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His body always knew when his husband was home. Distant footsteps and the muffled sounds of Ren’s post-work routine brought him from sleep to wakefulness, and it took no longer than a few seconds of waking coherence for a deep loneliness to settle like a weight over his chest and warm anticipation to make its home in his gut. He knew it was just a result of conditioning. He knew it didn’t mean anything. He told himself that whenever he missed Ren: he did this to you. This is not you. You are not him .
Dan Heng shuffled around in his bedding, taking those first seconds as he woke up from Ren’s movements upstairs. He pushed a heavy comforter off of himself, peeled sheets away from his slightly sweat-sticky body, and sat upright to receive the full blow of conditioned grief at knowing he had been left alone for so long, and that other feeling, at knowing Ren would come downstairs soon.
He turned his head to look over his shoulder at the stairs. With the movement, the chain tethering his heavy collar to the wall clinked against itself. A perpetual percussion, no matter what screaming melody was played over the top of it.
Ren went to great lengths to ensure Dan Heng could not fight back or run. The collar was padded leather, secured with no less than two tiny silver locks and outfitted with a D-ring which linked him to the chain, which then neatly welded into another link that was built into the smooth wall in the corner of the somewhat small room. It was positioned right above Dan Heng’s bedding, which was little more than a nest of silky sheets and plush blankets upon which he slept. It was a soft comparison to the roughness of the chain sliding between those sheets as Dan Heng shifted and adjusted himself.
The heavy-duty nature of the chain and collar meant that even if he did try to launch an escape plan or use the chain as a weapon, he would get winded and exhausted before he could unlatch his collar or strangle Ren to death. Ren was careful about keeping his muscles neatly atrophied. Dan Heng had put up a hellish fight, both at first and for a while after. It made sense for Ren to deprive Dan Heng of his build, his muscles, his dexterity, his speed.
That was the other preventative measure. Dan Heng had very little need to walk. His chain only extended so far within a few feet of the small kitchen in his basement containment, just within comfortable reach of the couch set against one side of the room, and perfectly within reach of a small, child’s-sized bookshelf inside of which Dan Heng’s sole enrichments rested.
And since the floor was padded around Dan Heng’s nest, Ren told him there was no reason he couldn’t just crawl wherever he needed to go. So, his husband broke both of his ankles, wrapped them in tight bandages, and wiped Dan Heng’s tears away when the pain of broken bones grinding together became too much for him. He took the bandages off when he was sure his ankles had healed in a way that would never let Dan Heng walk on them again.
He’d tried other methods. Sometimes, still, when Ren had houseguests over or otherwise needed to make sure Dan Heng wouldn’t make himself a problem, he’d feed Dan Heng crushed-up anticonvulsants and deal with the vomit afterward, washing out linens in the sink while Dan Heng lay toweled-off and shivering, telling his wife he was sorry he had to leave him for so long. But other than that, he’d found what worked for everyday containment, and stuck with it.
Dan Heng didn’t want to think he’d started to grow used to it.
Coming back to his body, his unintended eagerness for company grew until his chest ached with isolation. He sat further up but looked away from the door as it opened.
A breath of a pause, then the door shut, and Ren’s shoes scuffed the ground as he kicked them gently off. “Long day at work.” He said, and padded the rest of the way over to stand just to Dan Heng’s side and, reaching down, brought his jaw up with just the tips of his fingers to face him. Dan Heng gazed up at him, unspeaking. “Did you miss me?”
Dan Heng’s lips curled down into a pout. He didn’t mean for it to look so pathetic. “It’s quiet when you’re gone.”
“Are you trying to tell me you’re getting bored?” Ren stroked his thumb over Dan Heng’s cheekbone, repetitive, soothing motions, like petting an animal. “I can get you more books. What kind would you like?”
“I want my phone.”
“You could pick up a hobby.” Ren went on, glossing right over Dan Heng’s words. “Something you can do easily with your hands. I can get you some puzzles or games you can play down here alone.”
“I’ll swallow the pieces.” Dan Heng threatened easily, and jerked his chin out of Ren’s hand. “Give me something to write with. A journal.”
Ren watched him for a quiet moment, eyes narrowing with something critical and thinking. “I’ll get you more books.” He decided, and Dan Heng bit down on the side of his tongue to stave the impulse of frustration that response gave him. Why act so kind, ask what he wanted, get him anything at all, if he wouldn’t listen to Dan Heng? Sometimes, he thought Ren kept him bored on purpose, so that any time they spent together would be even more addictive for Dan Heng’s understimulated mind.
Still, he could not complain about new books. His bookshelf was short and not too far away, a distance he could crawl to and from, bringing books back to his nest to read all day and return them in neatly alphabetized order. Ren hadn’t shelved them that way. Dan Heng organized them almost obsessively. He switched it up to keep himself from going crazy. Sometimes it was in the stilted gradient of a rainbow. Sometimes it was by subject or alphabetical by author. Now, it was by title, with An Introduction to Modern Astrophysics at the beginning and The Word for World is Forest at the end. Everything housed in his bookcase had been read cover to cover at least once.
