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Gi-hun sits in silence, marinating in his own shame. The small room without windows confuses his sense of time but he guesses it’s been well over 5 hours since he degraded himself on his knees for the Front Man.
He could've left the island.
He was given an out.
He tries to justify staying; there's a bigger chance he can stop the games if he's close to the mastermind behind them. Even if that means having the same man behind himself... Thrusting...
He shakes the image out of his head quickly.
In all of this mess one of the biggest puzzle pieces is why the Front Man is targeting him specifically. The charismatic and authoritative way in which In-ho conducts himself is as intoxicating as his sculpted appearance.
Gi-hun doesn't have much to offer a man like that.
He can't wrap his mind around it... He looks himself in the mirror and inspects the tired old face staring back at him. The bags under his eyes are even heavier than before joining the games. He didn't think that was even possible.
___
The next game starts - it's human tic tac toe.
He has his first disagreement of many with his captor (if you can really even call him that).
“I need you to show some loyalty after all the plotting you’ve done against me.” In-ho coldly states as if he didn’t just propose Gi-hun kills an innocent person before he’s even had breakfast.
“I am loyal to you! I stayed, didn't I?” Gi-hun desperately tries to convince the shorter man.
In-ho shakes his head firmly. Unmoving.
“In one of the rounds I need you to go inside the arena, dressed as me and shoot a player.”
Gi-hun’s mouth falls open.
“You can’t be serious!”
He hadn’t expected he would be the one to pull the trigger.
The Front Man takes a step forward, ignoring the outraged look on the older man’s face. He takes a hold of the tracksuit he’d been lent, smoothing out invisible wrinkles with his gloved hands.
“If you do this for me I’ll eventually let you walk around without security around you 24/7 and you can live comfortably by my side, honey.”
The older man still can’t believe his ears. He’s seething. He’s also feeling dizzy from not eating anything the past 24 hours. Perhaps he’d be awarded personal freedom and decent meals if he complied.
He mentally slaps himself.
Why is he turning this cold?
He dresses in the cursed uniform of his enemy, trying not to linger on the fact that it smells just like In-ho, smokey whiskey and a heedy after smell of cologne.
His hands quiver as he puts the mask on. There’s already drops of sweat pooling on his temples. Is this real?
It feels like a dream. Like he’s not in his own body anymore.
A pink suited henchman signals him to follow them into the arena.
Gi-hun takes a shallow breath and follows.
He takes a few long steps into the arena. The eliminated players are already lined up for him to choose one of them, they’re all crying and shaking with fear.
“Please, please spare us!” The lady first in line yells.
“You have the power to stop this madness” The second man in line begs.
“I have two children waiting for me at home” The third man pleads.
Gi-hun closes his eyes. He tries to filter out the shouting and begging over his loud heartbeat.
In the end he chooses the older woman, surely her children are all fully grown at the very least. He walks up to her as close as possible, so as to not miss and prolong her suffering.
"Shoot." A voice rings out in his ear. And he does.
The sound of the bullet keeps ringing in his ear until he’s back behind the arena, sitting on the ground hyperventilating into the mask.
He doesn’t see or remember how the bullet hit her skull, but the wet sound will surely haunt his dreams for years to come.
“Well done.” A dark voice praises him in his ear. It startles Gi-hun to the point of a near heart attack.
The voice, undoubtedly belonging to the Front Man, speaks again.
“Now the next player brought to you I want you to kill with your own hands.”
"No! you said one and done!” Gi-hun shouts out into the void, assuming the Front Man has a way of monitoring him.
"Perhaps I'm a bit greedy, you'll learn these things about me”
There’s a grin evident in the disembodied voice in his ear.
“You’re a monster!” Gi-hun growls.
“Do you want to be sent home my love?”
This makes him pause and think about everything for a second. He can kill a player or two here in the moment, but save all the future contestants from ever stepping a foot in this game.
He swallows down the bitter taste in his mouth, spit feeling like ash on its way down.
