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Wei Ying’s eyes were crimson as tears flowed freely down his cheeks. Tears soaked into the headband that was being used to gag him. His pitiful whimpers were muffled behind the gag.
Lan Zhan’s long, delicate fingers of one hand came up under Wei Ying's chin, lifting the morose face to his own. The strong fingers of the other hand gently wiped the streaks of tears away.
“Do not tell me that you are crying over something so trivial?” Lan Zhan said with a lilting voice.
Wei Ying threw Lan Zhan a defiant look, and he snorted in displeasure, similar to a horse.
“Oh I see! Defiant until the end then? We shall see how long you last.”
Wei Ying tugged uselessly at the Immortal Binding Cables wrapped around his wrists and secured to a beam in the ceiling. His legs were bound as well, ankle to thigh, keeping him kneeling before Hanguang-Jun.
Lan Zhan walked slowly around Wei Ying once, admiring the contrast of the golden cords against his moon-jade skin and running his fingers over the intricate knots.
“It is so nice to have silence for once in the Jingshi,” Lan Zhan said with a sigh of relief in his voice.
Wei Ying growled and struggled against his bindings again. His attempt at speaking was hilariously futile; so amusing, in fact, that Lan Zhan actually smiled and breathed out what could be considered a laugh. Wei Ying was so shocked that he instantly stilled, and his jaw went slack. He'd seen a smile in Lan Zhan’s eyes before, but to hear him laugh? It was heavenly; though he began to wonder if Lan Zhan had been possessed by something. It should have been something that was nearly impossible, but he'd seen so much of the impossible that there wasn't much he deemed as such anymore.
Wei Ying flinched hard as Lan Zhan‘s hand came back to his cheek to stroke it gently; he felt embarrassed at his cowardice, knowing that Lan Zhan had never once flinched away from his own punishments. A flicker of concern flashed through Lan Zhan's expression at the flinch, but he let it go when he saw the determination and defiance in Wei Ying’s eyes.
Lan Zhan's eyebrows relaxed, and he smirked evilly while taking in the vision of the naked man on display before him. Taking in the specialized jewelry that had been the whole point of tonight's session.
Wei Ying had, on more than one occasion since their teenage years, boasted that Lan Zhan would never be able to make him cum untouched. He said he was just too in control of his body to allow anyone to drop him into such a state of vulnerability.
Their first kiss in the forest on Baifeng Mountain, Lan Zhan had almost cum himself long before Wei Ying’s breath even hitched at the sensations. Their second kiss, he was too drunk to take advantage of the situation. Their third kiss ended with them tangled together, his cock buried in Wei Ying’s ass and spilling his seed deep inside him. Even with them having been together for so long, their base instincts typically took over too quickly for much beyond basic foreplay to happen.
This situation had been planned for a couple weeks now. They made sure there were no missions for them or for their shidi that they might need help with. They were removed from all lists of immediate notification for emergencies. They erected an unpoppable sound bubble around the whole area that constituted their peak of the Cloud Recesses.
“No one can hear your screams,” Lan Zhan whispered in Wei Ying's ear. Wei Ying gasped through the gag.
“Or your moans.”
Lan Zhan's fingers trailed down Wei Ying's long, slender neck to his chest to the gemmed chain hanging against his sternum. He followed the chain with the fingers of both hands to the left and right.
Wei Ying shivered violently as Lan Zhan's fingers flicked gently over the clamps pinching his hypersensitive nipples. His throat yielded a bone-deep moan that traveled the lowest end of his vocal range. His already completely stiff cock kicked as his arousal became more intense, and it started drooling precum. Lan Zhan watched with fascination as the little droplet hung on for dear life to the tip of that darkly flushed, infernal cock.
He gathered the drop on the tip of his finger and rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger looking curious about the substance. Wei Ying watched in mortification as Lan Zhan maintained full eye contact, sucking each finger into his mouth and savoring the flavor. A tiny squeak escaped Wei Ying's throat as he tried to lean away from the monster Lan Zhan was unexpectedly turning into.
Lan Zhan suddenly ripped Wei Ying's soul out of his body in surprise as he produced a dazzlingly evil smile. In the years he's known him, Wei Ying had hardly seen him look anything but annoyingly inconvenienced. The grin on Lan Zhan's face was shockingly beautiful, but it was completely undermined by the pure, unadulterated evil staring at him out of those eyes.
Lan Zhan dropped his smile and focused his full attention on Wei Ying's nipples. They were a deep reddish pink bordering on purple from the golden clamps. Lan Zhan used the wet finger he'd sucked on to play with the tip of one nipple making Wei Ying pant with anticipation. The other hand gently took the bejeweled chain that was attached to each clamp and pulled up slightly. A shrill sound shredded his throat, and he tried to gasp at the same time. He also tried to arch his back and lean towards Lan Zhan to relieve the sharp pinch of the chain being pulled.
“Oh, does that hurt? Or does it drive you closer to the edge?” Lan Zhan asked with the smallest hint of that evil grin.
A whimper left him, and Wei Ying cracked open his eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed. He looked sidelong at Lan Zhan with a fresh stream of tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. They were begging Lan Zhan, but for what he didn't know. The contrasting emotions and sensations were all bouncing around so violently inside his brain and inside his body, making all attempts at rational thought like trying to drown a fish: not impossible, but so highly improbable, it'll likely never happen.
Lan Zhan set the chain back to hanging gently and stood up from where he'd knelt beside Wei Ying. Wei Ying tried to breathe deeply, but it was like every time he tried, the expansion and contraction of his chest moved the clamps just enough to make him spurt more precum onto his tip. It never dripped onto the floor, only gathering at the tip of his cock, then running down the shaft at the speed of molasses.
Lan Zhan went to the small bedside table behind the panel room divider and retrieved a glass object and a pot of oil, setting both down on the low table that held the music for his guqin when he practiced. He had also removed his outer and inner robes while he was behind the curtain but left his pants on. Lan Zhan sat in the same spot as before and popped the cork out of the little jar of oil. The small pop had Wei Ying curiously watching him.
Wei Ying recognized the jar at once. As Lan Zhan tipped out a generous handful of the oil, Wei Ying's eyes went wide, and he panicked again. Lan Zhan snatched his chin with a vice-like grip, turning his face toward him.
“Tell me your safe word,” he demanded as he removed the headband gagging him.
Wei Ying stumbled over his words before a garbled, “狗” escaped him.
“Again.”
“狗.” It was small and hesitant.
“Tell. Me. AGAIN!” Lan Zhan sounded truly angry, and it scared him out of his spiraling subdrop.
“狗! 狗, 狗, 狗, 狗, 狗!!!”
Lan Zhan petted Wei Ying's head for a moment, then asked soothingly,
“Are you back with me?”
Wei Ying took a careful, deep breath and nodded.
“Mn.”
With that confirmation, Lan Zhan released his jaw and drew the other hand back. A stinging snap cracked across his ass that scared him and hurt enough to make his whole body flinch forward until he was up on his knees relying solely on the Immortal Binding Cables to remain upright. Wei Ying screamed with his full lungs this time. The tears that had almost dried up were now falling earnestly in swelled streams and fat drops. He looked over his shoulder at Lan Zhan's cold expression and meekly whimpered, “Mercy.”
“Mercy?” Lan Zhan drew out the first syllable like he was considering it.
“Please? I beg you,” he said as sobs began wracking his body.
“But I so enjoy seeing your eyes red and wet with tears. Why would I want to end this?”
Lan Zhan pulled very carefully on the chain connecting the nipple clamps with one hand while the other slid oily into his crack and expertly swirled around his tight, pink hole. He wasted no time and drove two fingers fully into his entrance and, at the same time, pulled up on the chain.
Wei Ying became stock still as his body locked up from shock. Lan Zhan did not spare him, immediately pistoning his fingers in and out at an unforgiving speed. When Wei Ying's body finally became too desperate for air, he gasped in a full chest of air and began screaming and trying to get away from the hands giving him pleasure and pain simultaneously.
Wei Ying's nipples were on fire, and Lan Zhan only made it more intense by licking and sucking on them while his fingers fucked into him. His screams rent the air, which only encouraged Lan Zhan to add a third finger and go faster. He finally dropped the chain, thrust in hard one last time and pulled out to just to the edge before stopping for a moment.
Waiting until Wei Ying paused to take a breath, he asked, “You are enjoying this, are you not?”
Wei Ying vehemently shook his head.
“You cannot lie to me when your body sings otherwise. You are going to do me a favor now. Open your mouth.”
