WARNING: Contains BDSM play. If you don't feel comfortable reading this, I recommend you skip this chapter. Thank you.
The King Hotel was known, but not by the general public. For starters, it was in a considered 'bad neighborhood', specifically near Itaewon between an apartment building with always closed curtains and a small street food restaurant, it was easy to miss; It wasn't that it was trying to stand out too much: the cream-colored brick and the sign that baptized it with the new paint were the only things that showed that it had people inside.
Because boy, did it have them.
It may not have seemed like much, but the seedy King Hotel that didn't exist on the websites had at least twenty couples visiting a week, fetish couples, who only knew of its existence through rumors among people who frequented a community. considered scandalous by the majority of South Korean society. The market was closed, and the hotel knew it: it had luxury services with special rooms, contraceptives, and lubricants free and for sale, toys guaranteed with absolute cleanliness, security inside and outside the rooms with cameras and complaint buttons, and above all everything, total discretion of those who entered and left.
Taehyung would know, he worked there once, when he started college.
At first it wasn't anything important, just a way to try to connect with his early sense of masochism and maybe meet someone who could give him some direction. In this regard, the hotel owner, Mr. Yeon, always made sure to be as friendly as possible. He knew that young people like this were important to instruct, since it is a practice that entails a lot of risk, and it was his special passion to instruct.
As Taehyung began to work on cleaning, Mr. Yeon made sure that he began to pay attention to the guides in the rooms, to special items, to the correct way to use each of the riding crops and chains. Over time, he became a good student, and when he no longer needed the work he would return, this time with his own dominant.
That night was no different.
It was barely necessary to notice the look behind that mask and jacket of the man who had entered with his partner behind him for the old man to recognize him immediately, although of course, he couldn't say it. Instead, he simply activated the pay booth microphone to deliver his usual welcome, instructions and offers.
Taehyung also knew that it was his mentor, but he didn't dare to greet him either, that wasn't what he was going for. Feeling the squeeze on his hand, he turned to look at the boy covered to the core by scarves that, more than protecting him from the cold, protected him from curious glances on the street and in the establishment's cameras. The younger of the two lovers smiled at him, even knowing that his boyfriend couldn't notice, and he decided to pay for a simple room with a couple of toys and a medium bottle of lubricant.
It wasn't that it was a special night, but rather a routine. About four months passed after they became a couple, they were in the park having a drink when Taehyung suddenly told them.
"Caretaker? Do you want me to be your caretaker?" Namjoon had almost spit out the beer before asking. Suddenly, he was blushing deeply, covering himself with one of his hands while he looked at the insecure boy who was his boyfriend.
"Eh yes." Taehyung took a deep breath, he really didn't want to ruin everything, so he turned to look his boyfriend in the eyes. "Please?"
"Taehyung-ah...I had no idea you were...that you liked...well, BDSM and all that."
A hope was born in Taehyung's chest.
"You know the community?"
Community. That word gave him the humanity that the matter was lacking. Namjoon thought it was stupid that someone didn't know about it, but then he changed his mind when it dawned on him that what he was experiencing was real.
"Sure, but I'd never met anyone of it." He cleared his throat, Taehyung played with the laces of his sweatshirt.
"So...you...don't think I'm a freak."
Namjoon scoffed.
"Short and clingy perhaps, but never a freak." That comment earned him a blow, which calmed the air again. They both took another drink. "And uhm... since when do you have this idea?"
"I've been a fetishist for years, but...only in theory. You would be the first, I mean, if you accept, to do something like that with me."
Namjoon looked at him as he spoke, trying to understand the matter. For him, this was something new, something he had never considered doing, at least not with those nicknames.
"So, you want me to tie you up and beat you and stuff like that?"
"It's not just that, Mr. Gray." Taehyung scoffed at him, he was starting to rethink the whole think, mentally hitting himself from speaking that soon. He felt like a rookie sub, and it was embarrassing to him to try to sit now and explain everything to a very confused person. "It's like...a lifestyle? I don't know how to explain it, but if you don't want to, it's fine, I just..." Namjoon interrupted him, noticing the sweat across his face, and, by taking him by the hand, he managed to make him stare at him, shutting up his thoughts.
"Is it very important to you?" The question took him by surprise, but Taehyung still nodded. "Then it's done."
"W-Would you?"
"I mean, I don't know much about it, but if you teach me, I could be good, right?" Namjoon did his best not to stumble over his words; Out of nowhere he had the need to look confident, tall, strong, and protective in front of his boyfriend. The confidence that he had placed in him to say something as intimate as that gave him a lot of strength, too much perhaps. Taehyung, on his side, couldn't help but wrap him in a tight hug.
"Thank you." The smile would be worth everything.
"It's no big deal." Namjoon let him be, then pulled him away from him. "Now, where do we start then?"
Taehyung smiled. Little did Namjoon knew that this question would lead him to open room twelve on the third floor of a hotel in the middle of the unconscious part of the city, finding, to his usual surprise and coincidence, that the old wooden door was an expert at hiding the interior: that dungeon was elegant, with very attractive reddish walls, straps in one of the corners and a cage. The floor was clean, wooden. In the middle of it all was a special chair that glistened with disinfectant.
