SOLD [MarkHyuck]🥵

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NCT Gay Sauce was a bar that had young cute boys dance on poles, strip and had older boys up for sex. Taeyong was the only boy who levied the highest price at the bar, he certainly had a body of a goddess and Mr Jung paid half his earning for the beautiful boy. Likewise, Haechans friends were either sold to one specific man or sometimes two. Like Xiaojun, a Chinese small made beauty was bought by two handsome young men. Mr Wong and Mr Liú, neither of them complained though, that was how things were at the bar.

"Mr Lee would be here shortly." A maid bowed at the gorgeous beauty as Haechan stood at the center of the bed room, he wasn't used to this. It was his first time. Hours passed as the door finally clicked open and the strong smell of cigarettes filled the once clean air.

"Don't disturb me. Go home and don't be a menace." That dominating voice made Haechans feet weak, he gulped when the door clicked shut, the lock put on the third key.

Marks presence itself gave the beauty goosebumps. He wore a transparent shirt over his new red lingerie. His blood red lips biting into themselves. He could feel the cats eyes, hungry and craving. This felt strangely different yet curiously exciting. The older sat on the bed, their eyes meeting, a flush of red filled the boys chubby cheeks.

"Strip." Mark ordered, loosening his tie as he unbuttoned a few shirt buttons off his shirt showing some of his abs then folded his sleeves up.

Haechan Chris crossed his arms, lifted the shirt up, Do whatever he says. Don't make Mark mad. He's dangerous. Tens words replayed on the red heads mind, the older licked his lips.

"Turn around." Said the beafy master, stopping the dance at his back. His small yet strong arms felt Haechans waist, the younger unconciously moaned. He was sensitive to touch, especially when he was purely virgin.
"Sensitive aren't we baby boy?" Chuckled Mark as he stood up to face the shy dancer.

"No I'm not." Haechan tried to glare but got spanked on his peaches. He let out a moan then was pushed on the bed.

"I like feisty little boys." Said Mark going about to get hand cuffs.

Each wrist cuffed to the two upper corners of the bed and the ankles tied to the lower corners. Haechan never imagined himself being sold off just like that, his body arched at the very touch of the olders fingers. The smirk on his handsome face made the younger whimper. It wasn't long when Mark removed his shirt, making Haechan literally cum at the sight of the man who had bought him. The butterfly on his nape, the cigarette between his lips and the bottles of expensive beer on the table.

"What's your name stripper?" Mark started a device, it had a long needle which scard the tied up beauty.

"H-Haechan." Gulped Haechan, he was afraid of even imagining what the older might do with that.

"Good boy. Now.........look up at the ceiling until I'm done with you. Make me mad and you'll be punished for weeks." The older roared at the beauty, Haechan gritted his teeth in pain as his neck was being pricked, or more like tattooed. It hurt like a bitch, but he had no say, he had been sold to this man for a fortune full of gold.

Mark Lee

Had been tattooed on Haechans neck, an invisible leash to show hungry men he was someone else's property. Marks lips brushed over his sensitive tattoo, the wetness of his tongue making Haechans body curl. The beauty whimpered, he had become like one of his brothers back at the bar.

Mark smashed his lips on the boys thick red ones, manipulating his brain and body, Haechans body fell weak in the olders arms, the kiss sexier than a French liplock. The silver haired handsome mans arms on places no one ever touched, his lingerie torn to shreds, as his stubby arms gripped onto the handcuffs for life.

"You have a big chest for a guy." Mark smacked his lips after devouring the tiny pink nipples. He sat up, admiring the naked glory of the younger, the purplish pink hole too tight to even push through.

"Don't be afraid........" Whispered Mark into the doll like ear, his fingers slipping in and out of the tight ass hole. Haechan moaned, he whimpered, his body too tender for harsh sex. He had never had sex before for he was the most pampered and protected one at the bar.

Haechans screams resonated through the entire mansion, he moaned, he whimpered. Mark could with hold his energy for so long it was insane, Haechan bled his first night with his owner, he didn't have the heart to say he didn't like this. It felt much more pleasurable than his golden pole back there at the bar.

"H-Harder!!!!" Haechan moaned loudly, his head thrown back with pain but his lips saying other wise. His lipstick smeared on his mouth, his body tainted with the smell of Mark Lee.

The boys thighs were pushed back onto his own hickey filled chest, pounding mercilessly into him, Mark sure made the dancer cum more than he did when he slipped down the pole, his cum spilling down the metal. When Taeyong came back from his sex trip to Mr Jung's he threw a tantrum once he knew of the bargain Ten had come up with.

"You sold Haechan? Ten he's just 21! We promised him he won't be sold to anyone, he's a baby even though he acts seductive!!! Mark my words he's going to come back in a coffin." The boy hissed running up to his room.

Haechan mumbled incoherent words, his prostrate was bruised to the point he couldn't respond anymore. His eyes turning white with pleasure. His handcuffs were now removed but his hole still had Mark inside him, deeper and deeper they connected as time passed by with wild sex.