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Yoosung didn’t know how many days it had been with his captor.
Well, it could’ve been days, but it also could’ve been months. Since captured, Yoosung was never able to tell when day or night was around. He would’ve attempted to follow a schedule from observing what times Saeran, the name the man introduced himself as, visited his cell. However even his sleep schedule was completely out of routine. For all Yoosung knew, any time he was down in the cells with him it could be 4 AM or 4 PM.
The boy hadn’t been allowed to see sunlight, and with the lack of such he was feeling his mental state deteriorating. It was already being negatively impacted from the abuse and torture he was periodically forced to endure. He had experienced depression before on multiple occasions, but this was a new low for him.
One time he was able to spot his reflection on the bars of his cell. It wasn’t easy to see, since there wasn’t exactly a cleanup crew where he was held. Even though his reflection was comically warped and dull, Yoosung could still see the dark circles under his own eyes. His complexion was paler and not exactly the healthiest. Even his face looked depressing. He avoided any reflections after that. Everything felt off, for all he knew reality could be collapsing. He hated looking at his hands, they didn’t even feel like his anymore.
The one time he dared to ask to go outside, just for a bit, he was met with an intense punishment. The memory alone was painful. Yoosung could still feel Saerans hand tight around his throat, holding him down on the cold concrete. The impact of blows to the face still made his head throb. He hadn’t been able to fight back, the lack of food he was deprived with had taken a toll on his body. All he could do was weakly tug Saerans jacket sleeve as he could only whimper from blow after blow. He was still recovering from the bruises, both on his face and his neck. His sense of time may be off, but even he knew that the marks from his assault were taking quite a bit of time to heal. He learned his lesson not to ask for anything unprompted.
Currently, the boy was sitting in his cell on the dirty mattress Saeran had finally granted him. it was thin, stiff and had a few suspicious stains. Still, Yoosung was incredibly grateful. Sleeping had become significantly easier. Yoosung traced circles on the wall he was leaning against with his legs tucked up to his chest. He didn’t have many activity choices, so he resorted to creating imaginary patterns to endure the time being completely alone. He barely heard the sound of footsteps coming down the basement stairs. The blonde boy looked up to see Saeran descending.
“I see you’re busy,” he joked in his usual slow, crafty tone. Despite having a slightly higher pitch than the average man, his nature was nothing short of domineering. “I decided it’s been a time since I’ve last visited, and I might as well visit now.”
He strolled to the bars, looking down at Yoosung at the back of the cage. Saeran tsked and unlocked the opening. He normally wasn’t this careless, but immediately on seeing Yoosung he was shown just how lethargic he had become.
“Oh dear, I guess I was gone longer than I thought, you aren’t dying on me are you?” He walked up to where Yoosung was sitting and dropped down to a crouch, elbows resting on his knees. He gave a few harsh pats on the cheek that made Yoosungs eyes feel like the plastic googly eyes he used for arts and crafts as a kid.
“Are you hungry little boy?” Saeran asked as he reached into his coat pocket. Yoosung felt a pang of shame at being referred to in such a demeaning way, but the pang of hunger was stronger.
“Mn..yes…”
Saeran silently pulled out a small loaf of bread. He then took Yoosung’s jaw in hand and forced it open. Yoosung squirmed and tried to move his face away. Before he could say he was still capable of feeding himself his words were briefly muffled and cut short by the bread being shoved into his mouth. Saeran broke the rest of the bread off before roughly moving Yoosungs jaw for him, forcing him to chew. Yoosung closed his lips, not wanting to drop anything for fear of any further starvation. The bread was partially stale, but it was the best goddamn bread Yoosung had ever tasted.
While Saeran fed him more, Yoosung became more eager, forgetting his pride and leaning into each bite. Saeran eventually let Yoosung chew for himself and watched as he scarfed down the bread. When he finished he glanced up at Saeran.
“Why are you giving me that puppy look? What, you want more?” Saeran tilted his head to the side. “Was that not enough? Am I not enough for you?”
Yoosung felt a chill of fear go down his body. Even though he had fed him, this was one of Saerans bad days.
“N..no that’s not..”
“I’m a busy man, do you expect me to drop my work so I can come see you whenever you cry? How selfish, I give you what I can when I can, and you ask for more.”
