The days after the last encounter with Pond were a blur of anxiety and dread for Phuwin. He tried to bury himself in his studies and his carefully curated social life, but it was becoming harder to keep up the facade. Every time his phone buzzed, he tensed, fearing it was another demand from Pond. And when those demands came, they were more intrusive, more humiliating, and more frequent.
It started with simple things—requests for Phuwin to come over at odd hours, to dress in certain ways, to perform certain acts that pushed the boundaries of his comfort. But soon, Pond's demands escalated. He wanted more of Phuwin's time, more control over his actions, both in private and in public. Phuwin found himself living in a constant state of fear, always wondering when Pond would call, what he would ask for next.
One afternoon, as Phuwin was leaving his last class of the day, his phone buzzed with a message from Pond: "Meet me at the hotel, 7 PM. Don't be late." Phuwin's stomach dropped. The hotel meant something more than just a visit to Pond's apartment. It meant that Pond had something particularly degrading planned, something that would strip away another layer of Phuwin's dignity.
As the time approached, Phuwin felt the familiar knot of anxiety tighten in his chest. He arrived at the hotel, a sleek, modern building that catered to the city's elite. The lobby was filled with the soft murmur of wealth and power, but to Phuwin, it felt like walking into a prison.
Pond was waiting for him in the penthouse suite, lounging on a sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as Phuwin entered, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You're on time. Good."
Phuwin nodded, keeping his eyes downcast. He had learned that it was better not to meet Pond's gaze, better not to provoke him in any way. The less he resisted, the easier it was to endure whatever Pond had planned.
"Take off your clothes," Pond commanded, his voice casual, as if he were asking for something as mundane as a cup of coffee.
Phuwin hesitated for the briefest moment before obeying. He stripped off his clothes, each piece falling to the floor until he stood naked before Pond, feeling more exposed than ever.
Pond's eyes raked over him, his gaze possessive. "You look good like this," he said, his tone approving. "Now, I have a surprise for you."
Phuwin's heart pounded in his chest as Pond reached for his phone and made a quick call. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. Phuwin's blood ran cold as he watched Pond open the door, revealing a man he had never seen before. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and exuded an air of confidence that made Phuwin's stomach churn with fear.
"This is my friend, Nop," Pond said, closing the door behind the man. "He's heard a lot about you, Phuwin. Tonight, you're going to entertain both of us."
Phuwin's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected Pond to involve someone else. The room seemed to close in on him as the reality of the situation set in. But there was no escape. Pond had made sure of that.
Pond crossed the room, his hand trailing down Phuwin's chest in a possessive caress. "You'll do whatever we say," he murmured, his voice low and commanding. "And you'll do it well, won't you?"
Phuwin nodded, his throat tight with fear and humiliation. He had no choice. The alternative was unthinkable.
What followed was a blur of commands, hands, and bodies. Phuwin's world narrowed to the present moment, to the demands being placed on him and the overwhelming need to comply. Every touch, every word, was another reminder of how powerless he was, how completely Pond controlled him. And the presence of Nop only made it worse, the added layer of degradation pushing Phuwin further into the darkness that had become his life.
By the time it was over, Phuwin was drained, his body aching and his mind numb. He dressed quickly, eager to escape the suite, but Pond wasn't finished with him yet.
"You did well tonight," Pond said, his voice almost patronizing. "But don't think this is the last time. I have plans for you, Phuwin. You belong to me now, and I'm going to make sure you never forget that."
Phuwin didn't respond. He couldn't. The weight of what had just happened was too much, the reality of his situation pressing down on him like a physical force. He left the suite without a word, stepping out into the cool night air, but the sense of relief he usually felt after leaving Pond's presence was absent. Instead, there was only emptiness, a void where his pride and sense of self had once been.
The walk home felt longer than usual, each step heavy with the knowledge that there was no escape from this life. Pond's demands were growing more intense, more degrading, and Phuwin knew that he had only seen the beginning of what Pond was capable of. The thought terrified him, but what terrified him more was the realization that he was losing the will to fight back.
As the days passed, Pond's control over Phuwin tightened. The demands came more frequently, the situations more humiliating. Pond began to involve more people—friends, acquaintances, even strangers—each encounter designed to push Phuwin further, to strip away more of his identity. Phuwin felt himself slipping away, the person he had once been replaced by someone who existed only to serve Pond's desires.
His days were a constant battle to maintain the facade of normalcy, to hide the truth from the people around him. He attended classes, participated in social events, but it was all an act, a desperate attempt to hold on to the life he had built. But with each passing day, that life felt more like a distant memory, something he had once had but could no longer claim.
Phuwin knew that he couldn't keep this up forever. The strain was becoming too much, the pressure too intense. But he also knew that there was no way out. Pond had him trapped, and as long as Pond held the power to destroy him, Phuwin would have to keep playing the role that had been forced upon him.
And so, Phuwin continued to submit, to obey, to endure. But with each submission, with each act of compliance, he lost a little more of himself, until the person he had once been was nothing more than a fading memory. Pond's demands were insatiable, his control unrelenting, and Phuwin was left with no choice but to surrender completely, even as the darkness consumed him.
There was no escape. There was no end. There was only Pond's control, and Phuwin's submission to it.
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Journey (PONDPHUWIN)
FanfictionCOMPLETE Phuwin, a young man caught in a web of power and control, and Pond, the wealthy and influential figure who becomes both his captor and his lover.