Wei Ying immediately clamped his teeth closed as tightly as he could, leveling an angrily defiant look at Lan Zhan.
Lan Zhan expected this and immediately jerked gently on the chain. Wei Ying screamed but managed to keep his teeth clenched together. So Lan Zhan speared all three fingers into his ass, aiming accurately for his prostate. Again, Wei Ying screamed through clenched teeth.
This time, Lan Zhan roughly yanked out his fingers, grabbed the glass object, and oiled it thoroughly.
“Last chance to open your mouth willingly.”
“Mm Mm!”
“This was your choice, remember.”
A cold, solid object invaded Wei Ying's ass at the same moment Lan Zhan gave a particularly sharp tug on the chain between his nipples. The scream that left him was high and ragged and long. Another small, sharp tug made him curl in on himself and scream again, giving Lan Zhan the opportunity to place the chain in Wei Ying's mouth and shut it.
He placed the tip of his finger beneath his chin and raised his face to look at him.
“Now, was that so difficult?”
Wei Ying looked absolutely pathetic now, whimpering and sniffling with the tears continuing to stream down his face, pleading with his eyes for this to end.
“Alright, you must keep the chain in your mouth now. Do not let it fall or the consequences will hurt more than anything has so far.”
With that, Lan Zhan slowly pushed in the glass plug all the way. Then started fucking him with it. The longer he fucked him with the plug, the more Wei Ying sporadically thrashed. The more often he thrashed, the more times the chain attached to the nipple clamps was yanked.
“You do realize that your challenge is the whole reason we are here, right?” he whispered in Wei Ying's ear.
“What challenge?!” Wei Ying shouted, carefully keeping the chain in his mouth with his tongue.
Lan Zhan scoffed to himself.
“Of course you do not remember. Your sieve-like memory gets you into trouble once again.”
“What challenge??!!” Wei Ying screamed again. An unusual stress placed on an unusual syllable came out as the glass plug was ever-so-slowly fucked into him and happened to find his prostate at that moment.
“Calm down. You will cause yourself a qi deviation,” Lan Zhan said as he stopped fucking the plug into Wei Ying’s ass.
Wei Ying’s eyes flashed toward Lan Zhan.
“Okay, you will cause me a qi deviation.”
With the plug no longer stimulating his prostate, Wei Ying could finally take a decent breath and speak properly.
“What challenge did I issue that would result in this..this…torture?! I can’t have explicitly told you to truss me up and make me into mincemeat!”
“None of this was explicitly stated, no. What you did say is that you would bet against my ability to make you cum untouched before either I came in my pants or I broke down and ‘fucked you silly.’ You then proceeded to coo over the chain and gems on the clasps, which was intended for holding delicate fabrics, I might add, and upon seeing a large, solid glass trinket with an etching inside, you whispered in my ear that the size of that could never make you cum.”
Wei Ying’s jaw was dangling open, the chain wrapped around his tongue, and his eyes were enormous with complete disbelief. He searched back through his memories of their trip to the Caiyi Town market. He vaguely remembered browsing jewel-handled blades and the confectionaries but nothing of jewelry or glassworks! But then, a niggling thought hiding in the dusty compartments of his inner dialogue peeked its head out.
He remembered trying to get Lan Zhan worked up, teasing him incessantly and trying to make him blush. He was using whatever happened to be in front of him in each taunt. He wanted to facepalm himself so badly, because he'd walked right into this situation like walking off a cliff. He wasn't watching where that conversation was going and missed the step into thin air by not telling Lan Zhan that he was only teasing.
The brief respite Wei Ying had been afforded had come to an abrupt end with Lan Zhan deeply thrusting the glass plug back into his abused hole. The music of his screaming at the overstimulation resumed, and Lan Zhan savored it like a fine wine. He leaned forward and captured one of the actual clamps between his teeth, carefully tugging. Wei Ying's thrashing stopped in the wake of that tug, but his entire body was trembling violently. He'd stopped breathing, too, but he wasn't choking, nor were his airways stopped.
Lan Zhan would win this battle of wills. He knew if he stopped breathing long enough, Wei Ying would simply pass out and automatically start breathing again. If he wasn't so eager to pain-pleasure him, Lan Zhan might have simply wrapped a hand around his throat and covered his mouth and nose.