Dan Heng had a lot of free time down here that the endless exhaustion and lull to sleep of depression couldn’t cover.
“More sci-fi,” Dan Heng told him, because that was his guilty favorite, and he thought he deserved some self indulgence.
Ren smiled at him, tired and loving, and knelt down to his level. “Anything my wife says.” He put a hand on the back of Dan Heng’s neck, right over his collar, and pulled him in to kiss him on the lips. Dan Heng parted his lips on instinct, but Ren did not deepen it, and pulled away just as soon to reach around Dan Heng and unlatch the chain from his collar. Through muscle memory and routine, Dan Heng knew to snake his arms around Ren, so the stronger man could lift Dan Heng up, face pressed to his shoulders, legs dangling limp and useless.
“Let’s take a bath,” Ren suggested, though it was less of a proposition and more of a kindness, to let Dan Heng know what was going to happen before it actually happened. “I want to relax.”
“What’s for dinner?” Dan Heng asked into his shoulder, feeling the gentle sway of Ren moving him through the basement and into the adjoined bathroom. He couldn’t see but could feel and know by routine that Ren had gently swung the door shut and moved over to put Dan Heng down. He braced himself slightly, weak legs dangling until they felt the unfamiliar surface of a floor on his own two feet. When Ren drew away, Dan Heng let his arms fall, grabbing for the counter to steady himself and keep from falling. His legs shook terribly, little spasms of nerve and bone pain sparking up to his knees and hips.
Ren was smiling at him.
“What would my wife like to eat?”
Dan Heng scowled back.
“Something with protein. Chicken.” He decided. Ren gave him an approving nod.
“Then I’ll stir-fry some chicken and vegetables. Bell peppers.” He turned away to start fussing with the tub. “Your brother liked bell peppers.”
Dan Heng had no opinion on bell peppers, but he decided to have one to be difficult. “I hate them.” He responded, letting his gaze wander the familiar bathroom setting.
Clinging to the counter on wobbly legs one wayward breath from giving out, Dan Heng could not help but fixate on his reflection in the mirror. He saw himself semi-frequently whenever Ren bathed him or helped him to the bathroom, but he’d never spent much time taking in the details of this figure, this face, this form of him.
Dan Heng from six months ago had looked like a ghost. Stretched thin between studies and work, he barely ate, barely slept, took overall poor care of himself. It was a struggle to wake up every morning, let alone eat a full, nutritional meal or invest in any form of self-care. He kept his hair cut short, trimmed by hand over a bathroom sink, and often wore masks or eyeglasses to cut down on his resemblance to his brother. His body had been bony and uncomfortable to look at or touch. Perhaps he hadn’t been a ghost, but a skeleton, going daily through the motions that a living person used to.
The Dan Heng in the mirror now was different. His hair had gained another few inches from where it last brushed his shoulders. Now, it was halfway to reaching his chest. He lifted a shaking hand to brush it back over his shoulder, running his fingers through it to try and focus on how it felt, how soft and weighty it was, how it didn’t at all feel like the brittle, light hair he used to have. Of course it would be so healthy. Ren used his brother’s products on him, and Dan Feng had never looked anything short of perfect. But Ren molded him differently. Ren hadn’t put Dan Feng together, but he was repairing Dan Heng, now. Changes in his appearance were shaped by Ren’s hands, to Ren’s preferences. His hair was long because Ren liked it that way, but it was a shade lighter than Dan Feng’s hair, and Ren never bothered to change that. Dan Heng didn’t share the streak of white his brother claimed was born from stress. And, more than that, though the structure of his face was the same, pieces of him were softer.
Softness was perhaps the biggest change Dan Heng noticed looking at himself now. His cheeks and the slight place under his jaw had regained what he used to think was baby fat, now recognized as what his body was supposed to look like when it was healthy. Further down, the lines of his body became sanded down into curves, not angles. As if Ren had taken a chisel and sandpaper and reformed Dan Heng’s entire bodily existence. He couldn’t see his ribs anymore. There was fat underneath his arms and where his stomach met his pelvic region. His thighs touched. He looked like a person. He looked alive.
“We’ll have chicken stir-fry with bell peppers.”
Dan Heng startled slightly and stared at his husband. “Okay.”
Ren stepped close to press a kiss to the side of his head. “Good boy.” He murmured, halfway between genuine and knowing it made Dan Heng’s skin crawl, and reached for Dan Heng’s throat.
His fingers settled hooked into Dan Heng’s collar. He tugged just gently enough to make Dan Heng lean slightly forward.
“Are you going to behave?” He asked.
Dan Heng nodded but could not look Ren in the eyes. He knew what he would see there. The gentle smile would be gone. The expression of the Xing-ge he used to know would be gone. Ren’s tone had become cool and darkened. It was a tone of hunger, the vicious and ravenous type, but it didn’t sound like it at all.
“Won’t you speak when your husband asks you something?” Ren prompted.
“I’m going to behave.” Dan Heng said, both resigned and still reluctant. His tone was soft. In reward, Ren leaned down and kissed him.
