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used and abused 🔞

"Please, I...I didn't mean it. I didn't mean anything. Please." Jisung begged, silent tears falling down his cheeks.

He'd been saving himself for someone he truly loves, he couldn't believe that it was all about to be stolen from him.

Chan seemed unphased by the younger's pleas for help, the sound only encouraging him.

"I'm sure you didn't, doll." Chan responded, his attention now fully on the boy as he finished restraining him to the bed.

"But it doesn't change the fact that you need to be taught a lesson."

Jisung closed his eyes as the older began to undress him, practically tearing the clothes off the boy.

Maybe if I keep my eyes closed, it won't feel as scary, as degrading. Right?

Jisung kept his eyes closed as he soon heard Chan beginning to undress himself.

The younger could feel Chan crawling up the bed once more, hovering over his shaking frame.

The next thing Jisung knew, Chan's lips were placing kisses along his jawline, eliciting a whimper of surprise from the smaller.

"You're beautiful." Chan spoke gently against Jisung's skin before leaving a love bite, the first of many for the night.

Chan wanted to see the boy bruised.

Without any warning, one of Chan's fingers were being inserted into Jisung's ass. He wanted to take the boy's virginity, but he wanted it to be pleasurable for the boy as well.

The events that were about to transpire were a nightmare for Jisung, but they were a dream come true for Chan.

He wanted Jisung to understand that, he wanted Jisung to feel that.

Chan wanted to ruin the boy beneath him, he wanted to break him. He wanted to use Jisung until the younger was unable to walk, let alone speak.

But he wanted Jisung to want that, too.

Jisung shook his head as Chan thrust his finger inside of him, soon adding a second.

Soft whimpers escaped Jisung's lips as Chan prepped him, the sounds seeming to be involuntary.

Chan continued to leave love bites all over Jisung's neck, some falling onto his chest.

After a few moments, Chan felt that Jisung was plenty prepped.

As he removed his digits, Jisung sighed in relief, hoping that everything was over.

As Jisung fluttered his eyes open, Chan began to push his own length into the smaller's prepped hole.

Jisung screamed, his hands curling into fists as his head fell back.

Chan groaned at the tight feeling, getting lost in Jisung's cries and moans.

"Please." Jisung choked out, the pain of his first time overwhelming.

As soon as Chan bottomed out, he leaned down, burying his face into the younger's neck.

"Fuck, doll. You feel amazing."

Jisung shook his head slightly at the older's words, "It hurts."

Chan soon leaned back, his hands resting on either side of Jisung's head. "It'll fade."

Pulling out, the older established a steady rhythm, loving the feeling of Jisung clenching around him.

Jisung bit his lip to hold back his cries, his eyes glued to the ceiling.

He hated that his body was reacting in a positive manner to the older's actions.

He hated that from the outside, he appeared to be enjoying this, with his erection and his soft moans.

Truth was, on the inside, he was conflicted.

Part of Jisung really hated everything that was happening.

He hated the feeling of Chan's dick in his ass. He hated how painful everything was, even though the pain was starting to subside.

He hated that the feeling of Chan hitting something inside of him made his head spin.

He hated that feeling of being on cloud nine that was beginning to cloud his mind.

He hated that he enjoyed the sensual touches from the older, the way his hands caressed his waist.

He especially hated that he didn't hate this.

What's wrong with me? Jisung questioned himself, angry at his sudden change of opinion.

While Jisung was lost in his own internal conflict, Chan couldn't help but appreciate the look of euphoria that was glossing over Jisung's eyes.

Groaning to himself, Chan angled the smaller's hips in hopes of finding that special bundle of nerves within him.

Quickening his pace, Jisung soon let out a strangled moan.

Jisung struggled against the restraints as this feeling grew within him, a feeling of complete and utter bliss.

As his moans became more frequent, he shook his head, not wanting to accept that he was about to cum from the older's actions.

He soon came, strings of white being shot onto his abdomen while strangled moans and cries escaped his lips.

Chan moaned at the sight of Jisung coming undone, the sight alone enough to send him over the edge.

He soon reached his own climax, cumming deep inside of the worn out boy beneath him.

Jisung writhed at the sensation, feeling like a used toy.

After riding the two of them through their highs, Chan slowly pulled out of the boy, watching his cum leak out of Jisung's abused hole.

Groaning to himself, he walked away from Jisung, making Jisung think that everything was over. Maybe he could go to his room now and cry himself to sleep.

But as Chan returned, holding a branding iron, Jisung knew this was far from over.

"No...please." The younger begged, not wanting his skin to be damaged by the heat of the iron.

"Sorry, doll. Now you'll always be reminded that I own you."

Chan brought the branding iron down onto Jisung's hip, the sound of Jisung screaming in pain as the hot metal marked his skin being heard throughout the house.

Lee Know sat outside the door, his head resting against the wall as he heard the whole thing.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie."