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Wooyoung held a deep affection for his best friend.
He adored Yeosang's innocent and air-headed demeanor, fully aware that there was much more beneath the surface.
He found Yeosang’s dedication to adhering to instructions given by choreographers, producers, or his fellow team members absolutely endearing. He would do exactly as he was told, nothing more, nothing less.
He preferred to color within the lines and that exactly was his charm.
Wooyoung found this quality especially appealing.
With that attraction came the inevitable urge to test its limits, a tendency that Wooyoung couldn't help but notice in his interests. He was keen on pushing limits and testing the lines, crossing them quite often with his team members.
Whenever he found himself alone in a room with Yeosang, he'd deliberately encroach upon his best friend's personal space until he voiced his irritation. Yeosang would ensure to never hurt Wooyoung’s feelings, though, always framing his retorts with politeness.
“You’re awfully clingy today,” he’d say. Wooyoung would grin at that most times. He'd plant kisses on Yeosang's cheeks, temple, and birthmark, repeatedly, until the older managed to slip away and make a hasty escape.
Wooyoung would remain unperturbed, amused by the effect his antics had on Yeosang. He’d try and give the same treatment to his other members only to find varying reactions, some surprisingly receptive, while others vehemently opposed. There was no sweet middle spot in the lineup like Wooyoung had found in Yeosang.
Ideas brewed in his head until they precipitated into something real and solid and very risky. He was about to stretch his best friend's boundaries in a manner Yeosang wouldn't anticipate.
Wooyoung prepared for the activity weeks in advance. He procured a live voice modifier, a real gun that he borrowed from his older brother, a ski mask, and restraints in the form of zip ties. Wooyoung sat on his idea for what felt to him like a long time.
Following the successful completion of an outdoor shoot at a national park, Wooyoung set his plan into motion. When Yeosang decided to take a bathroom break, courtesy of the many cartons of juice Wooyoung had been feeding him throughout the day, Wooyoung instructed the rest of the group to continue without them, spinning a tale about a late-night family dinner he and Yeosang had to attend.
Fatigued from the day's activities, the members left without raising any further questions.
As the others departed, Yeosang entered the parking lot on the outskirts of the park, only to discover an absent vehicle. There was nothing keeping him company but a lone street lamp, the dim yellow glow of the light bringing him no comfort.
Nearby, Wooyoung remained concealed amidst the shadows of a tree that overlooked the deserted lot. He had changed into another outfit.
Yeosang looked confused, eyes darting around to find signs of life.
Wooyoung poised himself like a predator ready to pounce, not necessarily hidden, but banking on Yeosang's tunnel vision to not see it coming.
There was a curious pout on Yeosang's lips as he fished his phone out from his pocket, readying to dial a number.
Wooyoung’s heart leaped as he witnessed his scheme on the verge of collapse right before his eyes. Yeosang was surely going to dial his number first among the group, and uncertainty gnawed at Wooyoung as to whether his phone was on silent mode. As Yeosang scrolled through his recently dialed contacts, Wooyoung swiftly silenced his phone, not missing a beat. He pulled on his black ski mask, grabbing his unloaded gun as he readied for the next phase of the plan.
Wooyoung moved with great stealth through the deserted parking lot, ensuring no potential witnesses were present. He was quick, allowing him to intercept Yeosang within a matter of seconds.
Wooyoung's hand clamped over Yeosang's mouth in one swift motion, the barrel of his gun pressing against Yeosang's back. The older jolted, dropping his phone, muffled noises coming out in yells as he desperately clawed at Wooyoung's restraining hands.
“Do as I say and I’ll let you go,” Wooyoung stated, his live voice changer doing wonders to transform his voice. He sounded completely different, timbre deeper than usual. He retrieved Yeosang’s phone from the hard tarmac, stashing it in one of his pockets. He shoved Yeosang as he spoke. “Walk.”
Yeosang didn't put up any more fight than his initial display of shock, fulfilling Wooyoung's perception of him being obedient to a fault.
He moved in the direction Wooyoung pushed, heading deep into the forest with unsteady steps as the barrel of the gun poked into him. His breaths came out in ragged gasps, his lips trembling beneath Wooyoung's hand.
Wooyoung expected most people to at least try and resist, struggling to break free and regain their freedom. However, Yeosang's single-mindedness and belief in sticking to orders led him down a straight line, oblivious to other possibilities. His perspective seemed confined to a narrow focus.
If this were a genuine situation, Yeosang's complete obedience to every command would likely have put him in a more dangerous position. A real criminal would definitely have not released him, especially if he complied with everything.
The two walked for a long time until Wooyoung was sure no one would hear Yeosang even if he screamed his lungs out. He dug a knee into the back of Yeosang's legs as they easily buckled, weakened by distress. He floundered on the ground, trying his best to crawl away.
"What do you want?" he asked, voice weak and small. "Please, jus— just let me go." Even in a situation like this, he was quieter than necessary.
Wooyoung remained wordless, unable to help the grin reaching his face as he recognized signs of a victory. Wooyoung positioned himself on his haunches, Yeosang's eyes going wide as saucers as the distance between them closed. He was confident that the shelter of the foliage would obscure his features enough to prevent Yeosang from recognizing him, even if he didn’t wear a ski mask.
Pulling a zip tie from his pocket, Wooyoung secured Yeosang's wrists behind his back. He then fastened a cloth around his mouth as a makeshift gag, prompting loud objections from Yeosang that left as muffled whines.
He took hold of Yeosang's jaw. There was so much terror contained in his glassy eyes.
“You better get up and run,” Wooyoung uttered. “Run as far away as you can.”
Yeosang looked bewildered, unsure if it was a dare or a taunt.
“If you escape me fair and square, I won’t bother you ever again. You're a free man. However,” he said, circuiting Yeosang’s shivering body, fully aware that the second option was infinitely more viable. “-if you get caught... I can do whatever I want to you.” A visible shiver went through Yeosang as if he’d been struck by lightning. "I promise I'll be kind.”
Yeosang shakily rose to his feet, his knees wobbling. Wooyoung realized he wouldn't be much different if placed in the same situation. He felt a delightful pity for his best friend.
“I’ll even give you a headstart,” he declared, turning his back to Yeosang. “Ten...Nine...Eight…Seven…Six…” he faltered. He glanced over his shoulder to see Yeosang already dashing in the opposite direction. “Five...Four...Three...Two...One. Here I come.”
Yeosang sprinted faster than Wooyoung could have anticipated, displaying an agility that belied his usual klutzy nature and with great poise for someone who had their hands tied behind their back.
Wooyoung harbored no fear of losing the chase, however. He was known as the fastest in the group, which was saying a lot given the above-average athletic prowess of all eight members.
The icy breeze of the night grazed against Wooyoung's skin as he surged forward, rapidly closing the gap between him and Yeosang. The older panted heavily, concentrating not to stumble on any stray obstacles, his compromised balance adding to the challenge. His heartbeat resounded in his ears, uncomfortably loud, mixing with the thuds of his feet and his muffled cries.
He felt Wooyoung’s footfalls closing the distance between them, his blood freezing in his veins. Fueled by adrenaline, Yeosang showed incredible stamina, extending the chase even as he felt his muscles getting sore and his breath growing shallow. He clung to that last reserve of energy, adamant it would carry him to safety.
Yeosang resorted to zig-zags, attempting to outwit Wooyoung. Despite his efforts, a jutting root of an old tree trapped his foot, causing him to tumble and fall on his front. He glanced over his shoulder, anticipating his perpetrator to be looming over him, only to find himself all alone in the forest. His eyes swiveled with nervousness, trying to find signs of movement. His white T-shirt was soiled with dirt, arms covered in small cuts. His pants were torn at the thigh, blood dripping from the gash underneath. He was too pumped up on adrenaline to register the pain earlier, but it truly hurt now that he had gotten the chance to observe it. Tears started to stream down his face as he drowned in self-pity.
