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Hwang Jun-ho sat on the edge of a richly appointed bed as the man in the sparkling golden panther mask dragged his serving mask up and off. The air smelled of cigar smoke and blood, though the smell of blood could have been only in his head. In another room, people were dying, but the rich fat man in the mask had an appetite for something else.
Touching under his chin, the VIP tilted Junho’s face up until he was looking directly at the man’s glimmering mask. “That’s not the kind of face.” The VIP’s voice echoed slightly. “You should keep behind a mask.”
Junho’s skin tensed all across his body. It was almost go-time, but not the go-time that panther-man thought he was in for. The VIP’s breathing was heavy as he shrugged out of his robe. His mask tilted down, and his words came between the heavy breaths. “If you can satisfy me. In five minutes. I’ll change your life.”
The masked man’s erect cock pointed directly at Junho’s face, and his balls hung below in Junho’s line of sight. Waiting. The man extended a trembling hand and rested it on Junho’s dark hair, pulling his head closer.
Go-time. Junho reached one hand forward, fingers shaped like claws, and dropped his other hand to the butt of his gun.
Or rather, to where the butt of his gun should have been. His falling fingers encountered nothing. His gun was missing, and his plans to grab this man by the balls, twist, and squeeze everything he knew out of him popped like a champagne bubble in that instant, filling Junho’s stomach with acid and his mouth with the sour taste of fear.
The VIP would kill him if he didn’t perform. The man had threatened as much in the viewing room, where he’d casually watched people die while lamenting that the ones he’d bet on hadn’t made it. He’d ordered Junho to remove his mask in front of the others there, not caring that it would mean his death, before Junho had coaxed him into this more private area with a caress on his palm and a soft, meek suggestion.
Junho’s own plan had been to get the VIP alone to question him, to force a recorded confession out of him. Well, that had backfired spectacularly. He’d had his gun only a few moments ago, its familiar weight had been there when he’d been serving drinks.
But he didn’t have it now, and he didn’t have time to look for it. The VIP pulled Junho’s head forward, drawing him toward his short, thick cock. Junho glanced up away from it, not wanting to put this disgusting man in his mouth, and he knew the VIP could see it in his eyes. The cock twitched with anticipation.
Of course he was the sort of man who was aroused at the thought of coerced oral sex, Junho thought bitterly.
But what choice did he have? He couldn’t find his brother if he was dead, and Inho was connected to the death game somehow.
Junho resisted slightly, and the VIP’s fingers twisted into his hair, hard and cruel. His voice shook with desire and sadistic pleasure. “Four minutes, fifty seconds.”
Shit.
Junho allowed the VIP to pull his head forward. He opened his mouth and took the man in. Despite the VIP’s soft body, his cock was hard and hot, the skin silky against Junho’s tongue. One of his hands went to the man’s shaft, and Junho sucked and stroked like his life depended on it. Since it did.
The VIP grunted in pleasure, the sound echoing through the mask, and he began fucking into Junho’s mouth. His soft stomach bumped against Junho’s forehead, but then the man pulled his head back by the hair, forcing him to look up at the glittering gold mask again.
“You'll have to do better than that, pretty eyes.”
Despite Junho’s disgust at the situation, his only chance to survive rested on sucking this man off, but he hadn’t done anything like this since a brief period of experimentation in university. He tried to remember what might work. After the VIP pulled Junho’s head forward again, he flicked his tongue over the head of his cock, and the man’s pleasure grunt was deeper, more gutteral.
But Junho knew he wasn’t going to make it. The VIP was hard and thrusting into Junho’s mouth with each stroke of his hands and tongue, but the man’s grunts didn’t have the urgency they needed. He could feel the time counting down to a bullet in his head.
A thought formed in Junho’s racing mind like a single raindrop falling on clear water, and he lifted the hand he’d intended to crush the VIP’s balls with again. He moved it forward assertively, but not shaped into a claw this time. Instead, he cupped his palm around the VIP’s heavy balls, gently massaging them in time with his suckling strokes.
The VIP moaned in surprise and pleasure. Junho felt the cock in his mouth harden, the skin of the hairy sack against the palm of his hand tighten, the balls draw up. The man twisted his fingers in Junho’s hair and held him in place as he violently thrust forward, crushing Junho’s face against the fat of his soft stomach.
Despite the warning, Junho choked when the VIP came. His cock pulsed against Junho’s tongue, and bitter seed shot against the back of his throat, gagging him.
The VIP relased Junho’s hair and lightly slapped his cheek. “Four minutes, forty-eight seconds,” the panther purred, and he pushed Junho back toward the bed by the forehead. “You’re a good little cock sucker, pretty eyes. You’ll make a find addition.”
Before Junho could fully process the English words, he felt a sting on the side of his leg. The wave of fire spreading from the spot was followed by an alarmingly cold tingling. When he looked down, he saw a syringe sticking out of the meat of his thigh. The pluger was fully depressed. Junho reached for it, to pull it out, but his arms already felt strange. Disconnected.
As a wave of giddy vertigo rushed through Junho’s head, he heard the VIP say, “Put him in my room.”
The man’s voice sounded as distant and muffled as someone yelling through a padded room, even though he was still right in front of Junho, shrugging back into his clothing and tucking away his wet dick. Junho tried to make a grab for him, but instead, time went strange.
Somehow, Junho was on his face on the thick carpet, the wetness around his mouth smearing up his cheek. When unfamiliar hands began to move him, he tried to fight them off, but he discovered that his limbs were far away and very, very heavy. As he felt himself lifted, everything faded gently to black.