course not momma,” 

Suo Wei leaned further over the counter to peer at the distant screen, eyeing five highschoolers lounging near a fountain. His attention was broken the moment he heard a muffled sniffle crackling through the receiver. 

“Momma, are you sure everything's okay?” 

Something fanned near the speaker - a napkin? Li Ya’s voice came out small, strained. 

“Wei Wei, everything's fine, you should be getting ready for bed, it’s late.” 

Suo Wei frowned. He shouldn’t have asked. It wasn’t new for the older woman to lock away her emotions. Especially when he was involved. 

“Okay…” he sighed, straightening up, retracing his steps to the wall jack where he leaned against the wall. 

“You locked all of Mr. Liu’s doors right sweetheart?” 

Suo Wei curled a brow, his gaze sweeping over to the kitchen's patio doors. He had locked them. Right? 

“Of course momma,” 

“Are you sure?” 

Suo Wei swallowed, a trickle of stomach acid creeping up his throat. 

“Yes…” 

His hand scratched over his nape, a prickling sensation creeping up his spine as if eyes were boring into him from behind. He swallowed. That drape of ice washes over him once more making his skin crawl. 

“Okay, sweetheart, I believe you,” Li ya breathed, “You know I worry sometimes…” 

Suo Wei smiled, even though the curves of his lips never quite reached his eyes. Something settled wrong in his gut. Heavy and stout. He tried to will it away, but it only persisted - sinking its teeth into his sanity. 

“I’ll get going now sweetheart, get ready for bed, and don’t stay up watching those lousy movies,” 

He didn’t want to hang up. To be wrapped up in the suffocating loneliness of the foreign house. It hadn’t been a problem moments ago, but hearing her voice breaking, dampening with a nervousness she never showed. Something was most definitely wrong. 

“Okay, I love you momma,” 

“I love you too, my Suo Wei,” 

Click, and the line went dead. Suo Wei still held the phone, not wanting to put it down in hopes to feel the closeness of his mothers voice that was now absent.

The sense of being watched settled over him like a sopping blanket, suffocating in its intensity, leaving him to feel pried open and vulnerable. He set the phone on its hook with the same trembling hand he had picked it up with. Head swiveling to search every crevice of the room. The corners felt too dark, like they were hiding prying eyes. The television was still too quiet. It needed to be louder. To prevent his ears from perceiving sounds he was afraid to hear. 

Suo Wei sauntered past the glass doors, his gaze attempting to remain straight - afraid to peer out the window. Horrified of what he may see. But, nevertheless, they fell down on the lock where it remained sealed. His chest ached slightly, a wave of security washing over him. 

The door was locked. It had always been locked. Mr. Liu’s house was secure. No one was getting in. His mind was a cacophony of reassuring words that only made him feel even more panicked rather than comforted. 

But, it grinded on the edges of his consciousness, a harassing sensation that someone trailed in his wake, just out of sight. 

Because…

 He could have sworn a shadow lurked just behind that grandiose tree in the backward. 

Suo Wei’s feet peeled from the tile, slapping harshly against the floor as his shoulders caved forward trying to escape the threatening feeling of outreached arms following him. He reached the couch, leaping forward and burying himself in the safety of soft blankets. 

The movie was still playing but he couldn’t focus on it. He needed something more light. Cheery. Or he would drive himself up the wall with this aggravating paranoia. He curled deeper, almost molding himself in the crease of the cushions. The only thing that stuck out from the blanket was his hand, fingers busy pressing buttons, surfing the channels for a cartoon. 

He stopped on one, mesmerized by the array of chaos displaying across the screen. 

“We want the public to be very vigilant, and uhm we want them to be aware, this man is a very dangerous person,” 

Spoken with the warmth of a steel blade, an officer’s head rose from his notes, a look of suppressed angst making his eyes appear more creased. Another shot of helicopters soaring through the sky fluttered across the television - it was like a clarification of the man's statement. Showing how truly urgent his words were meant to be taken. 

