SOLD [MarkHyuck]🥵

8

The car arrived promptly, the younger got in waving at his family, he avoided Ten. He still felt betrayed, his dreams crushed yet he didn't say a word against. The younger got off the car and pushed through his master's mansion. Mark was at the living room, shirtless as he sipped his beer like the king he was. His silver hair too hot for words, the butterfly on his nape urged the younger to touch it.

"It's pretty......" Haechan whispered walking upstairs to shower.

Haechan was in the shower when the glass door opened letting Mark step under the water, the youngers body felt up and down. His grey eyes toxic with lust, the younger got slammed on the glass door, his lips smashed, his thighs lifted as he felt the olders dick slipping in almost in an instant. His stubby arms slipped down the moist glass, his hole too sensitive and stretched. Moans were suppressed due to the running water. The beauty got fucked so hard he could barely stand anymore.

"There's something on your lips." Mark said when they sat at the dinning table to eat, the younger pouted.

"What is it?" He tried to wipe his swollen lips when he the older got closer, he slipped his tongue into the youngers mouth first then kissed him, the boy dropped his spoon, the kiss started getting rated as Mark pulled away with a chaste sound.

"A kiss." Mark chuckled, the younger blushed darkly, pretending to eat. The older had been in a good mood since yesterday, he wouldn't frown but wanted his baby boy in red no matter what.

It was on afternoon when Haechan was left raw and dripping after sex on the couch when Mark came home angry. The older did nothing but pound into him so harshly it was as if his master was so mad and took it on him. It hurt so much the younger started crying amidst the sex and Mark pulled out immediately realising what he'd done.

"W-What did I do wrong?" Haechan whimpered through the pain as he sat up with a grunt. Mark rubbed his face and he shook his head.

"Not you baby. Let's get you to the hospital." Saying so Mark ushered him to shower but Haechan smiled straddling his master and lowering himself down on the dick. It hurt so much but he hated seeing Mark upset for some sort of reason.

"You were in pain." Mark confusedly mumbled, the younger kissed him making him forget what bothered him.

Sex felt amazing, smooth like butter but not the sex he had with his master yesterday. That was the real definition of wild, Mark had lost control once again and he had rammed into his ass mercilessly it got the dancer bed ridden for two days whilst his master dealt the problem he had outside.

"My hole is fucking ripped off. Urghhh........" Haechan limped to the bathroom, he took the painkillers Doyoung had given him a few days back.

After a long warm bath the dancer felt refreshed, wearing on of his master's shirts he padded downstairs, biting his red lips in search of food, the landline ran making him frown. That was unusual. He gingerly sat his swollen ass down and answered the phone call.

"Hello?" He mumbled unsure.

"Haechan!!! It's me Taeyong! Chenle.......Gosh Chenle has been dragged away by some guy. Kun told me and I thought you should know. It's not Jisung who usually pays for him, like he's still a virgin. I'm so worried Channie. The bar is a whole mess and Ten says it's been three days since he was taken away." Taeyong cried on the other line having asked Mr Jung for the number. Sadly the beauty didn't get a chance to reply when a veiny arm cut the call.

"Who was it lil slut?" Mark lit a cigarette, he pushed the boy on the couch. Spanking ass.

"Taeyong hyung." Haechan pouted, Mark lifted a limb over the back of the couch, blowing smoke everywhere.

"Spread for me baby....." The older loved the view of the bruised pink ass hole, he licked it making the younger moan. "Good boy.....hmmm so what businesses did he have with my slut?" Mark started sucking on the hole, Haechan moaned feverishly, he gripped the couch handles tight. His red nails digging into the fabric.

"He-He....ummmmmAhhh....said Chenle was......ngahhha dragged away by a man." Haechan screamed, Mark looked up, taking a good amount of smoke from his cigarette.

"Wasn't that boy paid for? Park......By a Park Jisung." The silver head caressed the inner thighs. "Sit." He demanded, the younger sat up.

"It wasn't him he says. Some older guy, three days and he still hasn't come back. Chenle is still a child, he doesn't deserve to be dragged away. I'm so afraid he might get raped instead." Haechan started crying, he bit his lips to soften the cry. Mark lifted his chin up.

"Stop worrying about another boy at a brothel baby. He's bound to loose it either way. I have work, don't disappoint master now shall we my dirty little slut?" Mark pushed the younger back on the couch, eating him out as he left the boy wet and stained with cum as he left for god knows what business.

Haechan sniffled, that was their fate wasn't it? Ten sold boys for money, he was kindhearted but had no power because he was already someone else's slut. The younger showered again, this time he didn't bother putting on lipstick. For he felt helpless since he could do nothing but exist in a harsh world. He heard Marks car drove off, yet another man who cared about nothing.

"I'm so sorry Lele. Please don't hurt him God." Haechan prayed, that's all he could do right now. Pray and plead to save his little friend. They were raised as brothers in the same pod, sadly it wasn't an orphanage instead a brothel house for gays.