“No.” Gi-hun’s voice breaks, there’s a heavy lump in his throat threatening to break his spirit.
"Then choke her out."
Another woman is thrown onto the ground in front of his feet, sending sand flying in a cloud around them.
She’s screaming and crying, red in the eyes, much younger than the previous contestant.
"I want to see your hands around her neck."
The voice calls out to him. It has an airy sound this time, almost sensual.
Gi-hun throws himself on the ground on top of the woman without a second thought. The more he thinks the less certain he feels about any of his decisions.
His hands find her narrow neck immediately, tightening around her as hard as he can muster. Her screams stop and she goes rigid in shock and panic underneath him. The feeling is repulsive, and Gi-hun refuses to open his eyes to further take in the disgusting act he’s engaging in.
So he squeezes and squeezes until the movements stop for longer than he manages to count.
Without confirmation he gets up from her on wobbly legs and walks the opposite direction, bursting through the nearest door he can find.
___
In-ho finds Gi-hun shaking like a scared kitten, uniform discarded on the floor, head hanging low. His face is damp with tears.
"In-ho, I can't.." He starts with a miserable tone of voice.
But In-ho cuts him off by slamming him against the door, crowding him against it like a wild bull. He feels a wet mouth on his neck and the hard line of the other man’s body being pressed against him. Suffocating him.
“You did good today, you know that?”
He shoves a hand down the front of Gi-huns pants and starts massaging his dick through his borrowed underwear.
“So good” In-ho pants into his ear.
Somehow the contrast between guilt and pain and the physical pleasure he's receiving makes it 10 times more intense. As his hatred for himself grows, so does the arousal.
The Front Man pushes off him for a second and Gi-hun takes the opportunity to take a deep breath, dazed and confused by how this started.
In-ho doesn’t waste any time though, he practically rips off his pants and underwear to get free access to his aching cock.
Once he’s pulled the pants fully off one of his feet he grabs a hold of Gi-hun from under his knees and hoists him up against the opposite wall and presses him against it roughly.
“We’re both having fun now hey?”
He humps his rock hard cock against Gi-hun’s naked ass and growls, eyes wild and unforgiving. It sends a shiver through the older man’s spine.
“Are you gonna open up your pretty hole for me baby?” In-ho hisses into his neck, obsessively kneading and spreading Gi-huns ass cheeks.
One of his hands comes up to Gi-hun’s face and plunges it into his openly panting mouth, collecting all the saliva he can get. When he’s satisfied he retracts it, leaving Gi-hun in a cloud of horny cluelessness. He doesn’t know what’s going on but the shorter man holding him up like he weighs next to nothing with his bare ass hanging out is doing something to his core.
“W-what do you m-”
Gi-hun yells out in surprise as he feels a wet appendix glide against the most intimate part of his body.
“You’re crazy!” he blurts out. Hands vibrating in newfound terror around the Front Man’s neck.
The finger continues to slide back and forth over his puckered hole, feeling the muscle contract each time.
“I don’t know sweetie, your wet cunt seems to be ready for me.” In-ho laughs filthily into his hair, luckily not too bothered with Gi-hun hiding his red face in horror and embarrassment.
In-ho traces the rim slowly this time, more gently, feather light touches caressing his sensitive skin. Gi-hun shivers against him, not familiar with the sensation at all. Not sure if it’s pleasure or fright.
"ahhh, don't fuck me" He splutters the next time a shiver consumes his body.
"What was that baby?"
Gi-hun doesn't even realize he's crying again until the salty tears seep into his mouth.
He sniffles.
"Don't... Don't fuck me, please not yet."
"You're begging for mercy?"
In-ho quirks an eyebrow at him.
“What value do you have as a toy then? "
Gi-hun sobs at the mention of value.
None he thinks.
He still tries to wrack his brain for a compromise that might satisfy the Front Man.
"I can.. Suck you off..."
"What if I'm bored of that sweetie?
