*TW! Non-con*
Ling blinked his eyes open and tried to turn over; his whole body ached, sending a blunt pain through him. He looked around and saw the same red walls as before, but this time he wasn't restrained to the bed. As he tried to sit up he noticed that he had been fully bathed and cleaned. just the thought of someone touching made him want to throw up.
The room began to spin as he staggered towards the door, he tried at the handle a couple times but it was locked. His fingers grasped onto the handle as he sank to the ground staring at the door, his body was covered in bruises and there were bites and hickeys littering his stomach and back. When he looked at them, they started burning, It felt like his skin was on fire, screaming in pain, clawing at the marks.
The door lock started to turn, his eyes darted around the room looking for somewhere to hide. He jumped for the corner of the room next to the bedside table, pressing his back against the wall.
Yi walked in and shut the door dehind him; he was holding a long red rope.
"I'm exited today!" His grin reached his ears, "I brought you a present! But first, you should eat." Ling glanced around, there wasn't a tray or any food in the room. Yi walked towards the corner of the room and unbuckled his belt.
Ling's throat tightend up and he tried to swallow back the vomit climbing up to his mouth, every part of him felt on edge. Yi unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick.
"Go on then, you're hungry right? You can have some water after" He tapped it against Ling's cheek, "No teeth."
He looked at it, then looked up, his eyes widened at the sight of it. He wanted to vomit, to hit this man over and over, until he was nothing but a bloody pulp. His body shook at the thought.
"Get that fucking thing out my fa-" Yi grabbed his hair and shoved his dick into Ling's mouth. He breathed out hard and began moving Ling's head back and forth against him.
His eyes watered, the back of his throat hurt as he couldn't move his head away. He tried to Push Yi awayi with his hands, trying to turn his head, scrunching his face, but he couldn't put any strength into his arms.
He couldn't breath, it felt like his airways were being choked and nothing was getting through no matter how much he heaved through his nose; the smell was sickeng as he gaged and wretched.
With all the effort he could, he bit down.
Yi pulled out and took a step back; Ling gasped for air, coughing and spluttering as he keeled over the ground,throwing up. He took in a whole breath of air and sighed, leaning back against the wall. His hands were shaking as he he brought them to his head.
Yi kicked his side. Then again, and again, and again, over and over. Ling curled into a ball on the ground covering his head as tears dripped on the ground, rolling off his cheeks.
"You fucking disrespectful whore." Yi kicked him between each word, "How fucking dare you, after I brought you a present and everything." He bent down and grabbed Ling by the hair lifting his face to be eye level. Ling spat, his saliva landed perfectly on Yi's forehead.
"I didn't want to, but today, It's going to fucking hurt." He dropped Ling's head and walked towards the door. "Next time, do as I say." The lights turned off on his way out.
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It was pitch black for a while, even after his eyes adjusting, Ling still couldn't see. He felt around the room, climbing back on the the bed before getting under the covers. He was scared, he didn't know what was going to happen... Should he have fought back? Would it have been better to just let thing happen? His mind spiralled as he hugged his legs under the duvet, shivering from the cold of his own thoughts.
After some time, the door opened again. A back lit figure walked in, followed by two others. Ling couldn't see anything but the light streaming into his eyes. He tried to adjust as he crawled towards the door, but a large hand stopped him.
"Yi? Who is that? Get off me!" He was picked up and thrown onto the bed. He was a grown fucking man, how could he be lifted like that? But then he remembered the alley, the way he was held in place, and shuddered, moving as far away as he could, pushing himself again the bed frame; still trying to make out the faces of the people in front of him.
One of the men picked up the rope from the end of the bed and tied Ling's arms together behind his back, he struggled against it but three people were holding him. His ankles where then fastened to the ropes behind his back. He wasn't wearing any clothes to begin with but now he felt exposed, he couldn't close his legs properly because of the ropes and he also couldn't move.
The feeling of being restrained made the panic rise in his chest, he started to breath heavier but it felt like he wasn't getting any oxygen.
"Please... I won't move, I promise I won't, please... I can't, I really can't" He turned his head into the pillow and choked the words out in between sobs, "I can't breathe, I really can't.... I can't, I can't....." he trailed off.
One of the men punched him in the side, flipping him over, the punch him again in the stomach.
"Shut the fuck up" Ling closed his mouth and shut his eyes, trembling from the pain.
It would be easier to just go with it.
He felt a pair of hands grab his nipples, squeezing them and flicking them as another hand reached down to his ass. The onslaught of hands felt like a fire burning across his body, another pair was touching his face.
Ling's back arched as one of the men started fingering him, it was hard and fast, reaching deep into him hitting him perfectly, he couldn't even make a noise though, because there was a dick right above his mouth.
"Open up, say ahhh." Ling shut his eyes and opened his mouth. The man was sitting on top of Ling's shoulders, holding his head towards his groin. He pushed it in. At first it was slow but then he got faster and more crazed.
The man on the other end of the bed spat on his hole before immediately putting his whole length inside. Blood dripped down Ling's inner thighs and soaked into the bedsheets as it dripped, bleeding out into the fabirc. It felt like he was being ripped in half; he screamed, voice breaking as he tried to crawl away. The man grunted hoarsly and began to thrust more.
"Move your damn hips, its like I'm fucking a corpse." He slapped Ling hard, "Ahhh... yeah, that's right, squeeze a bit more, you're like a damn whore! Haha." He continued slapping his ass untill it was red and bruised, it stung as the man kept groping him.
Ling's hips bucked, he couldn't control his voice with each thrust, his eyes grew hazy and his shoulders were shuddering with each movement. He tried to close his legs but they kept getting forced back open again. Everything hurt, especially his mouth and ass but he couldn't move at all. His shoulder joints were starting to get uncomfortable being so tightly bound behind him.
"Ohhhh, haaaaa... You're face is so erotic. God, you must be loving it too." The man thrusted right to the back of Ling's mouth, eyes rolling back, reaching down into his oesophagus before coming. He stroked his hair telling him to swallow it all, coaxing him and groaning into Ling's ear. He licked inside and around Ling's ear causing him to retract a little into the bed. He was met with another firm slap to his face. Now, he didn't dare move, he closed his eyes as the tears streamed down the side of his face, dripping into the bed below him.
"Wow, I really didn't think you had in you! But hey, you really are a talent." Ling looked down, absolutely horrified.
He was hard. No fucking way. No fucking way.
He turned away, he couldn't look, shame washed over him as he tried to shuffle away, but if course, he wasn't able to.
"No no, don't be embarrassed, a bitch like you would obviously enjoy themselves." A different voice this time, Ling didn't recognise it. He began poking at Ling's dick, "Don't you think you're having too much fun on your own though?"
He plunged in, Ling's back curved and his hips lurched forward. It kept hitting him right there. Why was that?
It went on for hours, the men just kept taking turns with him with out giving any breaks, Ling couldn't hold back his voice, it broke in pain as he moaned, each time he opened his mouth he cried in shame; he couldn't even feel the searing pain anymore.
At some point Ling saw a figure in the corner of the room. He was blonde, just watching the scene unfold, staring, his blue eyes pierced through the darkness of the room, cutting through the darkness.