hostage || jaeyong

eleven,

Taeyong was getting restless.

There was no TV or other means of entertainment he could use while waiting for that annoying bastard.

He had a mind to just get out of the house, but he didn't want Jaehyun to chase him down from the first day.

There was enough time to observe his surroundings later. For now, he had to admit he was very curious about this insanely rich guy, at least by his standards, and his unusual interest in someone like him.

The door finally opened, Jaehyun coming in with a small box in his hand and a mysterious smile painted on his face.

"Don't you know how to knock?" Taeyong said defensively.

"And ruin my chances of catching you masturbating?" Jaehyun twisted his lips as if he could barely refrain from laughing out loud. "Come now, pants down."

"What? You said you wouldn't force me!" Taeyong complained instantly.

"And you will not be," Jaehyun closed the door behind him and came closer. "You will have to trust me."

"Yeah, right," Taeyong snorted, while still sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees. "You took me away from my brother ..."

Jaehyun raised one finger to stop him.

"I believe the correct way of describing the situation is that your brother gave you away. How do you feel about that, by the way? He has not come to bring your stuff, either, although he promised."

"He will," Taeyong said with a small huff. Yes, it was annoying that his brother hadn't bothered to come around.

Jaehyun waited by the bed, looking very much amused.

"Just take your jeans off. I promise I will not touch you ... any more than necessary. Do not tell me you are frightened?"

Taeyong eventually moved.

He was really curious about what the man wanted.

He was anticipating being touched by the gorgeous man. And he had to prove that he was not scared.

With quick moves, he flipped open his jeans and stepped out of them. He liked going commando; there was no underwear to bother him.

He stood up straight, his hands in front, his legs slightly parted.

"So?" he challenged Jaehyun with his eyes.

The man caressed Taeyong's cheek briefly, and turning, picked up the box he had placed on the table earlier.

Taeyong's eyes spoke volumes as he saw the object.

"The fuck is that?"

"This is ... let us call it a little more sophisticated model of a chastity belt.

Jaehyun presented the small transparent case in his hand.

"No way!"

Taeyong took a step back, but his calves hit the bed.

"Yes way." Jaehyun said with a small laugh. "I told you I would not have you masturbate on my expense. If you are the stoic you claim you are, although your actions speak otherwise, then what is the problem? Plus, it is not like I will have you running around and mess around with my staff, either. Kim ahjumma is particularly off limits."

Jaehyun joked while climbing on the bed and pushing Taeyong down with a firm hand.

"She could be my grandma, what the hell?"

"Now, Taeyong, be a good boy," Jaehyun cooed and reached between Taeyong's legs to fondle his balls a little. "No harm will be brought to you."

"Like hell it won't!"

Taeyong said defensively, although he could feel his eyes rolling in his head, as Jaehyun's hand was moving between his legs.

"How am I going to piss? Or wash?"

"I will show you. The belt is designed to prevent you from getting it up, not stop you from relieving yourself. It will be a bit uncomfortable, but doable. You will be able to take showers, do not worry. I will help you should you need help."

"Fucking pervert!"

Taeyong tried to push Jaehyun away, but the man didn't budge.

"Look, Taeyong, it is this or you running back to your brother. What is it going to be?" Jaehyun asked a bit annoyed.

That was enough to make Taeyong back down.

"Whatever. Put the damn thing on me. It's not like I'll get hard around you anyway."

"Should we test that theory?"

Jaehyun bent more and placed a small peck on Taeyong's left cheek.

The hand moved on his cock, and Taeyong let go of a small moan.

"I should get you off before putting the chastity belt on," Jaehyun said mostly to himself.

"Don't," Taeyong whispered, but his mouth was captured into a kiss, and he let go.

It was just a hand job, right?

He could feel the tight grip on his organ down right into every fiber of his being.

It was like there was nothing else but the hand moving maddeningly slow, gathering liquid in the small slit. A thumb teased the head, spreading the moisture around.

"Please, let go," he begged, moving his head away from the kiss.

He could not think with Jaehyun's tongue in his mouth.

"Taeyong, you're so hot right now, you should see yourself," Jaehyun murmured into his ear.

He was made to get up from the bed, as Jaehyun moved away.

Confused he stood up.

Jaehyun dragged him in front of the large mirror he had noticed earlier in one corner.

Jaehyun stood behind him and gently seized his jaw.

"Look," he beckoned Taeyong to look in the mirror. "What do you see, Taeyong?"

"A pervert... all over me," the brunet said softly.

He could not believe that was him.

His eyes were moist, his lips looked a bit swollen, and there was a stranger's hand moving on his cock steadily, unhurriedly.

"You are beautiful, Taeyong," Jaehyun whispered against his cheek, placing small kisses all over it.

He could feel his toes curling against the plush carpet on the floor.

He could not bear it, so he closed his eyes.

"Let go, Taeyong," Jaehyun spoke seductively in his ear. "There is no one here, but you and me."

"F-fuck..."

He came so hard. Jaehyun's strong arms were the only thing that kept him from falling.