There's a sinking feeling in Gi-huns stomach. He feels dumb and embarrassed for even suggesting such a thing.
"I can suck you off while you watch the next game"
He says it so quietly In-ho has to lean in closely to hear it.
Now that's more interesting apparently.
"You would do that for me my dear Gi-hun?"
He keeps rubbing against the entrance, a threat to enter while still pointedly showing that he's not.
Gi-hun's body twitches up against him. He nods.
"You're not going to bitch and moan?"
The older man barely understands the question, he’s lost in the strange sensation of the finger close to entering him each time it give a rub. His hips follow the motion with small unconscious circular movements. Yet he manages to shake his head in response with his heavy eyelids closed.
"Not even if your friend Jung-bae is about to bite the dust, hm?"
His hips stop moving immediately, jaw clenching tightly.
"I swear." he agrees solemnly.
"Very well. I'll leave your twitching hole for another day, yeah?"
In-ho gives it a final rub and a condescending few taps that makes Gi-hun’s whole body convulse.
He releases Gi-huns legs down and presses them together, he then fishes himself out of his pants and slides his dick in between the milky white thighs of his toy. His left hand grips Gi-hun’s cock tightly, getting a loud hiss in response.
In-ho fucks the tight space between the older man's thighs harder.
"Are you ready for your milk now, kitten?"
____
In-ho settles down into his viewing chair, placing his glass of whiskey on the table next to him where he has already set down his cigar of choice for the evening. He crosses his leg and turns on the screen in front of him. The players are lining up for the next game, listening carefully to the instructions given by the masked pink figures.
He takes a deep swig of the whiskey and breathes in deeply.
“Send him in.” He orders through the intercom system and continues to enjoy the anticipation of the start of a new game, and the start of his evening alone with his new toy.
Gi-hun shuffles in with his feet chained together, hands held in front of him with ropes tying them together as well.
“Was this really necessary?” He questions with an adorable pout.
“Necessary? No. Hot? Yes.” In-ho smiles and pulls the taller man into his lap in the arm chair, kissing him senseless like they’ve been apart for more than the three hours since they last saw each other.
They break apart for air and In-ho presses his nose into the nape of Gi-hun’s neck.
“You smell good” He compliments the other man.
“You smell like whiskey” Gi-hun whispers back. It makes In-ho chuckle.
“You want some?”
Gi-hun's thirsty eyes is answer enough to that question. In-ho releases him from his shackles and pulls up a stool next to him for Gi-hun to sit and enjoy his drink.
They sit in silence, watching the players divide themselves into teams, preparing for a game of human sized Ludo.
Gi-hun’s eyes are drawn to him again and again, not being able to settle down and relax in his presence.
______
Gi-hun can’t decide if and when he’s supposed to start putting his mouth to use. He nervously side-eyes the Front Man again, who is doing nothing but paying attention to the game that has now started. He rubs his sore wrists to try and soothe his anxiety. Is he supposed to take charge? It feels so… vulgar to just stand up and open his mouth for the other man.
In-ho seems to sense his inner conflict after a painful round of the game watched in silence. He jumps every time a bullet is sent into a losing player after the round.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
This is where the younger man decides to gesture him over with two fingers, the casual air around him still present.
Gi-hun gulps. He finishes the rest of the whiskey in his glass quickly and winces at the burn as he swallows it down.
He stands self consciously in front of his sworn enemy and looks at him expectantly, needing direction in this unfamiliar territory.
In-ho just nods down towards the floor, eyes following the movement and then back up to see Gi-hun gnaw on his lip.
It’s somehow more humiliating when the Front Man is ordering him around silently, gesturing to him like he’s nothing more than a dog.
Maybe he is no better than a dog, because he promptly and obediently follows the command.
He sinks to his knees and crawls closer up to the other man’s crotch. The chair is suspiciously the perfect height for Gi-hun to lean closer and unbutton the grey dress pants.
He looks up to get some sort of validation but In-ho’s eyes have already locked back onto the screen on the wall. It tears at Gi-hun's self-worth but he continues to open up the pants dutifully, surprised to see In-ho’s cock already hard with angry red color, not wearing any underwear.
He experimentally licks the tip a few times, feeling a bit shy under the circumstances.
There’s no reaction from the Front Man at all.
Determined, Gi-hun inserts the glistening cock head between his lips and sucks on it. This time the man under him shifts his hips a little bit.
Slightly more encouraged, Gi-hun takes the length into his mouth a bit deeper and pulls off, carefully covering his teeth with his lips. A soft sigh leaves In-ho’s lips and a hand settles into his hair, playing with it absentmindedly.
Maybe this wasn’t too bad after all.
Bang.
Bang.
The sound of the guns makes Gi-hun jump and choke, startled out of his concentration.
He pulls off and coughs, blushing at how badly he’d performed in just a few seconds.
The hand in his hair tightens and he’s guided back down on the other man’s cock, no choice given this time.
He feels panick rising in his chest as In-ho fucks his mouth, in and out, several times, not letting the grip on his hair go.
When he desperately grabs a hold of the fabric of In-ho’s pants, nails digging into the meat of his thighs, voice trying to leave his throat despite the heavy cock blocking its path - then , finally, In-ho releases him. He coughs more violently this time, drool hitting the floor with a splat.
“Try again.” In-ho says coldly.
Gi-hun blinks up at him through blurry eyes. His throat already hurts.
He glances up at the equally blurry screen but can’t make out what’s happening on it. Good.
He thinks about Jung-bae.
Once the coughing stops and he catches his breath for a few beats, he gathers courage to please the Front Man once again.
He takes the hard member into his mouth as far as he can without choking painfully, then swirls his tongue around the head on his way up. This motion is repeated for numerous attempts and he believes it’s a good strategy until In-ho taps his cheek two times.
When he pops the cock head out of his mouth the final time he’s met with those dark fiery eyes back on him.
He tilts his head to the side with a raised eyebrow.
"Do you think it's enough, kitten?"
He doesn't get an answer. Gi-hun knows the Front Man is blatantly playing with his low self-esteem. The words still sting.
"Do you think this is enough for me, huh?"
His jaw is lifted up to greet the stoic face of his enemy. How can someone so evil possess such a smoldering look.
His black eyes are eating him alive.
"No."
"Then how will you make it up to me?"
No answer again.
"Perhaps I'll personally make sure your friend survives the next game if you show me your worth"
Gi-hun lets out a frustrated puff of air.
"You can fuck me, In-ho." He decides reluctantly, speaking through his teeth.
"I can fuck you or you want me to fuck you?
"I want you to fuck me" Gi-hun complies instantly, willing to say anything the other man wants to hear.
He tuts. "Not very convincing but you'll show me your enthusiasm in other ways I'm sure.“
Gi-hun’s vision is finally taking shape so he glances at the screen behind him again but is interrupted by In-ho grabbing his jaw firmly and pulling his head back to look at him.
“Jung-bae made it to the next round, so focus on me now.”
Gi-hun swallows hard.
"Undress." In-ho commands.
He’s fully clothed still, only his dick is peeking out of the opening of his pants
"Fully."
The second command is administered after Gi-hun hopefully had only removed his sweatpants.
"Sit on my lap."
Again, Gi-hun complies, to scared to do anything to displease the Front Man.
The game leader leans back and just studies the older man's naked body propped up before him. Taking it all in. The darkness of his eyes seems to deepen to a blackness so far beyond what Gi-hun could even imagine. It makes him shift nervously in the other man’s lap.
In-ho brings his eyes back up to meet the older man’s uncertain eyes. He bites his lips, watching Gi-huns eyes follow the movement with a following smirk.
"You may kiss me." He murmurs quietly. Barely audible over Gi-hun’s heart beating in his throat.
He doesn't move from his leaned back position though, staying entirely still, unreadable eyes watching him.