Suo Wei swallowed, hugging a pillow closer to his chest as if to shield himself from the horror. Just then, his gaze maneuvered to a picture near the corner of the screen where inky eyes poured back to him. Detached with an eccentric glint, framed with thick sharp eyebrows. 

“Please observe his photo closely, uhm, and attempt to remember every detail,” the officer spoke, “If per chance you see him, do not, I repeat, do not, approach him, call the authorities straight away and leave the premises if possible,” 

More words of information continued to pour from the speakers, blurs of news broadcasters, and the image of the prison the man had escaped from played across the screen. But, Suo Wei had tuned it out, it was all a blur of pixels. He focused solely on the picture of the man, tracing over the virile features. 

He switched the channel once more.

Eventually, artistic characters traced over the screen, bright colors and honeyed voices lulled away his rampant nerves. Suo Wei could feel himself calming down. 

He was okay. Everything was okay. The door was locked. No, the door is locked. 

His shoulders unhitched from his ears melting down into the cushions securing him. The once pelting rain dissolved into a steady, lulling tapping against the window. 

Suo Wei could feel his eyes grow leaden, the cartoon becoming a distant distraction. 

The only thing left in his mind was the muted flicker of phlegmatic eyes.

In the dead of night, the shrieking hiss of the television's fuzzy screen drew a jagged line over the stillness. Suo Wei lurched up, a thudding, frantic drum beating against his ribs. He stared blankly at the emptiness surrounding him, struggling with his sluggish brain to catch up to the energized panic surging through his body. 

A cough racked through his body, his hand clutching near his throat. He tried to swallow, but the sticky saliva only made the dry itch worse. 

What time was it? 

Suo Wei rose, his eyelids felt as if they were coated in lead, refusing to stay open even as he trudged into the kitchen. His arms hung dead at his sides, swinging with the momentum of a pendulum. By the time he reached the sink, he felt his eyes easing shut once more. He swayed sideways, shoulder bumping against the fridge that sounded like it was under the ocean.

He needed water. 

Suo Wei didn’t waste anymore time by grabbing a cup. The knob creaked under his palm, twisting until cool liquid gushed into the stainless steel sinkbowl. He leaned forward, slurping the water straight from the faucet, feeling it trickle over the burning tissue of his throat, aiding that irritating itch. 

He let out a satisfied hum, feeling wetness coat his chin, not stopping until he felt it trailing down his neck, dampening his top. 

In the distance, a floorboard creaked. Almost hesitant. His ears tingled, spine straightening up as he shut the water off with ease. Suo Wei wiped at his mouth with his wrist, turning around. Some infomercials displayed over the television, his sleep-addled mind had become more aware now, the drowsiness only tugging at the edges of his brain. 

He yawned, hip almost catching on the corner of the island as he rounded it. But, his steps fell short. Something foreign soaked into his sock, damp, and frigid. His gaze dropped down to where the black and white tile was smudged in some thick dark substance. 

Suo Wei had stepped in mud. Not just mud, but his own clothed foot landed in the traces of a footprint much bigger than his own. His chest tightened with a grueling sense of dread, the primal instinct of impending danger blaring before his vision like a red siren. 

In the darkness, a faint whisper of another's presence, hidden but ever present loomed at the edge of his panicked mind. Suo Wei’s thoughts spiraled into a racket of fear, his imagination conjuring up every terrifying scenario the longer he stood still. 

His muscles tensed. He needed to run. Oh god, he needed to run. 

Just as his foot peeled from the messy print, a cold touch of another's breath ghosted over his skin. The room went dead, along with his will to run. His jaw dropped open, a guttural wail tearing all the way from his chest up his throat. 

But, it never fell from his mouth. 

Something large, and calloused slapped over his mouth, that presence he had sensed prior now molded against his stiff back. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay,” 

Suo Wei’s arms raised, fingers splaying out as if he were trying to show himself as unthreatening. His eyes went wide, a burning sensation tingling behind them. He caught a glint of light shimmering next to his head, before the touch of steel kissed his throat. 