Yoosung turned his gaze to the floor to hide the rising anger he had been trying so desperately to suppress when his needs weren’t met. Saeran’s hand closed tightly around Yoosung’s face and yanked him to face up again. It wasn’t expected so Yoosung let out a little yelp. Saeran sighed and flicked Yoosung’s forehead with his free hand.
“You really are hopeless. Maybe if you started giving me something in return, then I could help you out more.”
The blonde furrowed his brow, unsure of what he could possibly give. It was only then that he heard the sound of a belt being messed with. He tried to look down to see what was happening, but Saeran's grip on his face didn’t loosen. Yoosung tried to focus his tired mind to what was happening, this was going too fast. Why was Saeran looking at him like that? Why is his hand going so low? Why is he…touching him? Yoosungs body jerked in surprise when he felt long, cool fingers tickle his skin as it went up his dirty shirt. If it hadn’t been for Saerans grip on his face, he definitely would’ve jumped back and knocked his own head against the wall.
“What, are you shy?” Saeran laughed, making Yoosung blush a bright red. This was embarrassing, uncomfortable, humiliating! He finally caught on to what was happening and he felt a twang of panic. Saeran must’ve seen it because he let go of the boy and was suddenly cupping his face gently in his hands. He pulled Yoosung closer until their noses were nearly touching. He spoke in an oddly hushed tone.
“I’ve been bored, and I’m sure you have too. The difference between us is I’ve been working and proving my strength, while you’ve been wasting away like the useless bug you are.” He spoke so gently, but his words were ice. “How about you start trying to be at least a little useful, yeah?”
Saeran let go of his face and stood up. Yoosung blinked and suddenly was at crotch level with the pale haired man. Saeran dropped his black leather coat to the ground before fully undoing his belt. Yoosung looked away as Saeran began to lower the zipper. Yoosung suddenly felt fingers tangle in his hair and yank his head back, pulling at his scalp making him cry out in pain.
“Don’t look away.” His captor growled, no longer hushed. His tone was deadly, angry. It must’ve been a horrible few days for him, because there was a different level of threatening in his voice. He let Yoosungs hair go and let his head fall forward again. Yoosung reluctantly, but obediently, turned his eyes back forward. He watched as Saeran’s hands undid the rest of the zipper before pushing the hem of his boxers down. Yoosung’s eyes followed the other boy's V-line as it was exposed. His eyes continued to follow his hands as Saeran pulled out all of his length. He was…limp. Yoosung looked up at him in confusion. If Saeran wanted to do this, Yoosung would’ve expected him to be aroused. He felt fingers in his hair again and soon found himself pressed against Saerans dick. Yoosung gritted his teeth and found himself pressing his hands against Saerans thighs, but endured as he continued to look up at him. His captor had a demented look in his eyes, and Yoosung finally understood why he was doing this. It was a power thing, Saeran could care less about any sexual frustrations he had. He had no problem taking care of them himself, but Yoosung was at his mercy and he wanted him to know it.
“There you go again with those puppy dog eyes, do you want it that badly?” He teased, and Yoosung’s face contorted in disgust at the implications. Saeran’s laughter was slowly growing to be more maniacal, riding the high this demonstration of power was giving him. “It isn’t going to get hard by itself, my pet.” He let go of Yoosung’s hair and let him pull away. Yoosung hesitated a moment too long, and was swiftly punished by a light but effective slap across the face. He held his burning cheek and tried his hardest not to scowl. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take, and they haven’t even started.
For fear of a worse punishment, Yoosung scooted forward on his knees and tried to stall a bit by pretending to find a comfortable position for himself. He placed his hands back on Saeran’s thighs and took a moment to himself. He was surprised he wasn’t getting punished for waiting any longer, but was relieved for it. He leaned in slowly, trying to keep his breathing steady as he used his tongue to lift Saerans cock and take the tip into his mouth.
“Bite, and I’ll cut off your hands.”
Yoosung quivered at the threat and squeezed his eyes shut. As soon as he had the tip in his mouth he started to bob his head as low as he could without gagging. He did his best to run his tongue over spots he knew for himself to be sensitive, trying to finish this as soon as possible. He’d long since learned that when Saeran made up his mind there was no changing it. He pulled it more into his mouth and ran his tongue up and down the underside of his shaft. He felt it begin to harden in his mouth. Yoosung wasn’t sure if he should be disgusted at it, or glad that it was getting closer to being over. He felt a mix of both as he continued. Saeran sighed and pulled his hair back once again. Yoosung was forced to look up.