Gi-hun hesitates, cheeks warm from being under the lens of the Front Man in such a vulnerable state. He crosses his arms in front of himself, self-consciously covering the ugly scar on his stomach.
He leans in just because he thinks he should, he tells himself. The Front Man would like it, and that gives him the upper hand in the end, he tells himself.
In-ho still doesn't move a finger, patiently waiting for Gi-hun to close the gap between them. When he pauses less than an inch from his lips In-ho's steady breath tickles Gi-hun’s own, fanning away his own shallow fast paced puffs of air.
He connects their lips finally, reveling in how soft and moist the Front Man's lips are. In-ho sighs into his mouth and spreads his legs. Gi-hun yelps in his lap and sinks lower, his erect cock rubbing firmly against the clothed bulge.
A whiskey flavored tongue snakes its way into his mouth and Gi-hun greets it tentatively with his own. He hadn't kissed in this heavy filthy way since he was a teenager. It sends electric currents throughout his body.
In-ho retracts his tongue and the naked man disconnects their mouths and moves back.
"Do you think you're pretty?"
In-ho asks him out of nowhere.
He lazily strokes Gi-hun’s erection to full mast.
"Hah, no not at all." he answers truthfully, breath catching in his lungs at each upstroke from the other man.
"Do you think I think you're pretty?" In-ho pushes on.
This time Gi-hun looks down at the Front Man's intense eyes shyly.
"I guess..?"
"You think so?" In-ho smirks, obviously enjoying how insecure he makes the other man feel.
"I mean why else would you -"
In the blink of an eye, Gi-hun finds himself pushed down on the long sofa, strong hands holding him down. Sharp eyes watch him from above.
"I've never met someone as beautiful as you baby" He shamelessly compliments the other.
Gi-hun twists his head to the side to avoid the intense eye gaze. He’s never been good at taking compliments.
"Your pretty eyes, your pink feminine lips... You're so fucking pretty Gi-hun" The word pretty comes out as a growl before In-ho calms down again.
Two hands come up two wrap around his slender waist with an excruciatingly soft grip.
In-ho’s eyes get stuck on his middle section for a moment.
“Don't even get me started on this slutty little waist”
He finally states, voice rough with restraint. His grip tightens for a beat and Gi-hun’s hips involuntarily twitch up.
He's surely tinted with pink all over, particularly over the comment about his waist size, having been teased about it his entire upbringing.
He doesn't believe the ridiculous statements from the Front Man for a second, but he can't even process it because in the next moment there is a wet finger pushing against his entrance.
“Try to relax” In-ho encourages the nervous man, he kisses the inside of his thigh sweetly before pushing his finger all the way in.
“Holy f-f-ahhh” the former contestant arches his back in shock. This is going to be a long night.
The Front Man methodically opens Gi-hun up while trying to hold his wriggling legs still.
The second finger burns like a mother fucker, even the sweet nothings In-ho is incessantly whispering into his inner thigh isn't cutting it.
"Give it time baby" In-ho coos and continues to fuck the two digits firmly in and out until the stinging sensation has dissipated. He does it for longer than necessary just to hear Gi-hun tell him he's ready for a third, he's sure.
"Ah you can.. Continue"
In-ho lifts his lips from the other’s neck where he has been leaving butterfly kisses.
"Hm? What do you mean?"
"I can take another finger?"
"A third finger where sweetie?"
"A third finger in ahhaa”
The two digits curl upward on an angle and Gi-hun sees stars for a second.
"Wha - woah"
"A third finger up your hole that is so desperately sucking me in, you say? Certainly."
The third one has the same burn as the second but is chased by In-ho rubbing against that insane spot that makes his vision sparkle and white hot pleasure course through him. It's a completely foreign feeling.
"Ready for my cock then?"
Gi-hun looks worried even after taking his fingers so well.
"Come on, it's time for my fun now"
He puts them both back into their original sitting positions.
"Sink yourself down on my cock.”