He devours Dan Heng when he kisses him. This kiss was as hungry and consuming as ever. He licked into Dan Heng’s mouth, which grew messy and pliant under Ren’s control. Ren left a gentler kiss to the corner of his wet mouth before he pulled away at his own sudden pace and turned Dan Heng’s head to one side with the hand in his collar in order to pull out a pair of small keys and unlock him.
Dan Heng was panting. He barely suppressed a whine after Ren had left him kissed stupid. There was a heat between his thighs. He rubbed them together, bidding the arousal away.
The collar fell away into Ren’s hands.
He set it aside and scooped Dan Heng up, moving to help him into the bath he’d set up while Dan Heng was lost in his reflection. His little wife exhaled and closed his eyes as he settled in, water coming up to his collarbones.
“Stay there,” Ren instructed, pulling away to undress from his business casual work clothes. He joined Dan Heng in the tub, settling in behind him and situating Dan Heng like a doll with two large hands circling his waist until he was content, with Dan Heng not quite leaning against him, but still between his legs and facing away.
“Feels nice.” Dan Heng murmured, licking Ren’s spit away from his lips idly. “What did you put in it this time?”
“Muscle relaxant. With lavender. For my sake, not yours.” Ren squeezed at his hips and waist, enjoying and appreciating his wife’s soft form. He gently guided Dan Heng’s head back to wet his hair.
His hair was getting longer. It grew out in soft wisps curling around his ears and brushing the back of his neck before it got long enough to nearly meet his shoulders. He begged Ren, on his best behavior and using those wretched words please, husband , to cut it back to the length he kept it at before, but at those times, Ren only smiled at him and pet him on the head like a cat.
“Your brother had long hair,” Ren had told him. “You’ll look just like him if your hair grows out much more.”
Now, Ren ran his fingers through that medium-long hair to make sure each strand was wet. He guided Dan Heng back up by the back of the neck and began to wash his hair. He left the conditioner to set while he reached for the body wash, next.
He shuddered as the mildly floral-fresh scent of the toiletries Ren used for him wafted around Dan Heng. The scent made him feel heavy. It was the same brand and scent his brother used. He remembered this scent on Dan Feng’s pillow when Dan Heng couldn’t sleep in his own bed. He remembered smelling it whenever Dan Feng passed by him at home. Ren ran his slick hands down Dan Heng’s sides and settled on his hips, the soap gently rubbed into his skin.
His heart ached.
“I miss him too, you know.” Dan Heng spoke aloud. He couldn’t quite say why. He knew Ren’s reaction to him bringing up his brother was never kind. Maybe he was thinking about Xing-ge, or maybe he just wanted to poke Ren where it hurt. “You’re not the only one who lost him.” The words were sour.
Ren grabbed him by the back of his neck and yanked him back until his head was submerged. Startled, Dan Heng’s mouth opened, only to welcome a lungful of soapy water. He struggled and kicked, clawing at Ren’s immovable wrist, sloshing water up over the edges of the tub and soaking the floor in his struggle. From above the water, Ren watched his dark hair fan out loose and soft as silk.
When Dan Heng’s clawing and kicking became pitiful, Ren hauled him out of the water and rested him back against his chest as he coughed up water, gasping and making terrified little prey-noises. His hair was plastered down over his face now, and his body trembled with residual pain from the exertion of kicking uselessly at the ceramic with his ruined legs.
“R-Ren,” Dan Heng whined, spluttering a few more drops of water. He gave a final wet cough, going limp as he breathed hard enough to hear a soft wheeze in his throat. “ Ren ,”
“How long do you think you could hold your breath if I kept you under, Heng-er?”
Dan Heng’s eyelids fluttered. He shook his head and curled away from Ren, who dragged him right back against the solid warmth of his chest.
“I don’t know, either.” His husband admitted. “But I could find out. You know I could.”
Dan Heng didn’t speak. When Ren’s hands wandered down between his thighs, he only made soft whimpers and whines of protest, prodded and touched but not teased. Ren only wanted to feel him. He wanted Dan Heng to know, to remember, that Ren owned this part of him, too. There wasn’t any part of Dan Heng that Ren did not intimately know. There was nowhere Dan Heng could hide, even in the recesses of his mind, where Ren would not find him. And he could not run. He could never run.
“Spread your legs.” Ren ordered him, squeezing his thigh once. “Show me what’s mine.”
Dan Heng shyly parted his legs, feeling warm all over. Ren’s hand slid down to his inner thigh to hold him in his place, and with the other, he very gently traced Dan Heng’s pussy with one finger.
“Do you want me in here?” He asked. Though he was facing away, Dan Heng could hear his smirk. So full of himself. Yet, Dan Heng did not have a choice in his answer. He didn’t want to swallow more soap.
“Yes.” His wife whispered, and it wasn’t entirely untrue. His body had been thrumming with heat since Ren came home, waiting and anticipating the rough fucking he knew he’d get. “I- want my husband inside of me.”
“What a whore.” Ren shoved his finger into Dan Heng suddenly, making the younger jolt and tense up. “What happened to playing hard to get? Have I broken you already?” He crooked his finger roughly, blooming pain from Dan Heng’s sensitive sense of arousal.
