What Happened to You?

13

"Eomma, I-I don't want to." Jimin gulped, his cousin playing a game or texting on his phone. "He's only here for another two or three days, you can share your bed with him two or three more times. I think it was very nice of you to invite him up in your bed last night." Mrs. Park smiled at her son.

"Be a good boy, please?" She looked at him. "O-okay, eomma..."

He wasn't being touched.

Jimin was wide awake, his cousin who touched him fast asleep right next to him. He could hear him snoring softly, and it was almost cute.

Jimin closed his eyes, telling himself it would be okay. Sleep slowly took over his body and mind, and Jimin felt himself go limp before his brain shut off for the day.

Jimin shot open his eyes when he woke up to a violent pain in his lower region, and his naked cousin was the first thing he saw. There was a hand over his mouth, and his arms were handcuffed above his head. The window over his bed told him it was sill night, possibly around 2AM.

He felt something sliding in and out of him, and he didn't like it. He looked farther down to see his cousin's cock inside of him, his legs spread wide for the whole world to see.

Jimin yelled against the hand on his mouth, able to try and defend himself with experience from last time.

"Hey, slut." His cousin whispered, snapping his hips forward. Jimin's scream was muffled into a quiet squeak by the hand on his mouth, and tears immediately started streaming down his face. He realized he was completely powerless in this situation.

"I knew you'd wake up to my cock inside of you." His cousin snickered, thrusting in and out of the elder's tight hole. Jimin sobbed at the pain, tugging on the metal handcuffs above him. His cousin reached down to kiss his chest, and his hand went up to play with Jimin's nipples.

Jimin yelled and tried to squirm away as his hand roamed over his chest, trying to knee his cousin in the stomach with huge waves of horror and shock washing over him.

His ankles were tied to his bedposts.

He was completely helpless. Vonerable. Stuck. Restricted.

Violated.

Exposed.

Jimin wanted to pass out from the pain between his legs, feeling the misterious object inside him go in and out faster. He heard the sounds of skin slapping together, and pain gave him a headache.

Jimin pulled as hard as he could on the handcuffs, but they weren't budging. This was real. It was happening. This was actually happening to him.

He choked on his sobs, not a lot of oxygen getting to his lungs. The suffocating feeling was enough to make him just give up.

He felt a hard push inside him, and suddenly something warm. Some type of liquid being pushed into him. Jimin's eyes were bloodshot from tears at this point, his body trying to realize what was going on.

His cousin flipped him over onto his stomach, and Jimin felt both pairs of handcuffs dig into his skin and scratch it.

"Jimin hyung..."

Jimin recognized the voice that seemed far off, as if it was his best friend. But neither of his friends sounded like that, and his current friends were all older than him.

He felt like he was being pulled away by somethig, like he could escape this painful, horrible, traumatic experience.

He felt light, like he could escape.

"Jimin hyung!"

But his cousin slammed the object back into Jimin, making him scream in pain. His cousin pushed his head into his pillow, cutting off all sources of oxygen as he thrusted harder, seeing his cum leak down Jimin's thighs from inside of him.

Jimin couldn't form words at this point, his face heating up with the loss of oxygen and suffocating him even more. His cousin pulled at his hair, pushing his head farther into his pillow as he chased his second orgasm.

He abused Jimin's behind, hitting his sweet spot that was supposed to make him stop fighting back. He saw how red Jimin's body was getting, and smirked as he twitched.

Jimin felt more of the liquid forced inside him, and his cousin removed the painful object. He was turned around onto his back, pain numbing his entire body now. He couldn't feel anything anymore. Nothing was feel-able.

Jimin looked at his cousin in the eyes, horror, exhaustion, and pain covering his own. His cousin felt guilty from the look in Jimin's eyes.

Like he had given up. Forced into surrender.

Jimin looked up at the younger like no matter what he did anymore, it wouldn't affect him. Like his soul was empty, cold, and numb.

"F*ck." His cousin removed his hand from Jimin's mouth, and the elder just laid there, his limbs being held still by pieces of metal. "Don't look at me like you didn't like it, hyungie." He laughed, and Jimin just stared at him with his eyes half-open with surrender.

"You look hot when you surrender." His cousin smirked above him, licking his lips.

"Why?"