Wooyoung had come to an abrupt halt when Yeosang fell, hiding behind a thick-ringed tree as a grin played on his lips. He observed Yeosang struggling to rise yet failing.
He wouldn't initiate the next phase yet. He felt there was still a lot more fun to be had.
From his concealed spot, he spoke up. "Giving up so easy?" His voice was ominous as it reached Yeosang.
Yeosang immediately staggered up on two legs, expression shifting. He broke into a sprint again, a bit slower this time. Branches lashed against his skin, needle-like leaves scraping against his face and neck. He registered the sound of another pair of feet thudding behind him, feeling like it was all a bad nightmare. His body burned, yet he knew he was dead if he stopped.
The masked man had given him a hefty head start earlier, and Yeosang had all but wasted it. He felt a strange sense of gratefulness toward the man. He found the dregs of humanity in his personality to be kind, as if his standards had sunk to the lowest level of hell.
His thigh stung with a searing pain every time he put weight on his left leg, yet he continued sprinting to the best of his abilities. The masked man laughed behind him, a guttural, chilling sound. He felt goosebumps rise on his skin.
Wooyoung shifted gears, rapidly gaining on Yeosang. He reached an arm out to grab him but missed by an inch. The next time he tried, he made sure he wouldn’t fail.
He tackled Yeosang to the ground, the pair simultaneously falling with a painful thud.
Yeosang exerted his best effort to crawl away from underneath him, but Wooyoung thought it all looked a bit pathetic. He was heaving loud breaths, hiccuping from how exhausted and terrified he was. Wooyoung got up and seated himself on Yeosang's back, his legs pinning him to the ground.
“What do we have here?” The voice changer lent a chilling aura to Wooyoung's voice. He removed the gag from Yeosang’s mouth.
“Please- Please let me go. I’ll give you anything you want, money, whatever. Anything, just please…”
Wooyoung shook his head in disappointment. “But that’s not what we agreed on, is it?” He buried the side of Yeosang’s face in the ground, grabbing the scruff of his neck. “I won fair and square.” He leaned closer to Yeosang's ear, his whisper dripping with a sinister tone. “I said I’d do whatever I want to you, and you agreed.”
"I— I—" Yeosang stammered, struggling to form coherent words. "I'll let yo— you do anything if you just untie me."
Wooyoung felt aroused at Yeosang’s desperation.
“How do I know you won’t run away?”
“You- You’re faster. You can- can catch up to m-me.”
“Don’t try to be smart.” Wooyoung pushed Yeosang further into the ground, putting all of his weight on him.
“I’m not ly-lying,” he said as his breath hitched. “I’ll do anything you say.”
“You’ll have to earn my trust,” Wooyoung said, ominous.
He used his weight to hold Yeosang down as he used both hands to unbuckle his belt. Yeosang offered resistance, but not nearly enough as if he had surrendered.
Wooyoung pulled Yeosang's trousers down over the swell of his hips, his ass coming into view.
The older thrashed his legs, trying to make himself smaller somehow.
“No!” he wailed. “Please, you- you can’t do this!”
Wooyoung parted his ass the best he could with the given position. He licked a finger and brought it to the small pucker. He pushed, trying to breach his hole, causing Yeosang to let out a frustrated yell. His bound hands squirmed, his fists clenching tightly in response. His wrists were bloody from the tightness of the zip ties.
Seeing the resistance his small hole was offering, Wooyoung parted his cheeks with both hands, observing the sight between with unrepentant hunger before he spat directly onto his rim.
"Fuck, it's so tight,” Wooyoung remarked, feeling blood rush to his boner. He pressed it to the back of Yeosang’s thigh, making sure he felt all of it. Wooyoung bent down to flick his tongue on the hole. Yeosang felt the rough fabric of the ski mask graze against his sensitive skin as the man laved his hole, sucking and pushing his tongue slightly inside. He flicked his tongue teasingly, letting saliva dribble down Yeosang's hole. He pushed it in further when he felt slight relaxation for a fleeting moment.