The sharp edge of a knife pressed against his bobbing adams apple - a muffled sob spilling from behind the stranger's hand. 

He was going to die. Just like in those horror movies. 

“I’m gonna remove my hand,” the voice vibrated against his ear, sounding like metal scraping over stone. “Are you gonna scream?” 

Suo Wei’s head shook side to side hysterically, his breathing had become labored the weight of the palm completely suffocating him. 

The stranger removed himself from Suo Wei, the knife falling away from his trembling neck. 

“Turn around,” 

The boy’s arms dropped to his sides, he could feel his vision spotting a rush of aversion seeding into his gut. 

“I said…turn around,” 

Suo Wei’s movements were slow, his brain battling with his unwilling limbs. He didn’t want to face the stranger. To meet eyes with the one threatening his life. 

The man was much closer than he had expected, looming over him like a rugged shadow. His gaze made Suo Wei’s brain short circuit. 

Cold, detached with a strange glint. 

Reality poured over him like a large bucket of ice water, his gut soaring down to his feet. 

“Y-you…your…” his throat bobbed with each word, unable to get his tongue to work. 

“What’s the matter baby, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” The man grinned down at him like a predator who just cornered its prey. Fat, hot tears welled up in his water lines before cascading down his cheeks, the scent of viscid fear solidifying the air around them. 

“I’m just paying a little visit, I’ll be gone in no time…” the man clicked his knife back into its seal, dropping it into the pocket of his pale blue jumpsuit. “You’ll be good for me right?” 

Suo Wei nodded his head, a sudden pang shooting through his bladder. 

“Words.” The man's smile dropped in an instant, his inky pupils bored into the frightened boy. 

“Yes…yes sir,” 

Suo Wei winced when the large palm came back, but it only lightly tapped his cheek. He wanted to rub away the faint remnants of that touch. It made bile rise in his throat. 

The man stalked around the kitchen, almost familiar, until he abruptly stopped before its entrance finger flicking up a small switch. Suo Wei jolted the moment vivid light seared his sensitive retinas, he squinted slightly. 

“Nice home,” the stranger twisted on his heel, boots thumping against the ground as he began searching through cabinets and drawers. Suo Wei watched. A phantom sprint tore through his mind, covering miles in seconds, while in reality his legs couldn’t even manage a faint twitch. 

“You’re supposed to say thank you, babe,” the man turned, his hands fiddling with a round object. Suo Wei’s eyes caught on the silvery tinge of the product, his heart leaping to his throat.

Suo Wei began backing up the closer the man drew, shoulders jumping as a  harsh, ear splitting shredding sound pierced the silence like a needle. Something hard jutted into his lower back. 

“Please…please…don’t hurt me,” words fumbled their way past his lips, more tears drenching his face and sledding down his neck. 

He couldn’t die like this. So much he would miss out on. He hadn’t even graduated yet. His mother would be devastated. 

All these thoughts spiraled within his mind until he felt his throat tightening up. Every instinct beckoned him to run. It didn’t matter where - just away, out of his skin, out of the kitchen, away from that smothering, corrupted glint of the man's gaze that kept him held in place. 

Now that he was standing before him - not hidden behind pixels of a screen, Suo Wei could tell just how dangerous the man truly was. Each sharp, virile edge of his features told a story of unadulterated hardship, the faint curl of his lips a contradictory to his vacant stare. 

He wouldn’t die. Not like this. 

Suo Wei’s feet tore from the floor, his hip slamming into the counter as he made a beeline for the kitchen's doorway - the rampant electricity coursing through his veins dulled the pain blooming over his bone. His legs worked on purely numb, unthinking auto-pilot. The once familiar layout becoming alien, he could see the front door but it began to tilt, each step felt unsteady - the walls pressing in trapping him in this horrific feeling of being stalled. 

The strangers' roar of frustration pulsed through the walls, fueling Suo Wei’s escape as he heard the thundering thunk of boots trampling behind him. A nauseating sense of the floor dropping from under his feet like an elevator washed over him. The world tilted, a rush of wind sweeping over his ears. 

Suo Wei’s body hit the floor with a bone-crushing thud. His vision faded until he could only see a small pinpoint of light. A profound stunned silence draped over him, only a dull ringing to be heard bouncing through his ears. 

Through his clumsy hysteria Suo Wei’s socks had lost their grip on the slippery floor. For a moment his consciousness had begun to fade, only the dull throb of his sprained ankle keeping him tethered to the real world.

He keened. The floor began moving underneath him, cheek dragging against polished wood with a faint screech.

“Little shit,” a gruff voice hurled down at him, dripping with pure vexation, “Causin’ me a bunch of problems, I should slice up that pretty little throat of yours,” 

Suo Wei blinked, as he felt his back mold over the floor, his body being maneuvered against its own volition. 

This was it. He was going to die. 

Every ounce of his being rattled with the drenched sob tearing from his throat, his bladder gave way. A pool of hot liquid gushed down his legs creating a small puddle on the floor. His once pallid pink shorts now darkened clinging to his lower body like second skin. 

He could even feel his top falling victim to the wetness. His cheeks blossomed an angry ruby the moment a rough, gravelly chuckle burst above him. 

“Did you just wet yourself? Holy shit.” The man crouched down, trying to catch the eyes of the boy who was set on keeping them sealed. 

Suo Wei’s hands trembled as they came up shielding his chest, more wrecked wails spilling out of his trembling lips. 

Something bitter moused underneath the ruffles of his bottoms, until the familiar whisper of steel poked against the crease of his inner thigh and pelvic bone. 

“Aww, did you make a mess baby? Want my help cleaning up?” The man snickered, letting his knife sink deeper into Suo Wei’s thigh, the threat of blood spill imminent. 

His head shook to and fro, sable waves matted to his damp temples.  

“No- no…please don’t hurt me…I don’t wanna die,” Suo Wei hiccuped, fretful hands trailing down to cover his damp crotch. Even in the face of death, his shame was too much to bear. 

“Yea, and what use do I have for you? Huh?”  

Suo Wei couldn’t get his vocal cords to move, another wave of liquid filling his bladder.

How could he talk his way out? 

“I’ll…” he swallowed, wincing when the knife’s edge scratched along his skin. “I’ll- I’ll do anything…please…anything- just don’t hurt me,”

The knife withdrew, along with a tattered breath from his lungs that he had no clue he was keeping hostage.  The room suddenly went quiet. Even the hum of the refrigerator seemed to die away, leaving nothing but the aggressive switch in the thick air.

Suo Wei swallowed. 

“You’re gonna regret making a deal with me, baby.” 

Before Suo Wei could take back his words, or go back to praying his death was quick and unpainful, his arms were pulled out wrists bunched together. Something tacky, and harsh constricted the limbs until he felt the fear of his circulation being cut off. Without warning the same feeling sealed his lips shut, his hot breath having nowhere else to go. 

Something fell onto the floor making Suo Wei’s shoulders tingle. His hands were bound now, making his vulnerability feel even worse. 

“I’ll have to hold off on my little tour, huh?” The man rasped, his hands wedged underneath Suo Wei’s armpits hauling him up until he could feel the floor slipping under his toes. 

“You said you’ll do anything right?” 

Suo Wei nodded his hands aching under the duct tape. 

“Then how about you treat me to dinner.”

Suo Wei was still trying to understand the mention of dinner, when the pair voluntarily landed in the master bedroom. The man deposited him on the generous bed like he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes. 

His body bounced over the mattress, settling in the middle. Footsteps padded around the room, curious and venturous. The boy rolled onto his side, curling up until his knees rested just below his chest. 

He didn’t know what was about to happen. He didn’t want to know. All he could focus on was the door cracked open just a few steps away. How fast could he get there? Could he catch the stranger off guard? 

All these scenarios played through his head like a motion picture film - he hadn’t even noticed that the man had reverted back to loom over the bed. Suddenly, Suo Wei felt his body jostle, the bed dipping under the weight of a knee. 

He curled tighter, bound hands shielding his chest. 

“I’ll have to make good use of that shower later,” the man chuckled as he crawled up the bed, shrouding the frail boy with his impending frame. “Its been awhile since I’ve had that kind of luxury,” 

Something curled around Suo Wei’s ankle, then, yank - he untethered like a withered knot. His eyelids snapped open, moisture building up underneath the tape clinging to his lips. He tried to will his body into another ball, but the man kept persisting. He now gripped both ankles, spreading his legs open until he felt a rush of wind freeze his damp shorts. 

“I’ve missed out on a lot of things, one being a hot shower, and the other…” the man paused, Suo Wei hung onto every one of his words. 

He choked on a gasp as his shorts ripped down his unsuspecting legs. The feeling brought him down to reality, down to the fact he almost laid completely bare before a stranger. An escaped inmate. 

His heart plummeted, damp pleas and sobs catching into the thick piece of adhesive over his mouth.

“This right here,” 

Suo Wei’s knee’s caught on the man’s sharp hips, his body wriggling and fighting against the man's prevailing touches. Those calloused palms soothing up his bare skin, almost lovingly. Another body pressing against his own. He wanted to blink it all away. To pinch his skin to prove this was all just some sick nightmare. 

His saliva dissipated, tears rolling down his cheeks anew. This was worse than being cut open.

The man’s fingers fiddled with the buttons of his jumpsuit, more of his skin being exposed by the second. It was all soft, though a few pink scars littered in random spots on his body. Eventually the top portion fell, revealing toned abs that had seen many days of bored workouts. Specs of hair littered below his belly button trailing all the way down until it was cut off from the jumpsuits bottoms.

Suo Wei froze in fear. He couldn’t move. His lungs burned with each breath, suffocating in the older man's musk. He smelled like a forest after a summer's rain. The scent of tobacco lingering after each word he spoke. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt the warmth of another body,” he groaned, leaning forward to nuzzle against Suo Wei’s neck. He inhaled sharply, chest rumbling with the scent of cloying vanilla. 

Something wet pocked against Suo Wei’s pulse point making a low pitched whine spill from the tape. He tried to stir away, but a grip fell on his chin keeping him in place. The older man ventured over his neck leaving faint kisses across the skin, each one burned, making Suo Wei see the color green. His legs locked around the others hips. 

Those distant eyes met his own once more above him, but something in them had changed. The pupils were blown, consuming the irises that looked like smoldering coal. 

Before he knew it, the sudden chill of that familiar knife replaced the grip on his chin, the point digging into his skin. Suo Wei choked around a sob. He wanted to plead, to beg the man to just take whatever he wanted and leave. But he couldn’t, each sound that fell from his lips were muted and wet. 

The room's ambience shifted, a mist formed in the air, thick and smelling of heady desire. The bed had lost its comfort, now it felt like a cage, preventing him from escaping the predator hovering above. 

He felt the sharp tip drag down his neck before catching on the fabric of his matching blouse. The tear of fabric was deafening, vibrating the static buzz of electricity pulsing through the room. His chest littered with goosebumps the moment he felt the top pooling near his sides. 

Suo Wei went to sit up, but the man's glower made his spine go rigid, sweat seeped from his temples damping the small tresses of hair resting near. He could feel the weapon threatening his neck, it was a silent dare for him to move another muscle.

God, this was unfair. His head tilted back, water spilling freely from his eyes. 

“I’ve missed this so much,” the man grinned, something wicked, hand falling flat over the boy's chest. His fingers idly touched, skimming over the pert nipples eliciting a strangled sound from the other. “Having a cute little pussy to fuck whenever I wanted,” 

Chi Cheng hovered over the trembling boy who stared at him as if he were the devil, his own mouth curving with an intent that meant no good. His hand began to trail over the boy's stomach, the soft skin slightly giving underneath. White panties clung to his hips, the sinful sight making Chi Cheng’s groin flutter with an eccentric heat. 

He pressed down, the light fat molding around his fingers, Chi Cheng couldn’t  remove his eyes from those panties, how well they dipped against his feminine curves - how his cunt perfectly protruded from them, almost teasing. He swallowed, letting his hand continue caressing over bare skin, feeling the tempting spirit oozing out of his very pores. 

“You’ve got a really pretty stomach, sweetheart,” Chi Cheng rasped, his all consuming pupils peeling from white cotton to watery irises. “I bet it’d look even prettier swollen with my cum,”

His chest swelled with laughter when he caught the bewildered look of the young boy, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, irritated from all the weeping. 

Suo Wei felt the stranger fiddle with the waist band of his panties, a thumb slinking under the fabric. He was horrified, but he couldn’t move. That blade. It was only a threads width away from delving into his flesh. 

The man shuddered as he removed the soaked fabric from the boy's lower body, tossing over to create a heaping pile on the floor along with the other clothes. 

Suo Wei’s knee’s turned in trying to hide but it was inevitable when he could still feel the slight wisp of wind brushing against his exposed body. 

Chi Cheng ogled down at the sight laid before him, the almost plush cunt oozed with slick, a petite clit peeking out slightly, almost shy. His mouth gushed saliva. A different form of hunger surged through him. This one more primal. More dangerous. 

For a moment the pair sat in silence, only the sounds of the shared breathing filling the void. Suo Wei whimpered under the strange scrutiny, he could feel something warm, and foreign leaking out. 

He yelped when the feeling of his hips levitating washed over him, the man held underneath his ass, bringing his mouth closer to his private area. Suo Wei struggled, wiggling away - disgusted with the action he was witnessing. 

The man's mouth latched onto him like a tick. Something slippery and thick glided over his cunt, swirling around something that made his toes curl. A faint scratchy feeling dusted over his inner thigh, it was the mans stubble. 

Chi Cheng’s lips wrapped around the boy's weeping clit, giving it a thoughtful suck before his tongue dipped down tasting the saccharine nectar seeping from his virginal entrance. A low rumble vibrated through Suo Wei’s core, his ears catching on the groan tearing from the older man's chest.

 This was disgusting. 

His bound hands fell down, fingers entangling in the man's sable locks, trying to pull him away. But, it only seemed to excite him more. His endeavor grew frantic, deliberately sucking and slurping at his drenched cunt. 

Suo Wei could feel the tape loosening at the corners, his lips moved trying to maneuver it off. 

He couldn’t focus. 

An eccentric feeling settled in his stomach like a taught coil. Everything in his vision began to blur, his ears numbing all the sounds around him but the obscene ones the man was enunciating between his legs. 

He was forcefully being dragged to an edge of something he had never experienced. Fear rippled through his body, riding along the same waves of an intense decadence searing through his bloodstream. 

Chi Cheng grazed his teeth along the sensitive nub of nerves, watching the boy wail and his spine unwillingly curve from the bed. He saw the climax before the boy felt it, his tongue eagerly swiping down to press against his twitching entrance. His hand sneaked over the trembling hip, thumb pressing against the boy's clit, circling it with forceful, harsh strokes. 

A guttural wail tore from the boy, his hips jerking up and down, the last bit of tape fell off, flowing to the bed like a dead leaf. He rode against the man's face, his eyes sealed shut as supernovas exploded behind his eyelids. 

Chi Cheng drunk up every bit of his release as it squirted out, some dribbled down his chin, soaking his neck. It was nothing he had ever tasted before. He kept brutalizing his clit until small pleas fell from his parched lips. 

Suo Wei’s body dropped onto the bed with a blissed sigh, his eyes easing shut. The older man wiped at his glistening face. 

“Best damn meal I’ve had in ages,” he crawled over the boy's slack body, licking a thick stripe up his neck before nibbling at his jaw. His cock ached in their confines, the fabric dampening slightly. 

He straightened, unsheathing his lower body from the worn uniform, his cock springing free, slapping against his abdomen. His fist wrapped around the sweltering girth, giving it a generous tug when his eyes caught on the boy. He had twisted in the velvet duvet, crawling away to the edge of the bed. 

