SOLD [MarkHyuck]🥵

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"Hyung?" Haechan beamed when he saw Win-win sitting on the living room couch. The gorgeous Chinese beauty waved happily.

"Channie baby!!!" He giggled gasping when the younger tackled him in a hug. "How are you?" Win-win smiled at the boy, the younger bit his lips, he blushed giving the older boy his answer.

"Let's go Winnie." Yuta called from outside and the beauty left giving the younger a tight hug.

Mark came inside with his cigarette, smirking he sat before the dancer, Haechan but his lips shyly, why was his master staring at him for so long? That was highly unlikely to happen, the younger looked everywhere other than the older boy.

"Spread for me baby." Mark drew in a nice amount of smoke, he checked his watch then gave that stare again. Haechan laid down on the couch but his master stopped it. "On the counter." Being lifted onto the high counter, Haechan pulled off his Lacey panty then started spreading his thighs.

"A-Ahhhh!!!" Haechan moaned the moment he felt his master wet tongue fuck him, sucking and slurping on the nice stretched pink hole. The younger had got more sensitive lately, too much sex just made him too soft.

"I have a beach party tonight. It's safe, nothing to worry, mostly your people. My men, to celebrate my birthday." Mark looked up from between the youngers ass.

"Happy Birthday Master." Haechan gasped having not known the olders birthday was today.

"Patience lil slut. Wish me when you give me my birthday sex." Mark kissed his hole then threw the cigarette bud into an ash tray as he left the house.

Haechan didn't have to prepare anything, he'd be fucked either way.  There were alot of liquor, after all his master owned every bit of the liquid so he could party. Mark drank beer like he were born to drink, the girls were half naked, his friends dancing along with them. Jungwoo was there, Junnie and Jess too, yet Haechan hated it. He hated it that the older let those girl slur around him.

"Channie........That's how it is baby. He's going to be married someday, we'll go back to where we came from. Boys like us stand on the same place where we were left, whilst guys who pay for us move on." Jungwoo smiled a broken smile, he wasn't lying though, in some sort of way they were gay prostitutes, Ten ran a brothel in the name of a bar. Haechan bit his lips, Mark had his arm around some blondie, the darkness providing very little time.

"Yeah........." Somewhere deep down it hurt, a part of him always had a feeling that someday Mark would auction him off to a higher price than he paid for. It was a completely Master and slut relationship, then why did he hate the sight of him with someone else?

The head was drunk to the core of bones, Haechan's body bounced on the bed, a resort his master had reserved for them for his birthday sex. Mark took him then and there, finishing bottles of beer, fucking wild and slow, he lost his control, ramming into the boy. The dancer just remained still, neither did he moan or scream, he let his master do anything he wanted to him. After all that's why he bought in the first place right?

Haechan woke up to an empty bed, as always, the sea crashing at a distance. He saw the dress laid out for him, biting his lips he read the letter on the satin outfit. There's a party at the bar. I have a dozen of meetings. Be quick I don't have all day. The dancer didn't understand his master at all, sometimes Mark made him feel like a school girl with butterflies he couldn't figure out, sometimes he felt like a mere slut whose body was used for pleasure. Never had he once addressed his master by his name, nor had they any interaction that made a more stronger relationship. Why did Mark get so mad that night at the bar? The younger sighed.

Wearing the tiny outfit he bit his lips confused. It was plain silver instead of red, the satin red high heels and the red thong made him giggle. Checking himself out on the mirror he painted his lips red, his hair having gotten longer he had it jelled out, a flirty look immediately appearing. The boys blue eyes had a thick line of eyeliner as he wiggled his swollen chest. Brilliant.

I'll be at the main hall.

Master-

The letter read lastly, walking as graceful as a cat the younger made his way through sweaty men, his tattoo on his neck, in-between the corners of his collar bones screamed that he had already been owned. Spotting his master playing billiards he pulled him lower with his tie, his tongue slipping inside Marks mouth, their lips closing in for a chaste french lip clock.

"Woah.......I didn't believe it when I heard Mark Lee got the hottest dancer at Johnny's bar. Damn the power he holds." Someone mumbled, Mark smirked hearing that, his slut looking ravishingly hot but off limits.

"Master........." Haechan traced the tip of his tongue on Marks wine glass. The older squeezed his ass making him moan, sipping from his master's drink he let the olders arms feel him.

Mark had his cigarette between his lips, they talking about some business that the dancer didn't understand. Nevertheless he did what his master told him to do, stay beside him, once all the meetings were over, the dancer straddled the older, his teeth pulling the silver haired man's lower lips as he rolled his hips over Marks.

"Slow down baby. You are too drunk, I'll give you what you want in private." Mark licked Haechan bruised neck, the beauty whimpered as he was thrown over his master's shoulders and taken away. The younger bit his lips, moaning at the feeling of his master's arm on his ass.