Yeosang hissed from the intrusion. He buried his face into the ground, finding a sense of relief in the fact that they were alone in the forest so no one else could witness his humiliation and helplessness.
Wooyoung doused two of his fingers in lube and drizzled some on the cleft of Yeosang's ass, watching the viscous liquid run between his lightly fuzzed crack. He played with his pucker with the two lubed digits, discovering Yeosang was intentionally clenching to deny entry. Wooyoung landed a spank on his milky white ass in punishment, the resounding smack awfully loud in the otherwise dead-silent park.
Yeosang cried out in fear. The sudden smack was a jolt to his on-edge senses. “I- I’m sorry!”
Wooyoung spanked him again, this time with less force, as he observed the pucker twitching upon the blooming pain.
He forced two fingers in despite the tightness, Yeosang’s mouth softening as if on the verge of a gasp.
“It’ll be easier if you stay a good boy.”
Yeosang felt himself about to implode from shame at the words, blood rushing to his erection despite himself. He registered the use of lubrication, again somewhat glad that his perpetrator chose to go easy on him.
Wooyoung closed a hand around Yeosang’s throat as leverage as he used the other to get his insides slick. He fucked him with his fingers, rubbing his prostate on an especially deep stroke, punching an uncharacteristically loud whine from Yeosang.
“Wait!” he cried out. “Please, just... Just let me go…I won’t tell anyone.” Tears escaped his eyes. He was terrified of the notion that he might be hard as his perpetrator forced his way inside.
“I promised I'll be kind, didn't I?” Wooyoung asked, shushing the older. "Or do you not trust me?" Yeosang felt despair consume him.
Wooyoung stretched Yeosang with his fingers in scissoring motions, making sure to get his prostate periodically to get more intense reactions. He was delighted when Yeosang got increasingly loose-lipped. He gently griped and moaned, hips writhing despite himself.
Wooyoung shifted his position, momentarily lifting his weight off Yeosang. The older seized the opportunity, using it to his advantage and tipping Wooyoung's balance. With a swift move, Yeosang pushed himself up and stood. Wooyoung found himself on the ground, observing as Yeosang struggled to pull up his pants without the use of his hands, preparing to run off.
He got them up halfway back before he broke into a slow sprint, his spirits dampened from the events that had since transpired after the last chase.
Wooyoung caught up to him with ease, shoving him to the ground. Yeosang cried out in frustration after his unsuccessful escape as he fell yet again, just moments later. He found himself on his back this time. He would have concealed the burning shame of his erection if his hands were free.
A dirty thrill rushed through Wooyoung as he approached Yeosang, his standing form towering over his desperate best friend. His eyes darted between the wet patch on his trousers and Yeosang’s terrified expression.
Wooyoung threateningly gripped the handle of his gun in the holster.
“I’m s-sorry!” the older said, panic etched into his brow. He felt anguished, wishing he hadn't poked the bear or at least fully escaped while he had the chance. “I won’t- I won't do it again.”
Yeosang’s lower lip quivered. He braced himself for a blow or a strike at the least, simultaneously preparing to receive a gunshot in one of his limbs. However, he was delivered something far milder than his expectations. Despite the circumstances, he found an unusual sense of gratitude welling up within him.
“It’s alright, you were just scared,” the masked man reassured as he crouched, patting Yeosang’s head. He welcomed the touch subconsciously. “Why don’t you show me how sorry you are, hm?”
Yeosang felt his pulse rise impossibly high, gulping around nothing.
Wooyoung slowly unbuckled his belt, shifting his holster as he unzipped his cargo pants. His hard cock flopped out and he pressed the head to Yeosang’s sealed lips. Yeosang peered into his eyes, hesitant. Then his mouth slowly opened, relinquishing and accepting the tip.
Wooyoung kept the pistol in its holster, having a strange intuition that Yeosang wouldn't dare to disobey his orders, even without a constant looming threat pointed at him.