“Ren, s-stop it,” Dan Heng begged in a squeak, trying not to move too much and anger the man properly. “Stop it, that hurts ,”
“I could tell you were wet.” Ren told him, speaking close to his ear, curled over his back. “Were you like that from the moment I came home? Or did you feel it all day? Did you save yourself for me? Good boy .” He shoved another finger in, hard and stinging, and the contrast of that with the chilling praise made Dan Heng’s head spin. Another weak noise left his lips. “Or maybe it’s just around that time of month… are you ovulating, Heng-er?”
Dan Heng choked on spit and thrashed for the first time, splashing more water from the tub. “ Nnh- Ren ! It doesn’t feel good, that doesn’t feel good, please ,”
It felt like Ren was trying to find his cervix with his fingers alone, digging into him unrelenting and rough. He wanted to dismantle Dan Heng from the inside out with his own two hands.
“So wet all day, and you can’t appreciate when your husband touches you?” Ren asked in a growl. “Would you rather I not touch you at all? I can do that. I can leave you locked up down here, all alone. I’ll blindfold you. Make it so you’d do anything to see me again. To feel me again,” this was punctuated with a thrust that made Dan Heng’s vision briefly flash white. “I bet after a few days alone, you’ll be begging for me to fuck you like this.”
Dan Heng began to cry in earnest. He couldn’t help it. He was scared, and his husband was hurting him .
Almost as soon as he shed a first tear, Ren stopped. His cunt pulsed painfully when Ren pulled his fingers free.
“Why are you crying?” And he asked it genuinely, with concern and softness, and that made Dan Heng cry even harder. Ren’s palms wiped at his cheeks, wetting them with bathwater, smearing the tears across his skin. “Don’t cry, Heng-er.” Ren soothed him and moved his hand over Dan Heng’s eyes, keeping him in darkness. “I have you. You’re okay.”
Little sobs shook Dan Heng’s chest as his fear melted into the sightless black before him. Minutes passed as he relaxed further and further into Ren’s hold until he was little more than a limp toy in his arms. When he was breathing steadily, when his mind was completely blank, Ren released him into the lukewarm water to finish washing him, large hands scraping foamy soap over his skin, working it into his every unhidden crevice. Dan Heng allowed himself to be moved around until it was done.
“Would my wife like a treat after dinner?” Ren asked him as he picked him up out of the water, lifting him easily as if he weighed nothing at all and depositing him on the closed lid of the toilet to roughly towel him down.
“What-” Dan Heng felt slightly hoarse. “What kind of- Ren ,” Ren was treating him harshly again, dragging the plush towel over his skin again and again until it felt red and sensitive, shoving his hands between his legs as if he owned the place (and he did, didn’t he?) to dry off his sore pussy and the small, abused hole within.
“What?” Ren moved to start drying off his hair, toweling it until it was fluffy and spiked up in places. “What did I say about being ungrateful, Dan Heng?”
He flinched. His full name- not a nickname, not wife or even the odd good boy . The towel rubbing at his head meant he couldn’t get a word in, so when Ren’s question was met with nothing but silence, Ren dropped the towel and slapped him hard across the cheek, knocking any further thoughts from Dan Heng’s head, leaving him completely stunned.
“I told you I could take it all away if you don’t appreciate it.” Ren reminded him, staring down at his wife with a hollow, serious expression.
“I appreciate it, Ren.” Dan Heng mumbled, the sting still aching into his skin, into his teeth.
“Hm.” Ren dropped the towel and scooped him up again, holding him like a child with one arm under his thighs and one bracketing his back, Dan Heng’s chin propped over Ren’s shoulder. Dan Heng clung to him, to the warmth of his bare chest and the maternal comfort of skin-to-skin. “Make me believe it next time.”
When Dan Heng looked back at the tub as they left the bathroom, he saw that the water had been tinged a light pink. His cunt ached.
-
Ren immediately replaced his collar. Dan Heng’s eyes still stung with the remnants of soap.
He deposited him back in his nest with a promise to be back soon. He did not forget to link Dan Heng’s collar to the chain again. With his wife secured, Ren went upstairs, the sound of his footsteps and the heavy door at the top swinging open and shut making Dan Heng feel even worse, even more like a terrible, awfully ungrateful wife.
Dinner was a chance to make it up to Ren. He brought down two bowls of food, setting himself up on the couch with Dan Heng nestled between his legs, head resting on one thigh so he could zone out while Ren ate first before he straightened up to feed Dan Heng in slow mouthfuls, making sure he chewed each bite fully and prompting his boy to open his mouth and show he had swallowed before he fed him another spoonful of rice, chicken, and sweet bell pepper.
“I’ll still give you your treat.” Ren told him as if he were the kindest captor in the world, as if his magnamity knew no bounds and Dan Heng should be grateful for every gentleness he granted him. “I think some positive reinforcement will be good for you.”
Dan Heng looked up at him with doe eyes and swallowed his chicken and vegetables. “I don’t want anything from you. You hurt me.”
