Cast a Shadow [My Stand In]

after so many years

DISCLAIMER:

There is underage abuse of a sexual nature in this chapter

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Twelve years ago

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With sweat rolling down his neck and onto his nose, Ming blinked repeatedly. His whole body was shaking from having been in the same position too long and he was so sure it was only going to get worse. He tried to adjust his knee but refrained when his entire weight pushed down against the floor. If he groaned in pain, he would attract attention. And that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Smack!

He flinched, trying to look across the pristinely, furnished room cast by an unauthorized, bedside lamp. He was not the only one kneeling on the ground. But he was the only one with his cheek on the scrubbed, floor tiles and his naked butt in the air.

Smack!

Ming flinched again, watching the scene before him.

His friend, Jon was kneeling on the floor, as well. Just like Ming, his clothes had been pulled down to his knees, leaving him just as naked. His hands were clenched around his mouth as his eyes streamed tears of pain and shame.

"Shhhhh," Phi Tong said to Jon. "I don't want to hear a sound."

Jon nodded obediently, still holding his mouth. Phi Tong reached down again, lifted Jon's soft dick as he raised his hand and brought it down in a hard smack as Jon lurched forward, barely managing to keep from falling.

Ming closed his eyes.

"You like to put your dick in other boys' mouths, eh?"

Jon shook his head.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Phi Tong asked, his voice, a quiet, soft contrast from his recent actions.

"No, Phi." Jon whispered through his hands as his eyes widened in fear.

"So you like it when boys suck your dick?"

More tears fell from Jon's eyes as he nodded.

"Does it feel good?"

Jon nodded.

"How does this feel?"

He took Jon by the dick and pulled as Jon lurched forward and fell, wailing in pain.

"I said keep quiet," Phi Tong scolded as Jon wiggled away, whimpering and covering his mouth.

Earlier, Phi Tong had caught them, dragged them into his room and asked them to kneel down. That had been right before dinner. He had left them there in his room and by the time he returned two hours later, their knees were killing them.

"Who was collecting?" he had asked earlier, taking a seat on his immaculately laid bed.

"P-Phi?" Jon had asked, because Ming had been too scared to say anything for two hours.

"Who was giving it? Was it you?" he asked Jon. "Did you put your dick in his mouth?"

Ming froze, unable to breathe as the question washed right through him. Who was collecting? Why did he care who? Why did he have to know? Was he going to punish them based on that? Was Ming's punishment going to be worse?

"Y-ye-yes, Phi," Jon said.

"Hmm," Phi Tong said, finally giving Ming his attention. "So you were the collector?"

Ming tried to nod. He really did. But he was still frozen in place and he was pretty sure he had swallowed his tongue.

"Come here," Phi Tong said, dragging Ming by his belt buckle as he scrambled forward and nearly flew into Phi's lap. Phi Tong pressed him away and suddenly, Ming's trousers and boxers were being pushed down.