Even though Yeosang could’ve bitten it and tried to escape while the man was incapacitated, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He felt afraid of what lay ahead if the man caught him again, fearing any further punishment. He imagined the man keeping him captive for months, using him day and night, filling him up with his loads as punishment for not obeying him. The notion erupted a full-body shiver within him.
Alongside that, guilt gnawed at him for even considering such an act after the man had treated him well. Even the cuts and bruises on his body weren't inflicted by the man, they'd been a result of his own actions.
So he remained obedient and tried not to gag, hoping for a compliment at the back of his mind.
Wooyoung held Yeosang’s mouth wide open, sliding his cockhead against the inside of Yeosang’s cheek. He then shoved it to the back of his throat, the scrape of Yeosang’s tongue like sandpaper on the underside of his shaft.
He could tell Yeosang was trying his hardest not to gag, his expression mirroring the level of concentration he exhibited when learning a choreography for the first time.
He grabbed the front of Yeosang's t-shirt to pull him closer, the fabric ripping as if made of parchment.
Yeosang’s hair was mussed, there was mud smeared across his neck, his clothes were tattered in multiple spots, and small cuts and bruises littered his skin. He was the spitting image of a mess.
And despite his best efforts not to, he gagged hard, his whole body jolting from the sensation. Wooyoung pulled out, a thick string of spit connecting his cock to Yeosang’s mouth. Yeosang turned his face to the side, coughing violently. Spit dribbled down his mouth, his eyes welling up with tears.
Wooyoung wiped Yeosang’s mouth clean, his red lips glistening in the moonlight. “You’re being so good,” he remarked, swiping his thumb on Yeosang’s bottom lip. “Good boys deserve rewards, don’t they?”
Yeosang found himself nodding mindlessly.
Wooyoung straddled Yeosang’s thighs, pulling his boxers down and hooking them under his testicles. His hard cock sprang into view, flushed red and dripping precum. Yeosang craned his neck up to peer at the sight, wincing after observing his own arousal.
Wooyoung wondered when his best friend had transformed into this person. Ready and needy for a perpetrator who was threatening him, who was forcing himself on him. The idea of uncovering this unfamiliar aspect of Yeosang without his awareness aroused Wooyoung impossibly.
He lightly grazed Yeosang’s testicles, pressing the cock to his navel as he observed the shifts in Yeosang’s expression. Yeosang squirmed, swiveling his hips away so the perpetrator wouldn’t peer at his arousal and shame with such overwhelming focus. His arms begged to be untied, starting to go staticky at his back.
Wooyoung lifted his weight from Yeosang once again. Yeosang’s gaze met Wooyoung’s in the dark night.
“Are you gonna run again?” he questioned. Yeosang remained sprawled on the ground, not moving an inch apart from the restless twitches of his hips. His body was covered with a visible sheen of sweat despite the cold weather. “Or does this part of you secretly like this?” Wooyoung asked, gesturing to Yeosang’s erection.
“No, I-“ Yeosang began, gasping as Wooyoung palmed his cock. His eyebrows furrowed from the searing hot touch.
Wooyoung’s face descended, pressing his lips to his ribs atop the tattered shirt. He hiked up the fabric, laying open-mouthed kisses on his navel, just above the fuzz of hair that trailed downward. His breath ghosted on Yeosang’s painful erection, miming as if he were about to close his mouth around it but stopping just short of it. He observed Yeosang’s hips bucking from anticipation.
“This reward is for boys who don’t run away,” Wooyoung spoke, tone sultry. He teasingly swiveled his tongue on the most sensitive part of Yeosang’s shaft, enveloping the head in his mouth before quickly retracting it. Yeosang’s face contorted, his hips trembling to chase the touch. “But you won’t be getting it.”
Wooyoung rolled him around so that he lay on his stomach. He picked up from last time, wasting no time spreading him apart and fucking him with two digits.
It was far easier to breach this time, the older more relaxed from the newfound pleasure.
His speed was fast and his jabs were deep from the get-go. Every thrust, without fail, slid against his prostate. Yeosang whimpered, his body going slack from bliss.
”Yes…yes, oh,” Yeosang whispered, eyes closed shut.