Instead of hitting him, which Dan Heng was fully prepared for, Ren gave a tired sigh and put down the bowl and spoon to reach down and heft Dan Heng up from under the arms. He put him down on his laps, thighs straddling his, but still had to lean down to make eye contact. “And I have hurt you before,” he pet one large hand down Dan Heng’s back. “And I will hurt you again. Be grateful that I’m taking the time to make you feel good.”
Dan Heng’s nose wrinkled up and his glare turned sharp. “Nothing from you will ever truly feel good. I hate you. I think about killing you. One day I will.”
The food warm in his stomach threatened to come up as he felt Ren’s cock twitch against his ass.
“I can’t wait for that day, Heng-er.” Ren blinked at him, warm and long, like a cat does to show love. “Until then,” a swift change in position: Dan Heng was shoved back and caught, then cradled sideways along Ren’s lap. “Eat your vegetables. Open up.”
Thoroughly embarrassed by the position, Dan Heng turned his head away from any incoming spoonfuls of food, only eating when Ren kissed chewed-up food into his mouth and shoved it down his throat with his tongue.
-
Very rarely, for special occasions or when Ren was in a good mood, Dan Heng got to come upstairs. He either did it heavily drugged or heavily bound- today it was bondage. Arm binders behind his back, his hands free but useless. His collar, heavy and everpresent. He doubted that would be all: they were heading to Ren’s bedroom, so he was sure he would get more, get prettied up and immobilized so Ren could do as he pleased, could watch Dan Heng flush deeper and deeper red and squirm himself soaking wet between the legs.
“I know you’re in pain from the bath.” Ren placed Dan Heng down in the center of his bed and pushed him over so he lay flat, forced to stare up at the ceiling and wait. “But I also know you’ve been turned on since the moment I got home. I never really meant to keep you this uncomfortable, but you’re so…” Ren placed his hand over Dan Heng’s stomach, above his womb, and pressed down until Dan Heng squeaked. “Do you need me in here?” He murmured, entranced by Dan Heng’s flushed cheeks and the way he parted his lips to pant softly, already trying to rub his thighs together in anticipation. “How bad do you need it?”
“I-” Dan Heng swallowed and struggled with his words. “I really-”
“Beg me to fuck your pussy.” Ren said simply, and Dan Heng’s entire body flashed warm. “Beg me to put my cock so far inside of your tight little pussy that you can feel it in your throat.”
“I’m not going to say that.” Dan Heng whispered, feeling like those words scraped something tender within him. And yet, he knew he was wet. His body wanted his husband so desperately, wanted him from the moment he heard him come home. He was so used to being fucked and used each day that he felt unmoored without Ren’s cock ruining his insides.
“Your body is,” Ren pointed out, pushing down on his stomach again while his other hand dragged one thigh to the side to expose his leaking, still-tender hole.
Dan Heng kicked him as hard as he could, but the angle was wrong, and he did not make contact. Instead, his pathetic little kick made Ren chuckle. “You’ll enjoy yourself much more if you stop fighting me.”
This was true. It also did not make Dan Heng feel very inclined to behave.
Ren flipped him over easily, leaving him with his chest to the bed, arms still trapped behind him so he looked like he was presenting himself, ass pushed up by his knees folded uselessly under himself. Ren knew he couldn’t get away, but he retrieved a soft length of rope anyway, binding Dan Heng’s thighs to his calves and adding a loop of rope around his hips, serving as a handle for Ren to heft his ass even higher, to manipulate him into the position he wanted.
“Keep your thighs apart.” Ren instructed, shoving a clothed knee between them to show him how far apart he meant. Dan Heng’s bare cunt pressed right against the top of Ren’s leg, making him shudder and gasp and start to rut forward, humping Ren’s leg like he was in heat. He couldn’t help it . Tears sprung to his eyes when Ren allowed it to happen, allowed Dan Heng to squirm around, only able to rub his pussy on Ren’s thigh in needy little thrusts that did nothing but stain him with wetness. “There you go,” Ren purred in approval, but his approval always came with demeaning. “Your body knows you need it bad.”
“Ren…” Dan Heng murmured, starting to pant, starting to wear so thin. He spread his bound legs even further, trying to catch his clit on Ren’s knee and grind down. The angle was all wrong, and he just couldn’t manage it. He kept driving his knee closer to his hole, getting him absolutely soaked in the process, but it didn’t feel right, didn’t feel as good as Dan Heng needed it.
“Ren, p-” he narrowly stopped himself from begging, but there were tears in his eyes now, and a heat simmering all up through his stomach, a stomach that should have been filled, weighed down and heavy as Ren lazily fucked a bump through his stomach, filled with cum after for a couple rounds until Dan Heng felt pregnant with it- “ Ren !”
“I hardly had to do a thing.” His captor said in teasing awe. “Look at you. You’re so easy.”
“I’m not-!” Dan Heng squeaked when Ren shoved his knee upwards, finally grinding into his clit. He panted hard, drooling down his chin and riding Ren’s leg with so little regard for how whorish he looked, how well-trained he was to desire Ren so deeply.