“You really are a good-for-nothing, you can’t even do this right.” He paused as he took in the sight below him. Yoosung’s mouth hung open with his tongue slightly out. A saliva trail led from it to the tip of his cock, which twitched in excitement. He had to admit to himself, that was a very pretty sight.
“You need to suck on it, not just lick it.” He pushed his head back down and forward. “Try it again.”
Yoosung’s fingers grasped tight onto Saerans pants, balling it into his fists. He took a few shallow breaths before going in again. Saeran was harder than before, which he took as a good sign, despite the harsh criticism. He’d never done this before, and couldn’t help but feel frustrated that he was expected to be good at this. Yoosung’s lips closed around Saeran’s length again and took the advice into action. He started to suck, tentative at first but quickly got bolder. He felt Saerans muscles tense up under the fabric of his pants. It only took a few more bobs of the head until he heard Saerans breathing grow unsteady. He couldn’t see what Saeran was doing, but the noises he was making gave him an indication of what his facial expression would be.
“Fuck..”
Yoosung took this as encouragement and started to go faster, but Saeran made a sound of disapproval. Yoosung quickly slowed back down. He felt hot tears spring into his eyes. He just wanted this to be over, but he knew that Saeran wouldn’t allow it to be that easy for him. He wasn’t in any hurry to cum, he wanted to take his sweet time to break Yoosung in.
By now he was completely hard. Yoosung pulled back to run his tongue across the tip before pushing his head forward again and sucking it into his warm mouth. By now Saeran’s breathing had gotten heavier and even began to moan. Yoosung turned his eyes to the corner of the room where a particular large crack adorned the concrete wall. Without breaking his patterns or speed, he started to focus on it. The wet sounds of the blowjob and Saerans soft moaning was starting to fill the room. Yoosung tried his best to channel that out by really studying the crack. It started below the middle of the wall and crept up, stagnated a little, hit the end of the wall and continued in a steep incline to the ceiling. He wondered how it got there. It seemed like a fairly old basement, so he assumed it was just from wear and tear.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Saeran clasp his hands around Yoosungs wrists. His hands were removed from Saerans thighs and were now being held in the air. Yoosung was left on his knees, dick in mouth, and wrists detained. The two had shifted off the mattress by now, which was causing Yoosungs knees to ache from the hard ground. Yoosung gagged harshly as Saeran suddenly hit the back of his throat. Saeran paid no mind to Yoosungs sounds of struggle as he began a steady pace. Yoosung did his best to continue sucking, but it was hard with his gag reflex being triggered and his air being cut off sporadically. He tried to whine loudly, tell him to stop, that he can’t do this! It fell on deaf ears and Yoosung gave up on trying to do a good job. By now Saeran was taking full control and all Yoosung could do was fight his instinct to bite down as he used his mouth.
Saeran released his wrists. Yoosung temporarily felt relieved until he felt fingers tangle in his hair once again. Saeran bent forward and shoved Yoosung’s head forward as he gave out a shuddering moan. Yoosung felt Saeran twitching inside his mouth as something warm went down his throat. Yoosung was sure that if Saerans cock wasn’t blocking anything, he would’ve vomited. After what seemed for too long, Saeran finally released Yoosung's head and stepped back. Yoosung fell backward onto the mattress, coughing violently and gasping for breath. He curled onto his side and tried to prop himself up on his elbow as he drooled heavily through his hacking. When he finally caught his breath he looked up to see Saeran buttoning up his pants. He already had his jacket back on and leaning off one shoulder in his trademark look.
“That was horrible, you really need to work on how to properly use your mouth.” Saeran insulted. Yoosung looked back down at the mattress. He kept his mouth shut.
“Not going to say anything?”
Saeran watched Yoosung, expecting the usual whine or sniffling that came from the boy whenever he was pushed too hard, but he just stared down at the mattress with a blank expression. Saeran stared and couldn’t help but feel annoyed at the lack of response. Yoosung knew he was risking punishment, but he felt too numb to even move. Surprisingly he wasn’t met with anything, instead Saeran turned on his heel and walked away. He exited the cell, closing it behind him again.
“You tried at least, obedient pets get treats, maybe next time you’ll get something you’ll like.” The lock clicked shut again.
Yoosung heard his steps go up the stairs once again and the heavy door shut behind him. It was only then that Yoosung went limp and collapsed onto the dirty mattress, sobs tormenting his frail body.