When Wooyoung replaced his fingers with his cock, shame rolled through Yeosang’s guts, shredding him up like someone had stuck a blunt knife inside him. It was the first time he’d let someone fuck him without knowing their name or seeing their face. He felt every pulsing vein, every detail of the cock against his tight walls, a constant reminder that he was letting a complete stranger use his ass without so much as a condom.
Wooyoung brought the pistol and held it to the small of Yeosang’s back.
He thrust his member inside him repeatedly, digging the barrel into Yeosang to force him to arch his hips more. The pucker swallowed him with greater ease now, Yeosang receiving his thrusts with unfulfilled hunger.
Yeosang whined, the loudest sound Wooyoung had ever heard from him, as he fucked into the heat relentlessly, every thrust driving Yeosang into the ground and grinding dirt and gravel into the side of his face. The younger grunted and flattened himself over Yeosang's back, nosing along the first few notches of his spine.
“Yes, yes… Don’t… don’t stop,” Yeosang chanted, restrained whimpers leaving his lips. Wooyoung felt incredibly aroused, ready to let go. It was obscene, he couldn’t have ever imagined his innocent Yeosang deriving pleasure from such a depraved situation.
Strong hips rolled into Yeosang, still filling him and teasing him on the edge of orgasm. Yeosang now offered no resistance, as easy as a rag doll.
The gun digging into his skin was a constant reminder that Yeosang didn’t have a choice but to enjoy this, yet it wouldn’t have mattered either way.
Wooyoung thrust deep and fast, the sound of skin slapping together resounding under the night sky. He held Yeosang’s hips for purchase as he kept jabbing his sensitive prostate.
“It’s coming- I’m coming!” Yeosang warned, his voice breaking. “I’m-“ Yeosang came with a stuttered whine, his body going rigid as his hole clenched around Wooyoung.
The younger picked up his pace to chase his own orgasm, fucking Yeosang more vigorously, sending him into aftershocks of oversensitivity. Yeosang’s streaks of white tainted his stomach, dripping down his cock and pooling on the ground. Wooyoung held Yeosang apart as he observed his twitching pucker envelop him, unable to withstand it anymore. He spilled inside, coating the velvety walls with his warm, sticky seed. He pulled out halfway through, milking the rest of his load on Yeosang's back.
As the cum dripped out of Yeosang's loosened hole, Wooyoung fucked it back inside with his fingers, making sure he’d feel the wetness leaving and entering him.
"Ahnnhg..." Yeosang whimpered, slack-jawed, his hips arching in time with the fingers.
When Wooyoung’s touch left, Yeosang lightly whined. His breaths were shallow and his body was defiled. There were obvious streaks of cum tainting his backside, his ass was bared, and his clothes were tattered. Wooyoung thought about the possibility of someone else stumbling upon Yeosang in this state and using him. He found it only served to make him more excited.
Wooyoung struggled to catch his breath as he tugged his pants back up. He used a pocket knife to untie Yeosang, retrieving Yeosang's phone from his pocket and leaving it on the ground nearby. Brushing dirt and leaves off his clothes, he started walking away, abandoning Yeosang in the woods in his catatonic state.
Yeosang mentally thanked the man for having the decency to untie him.
The two only met again the following morning. Yeosang bore a minor scar on his cheek, aside from that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Yeosang-ah. We were supposed to go have dinner with my mother last night."
"Oh, really?"
“Yeah, I was waiting for you and you just disappeared.”
”I’m sorry, I can’t believe I forgot.”
Making Yeosang admit to forgetting a promise that was never even established was consistently easier than necessary.
"So where were you last night?" Wooyoung questioned, feigning suspicion.
"Oh, last night?" Yeosang parroted, scratching his head. "Nowhere, really. Something came up."
"I was worried sick. Did you have fun at least?" Wooyoung asked, tone misplaced. Yeosang found the question a little strange but didn’t think too much about it.
"Yeah,” he shrugged. His ears had reddened amidst the conversation. “It was fun."