But even with the clit stimulation, it wasn’t enough, and that made Dan Heng want to cry even harder. He was well trained- his body was trained. He couldn’t come without a cock in him. He couldn’t come without Ren’s cock in him.
“Please,” the pitiful word finally slipped out tearfully. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Ren drew his leg back entirely, and the sudden absence of pressure, of pleasure, of stability made Dan Heng sob.
“ Please fuck my pussy!” The broken words fell out of his traitor lips, went right to his wet thighs and dripping hole, and that empty levity inside of him that needed a weight to comfort it. “Please, please, I can’t- I really- I need it, please don’t-”
Ren shuffled around behind him. There was an unzipping sound, and Dan Heng gave a sound of relief that sounded like a whine.
“Is this what you need?” Ren asked, and Dan Heng felt the head of his cock, fully hard and dripping precum, nudge between his folds and up against his too-tight hole. Even being fingered harshly in the bath hadn’t stretched his body enough for the monster of a cock Ren near-daily forced inside of him.
“ Yes ,” tears blurred Dan Heng’s vision, and he tried to rut back against Ren’s cock just like he had his thigh, but that only made Ren pull away, always just keeping the tip of his cock warm between the folds of Dan Heng’s cunt.
“I want to believe it,” Ren told him, spreading his hand over Dan Heng’s lower back. He didn’t press down, just touched him there, the warmth radiating from his skin making Dan Heng shiver. “When Dan Feng begged me to fuck him, I always believed he wanted it.”
The comparison to his brother made something clench in his chest. There was this sick desire twisted by Ren’s hands to want to be just as good as Dan Feng had been. Better, even. He wanted to live up to the expectations Ren had of his wife, be it his brother or himself, and he wanted to prove both that he could be like Dan Feng and that he wasn’t like him at all. He could be better. He could be worthy more of Ren’s love .
Had Dan Feng felt the same way?
“Ren, husband , please, it’s so empty inside,” some string of pride inside of Dan Heng had snapped. “ Please , I need your cock inside of m-me! I need it to fuck me open, need you to cum inside- please-!”
With one sudden and smooth thrust, Ren thrust all the way inside of Dan Heng. He spared no patience for the resistance of Dan Heng’s young and tight body. He pushed past whatever pressed against him until he was entirely sheathed, the whole significant length of him buried in wet warmth that hugged his cock like it couldn’t stand to be parted from it.
Dan Heng had stopped breathing for a moment. He had been shoved so hard forward that his face was buried in the sheets. It muffled the moan he made, but Ren remedied that by grabbing a handful of his hair to pull his head back.
“Good boy,” Ren told him, thrusting one more time into him, making him jolt and choke. “I believe you. I know what you need.”
He began to fuck him, dropping his head back onto the sheets and instead using the handle of rope around his midsection to yank Dan Heng back onto his cock every time he dragged his hips out until just the tip was held snug by clinging pink walls. Dan Heng was so wet the sound of Ren’s cock squelching into his cunt could still be heard over his incessant panting and moaning, and Ren’s grunts and little exhales of pleasure.
Dan Heng did not need Ren’s hand on his stomach or to look down to know that he was punching a bulge into his stomach with every thrust. Ren was missing his cervix, fucking lower instead to make that outline more and more pronounced.
“ Haah - fuck, Heng-er,” Ren panted above him as he pistoned relentlessly into him over and over again. “ Fuck , you’re tight. Are you clenching just for me, my wife?” He laughed, sweet and pleasured, and Dan Heng felt tingly in his fingertips and head.
He was making Ren feel good. His pussy was good enough, tight enough, he was pliant and soft enough.
He tried to respond, but sounds were fucked out of him in tiny nnh s and ah s. Words were lost on a heavy tongue and the wet of drool on his cheek and chin.
Dan Heng comes rather quickly. Ren is brutal with him and spares none of his tender spots. A gush of fluid makes Ren nearly slip out on the withdraw before he fucks back in, and his husband curses, hips stuttering in a pause to watch Dan Heng squirt all over the sheets. His thighs shake, stomach quivering and pussy tightening up to a tightness that would have made Ren’s vision go white, had he been still buried inside. Eager to get what he’d missed out on, he forced himself in, despite the way Dan Heng’s moans of climactic pleasure turned to mewls and whimpers of pain.
“Fuck- come on, let me in,” Ren bullied at his hole, sinking back in inch by inch, changing his angle now to aim for Dan Heng’s fertile opening. “There you go- my perfect fucking wife-”
Dan Heng was shivering all over now. He felt chilly and too warm. He was feverish and needed more. He wanted to get away from the sensations inside of him.
Ren found his cervix easily- he knew well where it was from experience. It was closed even tighter than his young pussy was. He growled as he tried to force it to open up around his cockhead.
“Be good.” He told Dan Heng, curling over his body to whisper close to the shell of his ear and hump him like an animal. “Be good. Open up for me.”