He looked down at the nipple pinched in the clamp, and the clamp held in his teeth. He delicately squeezed open the clamp just a tiny bit. Wei Ying released the breath he'd been holding as blood began rushing back to the tender nub. Wei Ying's voice returned as shrill squeaks and panting; he tried to pull away, but the clamp carefully closed around it again.
Wei Ying’s sense of self was breaking apart. The cracking began when Lan Zhan surprised and ambushed him with the Immortal Binding Cables. He'd been wrapped in them around his torso and wrists, subsequently been tossed over Lan Zhan's shoulder, and hauled back to the Jingshi. The sound and visual barriers tingled across his skin when they passed through them leading Wei Ying to assume that Lan Zhan was in a mood tonight.
Well, he wasn't wrong. But he certainly didn't realize just how badly that mood would leave him nearly broken.
All because he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Not that he'd remember to not run his mouth once the pain healed.
The glass plug was now plunging in and out of his stretched hole in such a pleasurable way, the tip of his cock was reddening again with desire. He still hadn't been touched there, and some of the tears he shed were fully from frustration. He needed to cum so badly, but the clamps were just tight enough to keep him on the edge without allowing him to fall over.
“I am honestly surprised that you have not cum yet. With how much you enjoy my thickness and the speed with which I take you, this should have had you cumming in a matter of minutes,” Lan Zhan said as plainly as if he were remarking on the weather.
Wei Ying was whimpering nonstop now. He'd been riding the edge for close to an hour, and every time he thought he might be able to tip over the edge, one of the clamps would pinch or move or pull. A small, quiet voice came from him as he started begging in earnest for relief.
“Please? Please, may I cum? Please? I'll do anything for you. Just, pleeease, let me cum.”
He thought his cheeks would never be dry from all the tears he'd shed, and they renewed with vigor, as he started begging.
“Five.”
“Five? Five what? Five minutes, five senses, five-”
“Four.”
“Four seasons? Four elements? Four directions?”
“Three.”
Wei Ying's brain might have been mush, but he recognized the countdown, though what it was counting down to was anyone's guess.
“Two.”
“Please.” Wei Ying dropped his head in exhaustion.
“One.”
He couldn't hang on anymore. He screamed, again.
“PLEASE!!!!!!”
Lan Zhan did something he never thought he'd do: he used a sword sigil to keep the plug pounding into Wei Ying's hole with unimaginable speed and, as gently as he could, removed the nipple clamps.
Wei Ying felt as if his entire body exploded. The pressure released from his nipples transformed the pain into intense pleasure, and he came with such force, he fell over with his stomach facing the floor and his arms behind his head. It was an odd position to be suspended in, and it was uncomfortable in the extreme.
Wei Ying was spasming everywhere. He had expected an intense reaction after being edged for so long using nipple clamps of all things. What he didn't expect was the continuing pounding in his ass and the high he couldn't come down from. The hand wrapped around his cock was stroking him at lightning speed to keep him hard, and he felt the warmth of a body behind him. The object pounding into him had changed though; where it had been unyielding, short, and round before, it was now long, straight, and that velvet over steel he loved so much.
Lan Zhan had endured. He was so close to cumming the entire time, he'd had to pinch the inside of his leg to keep it under control. Now though, he'd won the bet (not that there was anything riding on it except his honor and dignity), and he would take his pleasure while Wei Ying was still cumming from his first orgasm and give him a second or third if he was lucky.
Wei Ying was screaming again, this time in prolonged pleasure that became agony. Lan Zhan's hand had wrung more cum from him, while his cock pounded into him. As his thrusts became erratic, Wei Ying let go of everything and saw stars, then white, then darkness.
Lan Zhan caught Wei Ying's now limp body before the position or the fall hurt him somehow. He dismissed the Immortal Binding Cables and summoned a set of robes to wrap Wei Ying's abused body in. He sweetly cradled Wei Ying in his arms, snuggling them both under the covers. He petted his hair and hummed softly to him. With every verse of WangXian came a new promise of loving and protecting him. And spoiling him rotten, of course.
When Wei Ying awoke, there was the faintest trickle of light shining through the curtains. He looked at his sleeping husband and thanked every god and deity of the heavens, hell, and in between for his gifted second life. Thanked them for allowing him the chance to meet Lan Zhan all over again and learn to trust, learn to believe, learn to love.