The Front Man is still fully clothed with his red and angry erection standing tall from out of the zipper. The image is frightening. At least he’d left the mask off this time.
Gi-hun raises himself up on his knees and positions himself over the stiff cock awkwardly. He grips the appendage at a strange angle behind himself and shakily lowers himself down to where the tip touches his entrance.
His eyes quickly dart to In-ho’s face to see if he’s planning on helping him, but the hungry eyes looking back at him have to intention to assist it seems.
In-ho cock splits him open, making him whine, he still tries to get it deeper inside of him, wanting to do a good job.
"Fuck yeah” the Front Man groans. Gi-hun’s dick jumps at the sound, slowly coming back to life again.
Once he’s able to take the thick and overwhelming cock deep enough he repeats the up and down movement, slowly. He doesn’t hate the feeling horrifyingly enough. His erection is back up, showing equal interest.
"Go faster now baby"
Gi-hun’s hands come up to hold the jacket of the Front Man get-up in a vice grip. The scrunching fabric in his hands reminds him that the man underneath him is fully clothed while he himself is laid bare.
He uses the grip to push himself up and down faster, the strange feeling of being filled up still keeping him from going too deep.
"I c-can't do it anymore" he whimpers after a while.
His thighs are already burning
He's rewarded a hard slap against his ass for talking back. Gi-hun lets out a high pitched whine.
"I'm sure saving your friend’s life is enough motivation to bounce up and down on my cock like a good boy?"
Gi-hun obliges but he isn't thinking about Jung-bae, no, his head is empty. Ignoring the pain in a few out-of-body minutes. Getting lost in the rhythmic trance of the sound of slapping skin.
He's dripping with sweat, legs shakily moving in a steady rhythm up and down but the pace has fallen off.
Strong arms take a hold of his hips and lifts him off, dick falling out of him with an obscene sound.
"Let me help my princess finish it off"
He's flipped to the side unceremoniously. This time he gets penetrated deeper and it's hitting that mysterious bundle of nerves with each thrust. He moans loudly each time he feels In-ho’s cock reach the sweet spot.
“You like it when I fuck you like this, huh?”
Too fucked out and exhausted to even consider disagreeing, Gi-hun nods.
Gi-hun’s face is scrunched up in pleasure, overwhelmed by the new sensations shocking his body. The Front Man, king of games as he is, manages to multitask pounding into him with vigor with jerking his cock silly. Gi-hun comes with a shout, in awe at how his body is reacting to all of this. He didn’t know it was possible.
In-ho finishes shortly after with a deep grunt, painting Gi-hun’s insides with thick spurts of cum that seem never ending. He then lies down next to Gi-hun, cock still buried deep in his ass.
“Do you feel my cum inside of you?” He asks against Gi-hun’s naked back.
“Yeah” He whispers back, wondering where his voice and sense of dignity went.
“Feels nice doesn’t it?”
Nice isn’t the word the older man would use but it’s certainly something.
“Hold on” In-ho slides his dick out slowly and moves to get off the sofa.
“Ass up” He instructs Gi-hun.
The man left naked with his ass in the air can’t see anything going on behind him so he flinches in surprise when the cold top of a foreign object is asking for access to his cream filled hole.
“Just relax like you did before sweetie”
Gi-hun tries so hard but the object is really cold and blunt, with a very thick middle.
Once the middle part passes through the ring muscle the butt plug pops into place, leaving a silvery diamond sticking out of his entrance.
“There you go, keep my gift inside you until I finish my work, alright?”
In-ho kisses him fondly on the nose and leaves him in the room naked and alone in a heartbeat. He only had to zip up his pants and get going after all.
He inspects the butt plug keeping him filled up with In-ho’s cum and blushes violently despite being completely alone in front of the mirror. He’d seen these types of toys in the adult shops but never in a million years thought he’d have one nestled between his ass cheeks. The glistening diamond is reminiscent of how Front Man got his prize in the end.
Surely he’s too old for this shit.