Dan Heng truly felt he had no say in the matter of his body’s resistance. He was long fucked out of his head and submerged in the hypernerve matrix of his post-orgasm body. He made a meek moaning sound to try and communicate this, which Ren tried to eat up, kissing his ear and jaw and trying to get to his mouth, which Dan Heng turned his head to surrender.
Ren immediately bit into him, making his lip split and sting. At the same moment, Ren’s next thrust burst through his cervix stronghold and fucked right into his womb, popping into a place he never should have been allowed entry.
“I love you,” Ren told him, though it was ragged, half-spoken into Dan Heng’s wet open mouth and bleeding lip.
I love you too , Dan Heng thought, and felt himself forced into a second orgasm from the terribly physical sensation of Ren inside of his warmest part.
Dan Heng’s body went limp on the bed. He could no longer hold himself up or present properly, nor kiss Ren back, but Ren didn’t seem to mind. He used the younger body he called his own with as much love as there was fervor.
“One more.” Ren grunted. Dan Heng felt fingers circling his clit and electric currents from inside of his own overwhelmed body made him jolt and shake while Ren chased down another high from him by force.
It felt good . He didn’t want it to. This kind of pleasure was too much on top of his sensitivity, so soon after his second high. He whined and thrashed his hips weakly, but this only pushed himself into Ren’s hand more and more.
“Nn- no more, please-”
“I haven’t even come yet.” Ren pinched his clit between two fingers and Dan Heng yelped in pain. “Are you acting ungrateful again? Shut up and take it like a good wife.” He released him to start rubbing at his cunt again, fingers skirting over the puffy place where his cock was sliding in and out of Dan Heng, slowing down to wriggle a finger in alongside his length.
Dan Heng had taken more, he’d taken bigger toys and Ren’s whole hand before, but none of it meant he didn’t feel stretched beyond his limit every time.
“Nno- wait-! You’re going to break me, please,” Dan Heng begged, rutting his hips forward as if to entice Ren to start playing with his clit again. “Please, it’s t-too- mmh-!”
Ren slid his finger out and slammed into him again. “Your training is wearing, Heng-er.” He growled, each thrust punctuated now by a keen from the boy below him. “ Fuck , ah, a little longer,” his own sounds descended into grunts and exhales as he sped up, no longer speaking to Dan Heng at all.
He was a hole. A toy. A method of release.
Ren leaned down again and yanked his head back to kiss him hard as he came. Liquid flooded Dan Heng from within, pooling inside of his womb and spilling out to his cunt, then around Ren’s cock, which still thrust and ground in tiny circles inside of him.
Dan Heng felt warm. This was what his body had wanted ever since Ren got home. He wanted to be full. He wanted Ren’s cum, to know he was fully, inside and out, loved by his husband. The claim of filling his womb set Dan Heng’s pleasure receptors off like nothing else, and he gasped and moaned, eyelids fluttering while jets of hot cum spurted deep into his insides.
When it slowed, when Ren pulled out, his hole gaped and clenched, seed dribbling down to dirty his inner thighs. Ren watched the trickle, the way Dan Heng’s hole was squeezing and relaxing as if still trying to milk the cock that was no longer inside of it.
“You feel so good, Feng-er.” He murmured, dragging two fingers up through Dan Heng’s messy folds, gliding just over his stretched, messy entrance. “Haah. Do you taste the same…?”
Dan Heng listened to the wet sound of Ren licking his fingertips clean of cum, of slick. He was so often hungry for it, eating Dan Heng out until he sobbed and kicked, but he even more liked it when Dan Heng was pumped full of cum for him to press on his stomach and lick out of him. Dan Heng tensed up, bracing to be flipped over and eaten out into a third orgasm.
Instead, everything went a little fuzzy as Ren shoved those two spit-coated fingers inside of him. Not his cunt. The hole Ren rarely used, though relished the rare occasions with.
Dan Heng’s eyes were wide. He hated the infiltrating, foreign sensation, he hated how unusual it was and how unadjusted his body was. He gave another few weak kicks halted by his bindings, his tears starting back up again as Ren stretched two fingers in the soft heat of his ass.
“You didn’t give me a third,” Ren told him, scissoring his fingers and hooking them like he was searching for a body part Dan Heng didn’t have. “So you’ll give me this, instead. Do you like it when I fuck your ass, Dan Heng? You’re like a virgin here, aren’t you.”
He wasn’t- not really- Ren had done this before. The first time, Dan Heng had been completely humiliated, completely broken down into pieces of shame. He’d been on his back and fitted with a spreader bar so he couldn’t close his legs while Ren fingered his ass first, the man sickly entranced with the tight, soft hole usually hidden, solely underused.
The shame flooded back now. His gut felt tight and uncomfortable, yet his cunt still leaked, his arousal not stopped.
“I don’t like it there,” he tried to protest meekly, as if Ren would care. Though in another strange, unreal moment of gentleness, he felt Ren’s cheek touch his back, the weight of his head resting against his spine. His fingers were still buried inside of Dan Heng, but they stopped moving while he spoke.
