Trapped

chapter 3

Kyungsoo covered his mouth with his hand to keep him from crying out, biting his lips to muffle his moans. Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

King Jongin grabbed the boy's hand and pinned it over his head. "Don't cover the beautiful sound. I like it," he whispered hoarsely. Playfully capturing Kyungsoo's upper lip, he tugged it with his teeth. He ran his tongue over the boy's cheeks, licking the tears spilling from the beautiful orbs.

Kyungsoo moaned when King Jongin's hand roamed lower, stroking him through the thin fabric he wore. The feeling of cold silk clothe against his dampened skin gave him a maddening sensation he had never experienced before. Kyungsoo unconsciously moved toward the touch and added more pressure as he bucked his hips upward.

"So seductive. You and your cute little noises." King Jongin hooked one thumb over the tie on the robe, easily freeing Kyungsoo from the only fabric covering his body. He let out a low grunt as he saw the body beneath, all soft and flawless, waiting to be tainted. all for him.

Kyungsoo sobbed. He tried to snatch the robe to make him back to his clothed self, desperately wanting to cover his nakedness. King Jongin roughly grabbed the silk clothe and threw it away. He lay between the boy's smooth thighs, forcing them to spread wide as he uncovered his own robe.

King Jongin pulled Kyungsoo's hair aside to provide him more of the delectable view, kissing and licking the back of Kyungsoo's neck down to his collarbone. A deep groan emitted from his throat against the flesh, his breath was harsh. He trailed heated kisses along Kyungsoo's throat, and as he could not resist the temptation of sealing his possession, he bit the softness, breaking the once flawless skin. Swirling his tongue over the bruise, he sucked on it to make the mark more visible. As if he didn't hear the boy's pitiful shriek, he continued to kiss and to bite down the jaw line, running his palm on Kyungsoo's back, sides, and chest. Continuously, insatiably.

The heavenly feeling of touching and devouring the boy was maddening. The idea of making the boy to surrender himself completely had aroused him greatly that turning back was physically impossible.

Trailing his kisses on Kyungsoo's upper chest, King Jongin's calloused fingers and palm sensuously rubbed the boy's inner thighs. The sensation of his rough skin meeting the delicate softness made him go crazy. He wanted more.

King Jongin spread Kyungsoo's bottom cheeks, and despite the weak struggle he inserted his middle finger with his palm upward, deep inside the puckering hole. He curled up his finger and went as deep as he could, taking his time enjoying the walls clenching him a vice-like grip. The feeling of the muscles tensed around him was indescribable. To think that soon he would be squeezed into the tightness made him shake in excitement. He kept going on through Kyungsoo's cries, moving his finger in and out.

Feeling that he could not hold himself any longer, he pulled out his finger and replaced it with his erection, pressing the hardened shaft against the barely prepared entrance. He pushed hard until it was buried deep inside, ignoring the boy who was clearly in pain.

King Jongin moaned in ecstatic bliss to feel the walls clenching on him so deliciously tight. He crashed his lips to the addicting lips, muffling the boy's cries and screams for being entered mercilessly despite his virginal state.

"H-Hahh- so t-tight," he breathed. His grunt rumbled in his throat. Unable to hold his satisfied moan, he released Kyungsoo's swollen lips. He opened his mouth in an euphoric pleasure, gyrating his hips to get more frictions. Pulling out his erection, he pushed back right away and slid into the tight entrance.

King Jongin did not give Kyungsoo any time to adjust. He kept pounding fast, each dropped down was pushing his arousal harder, entering the boy over and over again. He pressed his palms against the boy's bottom to get himself getting deeper.

Moments passed by, and King Jongin kept plunging his hardness roughly, grunting on each thrust.

Kyungsoo cried. Tears blurred his vision. Every pound sent a sharp pain inside, radiating all over his body he felt he was torn in two.

Moments passed. Slowly, when King Jongin began to knead his bottom cheeks, the sharp pain was replaced with a foreign pleasure feeling bit by bit.

Kyungsoo gasped when he felt a hand wrapped around his arousal. Callous thumb stroked his hardening shaft and massaged it skillfully. The blinding pleasure he experienced before came back in a rush, Kyungsoo felt incredibly sensitive everywhere. His heart was beating fast, thrumming inside his chest wildly. Kyungsoo moaned blissfully. Sweat was beading on his skin and his body started to move on its own.

King Jongin himself could not hold it any longer. The sensation the boy kept feeding him was too good. The way he moved, the servant's beautiful face that was contorted in blissfulness, his glistening body, all had greatly aroused him. All was his.

He leaned forward, capturing the boy's lips as he thrust into the tightness again and again. He pulled almost entirely and slammed back, changing the angle a bit.

Kyungsoo screamed, his body shook uncontrollably as his sweet spot was jabbed repeatedly, escalating the euphoric pleasure.

King Jongin smirked. He hooked the boy's knees over his shoulder to make him able to go deeper, harder and faster. He moaned as he felt the walls tightening around his shaft, creating the delicious friction sound as he thrust his hips against the boy's.

Kyungsoo could not hold the blinding pleasure anymore. Having his first orgasm, he let out a loud scream. Tears trickled down his cheeks.

King Jongin swept his eyes over the servant, admiring the red marks he placed all over the lithe body. The panting boy stared at him through his half lidded eyes, his sweat and tears were interflowing together. He was really beautiful, King Jongin thought, sprawling in such a compromising position all for him. The boy was his.

King Jongin unhooked the knees on his shoulder and brought the smooth legs together between his muscular ones, with his arousal still buried deep. Shifting his weight slightly forward, he gave a firm pressure and friction on the walls clenching him tight. Kyungsoo gasped in shock as he realized what was happening.

"I'm not done," King Jongin whispered, licking the boy's inviting lips as he began to move.

***

Kyungsoo woke up in the next morning. His long lashed fluttered as he opened his eyes slowly, trying to adjust the light. He looked around in confusion. He certainly was not in his humble bed. Suddenly what had happened the previous night rushed into his mind; Kyungsoo squeaked and went up instantly, flinching as he felt an excruciating pain on his lower back. Tears flowed down his cheek, bringing the pain and emotion in every drop. Kyungsoo held his breath, muffling his mouth with his hand to keep quite.

At least it's over now, he thought bitterly. He knew that he might not be able to go back to his previous work. He probably would be thrown outside like an unworthy person he was. Maybe this was best for him. Maybe he now could go back to his parents, to actually have a peaceful life for once.

Kyungsoo grimaced as he was putting his robe back, carefully avoiding the ugly bruises decorated his body like a twisted art. He forced himself to go down the bed, biting his lips to endure the pain. He better gets going before someone dragged him out.

The boy made his way out the chamber and proceeded his walk haltingly. Palace guards stopped him before he managed to step further.

"Where are you going?" One of the guards asked him sternly.

"I-I am going to go back to kitchen-aid servant's living quarter, sir."

"You are no longer a kitchen-aid servant. You are staying here as His Majesty's personal servant; we have prepared your room in the King's Quarter."

"But this can't be right. T-there must be a mistake," Kyungsoo stammered in horrid fear.

"King's order." The guard stated firmly, pushing the frail body back inside.