Suo Wei reached out, so close to getting away when something clamped down on his calf, his palms slipping as he began to be dragged over the bed. 

He put up a lousy fight, unable to get his tingling limbs to cooperate. Before he knew it, he slipped, chest pressing against the bed. 

“Running away already?” the man sneered, he handled Suo Wei’s body roughly. Twisting it and forming the boy in the position he wanted him to be in. 

Suo Wei couldn’t do anything. The stranger was too big. Too strong. It made him feel weak. In all reality, he was only tired. His body was exhausted from the amount of adrenaline it pumped, from all the abuse he had endured prior. 

When will this be over?

Chi Cheng pressed a palm onto the boy's angled head, making him sit still. He forced him to prop up on his knee’s, hips kissing the sky. The boy's cunt shimmered in the light, entrance pulsing more arousal until it began dribbling down, a transparent string seeping out pouring onto the bed. 

“Messy boy,” the man chuckled, tapping his tip against the sloppy cunt. Suo Wei shivered at the foreign feeling. “Ya know, if I weren’t mistaken, I think you want this,” he molded his back over the boy, lips caressing over the touchy cartilage of the boy's ear. 

A keening whine spilled from his lips, eyes seeping more tears that dampened the duvet. The hand pressing him down began to make his skull ache, a nauseating throb pulsing in his temples. 

“Your dripping wet baby,” his tongue poked out nudging at his ear, “Begging to be raped and filled, I bet this is what you want huh, for me to ruin your little pussy for anyone else,” 

“S…stop, please…mister,” Suo Wei managed to croak, he felt the blunt object gliding up and down his privates. He couldn’t take this anymore. 

“Stop? Remember you’re the one who said you’d do anything. You made the bet, sweetheart,” 

Suo Wei tried to shake his head, a cry slipping from his trembling lips. 

“Music to my ears,” 

Chi Cheng pulled away from the boy, one palm gripping his hips and keeping them steady, while the other held his cock up, nudging the irritated tip against that taught entrance. 

Suo Wei’s pelvis began to burn, an indescribable piercing pain shooting from his private area to his core. A hoarse yell forced its way out of him, he couldn’t weasel away this time. His head was still compressed against the bed, hands bound and laying above him. Even his hips were forced in an upright position. 

Chi Cheng bullied his cock inside, teeth sinking into the fat of his lower lip. The boys walls had trouble yielding to him, more slick leaked out trying to accommodate the insistent drag. But, nevertheless he forced it inside, until his pelvis kissed the boy's ass. He had bottomed out. 

He had not even realized an orgasm ripped through him until his cock began to spurt white, drenching the boy's heady walls with his seed. Chi Cheng gnawed around a groan, grinding into the boy with vigor. 

Suo Wei blinked away fresh tears, his belly feeling hot. 

“Sorry baby, fuck, its been so long, and your pussy feels like heaven,” the words imbedded in Suo Wei’s mind, a fresh wave of aversion washing over him. His hips ached, thigh muscles slightly trembling. 

Before he could accommodate the new feeling, Chi Cheng withdrew until the tip sat snug at his entrance. Then he dove back in, punching the breath from Suo Wei’s lungs. The boy couldn’t understand the feeling, it hurt so bad, it burned all the way up his spine. But, something unnerving settled in his stomach. That once strange feeling he had felt earlier, except more intense. 

The older man's hips picked up speed, hollowing out his insides, drilling a hole through his stomach. Suo Wei’s jaw fell slack, eyes lingering half mast as he willed himself to endure the abuse. 

“Yea..fuck…that’s right baby,” Chi Cheng groaned, his other palm bruising the boys hips as he brought them back to me his thrusts. “Taking every inch, like the good little whore you are,” His hand pressed deeper into the boy's skull, forcing him still. 

Suo Wei was horrified by the sounds spewing from his mouth; they all came out involuntarily, burning the tender tissue of his vocal cords. 

The older man continued fucking into the lithe body, at one point his knee lifted, foot planting against the bed so he could angle his hips perfectly. His cockhead nudged against something spongy hidden deep in the boy's little cunt. He wailed with every thrust, legs convulsing, hips dipping up and down. 

His muscles drew taught and a white sheet formed over his consciousness, he couldn’t stop it. Liquid gushed down his thighs soaking the bed, splattering over the man's pelvis. He tried to wriggle away, the intensity making him feel as if he were dying. 

Chi Cheng moaned the moment the boy's walls clasped around him, white forming at the base of his cock. His thrusts became shallow, lungs hungrily drinking in the humid air around them. 

Suo Wei’s sounds subsided to mewling whimpers, his legs unable to sit still. 

He flipped the boy over, a new profound starvation fueling his body.

An exasperated puff of hot air spewed from the boy's slack mouth, his glossy eyes glimmering up at him - all sweet and innocent. 

Chi Cheng maneuvered the both of them, one hand wrapping around the boy's throat, not cutting off his airflow -  but letting him know silently who was still in control. He propped one of the protesting legs on his shoulders before leaning forward, driving his cock back into that delirious heat. The boy's stomach bulged from the intrusion, every thrust making him twitch. 

Suo Wei had no choice but to take everything the older man gave him. His insides felt like mush - burning up. Every time the man entered him, he felt something deep inside being nudged. It shot sparks throughout his body, mind floating on a plane of liquid ecstasy. 

Chi Cheng drilled his cock deeper, his abdomen tightening every second. 

“Look at that…oh fuck…” Chi Cheng groaned, his legs tensing up, “Drunk on your rapists cock,” 

Suo Wei’s head nodded furiously at the man's words, a string of jumbled vowels and letters. He was unable to piece them together. Another wave of decadence washed over him, this one was intense but dull around the edges, not as eagerly building up as the rest. 

He needed more, he wanted that itch to subside so he could go to sleep. 

Something brushed over his abused cunt, before a swirling motion pressed harshly against him. 

Chi Cheng abused the boy's overstimulated clit, watching his spine curve, his jaw unhinging with a silent scream. He felt more liquid gushing out weakly, drenching his thighs, and slickening up his sloppy entrance. 

The boy’s cunt tightened up sending the older man overboard, a gruff moan fell from his lips as his mouth fell open. His cum splattered over his tender walls, drenching his small womb. Suo Wei went slack, his head lulling to the side 

After a few thrusts Chi Cheng went still, letting the intense feeling wash from his judgement. He drilled his cum into the boys tight pussy, plugging it up with his cock. 

“I think…I think I’m gonna keep you, doll,” 

Chi Cheng breathed a laugh when the boy could only whine, his lips pulling to a frown. 

“What? You don’t want that?” 

Suo Wei couldn’t get his jaw to work, his tongue had lost all of its energy. His head shook to and fro, that thought made his blood run cold. 

“Alright,” Chi Cheng licked his lips, trying to steady his breathing, “If you can keep my cum inside without letting any spill, I’ll leave you, how about that?” 

The boy had no time to agree before he felt the slow drag of the other man dislodging himself, he could feel the threat of the liquid inside oozing out. He tried to tighten up his abdomen - but it hurt. He tried closing his legs but the feeling felt more intense. 

Chi Cheng watched as the boy's bound hands came down, those lithe fingers sledding through his own cunt before they dipped into the river of milky white seeping out. He scooped it up, pressing it back inside. 

The older man felt his throat tighten, a fresh wave of arousal pooling in his groin. Suo Wei had tried so hard to keep it inside, but his fingers were too small, the liquid spurted from his abused, loosened entrance. 

His vocal cords worked around a raspy cry as fresh wetness coated his cheeks. 

“Aww, shh, I know baby, you tried,” Chi Cheng’s voice dripped with malice, his palms holding the boy's crimson cheeks. “You can try next time,” 

The older man’s once phlegmatic eyes colored with pure amusement, a genuine smile adorning his rugged face. 

This home harboured everything and more that he had needed.