A strong hand grabbed his wrist, yanking him out in a single painful motion. Haetsul curled up, his arms covering as much of his body as they could, his body prepared to be hit.

"I-I was-" he couldn't get his sentence out , hiccups and sobs making it impossible for him to talk. His hair was grabbed, pulling his harshly up onto his knees. His aching hands grabbed weakly onto the wrist, trying to ease some of the pressure.

"Open your eyes" Haetsul forced his sensitive and teary eyes open. Before him stood Haehyun. His gloved hand he hand something made of leather and metal.

"Since you can't seem to stop biting, we are going to make you. Be a good boy and sit still" The hand that gripped his hair yanked his head back, bracing the other on the back of his neck to keep it still. The sound of metal clanking lit the fire of desperation without any rationale.

Haetsul jolted his skinny legs, kicking them out to try and push Haehyun away. His fingernails scratched violently at the hand that tried to hold his head still. Despite his small frame and weak composition, he was difficult to hold down. A hand grabbed his face, and he bit down harshly.

A sharp smack sounded, Haetsul's head snapping to the side. It did surprisingly little to hinder his struggle. His grit his teeth, almost as if baring them like a dog. The hand gripped his face once more and he yet again bit down. This time, the smack to his face was far harsher. He sat still for a moment, the strike to his cheek rattling his brain. He tasted metal in his mouth, a sting on his inner cheek. His mouth was slightly ajar, blood tinged drool dripping out as he gasped.

"DO NOT bite" the words were calm, completely devoid of emotion. Yet they stuck in Haetsul's brain, the command like a permanent brand on his brain. His face was pushed back into the position, his eyes landing on both Heehyun and Haehyun.

No words were said as he looked up at them, defeat glazing over his pink eyes. Instead of continuing to fight, helet him arms go limp.His hands dropped into his lap with a plop. They hands were covered in blood, both his own and the man holding him.

He watched with exhausted fear, his whole body shaking. Haehyun handed the item to Heehyun, resigning the task to him as he rubbed his gloved hand. The hand that Haetsul had bitten.

Heehyun crouched down, making eye contact with Haetsul. His face was dark and stern. He exuded dominance, and Haetsul knew the fight was over. He had lost.

"Open your mouth" Haetsul's lips quivered, but he opened his mouth, lips parting. The second he saw Heehyun move he flinched back, eyes squeezing shut and jaw clenching tight.

"Now"

Haetsul opened his mouth once more, his eyes squinting and brow contorted. He clenched his hands painfully, trying desperately to keep still. Heehyun moved quickly, giving Haetsul no time to react. A blunt object was forced into his mouth, leaving his jaw unable to close. Straps were fastened behind his head, a click of the clasp sending a chill through him. It was tight, enough to nearly bruise his skin. The thick rod dug into the corners of his mouth, stretching his lips uncomfortably.

His hands wanted desperately to pull the gag in his mouth out, to undo the clasp. But any hope of removing it was banished as a thick set of leather cuffs encased his wrists. His head was released and he lost all balance, slumping forward into Heehyun.

Haetsul cried. Deep sorrowful cries. His face was covered in blood, tears, snot and drool. His cheek throbbed from the harsh hits he had received. He struggled to breathe, his nose blocked and his mouth barely letting in any oxygen.

"Stop whimpering, now get up" The men who had offered vague comfort prior now offered nothing. He was scared, he was so scared. Hands grabbed under his arms, pulling him to his feet. He had no strength in his legs, crumbling to the floor. He was dragged up again, pushed harshly toward the sofa where Haehyun had sat himself.

Haetsul was pulled over Haehyuns thighs, stomach against his legs. He felt vulnerable. His eyes finally caught the man that had held him down, blood dripping from the deep scratches he had left on the man's hands and forearms. Somewhere in the dark muddle of fear, he felt shock. Shock that he had managed to do that much damage.

Haetsul's mind went blank for a moment as a sharp sting flooded the back of his thigh. He froze, a strained cry pushing from behind the gag. He had no time to recover, another harsh smack had him jolting, an uncomfortable warmth settling on his skin.  He wriggled, trying to shuffle his abused and bound body away from the harsh impact.

The back of his neck was grabbed roughly, holding him still as the hits continued. His pajamas pants didn't offer any padding as he was relentlessly smacked, his thighs and ass burning with each impact. He lost count after 20, his mind going blank as he cried.

He was pulled off of Haehyuns lap, dragged into the bathroom. His body collapsed onto the tile, shuffling back against the wall. Haehyun stood over him while Heehyun stood cross armed in the doorway. Haetsul didn't notice at first, his genuine terror blocking off all senses. But the softening of both men's expression brought him back to reality.

Haetsul felt a damp and uncomfortable feeling in his pants. He realised with shame and horror that his bladder had betrayed him. He felt humiliated. He had been forced to fed, hit, gagged, bound, spanked over a knee and pissed his pants.

Heehyun approached crouching in front of him. He flinched so hard his head smacked into the tile wall with a loud thump. The pain seemed to blend seamlessly with the rest of his body's agonised hum. Everything hurt.

"Oh dear, did you have an accident?" The voice was soft and warm, filled with amusement. The mocking tone made Haetsul angry but he was helpless. Instead he cried out, muffled whines of despair. This was unfair and yet he could do nothing about the injustice. He was too tired, too sore and too weak. The small amount of resistance he managed was met with such humiliating brutality that he wondered on that moment if trying to stay alive was worth it.

Heehyun helped him up and Haehyun pulled his soaked pants off. Haetsul felt exposed, pushing his thighs together as his bound hands tried in vain to cover himself. He was exhausted, legs trembling with effort, barely able to hold his own weight. Heehyun stood behind him, helping hold him.

Haetsul jumped, falling completely into Heehyun as he saw Haehyun produce a knife from his pocket. Immediately muffled cries sounded, terrified squeals.

"Shush, punishment is over now. We won't hurt you" the knife tore through the pajamas top, which had been stuck since Haetsul's hands were tightly bound. The fabric fell away, leaving him bare.  The knife was placed back into the pocket.

A large coat was draped over Haetsul's shoulders, far too big for him. His face was wiped with a handkerchief, but tears and drool quickly stained his face again. He was picked up, held bridal style by Haehyun.

Haetsul curled his arms bringing his bleeding hands to his mouth. He was unable to bite, he simply having them near his face soothed him. He had closed his eyes, unable to keep them open. His body was swayed as Haehyun walked, the click of the bedroom door startled Haetsul.

His eyes snapped open and closed quickly as the harsh light of the hallway stung his eyes. Foreign language and snippets of his own drifred dully into his ears, proof of other people. He didn't know where they were going.

He wriggled a little, his eyes braving the stinging light to stare terrified at Haehyun's face. The face was blank, completely unreadable. Haetsul panicked, a whine pushing out from behind the gag as his body shuddered. He received no attention, and he had no energy to fight. Whatever was going to happen, he had no way to stop it.

Haetsul's eyes closed tightly again, the fiery fear in his stomach never easing. He kept his eyes closed tightly, even as he heard the sound of car doors and the sudden engine rumbling to life around him. He figured he wouldn't die yet, the words of assurance that his punishment had come to an end the only consolation he could cling to. He slipped in and out of awareness as the car drove, shattered from the struggle he simply had no energy left to disobey.,