“I know you don’t, sweetheart.” Too soft. Wrong. This was how Ren spoke to him. Almost. “But it’s going to feel so good for me. Don’t you want me to feel good?” Ren’s rapid changes in behavior always left Dan Heng stranded, not sure how to react. He could be hitting him one moment, hand coming down over his ass and thighs again and again for some bout of disobedience, then gathering his sobbing boy into his arms like he was so little, like he was so fragile.
It’s okay, it’s okay , Ren told him. It’s okay, I love you .
Hot tears continued to roll down Dan Heng’s face. The fingers began to move again. Slowly, now, as if coaxing him from within, stroking his sides and petting him. It didn’t feel good, it still hurt from the not-wet-enough stretch and felt humiliating to be touched there, but it also wasn’t cruel.
“Tell me you want me to feel good.” Ren whispered into his spine.
“I want you to feel good.” Came the response, hiccuped through tears.
“Good boy. You know I love you. So much. Enough to take you here,” he crooked his fingers, “and enough to keep you.”
Dan Heng didn’t speak again. He was crying too hard.
Ren pulled his fingers out, grabbing him by the middle and lifting him back onto Ren’s lap. Now, Ren was leaned against the headboard, his once more erect and soaked cock prodding at Dan Heng’s backside as Ren lowered him down, trying to fit his cockhead into the tight hole there.
“Ah- ah-” Dan Heng found sounds being coaxed out of him again, and it almost felt good, the searing heat of Ren’s erection slowly carving it’s way inside of him, warming him up again and making him feel disgustingly full. He couldn’t see the imprint of Ren in his stomach, but he knew he was there, and that knowledge felt like a comforting weight on his chest.
“There you go. It’s not so bad.” Ren murmured to him, letting gravity do the work of spearing Dan Heng on his lap. “Taking it like you’re meant to.” His language, his tone was devolving back into what Dan Heng was familiar with. “How does it feel?”
“Big.” Dan Heng slurred, licking drool and tears from his lips. “It’s warm.”
“Focus on that. You owe me this.”
No more warning. Ren lifted him up by the hips and slammed him down, and Dan Heng’s head threw back as he cried out from the sudden pressure and stretched. The pace was set. Ren didn’t slow down. He shoved Dan Heng down and bucked up into him, fucking his ass as brutally as he’d bred his pussy.
He didn’t seem to care if Dan Heng came again, but pleasure crested anyway. The stretch became tolerable. The warmth became heat. He was terrified that Ren was training him to like this.
“You like this,” Ren panted, dropping Dan Heng onto his lap again. Their thighs slapped together, and slid, slick and wet.
“No,” Dan Heng moaned, and came a second later when Ren dropped him especially hard, pressing forward in a way that put pressure on his insides.
Ren chased him. He came again as well, filling Dan Heng up from behind, and that sort of heat was a marvel to Dan Heng- he did like it. Shivers crawled up from his lower back, and his spine arched. The remnants of his orgasm fizzled out in a last prickle of pleasure, and he felt so heavy, so sated.
He felt the loss of Ren pulling out deeply. Just like he’d felt it in his cunt, Ren pulling out of his ass left him empty, clenching on nothing and whimpering uncontrollably.
“Stop whining. You liked it.” Ren told him, somewhere above him, though the warmth of his skin was missing now. “Say thank you. Thank your husband for your treat.”
“Thank you, husband,” Dan Heng breathed, and wished he would touch him again. Something felt misaligned inside of him. There was a vague sickness under his cottony bliss.
“You’re welcome.” Ren’s lips touched his, so obediently, he lifted his head. Ren licked into his mouth, kissing him more than Dan Heng was kissing back. It was wet, as messy as the sex had been, with drool spilling down Dan Heng’s chin and coating the inside of his mouth. He felt slippery. He felt submerged.
-
The next thing he became fully aware of was the rattling of chains. His own chains. He recognized the sound.
He lifted his head up, vision blurry, and watched the shape of Ren test the mettle of his enchainment. Satisfied, Ren crouched back, watching Dan Heng’s pathetic struggle to be concious again.
“Go to sleep.” Ren told him.
“I want,” Dan Heng gathered his words, his sense. “I want to stay with you, please?”
Ren stared at him in silence. Dan Heng knew he wouldn’t be allowed. He’d never spent a full night in Ren’s bed. He always returned here, always came back to his nest, to his chain, his basement, his tomb.
“You’re clean. Go to sleep. I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow.” Ren repeated in the same tone, and stood up, disappearing from Dan Heng’s blurry vision and floating toward the stairs.
Dan Heng reached out for him, arching like a cat, stretching his arms as far as they could go and clawing into the sheets of his nest, trying to pull Ren back to him, trying to pull himself closer.
He wanted to be allowed to stay.
Dan Feng had slept at Ren’s side.
The door at the top of the stairs shut, and the lights went out, and Dan Heng stared into nothing. Tomorrow he’d be lucid. Tomorrow he’d fight all over again until Ren fucked the submission into him. Tomorrow he’d feel like Dan Heng again- or at least, he’d want to.
A certain sensation toyed with his guts, just below his ribcage, halfway buried under the last bone.
He threw up. Promptly afterwards, he passed out. Ren didn’t come back for him until the promised morning.