Taehyung was the first to enter, with too much need. He had been waiting for that night all the three months it took him to return. The first thing he did was go to the bathroom, where he didn't have to say, he was going to take off his clothes and change with the backpack he carried on his shoulder.
Namjoon, on the other hand, headed straight to check all the safes, the security lights, the closed curtains, and the stability of the restraint chair. When he had finished, his boyfriend was still getting ready, so he opted to sit on the only couch present. He may have turned on the television, but he knew that all the channels would have exactly the same thing. Distraught, he took out his phone and wrote to a number with a profile picture of a guitar.
Inside the bathroom, Taehyung finished straightening his new indigo blue lingerie: a soft tulle covering, a small supply thong, and a garter on his left leg. He had gotten it a month in advance, as always. He liked to show off new things in their play sessions, and let his boyfriend fantasize about the image every time they had normal sex in the apartment. Smiling to himself at the chance to get back to normal with his boyfriend, he pulled out some makeup; he didn't want to do anything crazy, just some lip gloss and cream. When he was ready, he counted to three, breathing with his hand on the door handle.
"It's going to work, Taehyung." He whispered to himself before leaving. Every time he opened the door, he remembered the first time they were alone like this. The memory comforted him... until he found Namjoon on the phone again.
He choked his throat. Namjoon looked up and couldn't help but smirk.
"If you want, you can do that; I can find someone else who loves me." Taehyung got into character, leaning against the arch of the door cautiously. Namjoon, biting the inside of his cheeks, stood up noisily to grab his boyfriend by the neck forcefully but carefully. He spoke next to his mouth.
"Oh, Baby, you know I would kill anyone who touched you like this." His voice was raspy, denoting that he had also lost control. Taehyung looked down to notice the phone on the nightstand, he smiled to himself returning to Namjoon.
"Is that so?" Namjoon glared at him a little longer, before grabbing him by the waist and pinching him hard. Feeling the pain, Taehyung gasped. He was soon left alone as Namjoon turned to lightly unbutton his shirt.
"Down, now."
An electricity went through Taehyung as soon as his knees touched the cold floor. He felt exposed in front of his dominant, completely frozen from him. He did not dare to look up, and in his place he positioned himself as he knew he liked: with his knees spread in front, his hands behind his back, and his head hanging down, looking towards his own crotch.
"Today you are acting quite naughty." Namjoon spoke as he walked around the room, presumably pulling out all the toys he would need. The last thing heard was the sound of leather straps being tightened on the chair; before Taehyung was pulled by his hair to look up at what he discovered was the face of his boyfriend. "I said you are naughty; shouldn't you answer me? Or have you forgotten your manners?"
"Maybe I have." Taehyung implored in his language, begged him, but Namjoon was more cunning than that: he lifted him up with the pull until he let him fall into the chair with force. Taehyung bit his lip to suppress a scream, knowing there were bruises everywhere on his legs. However, he didn't complain, neither there nor when strong hands held him in position using straps and buckles.
"You are not getting what you want. I have something else on my mind."
"What is it, Sir?" Taehyung felt the last of it being tightened and shuddered. He was sitting on top with his hands held above his head and his legs spread, with only the tulle covering him from the cold of the window.
Namjoon noticed that he was shaking and walked over to the window to close it; then he came back and took a toy. Seeing it, Taehyung was starting to get hard.
"A ball mouth?"
"You talk too much," Namjoon stood behind him and massaged his neck up and down, loving the little twitches in the skin until he placed the object indiscriminately over his boyfriend's mouth, "today I just want to hear how I rape that little hole of yours."
He returned to where his legs were and waited for his boyfriend's breathing to calm down, then he smiled, taking what he liked to use the most: an anal bead.
"Today, we'll play something I like to call one two and three." He began to explain. "Here, I have three different sizes, and your job will be to take them all without daring to come even once..." he looked at his boyfriend and read his gaze "good question, my Love...you can't come because if you do, well..." he couldn't finish because he had placed a clamp on his boyfriend's abdomen. boyfriend, squeezing it on purpose to cause Taehyung's first tears. He knew he was sensitive, and his sweet spots were mostly scattered across his beautiful abdomen. In a special way, too, he had placed it on the tulle fabric, creating a double mark effect on Taehyung's shaved skin.
Taehyung felt the sting burn him, the texture of each stitch of the fabric being pressed against the skin near his navel. He gasped, arching slightly, and trying to catch his breath, soon becoming a hot mess. Namjoon watched him, laughing.
"Look at you, you better not lose." He decided not to do more and released him; Almost immediately Taehyung took a calm breath, saying things incapable of being understood as he shook the abdomen of his restraint.
Namjoon continued laughing as he watched, ecstatic by his body, by the figure of his abuse, by the way in which his boyfriend had turned him into a dead sadist by torturing that entire body and making it his own, writhing, sweating, and cuming a thousand times. A delicious being.
Taehyung, in the cloud that was his mind, did not realize that Namjoon had completely removed the tulle and that he was now licking the wounded area firmly. No, he noticed it when Namjoon inserted the first toy with a taunting husky.
"One..."
𝘉𝘋𝘚𝘔 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶.